Adversity
When world becomes your very own dungeon,
Not sleep or dreams, your jailer gives but woes,
Your praisers, scarce, but critics count legion,
A drizzle of friends, but downpour of foes;
Wild weeds, in fields, flourish, while wheat withers,
Your well is scraped, not for water but dregs,
The wicked need be checked, no one bothers,
To tie Heaven's guy wires, no one has pegs;
The door has closed, but no window opened,
Luck came, but may have passed the other way,
Of things you ask, how could God not harkened,
Could angels have sung louder as you pray?
……And worst, you were raised to immortal stage,
…..But you forgot to ask of not to age.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Sonnet: As Human Beings, We All Have Problems
Which man on earth is free of all problems?
We earthlings face both happiness and woes;
All can’t be Gold, Diamonds or uncut Gems!
Sad days come to both friends and even foes.
The richest man on earth has problems too,
And spends much time in trying to them solve;
The poorest men on earth have suffered; so
Men can’t their problems on their own resolve.
The secret tool that helps all is prayer!
We ought to pray for ourselves, friends and foes;
The Godless men like rain-less trees wither!
Prayers help men to solve problems and woes.
Pray from your heart to God whenev’r you can;
Alone, you cannot gain Heaven, O Man!
6-9-2001
poem by John Celes
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100 days as Medical College Dean (D)
My anger is all gone;
I am not just alone;
It is a newer dawn
That I see every morn!
My friends may turn now foes;
And add to my new woes;
With foes as friends, life goes;
I have little resource!
To me all are equal;
‘None are perfect, ’ I tell;
Sometimes, I do well yell,
Ask them to go to hell!
The poor shouldn’t stay so poor!
They must be given care;
I pray for their welfare;
But I’m just ‘earthen-ware’!
I think about my past,
The days I was downcast;
Time elapses so fast;
I unfurl the flag atop the mast!
Life appears to be fine,
With pleasant, warm sunshine;
The water looks like brine,
And I don’t drink wine.
But can I achieve success?
It is a wild, wild guess;
I never like to fuss;
My life’s no more a mess!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-27-2009
poem by John Celes
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A Voice From the Dungeon
I'm buried now; I've done with life;
I've done with hate, revenge and strife;
I've done with joy, and hope and love
And all the bustling world above.
Long have I dwelt forgotten here
In pining woe and dull despair;
This place of solitude and gloom
Must be my dungeon and my tomb.
No hope, no pleasure can I find:
I am grown weary of my mind;
Often in balmy sleep I try
To gain a rest from misery,
And in one hour of calm repose
To find a respite from my woes,
But dreamless sleep is not for me
And I am still in misery.
I dream of liberty, 'tis true,
But then I dream of sorrow too,
Of blood and guilt and horrid woes,
Of tortured friends and happy foes;
I dream about the world, but then
I dream of fiends instead of men;
Each smiling hope so quickly fades
And such a lurid gloom pervades
That world - that when I wake and see
Those dreary phantoms fade and flee,
Even in my dungeon I can smile,
And taste of joy a little while.
And yet it is not always so;
I dreamt a little while ago
That all was as it used to be:
A fresh free wind passed over me;
It was a pleasant summer's day,
The sun shone forth with cheering ray,
Methought a little lovely child
Looked up into my face and smiled.
My heart was full, I wept for joy,
It was my own, my darling boy;
I clasped him to my breast and he
Kissed me and laughed in childish glee.
Just them I heard in whisper sweet
A well known voice my name repeat.
His father stood before my eyes;
I gazed at him in mute surprise,
I thought he smiled and spoke to me,
But still in silent ecstasy
I gazed at him; I could not speak;
I uttered one long piercing shriek.
Alas! Alas! That cursed scream
Aroused me from my heavenly dream;
I looked around in wild despair,
I called them, but they were not there;
The father and the child are gone,
And I must live and die alone.
poem by Anne Brontë
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Waiting On The Wheat Harvest
as you sow brothers sisters so you wheat harvest reap
as a grain of wheat dies germinates bears fruit to heap
Jesus will completely clean up threshing floor gather his wheat
chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire hell suffering heat
an enemy came in over sowed weeds in among seed wheat
reapers harvest collect weeds burn them saving only wheat
Satan demands sifts men as wheat to blow away in sifting wind
Son of man will send angels to gather chosen ones from ill wind
a grain of wheat falls into the ground dies then bears fruit new life
so hate soul temptation in this world safeguard soul for eternal life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Water On The Brain
(hicks / clarke / nash)
Ive just come in from out of the rain
Its wet outside the water runs down a drain
I go to bed cause my heads full of pain
And drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Outside the window theres a pipe wearing thin
It lets the water do a dance on a tin
I try to sleep but its making a din
And drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Water on the brain water on the brain
Water on the brain water on the brain
Drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
I toss and turn and my patience is weak
Go to the bathroom door and I take a peak yeah
The bath tap has started a leak
And drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
Drip drip its driving me wild
song performed by by Hollies
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Sleeping with the angels
sleeps keep the immortal soul at peace with
the eternity calls, the tranquility of our warm
heart recalls
as angels watch our deep snoring, every
breath wakes our imagination of what we want
in the most astonishing super hero of our dreams
the sole witness of our moving spirit to venture
beyond our human faculty, of being more than
we come to guide our steps for only
by following our strings of aspiration our mortal
body reaches beyond human satisfaction
lives not the fears of every immortal of tears, for
the night comes like lightning of the sky, swifting
thunders of the angels fury where echo of souls
cried for mercy, of the slaying angels of darkness
let every sleeps be a moment of unifying souls of
beauty, lying with angels memory, where each
stay is with in heaven's nest of rest, for every day
is a good sleep with an angel’s best
as you sleep, always make yourself happy, for in
every snoring, lying the angel’s touch of cooled
sleep, leaving you its angelic breath ready
to wake and see angels sleep
then you come to know that it’s the angels who sleep
with you...until Today
poem by Antonio Liao
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Heaven
(per andreasson/ pernilla emme)
Producer for bonnie: jimmy smyth
Here where we live
There's peace in this winter night
Pain has forever gone away
Oceans and winds are calm
And the stars so bright
Come and stay beside me
Come and be my friend
Heaven has opened it's arms above our heads
Heaven let sunshine upon our road
Heaven let love be the guide along the way
Let the angels say hello...
Far from the city lights
By an open fire
Come let's start again
Start all over again...
Heaven has opened it's arms above our heads
Heaven let sunshine upon our road
Heaven let love be the guide along the way
Let the angels say hello...
Heaven has opened it's arms above our heads
Heaven let sunshine upon our road
Heaven let love be the guide along the way
Let the angels say hello...
Heaven has opened it's arms above our heads
Heaven let sunshine upon our road
Heaven let love be the guide along the way
Let the angels say hello...
Let the angels say hello... heaven...heaven...
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Fields Of The Brave
Sometimes I close my eyes
And picture the plains
I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois
Riding again
Open skies, fertile ground
This was heaven on earth
That they found
We got what they gave
By their God we were saved
They were humble not depraved
These streets were afraid of
Once were the fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
Where a Chevrolet rusts
By a closed shopping mall
Can you see through the dust
Where the brave ones stood tall
Buried deep where they fell
They live on in the stories we tell
They got what they gave
By their God they were saved
And I say this as I pray
I cant help but dream of
The days these were fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
After all this time
And the struggles in between
We stand next in line
With the chance we can build on their dreams
In the
Fields of the brave
Fields of the brave
We got what they gave
In the fields of the brave
Let their spirits be saved
And I pray this on their graves
Therell be a return of
The days these were fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
song performed by by Styx
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Wild & Wicked
Full moon cravin' just a little
Young love from an innocent one
No shame it's purely noncommital
It's the only way to go if you wanna have fun
Kickstart the rythm pull out on the road
Relyin' on an overload
I need some baby blues reflectin' in the mirror
Tellin' me all the things I wanna hear
Loved and lost
I paid a painful cost
Feel my love
I've reached the point of no return
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I need a guy that's full of sex appeal
I need a guy that looks good in the red
I want someone with a heart that I can steal
I want someone to drive me outta my head
Tight jeans, cute, and the way I might behave
Full of trouble you might say
All those things you said it
Oh I want him in the back that way
Loved and lost
I paid a painful cost
Feel my love
I've reached the point of no return
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
I'm wild and wicked
Wild and wicked for love
song performed by by Shania Twain
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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If
I mean everybody says what if
What if I could fly?
What if man could fly, for real?
Wouldn't that be something?
I would surely touch the sky if I could just... fly
Haha
You know we have our dreams
We always say what if?
What if this, what if that?
What if you and me were together?
What if? Forever
I mean eternity, for real
What if?
Uh-huh if
Yeah, ahh-oww
Oh baby
Yeah, listen
If I were a painter baby, I'd paint a picture of us
Somewhere on a private island making love, yeah
Now if I were a pirate baby, I'd discover, yeah
You for me 'cause baby you are a treasure, yeah
If I was a dream baby, here's what I'd do
Allow every good dream you dream to come true, yeah
If I were a promise baby, then you could bet, yeah
That every promise made to you girl will be kept, yes it would
If I were a magician baby, then you'd have no fear
'Cause I'd snap my fingers and make your worries disappear
If I was...
If I were all these things
Then to you girl to you I'd give you all these things
Fly you straight to heaven
And step with you while the angels sing (if...)
I'd ask you to marry me (ohh)
Give you the sun for a diamond ring
If I could I'd do those things (yeah)
Now if I were a preacher baby, my sermon would be
About how God opened up heaven and rained you on me, yeah
If I was a doctor baby, I surely would
Give you something for your pain that'll make you feel real good, now
If I were a psychic baby, then our love would last
'Cause I'd go into the future and prevent all break-ups from coming to pass
Lord, if I was feeling down baby and really going through
All friends are gone then I know that I can count on you
One more, if we were at a club baby, and this jam came on
I'd grab you by the hand and tell you let's step to this song
If I was yeah...
If I were all these things
Then to you girl to you I'd give you all these things (fly)
Fly you straight to heaven
And step with you while the angels sing (if I could yeah)
I'd ask you to marry me
Give you the sun for a diamond ring (whoo)
If I could I'd do those things (baby if I could I'd do those things)
Oh, if I could blink my eye and be a giant eagle in the sky (oh, oh, oh, ohh, the rain)
Girl I would swoop down and fly you straight into the sun (the rain)
Ohh, If I could pick a number out of every number girl you'd be (ooh...)
My number one... whoa... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If I were all these things (these things)
Then to you girl to you I'd give you all these things (whoo! I'd fly)
Fly you straight to heaven
And step with you while the angels sing (if I could yeah)
I'd ask you to marry me
Give you the sun for a diamond ring (baby if I could)
If I could I'd do those things (I'd do those things)
If I were all these things (if I could do those things) (yeah)
Then to you girl to you I'd give you all these things (baby then we) (I would do those things, yeah)
Fly you straight to heaven (all of your dreams)
And step with you while the angels sing (would become reality) (if I could I would yeah)
I'd ask you to marry me (if I could do those things) (yeah baby)
Give you the sun for a diamond ring (baby then we) (girl, please believe me if...)
If I could I'd do those things (if I... could do those things yeah)
If I were all these things (if I could do those things) (yeah, yeah)
Then to you girl to you I'd give you all these things (baby then we) (I do whatever it takes)
Fly you straight to heaven (all of your dreams) (yeah, yeah)
And step with you while the angels sing (would become reality) (to put a smile on your face)
I'd ask you to marry me (if I could do those things) (you...)
Give you the sun... (baby then we)
For a diamond ring
If I could I'd do those things (whoo!)
Chocolate factory y'all
Like I say we just down here having fun
Drinky drinkin' and toasty toastin'
You know what I'm saying
How ya'll doing, you having fun tonight? (yeah!)
There's about 20 ladies down here
They just came down to visit
You know what I'm saying
Just to have a little fun
And show some support for the, uh, Happy People album
You know, how many of y'all steppin'?
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Sonnet: I'm Still Nowhere
O God, I seem to see more of this world!
Its wickednesses, goodnesses unfold;
And though, I am mature and rather old;
I feel I am still weary, weak, though bold.
While some things ease, others become complex;
I sleep for lesser hours these days, not deep;
New problems of my life seem to me vex;
In fields of woes, flowers of joys few peep!
I struggle with the hoe in life's tough-fields;
The weather too is not as per my needs;
To many 'farmers', meagre are the yields!
All in spite of better techniques and seeds!
Nevertheless, I can count on just one!
He is Lord Jesus, God's begotten Son!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: I'm still nowhere!
O God, I seem to see more of this world!
Its wickednesses, goodnesses unfold;
And though, I am mature and rather old;
I feel I am still weary, weak, though bold.
While some things ease, others become complex;
I sleep for lesser hours these days, not deep;
New problems of my life seem to me vex;
In fields of woes, flowers of joys few peep!
I struggle with the hoe in life's tough-fields;
The weather too is not as per my needs;
To many 'farmers', meagre are the yields!
All in spite of better techniques and seeds!
Nevertheless, I can count on just one!
He is Lord Jesus, God's begotten Son!
poem by John Celes
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Morning Drizzle
Today
If you find out the rain is rattling outside
Don't put your blanket on
And sleeping again
Today
If you find out the wind doesn't stop whistle
Don't close your ears with your hands
And hide your fears
It's just morning drizzle
It's just shower from the sky
That waking this world
From cold winter time
Today
If you find out the sky is grey
Don't you hesitant to go outside
And ruin your perfect day
Today
If you don't see the sunlight shines bright
Don't keep your mourning
And forget to smile
It's just morning drizzle
It's just a mighty spray
That splashes you warning
In your joy of spring
Today
If you find out the cloud doesn't disperse
Don't keep the loneliness inside
Behind the dusty window
Today
If you find out the damp street
Don't let your mood darkening
And grudging over the muddy puddle
It's just morning drizzle
It's just a water breeze
That cooling this land
From the heat of summer
Today
If you find out the plants soaked with downpour
Don't let your heart heavy
To do what you have to do
Today
If you find out the leaves falling helplessly
Don't also feel so weak
To be blown by cruel storm
It's just morning drizzle
It's just the season's change
That washes you some fun
In the harvest of autumn
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Weeds or The Wheat
When all of creation, for eternity, bow at The Lord's feet,
Will you be separated and gathered with the weeds or the wheat?
Those who believe and are saved, whom The Lord calls the wheat,
Will humbly and thankfully cast all their reward at His feet.
While all of those who continued in their own willful deeds,
The Lord will separate from the wheat and mark them as weeds.
While the weeds, who were deceived by the evil one into unbelief,
Will suffer for their choice throughout all eternity with no relief.
The wheat will be gathered by The Lord and brought into His barn,
Taken to their home in Heaven where they will face no more harm.
However, all of the weeds will be bundled and tossed into the fire,
Cast into eternal darkness, although this is not The Lord's desire.
The Lord's will is not eternal damnation for any man or nation,
But that all men will truly believe and accept His gift of Salvation.
The patience of The Lord is truly a mystery and something to cherish,
For in His unparalleled love for the world He wants no one to perish.
As people in the world, that He created, truly get colder and colder,
Christians He set apart for a purpose should get bolder and bolder.
The Christian's boldness should be filled with His eternal desire,
To share The Good News with all and so snatch them from the fire.
(Copyright © 06/2002)
Waiting For Her Knock
He leaned across and pulled the window closed,
What future would he have now, he supposed
If what he so desired could all come true,
He would no longer be downcast and blue,
But she was not even near, nowhere in sight,
The thought that she, with luck, perhaps just might
Keep to her word, had now become remote.
A tight restriction welled up in his throat.
She'd said she would arrive at two o'clock,
How nerve wracking this waiting for her knock,
But looking at the time, it now was five,
No good to still keep faith and hope alive.
It was obvious, she didn't want to know,
To his heart and pride, it was a vicious blow.
A tap upon the door, could that be her,
His whole dispirited being began to stir,
'Do you want to buy my pegs', the Gypsy said,
But he had fled!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Keep On Dreaming Your Dreams!
The wisest, kindest words of all,
'Keep on dreaming your dreams! '
Exciting dreamy dreams enthrall
Beyond your well-planned schemes!
Let fancy thoughts fly through the night,
Like moths and angels do!
Like planes flown by the Brothers Wright
Across the midnight blue...
Each teensy-weensy human soul
Has faith the world can't see,
Yet there it waits to take control,
To set your spirits free!
Its childlike essence can't be rushed!
Its miracles take time!
It's well-protected, can't be crushed
And truly quite sublime!
Take time apart from worldly woes...
Refresh yourselves, dear friends...
Pray daily, for we know God knows
And on Him, all depends!
So always wish upon a star,
No matter how life seems!
Heaven's above, here, near and far...
'Keep on dreaming your dreams! '
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2010.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Dedicated to ppl who dont sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the ambiance
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my dear, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morning with a recuperate mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
poem by Tejaswini Iyer
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Tempestuous Rain
The water rain come
Increasingly hard
Was accompanied the wind bent
When I opened the window
Trees fall
Flew my own roves
Destroyed all desire
Finally I closed the window
Locked the meeting all the door
Prayed so that the only one house
The Place took shelter of children and my wife
Not flown Together with the wind
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Heaven's Little Angels
Through the innocence of children at play. . .
Smile down heaven's little angels to show them the way.
Watching and caring for them from above,
Always keeping them in God's love. Every little whisper, every little tip tap toe,
Is heard by heaven's little angels never too close the door. To enter God's Kingdom of heaven we must be,
Like little children and innocently. God has opened all the doors and kept them open wide,
So heaven's little angels can smile with pride. It is heaven's little angel's blessings from above,
Sent down to spread all of God's love. Dedicated to my grandson, Xavier Michael Lemon
poem by Carolyn Daste Hurtado
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