The Life of Man
The world's a bubble; and the life of man less than a span.
In his conception wretched; from the womb so to the tomb:
Curst from the cradle, and brought up to years, with cares and fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Yet, since with sorrow here we live oppress'd, what life is best?
Courts are but only superficial schools to dandle fools:
The rural parts are turn'd into a den of savage men:
And where's a city from all vice so free,
But may be term'd the worst of all the three?
Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed, or pains his head:
Those that live single, take it for a curse, or do things worse:
Some would have children; those that have them none; or wish them gone.
What is it then to have no wife, but single thralldom or a double strife?
Our own affections still at home to please, is a disease:
To cross the sea to any foreign soil, perils and toil:
Wars with their noise affright us: when they cease,
We are worse in peace:
What then remains, but that we still should cry,
Not to be born, or being born, to die.
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Womb to womb to tomb
I am born unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before I take birth once again unto another womb
Then as mark of respect
A tomb shall man place on that womb
To remind the world
That this day a man
Was, born unto this womb.
Before another birth I seek
To live another life in another womb
In the seas of life I shall swim
Before I am once again ready
To take birth unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before, I take birth once again to be entombed.
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Save The Children
(marvin gaye/al cleveland)
I just want to ask a question
Who really cares?
To save a world
A world in despair
Who cares?
Therell come a time, when the world wont be singing
And flowers wont grow, no, bells wont be ringin
But who cares?
Who really cares?
Whos willing to try to save the world
That is destined to die
When I look at the world it fills me with sorrow
Little children today really suffer tomorrow
Oh what a shame, what a sad way to live
All who is to blame, when we cant stop livin
You gotta live, live for life
But let live everybody
Live life for the children
Oh, for the children
You see, we have to save the babies
Save the babies
Save the babies, save the babies
If you wanna love, save the babies
All the children all over the world
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Earthly Laws and ‘in utero’ Baby Rights!
Womb’s environs must be made conducive
For growth of every seed God-implanted;
The birth-canal is road to every life
That seeks a state of separate existence!
Man ought to help the life within the womb
To grow and get nourishment that’s timely;
Let none convert the sacred womb to tomb,
Enacting laws to curb birth ruthlessly!
Why muffle throats that yearn to raise ‘first cry’,
And see their parents’ faces and God’s sky!
The laws on earth shouldn’t make life worse in womb,
Curtailing growth of human progeny!
‘Unwanted child’ is no excuse to kill!
God heals some unborn, unhealthy and ill!
A few jurors can’t decide mankind’s fate,
And tilt the balance against life each time!
All forms of life get innate rights from God,
Including growth, birth, earthly existence;
No king or leader shall undo these rights
Of life, God-made or hinder their free birth!
If those already born have rights plenty,
If birth alone can give a person rights,
Why can’t such rights be given to the child,
By making way for birth in the first place?
There is no reason good enough to kill
The life allowed by God within the womb;
The laws in sacred womb are Nature-made!
No earthly law should permeate the womb.
Give freedom to be born to the unborn!
No God of life can watch with patience more,
When man can destroy millions unborn lives!
No tomb can ever yield a single birth!
When save you want a life that’s ebbing fast,
Why hinder lives that yearn to see the light?
He/she who kills within the womb will kill
By habit anyone already born!
The soul without the grace of God could do
More heinous crimes upon the planet earth;
A homicide is taking others’ lives –
Within the womb or without are both crimes!
God spare the lives of millions denied birth!
How can such murders foul give someone mirth?
The unseen tears of unborn kids brings curse;
Their unheard pleas to man will make lives worse!
If man can kill his child before ‘first cry’,
When man can torture children while in womb,
And bring about their death and destruction,
His heart has turned all cold and loveless too!
Denying freedom of God-destined births?
The woman’s womb belongs to her, sans seed!
Once seeded, it belongs to her seed now!
Eugenics is still far-fetched than real!
Life’s values cannot change in womb/ ex womb!
Abortion on demand can’t give the right
To kill a baby that can thrive on own!
Each baby has the right to live like all.
The days are not far-off when world demands
All invalids and elderly to die!
The theories Eugenics speaks are not true
Or proved beyond a doubt or time-tested!
No doctor can afford to use his ken
To abet crimes of sinful men, women!
Most ‘statistics’ are some-how error-prone;
No man can judge the worthiness of life!
The laws outside the womb can’t stifle life
That grows within the womb, awaiting birth!
Allow the unborn child to be born, man;
No man can add an hour to his life-span!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-26-2009
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SONNET: Think of the unfortunate!
Oh, when I see millions, worse off than me,
Struggling lifetime, to eke a livelihood!
What had I done to have been born lucky?
And bestowed with a near-healthy Man-hood!
O h, when I see children living in streets!
Abegging alms, ill-clad and mal-nourished;
And men with dogs sharing garbage-food, greets;
The thrill of living appears all vanished.
When thousands die or suffer wounds, disease;
Because of wars declared by raving men;
Oh, how I wish this world should quickly cease!
Should earthlings suffer thus to reach Heaven?
But I am sure there is one watching God!
Who cares for poor creatures by just His nod!
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Born To Be Free! ! !
Born to be free! ! !
But, the obstacles of this world have engulfed themselves all around me.
Born to be free! ! !
But hatred had been the main cause being practised by mankind than love.
Born to be free! ! !
But, mankind had introduced what is called racism all around us.
Born to be free! ! !
But, mankind is not ready to accept the positive laws of the Creator.
Born to be free! ! !
But, there are wars everywhere on this earth.
Born to be free! ! !
But, you've hated me already in your heart without any reason.
Born to be free! ! !
But, earth's own problems are more than i can bare.
Born to be free! ! !
But, what i know is not what the Babylon System is teaching me.
Born to be free! ! !
But, the painter of tomorrow has no brush in his or her hand today.
Born to be free! ! !
But, when will the world learn to live in peace?
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Life At Its Best
Jesus came as Prince of Peace, offering a life that will not cease.
There’s a peace He came to give, to all on earth who chose to live,
Life on this earth at its very best, until this weary body’s laid to rest.
Helping us to live this earthly life, while dealing with the daily strife.
For this peace we must lay on Him, every burden and anxious whim.
Satan may place a trial in our way, to fill our heart with utter dismay,
But with the presence of The Lord, help and grace can be implored,
If as Believer’s we would only dare, cast to Christ every single care.
God The Father calls upon all of us, to in His Son place all our trust.
All cares and burdens of this life, are to be cast to the feet of Christ.
The Lord Jesus Christ is over all, and knows all needs, big and small,
When we trust Him with all our days, God fills life with joy and praise.
It’s not an option as some suggest, or from Christ a passing request,
For it is a command to cast to Him, all our burden lest to turns to sin,
As the sins of worry and of unbelief, is what the enemy tries to seed.
To take our mind off Jesus Christ; and fill our heart with undue strife.
God’s inner peace is the essence, of living daily in Christ’s presence,
For when a trial causes one grief, His omnipresence brings him relief.
All that I need, I have through Grace, that helps me any time or place,
Grace from God that will not cease, that gives me Everlasting Peace.
(04/2007)
Sonnet- Some Things Will Continue
Some children play about in evenings;
In front of th’place where I’ve begun practice;
Their noisy, play just irritation brings,
But why disturb their fun, frolic and bliss?
The noise of motors on the roads is worse;
Which Policeman can control decibels?
A Doctor, in my heart, I sometimes curse;
Noise pollution bodily also tells.
So, things do happen 'yond man's solutions;
Sometimes, we must be blind and turn deaf ears;
We can't afford to shed inhibitions;
Nor can we live all life with constant fears.
By things, that irk, we must not get provoked.
Sometimes, the air we breathe is very smoked!
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Don’t Take My Life, My Dear Mother!
Don’t take my life,
My dear mother!
For heaven’s sake,
Please let me live!
Don’t take my life;
Give me a chance;
I’ve life like you;
I want to live.
Don’t take my life;
God’s love made me;
God talks to me,
And calls my name!
Don’t take my life;
The womb’s my home;
God feeds me well
And helps me grow.
Don’t take my life;
I yearn to live,
And see the world
That God has made.
Don’t take my life;
Do charity;
I’ll repay back
Your act of love.
Don’t take my life,
I want some love
From my parents;
So, spare me please!
Don’t take my life;
Do spare my frame;
The clay is baked;
It’s time for birth!
Don’t take my life
God has allowed;
I want to see
His lovely world.
Don’t take my life;
I’ll pay you well,
When I grow big,
And you turn old!
Don’t take my life,
My dear mother;
God will bless you
And too, father!
Don’t take my life,
Dear dad and mum;
Don’t turn the womb
Into my tomb!
Don’t take my life,
For God’s sake please;
My dear parents,
‘LET ME BE BORN! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-9-2009
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All Through Him
Through what we call natural birth, we’re born onto a sinful earth,
And whatever land we’re born in, we are a child that’s born in sin,
Born separated from God above, who reached out with His love,
Providing redemption for all men, so that we can be Born Again.
Through the Cross God forgives, because of His Son, who lives,
We’re redeemed from all iniquity, all through the cross in Calvary,
Granting men hope and peace, that when received will not cease,
Forgiven through the act of Christ, who for sinners paid the price.
Through the Resurrection is life, for us, in The Lord, Jesus Christ,
As the grave could not hold Him, we gain a New Life, free of sin,
A New Life to live abundantly, leaving sin at the cross of Calvary,
As we live to serve The Risen King, and His Praises we now sing.
Through our Savior Jesus Christ, we become heirs of Eternal Life,
Life in Heaven, with God is in store, for all believers, forevermore,
And we too, shall all be changed, in ways that only God arranged,
While Christ has prepared a place, for believers through His grace.
Today the choice belongs to men, in a world which is condemned,
To continue in their sin or be free, through God’s Lamb of Calvary,
Also, Eternal Life or eternal death, when they take their last breath,
Life with God, it stands to reason, why ignore this special season?
(Copyright ©04/2010)
I Was Born To Love You (Mercury)
I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU
WITH EVERY SINGLE BEAT OF MY HEART
YES, I WAS BORN TO TAKE CARE OF YOU
EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE
I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU...
YOU ARE THE ONE FOR ME
I AM THE MAN FOR YOU
YOU WERE MADE FOR ME
YOURE MY ECSTASY
IF I WAS GIVEN EVERY OPPORTUNITY
ID KILL FOR YOUR LOVE
SO TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME
LET ME ROMANCE WITH YOU
IM CAUGHT IN A DREAM
AND MY DREAMS COME TRUE
ITS HARD TO BELIEVE
THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME
AN AMAZING FEELING
COMIN THROUGH
I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU...
I WANNA LOVE YOU
I LOVE EVERY LITTLE THING ABOUT YOU
I WANNA LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU
BORN TO LOVE YOU
BORN TO LOVE YOU
YES, I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU
BORN TO LOVE YOU
BORN TO LOVE YOU
EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE
I WAS BORN TO TAKE CARE OF YOU
EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE
song performed by by Queen
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Abortion is Evil
Baby, are you gonna kill
Your baby in the womb, again?
Baby, can you stay happy,
Walking in this sinful lane?
Your choice, you wanna exercise
Means murder cold-blooded of child;
The guilt, ill-effects of this vice
Can haunt all life and are not mild.
Each child that’s formed is by God’s grace –
A priceless wealth that He bestows;
The womb is made to keep the race,
In proper number, in due course.
Good parenting begins in womb;
Abortion can’t give you mind’s peace;
The sacred womb that turns a tomb,
Can’t help you live your days in ease.
You knew what sex can sometimes bring –
The unborn child’s no life-less mass!
The death-knell for the child you ring –
A curse could befall you, Alas!
So, baby, do not abort, please;
You cannot go against God’s plan;
Accept the unborn child with peace
And God will add your earth’s life-span!
Mothers, must you kill again?
Fathers, must you abet crime?
Don’t hold your unborn with disdain;
Each child brings joy and blessings prime!
God gifts parents, children by lease,
And forms them without big disease;
Take heart and deliver them, please;
God will bless you and give you peace!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-21-2009
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India’s 63rd Independence Day – a Pledge
India is our land, our Motherland!
Sacred are the soil, water and air;
All Indians are our brothers, sisters;
We love our nation great and care.
Our nation is not rich but isn’t poor;
We love its vastness and its heritage;
We are proud to be called Indians;
We will usher a golden new age.
We love our home where we were born;
We trust in God and work for global peace;
We want amity among nations all;
We pray to God that wars may cease.
We want to live in harmony;
We want to progress very fast;
We want to help all those who need;
Our bickering is things of the past.
We will not force nor allow foes;
We toil to reach the moon and stars;
We stand united in joys and woes;
We pledge our lives for nation’s sake.
The Indian heart has love for life;
The Indian soul is kind from birth;
The Indian welcomes any strife;
The Indian brain is best on earth.
We are a nation proud and good;
We want to share our love and peace;
We brook not outside interference;
Impenetrable is our nation’s defence!
Jai Hind! Jai Bharat! Jai Indian!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-08-2009
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Christmas,2009
The love of Father God for man
Came down from heaven, once again,
To show He would do all He can
To save man’s soul in sinful lane!
He sent His only Son called Christ
To be born of a virgin’s womb
Of lady known to be so chaste,
A thing that sealed satan’s end / doom!
The second Eve thus crushed the head
Of satan who put man in sin,
And saved him from a hopeless world,
With capability to win.
The fruit of Virgin Mary’s womb
Was Jesus Christ, who bore the cross
To redeem living, those in tomb,
And showed that He was clearly boss.
Thus, God was born upon the earth
In poverty and humblest way,
To give all mankind, Heaven’s mirth
And justice on Last Judgment Day.
God’s love was born on Christmas Day;
There was no room in any inn;
The baby King just slept on hay –
A sign of love for man within.
Oh, what a lovely God’s own Son!
Oh, what a way to save mankind!
The work of Redemption began –
A fact of mystery, we all find.
Oh, baby Jesus, You brought peace
Into a world of sinful curse,
And hope to man to live with ease,
And reach God’s abode, heaven’s bliss.
The world was filled with intense joy
When born was Jesus, baby boy,
To be the Truth, Way and the Light,
And make man’s future always bright.
Oh, thank You God for Your great love;
To hope renewed, mankind will bow;
When sinners change, there’s joy above
Man freed from sin can live on now!
‘Thus, God was born,
A man, one morn;
Through Christ, His Son,
Hope was reborn! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-21-2009
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Sonnet: God’s Special Love
The love of God had given us our form
Wholesome and perfect, while in mother’s womb;
The environs then tried to us deform:
Some ending without being born in tomb!
The love of God had given parents good,
Who reared us with great care to adulthood;
And taught us basic things we need in life,
And how to toil and overcome our strife.
The love of God had given us life-span-
Our precious time on earth to work for Him;
The Hand of God protected each human,
From foes, travail and when life became grim.
God’s special love chose us before our birth,
For being born, human being on earth.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-2-2008
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Living Day To Day
For me there is simply one way, which is to live my life day to day,
Living this life, one day at a time, this prescribed by God's design;
I can't be concerned about tomorrow, as today has its own sorrow,
These are the words to all of us, words of our Savior, Christ Jesus.
Tomorrow will come soon enough, along with cares and other stuff,
So I need to live today my friend, knowing soon that it too will end,
Then as dusk gives way to daylight, I will have another day in sight,
Another day granted by The Lord, as one more day to be explored.
Indeed, one more day in which I must, live out my day in total trust,
Trust in my God, who reigns above, each and every day I speak of,
As He's there in every day new, guiding me until the day is through,
There every day right by my side, helping me, in His Truth, to abide.
Each new day, I rely upon The One, from the sunrise to setting sun,
My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, The very Author of my entire life,
So if clouds this day should show, He'll guide me in the way to go,
As I walk through life day to day, with my Lord on life's narrow way.
Living life, just one day at a time, truly brings you a peace sublime,
Peace that goes above life's fray, of concern and strife of the day,
When Christ's words, one heeds, God takes care of all daily needs,
Giving you a Heaven sent peace, which on bad days will not cease.
(Copyright ©05/2012)
‘Happy Birthday, Mahatma Gandhiji! ’
Our Father of the Indian soil,
You got us freedom with your toil;
All life, you burnt the midnight-oil;
Your Freedom Struggle, none could foil!
What simple life, you led on earth!
Your humbleness was seen from birth;
Such greatness stands always a dearth;
To you, all Indians owe our mirth!
O Mahatma, you’re live today,
In hearts of earthlings to this day;
You showed an exemplary way;
Your sacrifice, none can repay!
Although you were a simple boy,
You won us freedom we enjoy;
You persevered with your own ploy,
And made the British gun, a toy!
Your love for us, we won’t forget;
Great men like you, may we beget;
Free nation from all foreign debt;
To you, we owe our lives, we bet!
May heaven give you lasting peace;
May global Indians live with ease;
May earthlings live without disease;
May wars on earth totally cease!
We love you Father Gandhiji!
We’ll live upto your dreams surely;
We miss you very much truly;
We promise to do our duty!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-10-2009
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Suicide note
I'm sorry but I have to go now.
I refuse to live a life of bollocks.
I aint gonna live in pain.
Bollocks to those who think I should live.
I was born to be used.
I was born to be a tourtured soul.
I was born to be abused and attacked.
I was born for others pleasure.
I didn't dare to speak.
Only told three times.
Didn't ever dare to grass.
They said they get me otherwise.
Pressure has built over the years.
Eating away at me.
Not letting me be free.
Not giving me an escape route.
Always locking me in a prison.
I was a prisoner of my shadow.
I was a prisoner of many things.
But now I've escaped from life.
I'm no longer a prisoner of life.
I'm at some sort of peace.
Bastards used me for thier twisted ways.
They cant do it now though.
Now I'm dead and cold in my grave.
Still not understanding why.
Why people can be so cruel.
None of that matters now though Im gone.
Im free.
Free from my pain.
And free from life
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Diverse Is Life Here, Is Only to Die worse?
Diverse this world looks,
Look at the green forests,
Look at the animals,
Diverse is living, world,
Only comes into life,
to Die worse!
Are men too, their diverse races,
Diverse thoughts,
Diverse nationality,
Diverse mentality,
Are this only to Die worse?
Some are selfish and ignorants,
Some are fantastic and fanatics,
Some are psychiatrists and some are their patients,
Some are physicians,
Some are with diseases,
Diverse is this world,
Only here all have to Die worse!
Some are good husbands
Some are good housewives,
Some quarrel and make worse,
And divorce,
Only to Die worse some day!
Some are sages,
Some work for wages,
Some dance and sing well on stages,
Some are teachers, some are pupils,
Diverse is this world,
All have to Die worse!
This earth is green and blue planet,
Not has any celestial danger yet,
Still men born here were half scientists,
The worked for some,
Yet nature reacted to all,
Diverse is science, only made,
Life better temporary
But truth is one has to live and die worse here,
Some are sages and buddhas,
Some are Lao Tzu and Taoist,
Some are communists, Marxist or Maoists,
Some or artists or some Are critics
Some are atheists,
Some are monoethists
Or polyethists,
Diverse is nature of men,
All have do die worse!
Some are missionaries,
Some are visionaries
Some are revolutionaries,
Some are ordinaries
Some are extra ordinaries,
All has die worse!
Some are innocents
Some are militants
Some are mutants
Some are scholars,
Some are school goers,
Diverse is nature all die here,
Some will try and live,
Yet they have to die,
But not die worse!
All are not alike only some strive hard,
refuse to Die Worse,
Live well and die well,
Only to dwell in the eternal truth!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Single Is Fair
Single
I am single
Question of double
Does not arise.
I am single
Only single.
Single sun
Single moon
Single earth
Single air
Single sky
Sngle water
Single fire
Single soul
Single body
All are there
All are fair.
Single is single
Single is beautiful
Single is fair.
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Casting All Your Cares
Cast all your cares to Jesus Christ, and peace will flow into your life.
Just cast every single burden to Him, even those ladened with sin.
Lay them at the foot of the cross, where He died for sins of the lost.
Even when your trials don’t cease, He will fill your heart with peace.
God wants to transform your life, through the power of Jesus Christ.
With the same power He displayed, when our Lord Jesus was raised.
That was three days after friend, for all the world He was condemned.
Where God judged the world’s sin; as our iniquity was placed on Him.
Christ died in much agony and pain, and it was all for our eternal gain.
When all the sin of this world, upon His shoulders by God was hurled.
The Sinless Lamb had died for all; and this to free us from Adam’s fall.
Christ, the firstfruits of God’s love, is now enthroned in Heaven above.
With God’s Power came His Grace, for His Only Son died in our place.
Christ had given His life to rise again, and this is the Hope for all men.
Believers are buried with Jesus Christ, and in Him we rise to New Life.
Christ’s bodily resurrection is the proof, of God’s Glorious Eternal Truth.
Remember that Christ died for all, and our burdens for Him are small.
Christ died to give us all new life, so He can deal with our daily strife.
So cast all your cares at His feet, for in Christ Jesus we are complete.
And until we look upon His face, Christ will sustain us with His Grace.
(Copyright ©02/2006)