Fizzled Life At Stake
Who he is that can save? Come, deliver
Where is my safety? Where am I safe in this life?
Every minute of my life I languish in pain and sickness.
I tremble for the quakes of the vagaries of life
Who is he that can tell of my story? Is it you?
No there's none among men with such feat
It is too hard a nut to crack. Still I'm destined to bear it.
Who shall sing of my elegy? Who are they that care to listen?
Every moment of my life I'm in sorrow.
In my eating hours there always a dropp of tear in my tears.
My best companion of life has become but grief
Have I but become a sacrificial lamb?
At least I should have been considered a human.
The wailing of my heart becomes greater of Jeremiah's
Job's encounter is only but a spark of my visitations
Every moment of my life I'm in sorrow. In waking hours flows the avalanche of tears of bitterness in my heart.
Even in my sleeping hours I have nightmares
I see myself a fly being caught in a vicious cobweb.
Any attempt to detach a leg, pins it securely more on a sticky-stand.
Accurse be the day I was born. For it were better I was not born.
Let confusion lay hold of that day of birth the child of affliction was born.
Let terror more terrible than terror lay siege of that day
It were better I had passed through the discharges of my mother
By now all the memories of my being would have being forgotten
Woe to that womb that bore the child of affliction
It shall remain barren for seven generation unborn.
Oh! My souls take thy rest in the bosom of the Most High.
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Embryonic Homicide
Life is same, no matter young or old;
Life is precious, more than silver, gold;
Life isn’t commodity that is sold;
Life’s from God, not from this nasty world!
Alike is life in children and adults;
Alike is life ‘in utero’, ‘ex womb’;
Alike is life of born and that unborn;
All human lives are equal before God.
All human beings are in God’s semblance;
Each body gets a soul that everlasts;
The love of God is shown to all creatures;
The Life-Giver alone can take back life!
The Embryo has life that’s God-destined;
The Embryo was formed by love of God;
The Embryo must grow by divine Word;
The Embryo has soul like anyone!
Why kill the embryo for its small parts?
Why destroy one life to save another?
Why treat the embryo with great disdain?
Why murder lives in womb for sake of born?
The embryo is healthy, not diseased;
The embryo is living, not deceased;
The embryo is child, awaiting birth;
The embryo is human too and worth!
No beast kills babies that are still unborn;
The world demands kindness to animals;
Why not protect the human lives unborn?
Preserve the dignity of life in womb!
Could God watch human lives desecrated?
Would God spare merciless human beings?
The embryonic life is life as well;
All ruthless murderers shall land in hell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-9-2009
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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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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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birth (Motherhood)
a child born with closed eyes
it was a new beginning of my life
people think a child is born
but ask me, i know a mother is born
people say that mother is precious gift of God
but ask me a child is God himself in her arms
before my child's birth my life was beautiful
but after his birth my life become precious
these are simple heap of emotions - people say this
fools! they don't understand the pleasure of being a mother
its just the same, when you see the diamond you praise its beauty
but when you own one, you come to know how precious it is!
- Pradnya
poem by Pradnya Pahurkar
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Born In Birth Universe
Where is first blessing
for this new young couple
for each new young couple?
These young souls
so blessed with love of life
in love of each other.
They await first blessing
blessing of new destined life
given God’s mystic purpose.
How God intrigues
us with this longing
internal wait for new life.
Where when is time
of this life born creation
moment of conception?
Original moment of creation
was born in birth universe
all souls preconceived in God.
Eternal love for awaited child
universal longing expressed
in God’s preconceived creation.
'The concept, time is infinite and undefined'
flows into many universal truths as creation
laws in divine purpose free will consequences.
All humanity all races all born children
are fortunate to receive unconditional
love as God’s blessing in karma choices.
Quotation from the poem ‘Where Is The Time? ’ by Rekha Sathya.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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An Alarm
Life is like the burial of a donkey and,
The dead make us weep all day;
Life is like a fire in the forest and,
The dead make us weep all day;
Life is like the price of war!
And the dead make us weep all day;
Of an alarm at noon when,
You have the weapons of war around you.
Today a male child is born but,
Tomorrow comes the war!
Today a female child is born but,
Tomorrow comes the war!
Life is like that at times;
Of the terror on everyside of the globe! !
Life is like a spacious house with large chambers,
Life is like an old man with a sickle,
Life is like the valley of Ben Hinnom,
Life is like an old women looking for her missing child,
Life is like the cry of war!
But may the sun always shine on you who have hope.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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Love Of My Life
I love lilacs and avocados
Ukuleles and fireworks
And woody allen and walking in the snow
But youve got to know that
Youre the love of my life
You are the love of my life
You are the love of my life
You are the love of my life
>from the moment I first saw you
The second that you were born
I knew that you were the love of my life
Quite simply the love of my life
I love lucy and pumpernickel bread
The statue of liberty and standing ovations
And falling into bed
But get it through your head that
Youre the love of my life
You are the love of my life
You are the love of my life
You are the love of my life
>from the moment I first saw you
The second that you were born
I knew that you were the love of my life
Quite simply the love of my life
You an drive me crazy
You can drive me anywhere
Here are the keys
Just do as you please
It may not always be easy
But youre the love of my life
My heart is riding on a runaway train
You are the love of my life
Through all the pleasure and pain
>from the moment I first saw you
I knew it right away
I knew that you were the love of my life
Simply the love of my life
You are the love
The great love of my life.
song performed by by Carly Simon, music by Carly Simon
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The Seed in the Womb- Baby Alive!
There is a dormant life, unseen,
In every seed!
When sowed in soil that’s wet,
Under the bright rays of the sun,
It sprouts into a seedling,
With overt life!
It grows into a sapling-
A miniature plant,
Which grows into a plant or tree,
Laden with flowers, fruits and seeds,
And happy are both,
God and mankind.
Do farmers destroy seeds?
Do they destroy sprouted seeds?
Do they pull off seedlings?
Do they remove saplings?
And all have life,
From Creator!
There is an innate life, unseen
In each zygote!
On nidation in womb,
Under the loving care of God,
It grows, becoming embryo:
With overt life!
Which grows into a fetus-
Miniature human being!
Bubbling with life;
And grows into a human babe,
That should be born,
To grow into an adult (male/ female) ,
Who can now have, children,
Maintaining human race,
And happy are both,
God and mankind!
Should one destroy zygotes?
Should one destroy embryos? (Abortion)
Should one murder the fetus? (Feticide, Abortion))
Should one kill the babe, unborn? (Infanticide)
And all have life,
From Creator!
Life is life- plant or beast!
Life is life- in seed or ovum / sperm!
Life is life- small or big!
Life is life- in utero or ex!
Life is life- unborn or born!
Life is life- child or adult!
Would anyone sane destroy
A growing plant?
Would anyone sane cut down
A little tree?
Does any woman have the right
To abort her child?
Can any man or woman
Murder own child?
‘God gives the ‘seed’ life in the womb,
None dare take this out, except Him.
God makes the seed grow in the womb;
No one dare turn the womb, a tomb!
Abortion is murder, most foul
Of a baby in the womb! ’
‘THOU SHALT NOT KILL- saith the Lord.’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008
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We Gave Her A Bouquet Of Roses
We gave her a bouquet of roses to place on her baby's grave
The baby girl born alive that the doctors could not save
The birth of new born baby a time of joy and cheer
But if the new born baby die such news none wish to hear.
She has to weep her grief away and shed those painful tears
Or else the hurt will stay with her for years and years and years
To bottle up her sense of loss will only cause more pain
She has to shed her grief in tears or with her 'twill remain.
She carried her child for nine months looked to the birth with joy
But her happiness was snatched from her in the twinkling of an eye
My thoughts go to her husband too his expectations high
But tragedy visited him he watched his baby die.
What can one say at a time like this there's nothing one can say
To ease the burden of the grief that they must feel today
Nine months of expectations in a moment snatched away
But sun as ever waits to shine behind the clouds of gray.
A bouquet of flowers and sympathy card to place on baby's grave
But how can any one expect of them at such time to be brave
They have to let their feelings show and weep their grief away
For if not sorrow will live on and hurt with them will stay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Woman(the mother)
is there a paradise
with out a woman
in our life
or there a terrible
if there a women
in our life
she born of love
to bear the love
to bear the life
to seed the life
she saves life
the holy wonder in her
in womb
the holy life
the baby's her
playing love
bringin life
the frist love
is kiss of her
the frist care
the touch of her
the frist word
u call her mom
oh her smile
make u smile
one tear of her
make u cry
under the feet of her
the mother
is where the paradise
it may belong.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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A Native Of Mumford
I am born to the wind without sorrow,
And the sound of the echo blows me by;
For, there are no just laws around me.
I am a new born bard among many!
And, i am trained like the stone that thrives;
But, the feelings of the blues around me is with no champagne.
I am still in the storm of my life to overcome this ocean blues,
But there are skeletons in this cupboard around me!
However, i am utilising all the aspects of life to be in shape.
I am a native of Mumford and, i do focus my mind on,
The rhythms of this world to enhance my status-quo as i grow along;
But, i will like to sit down together with you at the dinning table of love!
For, i am born to the wind without sorrow.
Life to me is like, to plant in plant in pleasure and to harvest glory! !
However, sow in tears and reap in joy;
And, try to reach out to touch the heart of someone with sincere love and care.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Poem for a mother whose lost her son
I held him safe within my womb
And kissed him in the birthing room
I held his hand in sickness too
And now I don't know what to do
My son, my child, my flesh and bone
Has died and left me all alone
And in the night when no one sees
I cry and end up on my knees
I cry to God and ask Him why
My precious son he had to die
And when the morning light appears
That's one more night I've spent in tears
And as the years they slip away
I learn to live just day by day
I turn to God who was so far
I look to where the answers are
I put my hand into His hand
He pulls me up and now I stand
I hear my Father say to me
'My Son He died upon a tree
I know the pain that mothers feel
When life turns black and robs and steals
And takes a portion of your heart
And tears your very soul apart'
Oh Lord I pray, please make me whole
Replace the joy that life has stole
This pain, this loss, is part of me
But still I'm longing to be free
I choose to walk out through the door
And melancholy reigns no more
I leave behind the shades of grey
To walk in light, to kneel and pray
' Come to me child, I've heard your cry
I saw your tears when your child died
Rest in me and find your peace
Replace your pain and find release'
Despite the fact we had to part
You still live on within my heart
There'll never be a day go by
A tear wont fall from your mother's eye
poem by Frank McEleny
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Born From Above
There are many men upon this earth, who never heard of a spiritual birth,
Like Nicodemus, a curious one, a Pharisee, who questioned God’s Son.
Christ replied to Nicodemus in love, that man must be born from above,
Born of God, through Jesus Christ, who came to grant all men New Life.
Not born a second time, physically, but, in Christ, Born Again spiritually,
Born of God’s Spirit, so we can see, with our heart, The Truth of eternity.
With a focus that is now upon God, as you continue on this earthly sod,
With a Hope we didn’t have before, through Jesus Christ our Risen Lord.
Nicodemus, although a religious man, was not fit for God’s Eternal Plan.
For apart from the Savior’s Love, he would not see The Kingdom above.
Alone, man’s religious affiliation, has no bearing on the Lord’s Salvation,
But, simply your belief in God’s Son, who died on a cross for everyone.
To be born again of God’s Spirit, just accept God’s Truth as you hear it,
Just accept Christ, who died for sins, and New Life for you then begins.
All your flesh will remain the same, although you’ve become Born Again,
It’s your heart which God changes, as your inner thoughts He rearranges.
Just like a child is born into life, through faith we’re born in Jesus Christ,
When born anew into God’s family, to become His child through eternity.
Born from above, to live for Him, Jesus Christ, who died for all our sins,
Saving us at the cross of Calvary, Christ provides us a new life eternally.
(Copyright ©09/2007)
When childhood dies, its corpses are called..?
what does child mean?
a miniature of yourself
a treasure to be loved
or a learning human
what does child mean?
a gift to be cared
a burden in your life
or a true friend
what does child mean?
a sacrificial lamb
a heir from family line
or his/her own future
what does child mean?
a natural born trouble
a sweet little angel
or just a mere child
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Mother
IN the sorrow and the terror of the nations,
In a world shaken through by lamentations,
Shall I dare know happiness
That I stitch a baby’s dress?
So: for I shall be a mother with the mothers,
I shall know the mother’s anguish like the others,
Present joy must surely start
For the life beneath my heart.
Gods and men, ye know a woman’s glad unreason,
How she cannot bend and weep but in her season,
Let my hours with rapture glow
As the seams and stitches grow.
And I cannot hear the word of fire and slaughter;
Do men die? Then live, my child, my son, my daughter!
Into realms of pain I bring
You for joy’s own offering.
poem by Nettie Palmer
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Let Me Not Forget
If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world
and my hands grow full with the daily profits,
let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me
---let me not forget a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours.
When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound
and the laughter there is loud,
let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
and in my wakeful hours
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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A poet dream...where do I begin
I love to kiss the avenue of my youth, I
love to touch those beautiful flower that
floats in the pond, I do love to hug my
childhood memories, though I know
Aim old as new born baby in the
mother's womb
I love to walk in the rainbow islets, I love
to hold those alluring clouds touching my
face; in a day of my sweet memories and
as I'll take laid my rest, my love tells me
the same, the heyday wants me to
stay, in a moment of a day
I love to know more than you do, I love to
conquer of what is yesterday, though the
time is not yet for me to go, to you my pen
I leave the very precious life I bring, take
me with you, in the happy day tell today
and yesterday
as my only friend I know in the bedside
you always be true, leaving with me no pain,
touching my sorrow and gain, until I close
my eyes where in the corner you ink, the
life of you and me has drink
now, where do I begin to think........
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Question (to Fausta)
Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows
Like the wave;
Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men.
Love lends life a little grace,
A few sad smiles; and then,
Both are laid in one cold place,
In the grave.
Dreams dawn and fly, friends smile and die
Like spring flowers;
Our vaunted life in one long funeral.
Men dig graves with bitter tears
For their dead hopes; and all,
Mazed with doubts and sick with fears,
Count the hours.
We count the hours! These dreams of ours,
False and hollow,
Do we go hence and find they are not dead?
Joys we dimly apprehend,
Faces that smiled and fled,
Hopes born here, and born to end,
Shall we follow?
poem by Matthew Arnold (1849)
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Interpretation of a story
Day in day out
in repetition
the life's game
we are caught.
Surrounded by walls
the only thing
to cling
is Love.
Here and then
a wake up call
new born or death
comes on the way..
A daughter dies
'Will I see you again? '
asks her mother
But she cannot be heard.
All that a mother
thinks about
is how to keep
The daughter's life.
So hard she tries,
fights everything
the wind, and many gods,
But all in vain, she failed..
At last she has to let
sweet soul to go away
Yet first she eats tiny bits
of memories.
Only to keep
the child's gifts
SWEET LOVE..
Daughter leaves but love
Forever to remain.
Then life could,
can, shall
Start again
Another happiness..
A happy child
And a happier mother.
Day in day out
in repetition,
life's game
we are caught...
Good luck to all my dear C.D. friends, a week from now we shall joy playing it at Concarino.Doki doki(*_*)
poem by Elena Sandu
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