The Easy Mentor
Like a flock in need of a shepherd
languishing on vagaries of life
open to attacks of predators
from all flanks a sitting duck
like the rudderless ship in tumult
tossed by the angry waves
wishing for futile serene moor
my people are like a hunting dog
that turns a deaf ear to its owner’s whistle
lost in the wilderness of inhumanity
becomes the haunted by vicissitudes
I am the easy mentor’s hoarse voice
like the tinny squirrel's teeth
that break the riddle of the kernel
come to me, sit down let’s reason
tear stained cheeks suckled sighs
a place in my bosom your recess
as the fearless shepherd boy hunt
with powers from above entrenched
a lion and a bear is equalled to a Goliath
seeking not yet repose in complacency
I come to rouse, funnel your hopes
that sprout on the stubborn rubrics
which made my kinsmen foragers
to nurture where society ransacked
to develop where greed underdeveloped
to bring succour to the down trodden
to beam a ray that has been prophesied
in the dark vestiges of resignation
where ignorance was once bliss
when the will yield followership thrive
when every one is an island of integrity
where conscience signposts our dual paths
there I will soon lay my life for you.
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Terror In The Land
Alas! there is terror in the land.
There is hurlyburly in the jungle.
Herds scampered for safety.
The elephants cocooned behind trees;
Lions buried their claws underground;
The tigers wrapped their canines with leaves;
In awe of ferocius alliance of foxes and hyena.
The roaring of the new predators
Shakes the wilderness
Making iroko tree to shed leaves spasmodically.
Date palm delivered prematurely in the savannah.
The bamboo refused to sprout.
The whole land convulsed;
Ushering thick darkness
Alas! the shepherd hues
Seeking for foreign alliance
To tame the marauding scavengers.
The vigilantes are asleep
Leaving the land defenceless
Giving rooms for the allied predators
To match their jackboots on the land.
Tears and sorrows flow in the land.
Lives are caught down at plumes.
Sighs and hopelessness inhabit homes.
The shepherd could not tame the predators.
The jet-lagged guards are fainting
And could no longer fight the predators
Haba! who shall be the next prey?
Where will the predators strike again?
Who is the true owner of the land?
Is it the shepherd or the predators?
Will there be an end to the hurlyburly?
When shall peace reign in the land again?
When shall this carnage cease?
Oh! there seems to be no end at sight
The land is afraid of itself
There is terror in the land
Someone help our motherland.
(IN MEMORY OF VICTIMS OF BOKO HARAM IN NIGERIA)
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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I Won’t Dissuade
O! The wise heads of humanity,
Though I know you will not obey,
For resolute you are in your pursuits,
And you will turn deaf ear to my cries,
Yet I shall perform the assigned task,
Like a shepherd standing on the rock,
Does shout to aware the heedless flock,
Of the encroaching dangers, hidden perils,
And calls at the top of the voice to attract,
The heed that erratic are the heading steps,
They might take, lead to the brim vertical,
Of dungeon dark, the point of no return.
O! The wise heads of humanity,
Though you obey or not, yet I shall utter
The notes, give forth the voice of conscience,
I won’t dissuade you, do whatever you wish,
But blood, honour and life on the paths,
You trample, torment my mind, my soul,
And I like a helpless shepherd stand aside,
Whose flock is taken by the fierce wolves.
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God is God
God is God
He was made by man
but refuses to be human
God is invisible
He was hidden by man
but is seen everywhere
God is unfathomable
He was made mysterious
but is known to everyone
God is love
He was made a sectarian
but is all encompassing
God is simple
He was made complex
but is always understanding
God is compassionate
He was made fiery
but is always loving
God is a sportsman
he was made a recluse
but is always vivacious
God is kind
He was made vengeful
but is always forgiving
God is young
He was made aged by man
but is longevity itself
God is caring
He was made indifferent
but is always nurturing
God is good
He was made demanding
but is always generous
God is nature
He was ruined by man
but is full of life
God is the earth
He was polluted by man
but is always cleansing
God is wise
He was made a sucker
but is always omniscience
God is slow to anger
He was made angry by man
and will ruin those who ruin the earth
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Global Food Basket
A mango African open orchard I ate
a wayside the seed carelessly tossed
passing by again I saw a bud in eke
with no tendering as a star crossed
but the rains and the sun nurtured
its nutrients from the mother earth
where on earth can this be captured?
Africa, with its caring warm hearth
where nature’s effervescence is apt
its plentitude is also fruitless implicit
this land of plenty is barren till adapt
to the paradox of wisdom so explicit
but when greed suffocates the greenest
all roads leads to this land of poverty
where greed stunted growth in honest
will be the same to replenish property
Africa will assuage this global hunger
in granaries to feed the world in blunder.
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The Searchlight
How George Herbert would have loved this word
for all the images it lights in mind!
The gloried sun of soul, no added light
needs, in unshadowed light of reason’s day;
but in the murky night of ignorance –
then reason’s other task, the probing beam
upon the dark, cruel cobweb-cornered mind
may shine; and as it clears the willing mind,
the sharper (and more seeming painful) those
last vestiges of age-old, flying things
that lurk and creep in coward-cov’ring dark!
A stormy sea needs most a light-house brave:
for age-old things resent the searchlight’s beam;
but when the night, and that unknowing’s cloud
yield to the eastward flush of dawn – how bright
the daylight shines, for those who watch all night!
And so, George Herbert, as you spoke the word -
in all things seen; for Whom, all done: our Lord.
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Sonnet: Lord Jesus Christ - the Good Shepherd
Christ Jesus Lord is Good Shepherd - the one,
Who is ready to sacrifice His life,
For sake of sheep He leads, and He is Son
Of God, Redeemer and saves all from strife!
Christ gave His life upon the cross for all,
And shed His blood as price for mankind's sins,
So that the penitent can hear God's call,
And enter heaven with pure soul and wins.
The Good Shepherd has other sheep to lead,
For they too heed His call and follow Him;
For all His sheep in flock one, need to feed,
Returning safely when the light turns dim!
Christ is the owner of the flock of sheep;
With Good Shepherd around, no wolves dare peep!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-04-2012
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Blood Stained
Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off
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Valley Forge
Close your eyes and imagine
the soldier at Valley Forge
The suffering that he endured was real
starvation, total war.
Yet in has eyes the iron will to win
and for the cause, he won't relent
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
Standing barefoot, frozen bloody hands
his musket clutched, an iron grip
and for the cause, he has but one regret,
he's only got one life to give
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
It's time for us, to open up our eyes,
and cherish the lives we all can have
and to the ones who kept our freedom free
words can't express all that you've done
(Chorus)
Would he look upon us now in anger and disgust
His politics a birthright and our creed
Will we let ignorance and laziness bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
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Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Even when in a famished state I hunt,
In pastures green and lush with abundance,
He renews my spry and exuberance.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
In gardens of drought He will fortune plant.
He leads to quiet pools of fresh water
from which I draw strength and endless laughter.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He does my requests for pleasant paths grant.
Even when to deepest darkness I stray,
He lovingly paves a most glorious way.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Even when my foes seek my life to hunt,
His rod and staff give me all the comfort
that allay my fears of every discomfort.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He does my sumptuous feasts and banquets flaunt
for my blood thirsty adversaries to see
from abased locations on bended knee.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Even when Satan tries my soul to haunt,
His goodness and mercy will follow me
until His heavenly abode I see.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (3 July 2022)
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Africa Must Unite
Oh Africa!
When your vision is in tandem
with your new political will to seek
clear prehistoric fountains of hope
shall flow with passion to obliterate
the ills of greed, pillage, inhumanity
of years of rape and inhuman slavery
and focus with clarity into the future
Your bangs of slavery begot colonialism
this invited neocolonialism to dinner
where greed fragmented your lands
your hopes and dreams in blatant disregard
to your creed, socio-cultural affinities
your ethos and eroded your values
with strange tongues and feuds
Oh! Africa!
When you resist their beckoning evil urges
and insatiate hunger for subtle greed
they sowed the seed of insane hatred
termed you land of hunger, poverty, disease
but we see through their furtive glances
of impatience for more exploitative trysts
for we know better than that what they call you
Oh Africa!
Now is the time to unite as one
there is no other ideal time to start
a journey of a thousand miles
starts with that uncertain false steps
of a toddler fraught with falls and cries
the strength of the chain is its weakest link
United we stand passionate or die trying
And I see a new Africa
and a new people of conscience
for the vent of a new wind of change
is now tilted within reach of the meek
and the downtrodden imprisoned
by walls of societal false sense of value
to ascend the true throne of prominence
for God does not work with weaklings!
Oh Africa! You show plenty of signs
that you are on the right track and
beginning to overcome many of your problems
your tinny breast once beleaguered by poverty and war
is now clean, safe and enjoying economic growth
more than twice as fast as the U.S. or Europe
Oh Africa! Feel the signs of a turnaround
and plenty of reason for optimism and hope
Now is the time
To dig the mine!
poem by Dela Bobobee
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Sonnet: For Heaven’s Sake, Be Righteous
Like a roaring lion, prowls the devil,
Our adversary, to undo our good;
For, enough is enough; do no evil;
Receive the crown of life through good priesthood.
Shepherd the flock like how Jesus Christ did;
The Good Shepherd died for no fault of His;
Be like the city on the hill unhid;
Walk in the shadow of the cross to bliss.
Oh, how much longer must we live in sin?
Such precious time has gone awaste in life;
God helps the righteous against devils win;
The life in heaven is one without strife.
Oh, live a selfless life for Jesus’ sake;
Remember that Heaven, hell isn’t a fake!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-6-2007
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Hymn 67
Seeking the pastures of Christ the Shepherd.
SS 1:7.
Thou whom my soul admires above
All earthly joy and earthly love,
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know,
Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow?
Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.
Why should thy bride appear like one
That turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.
[The footsteps of thy flock I see;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears.
His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood:
Here to these hills my soul will come,
Till my Beloved lead me home.]
poem by Isaac Watts
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David
It is not always to the strong
Victorious battle shall belong.
This found Goliath huge and tall:
Mightiest giant of them all,
Who in the proud Philistian host
Defiëd Israel with boast.
With loud voice Goliath said:
'Hear, armed Israel, gatherëd,
And in array against us set:
Ye shall alone by me be met.
For am not I a Philistine?
What strength may be compared to mine?
'Choose ye a man of greatest might:
And if he conquer me in fight,
Then we will all servants be,
King of Israel, unto thee.
But if I prove the victor, then
Shall Saul and all his armëd men
Bend low beneath Philistian yoke.'
Day by day these words he spoke,
Singly traversing the ground.
But not an Israelite was found
To combat man to man with him,
Who such prodigious force of limb
Displayed. Like to a weaver's beam
The ponderous spear he held did seem.
In height six cubits he did pass,
And he was armed all o'er in brass.
Him we will leave awhile, and speak
Of one, the soft down on whose cheek
Of tender youth the tokens bare.
Ruddy he was and very fair.
David, the son of Jesse he,
Small sized, yet beautiful to see.
Three brothers had he in the band
Of warriors under Saul's command;
Himself at home did private keep
In Bethlem's plains his father's sheep.
Jesse said to this his son:
'David, to thy brothers run,
Where in the camp they now abide,
And learn what of them may betide.
These presents for their captains take,
And of their fare inquiries make.'
With joy the youth his sire obeyed.-
David was no whit dismayed
When he arrivëd at the place
Where he beheld the strength and face
Of dread Goliath, and could hear
The challenge. Of the people near
Unmoved he asked, what should be done
To him who slew that boasting one,
Whose words such mischiefs did forebode
To the armies of the living God?
'The king,' they unto David say,
'Most amply will that man repay.
He and his father's house shall be
Evermore in Israel free.
With mighty wealth Saul will endow
That man: and he has made a vow;
Whoever takes Goliath's life,
Shall have Saul's daughter for his wife.'
His eldest brother, who had heard
His question, was to anger stirred
Against the youth: for (as he thought)
Things out of his young reach he sought.
Said he, 'What moved thee to come here,
To question warlike men? say, where
And in whose care are those few sheep
That in the wilderness you keep?
I know thy thoughts, how proud thou art:
In the haughtiness of thy heart,
Hoping a battle thou mayst see,
Thou comest hither down to me.'
Then answered Jesse's youngest son
In these words: 'What have I done?
Is there not cause?' Some there which heard,
And at the manner of his word
Admired, report this to the king.
By his command they David bring
Into his presence. Fearless then,
Before the king and his chief men,
He shows his confident design
To combat with the Philistine.
Saul with wonder heard the youth,
And thus addressed him: 'Of a truth,
No power thy untried sinew hath
To cope with this great man of Gath.'
Lowly David bowed his head,
And with firm voice the stripling said:
'Thy servant kept his father's sheep.-
Rushing from a mountain steep
There came a lion, and a bear,
The firstlings of my flock to tear.
Thy servant hath that lion killed,
And killed that bear, when from the field
Two young lambs by force they seized.
The Lord was mercifully pleased
Me to deliver from the paw
Of the fierce bear, and cruel jaw
Of the strong lion. I shall slay
The unrighteous Philistine this day,
If God deliver him also
To me.' He ceased. The king said, 'Go:
Thy God, the God of Israel, be
In the battle still with thee.'
David departs unarmed, save
A staff in hand he chanced to have.
Nothing to the fight he took,
Save five smooth stones from out a brook;
These in his shepherd's scrip he placed,
That was fastened round his waist.
With staff and sling alone he meets
The armëd giant, who him greets
With nought but scorn. Looking askance
On the fair ruddy countenance
Of his young enemy-'Am I
A dog, that thou comest here to try
Thy strength upon me with a staff?'
Goliath said with scornful laugh.
'Thou comest with sword, with spear, with shield,
Yet thou to me this day must yield.
The Lord of Hosts is on my side,
Whose armies boastful thou'st defied.
All nations of the earth shall hear
He saveth not with shield and spear.'
Thus David spake, and nigher went,
Then choosing from his scrip, he sent
Out of his slender sling a stone.-
The giant uttered fearful moan.
The stone though small had piercëd deep
Into his forehead, endless sleep
Giving Goliath-and thus died
Of Philistines the strength and pride.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Enter Greed
A progressive society,
Is one in which its people are productive.
And all aspects of their deeds done,
Is towards the uplifting of the entire society.
Not one selected segment but for everyone.
ENTER GREED
A people focused on greed in a decadent society,
Develop selfish interests in deceit and evilness.
Create divisions within themselves.
And seek to punish others without limits.
Resulting in their own ignorance accepted.
With a repetition of it kept inflicted to digest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Shepherd
The shepherd goads his sheep by staff,
And leads them on to pastures green,
Instructing them to watch for wolves
That come in sheep-skin, in their midst!
The shepherd knows each sheep by name,
And calls them sweetly when they stray,
Or when they near the ledge atop
A valley deep or hill-side steep!
The sheep too know their shepherd's call,
And graze on meadows, keeping near;
They know he is their protector,
And will save them at any cost!
How safe it is when shepherd's near!
No sheep can ever lose its way;
The shepherd takes care of the flock,
But cannot bear to see one, lost!
Dedicated to Rev. Fr. Xavier Claudius, Parish Priest,
Holy Family Church, Perundurai, by his beloved parishioners
Copyright by Dr John Celes 31-05-2012
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What Are We?
What are we?
A dream none-the-less
or perhaps just maybe,
a lost shepherd's sheep?
What are we?
A caged bird who sings
or are we more than what we see?
Perhaps we're a dream within itself,
or maybe the dreamer.
Have we lost our ways,
a reason to live?
Have we forgotten the beauty of life,
that of a natures worth?
Perhaps we fratricide our being,
as we fall unto greed.
We steal from the poor man,
and we give it all to the rich.
We teach the youth to kill;
to teach love is a crime.
We forgot what we once believed,
blamed it all on God, not ourselves.
What are we? Who are we?
A dream none-the-less
or perhaps just maybe,
a lost shepherd's sheep?
poem by Adam M. Snow
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True Origin of the Ewes
Some say that we come from old Tado
others say ancestral home is Notsie
but our traits point us to old Egypt
while our practices do depict Jews
in dorflefle, trekosi and homtodzo
does what we shroud now tritely aloft
secret dialects we speak in sacred shrines
do explain or not why it sounds Hebrew
on the lips of our stark illiterate priests
or a minority feared, envied this much?
if our open secrets we hide in silence
to explicate the prejudice we feel now
is our incurable idolatory from ages past
stoked the wrath of the Ancient of Days
to estrange us in pillage from the old fold?
what excuse then do we have as curators
to our perplexed progeny in strange lands
why we are demonized to whip hate sentiment
just as before the holocaust the other fold
who now look white while we look this black?
today our hearts will find serene moorings
when we look within and beyond this self
jettison taints of traditions of anachronism
keep societal ship buoyant in humane waters
at where our freedom ends starts another’s
when our affinity is seen as selfish herd
when they say Ewes only stick to Ewes
indictment of kinship, mystery and nepotism
“How many Ewes have you been nice to? ”
more fingers point at their manifest flaws
how would brothers who now sow discord
see us as heathen and themselves as gentiles
know the real story of the lost ten kingdom
that the doors of salvation will soon close
when Jews retrace steps the redeemer accept?
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Life's canoe Turning
Sometimes a feeling
raged abosom lonely heart
My life totally bizzare
You perpetuated a rejuvenating air
Your eyes serene, precating alive
Glare through your eyes
Shines me through the air
Hatred, a strange fire
Burned me entire
But a ray of hope blossomed
With your beleif and love for me
A gloomy desert's glossomed
Thats your love my sweetheart
With eternal powers
Embraced my trodden life
with ecstasy, bliss and blitz
With Your love
life's broken livewires switch
Life's gloomy, am full of fears
Your love blooming, a turbulance swears
A ship usually abandoned and wrecked
WithYour love,
life's ship cruished a deck
Have been friends for year
This time i wanna take chance,
Cann't forsake life's shining Glance
You're my love of life
This thought in mind a rife
I live for Life(you)
And my life emanates you
With you aside
Life's fears complications reside
With your face my life glows
Smile sweetheart,
I will face your life's blows
Am with you
You I don't know
You're my lifegaurd
life's drowned canoe
Your love and Passions burning
That's why my life's trodden canoe turning
poem by Naveen Choudary
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Someone's Watching Over Me
I found myself today
Oh I found myself and ran away
But something pulled me back
A voice of reason I forgot I had
All I know is you're not here to say
What you always used to say
But it's written in the sky tonight
[chorus]
So I won't give up
No I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong
Even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standin' in the dark I'll still believe
Someone's watching over me
I've seen that ray of light
And it's shining on my destiny
Shining all the time
And I won't be afraid
To follow everywhere it's taking me
All I know is yesterday is gone
And right now I belong
To this moment
To my dreams
[chorus]
So I won't give up
No I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong
Even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standin' in the dark I'll still believe
Someone's watching over me
It doesn't matter what people say
And it doesn't matter how long it takes
Believe in yourself and you'll find
It only matters how true you are
Be true to yourself and follow your heart
[chorus]
So I won't give up
No I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And I will be strong
Even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
That I won't give up
No I won't break down
Sooner than it seems life turns around
And i will be strong
Even if it all goes wrong
When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe
Someone's watching over
Someone's watching over
Someone's watching over me
Oh oh Someone's watching over me
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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0097 The vintage of a lifetime
As some sun-ripened vineyard-owner, rich
in slow maturing wisdom gained through time,
before that noble rot of trodden grape
yields untold harvest of a well lived life-
and proud that with his daily-tended skills
he'll win a vintage he will never taste -
so I, who seek to daily tend life's yield,
distil a vintage I shall never taste.
Mayhap some pencilled notes from wisdom's root
shall grow new generation's richer fruit.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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