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We gotta live; We gotta live!

by

Dr. John Celes

We gotta live; We gotta live!
No matter what, to us happens;
Our days on earth must still linger;
Though we lose our limb and finger;
Let eyes blind be; our ears hear not;
Our mind fear-filled; our legs won’t start;
Disease or strife, poverty rife;
Preserve we must, our precious life.
Organs may fail, failures may come;
With Hope men live and great become;
Disfigured though, our parts remain,
We trudge our way in life’s domain.
Wearily walking every lane,
We may fall down but rise again;
We gotta live; We gotta live!
We gotta live because we came;
God is our Guide, let us all strive;
Though life proves a treacherous game;
We gotta live; We gotta live!
Our life is His; In Him we live!

Copyright By Dr John Celes


On Blood-donation

by

Dr. John Celes

Bleed a little;
Bleed a while;
Bleed for someone;
Give him Life!

Blood is precious;
Blood is Life!
Give your blood
To save a life.

Some blood lost when
From blood-stream;
Saves a life fast,
Like in a dream.

Give your blood then,
To patients;
Give them life back,
Almost gone.

Blood-giving
Is sacrifice;
Life’s most sublime
Exercise!

Give the man pale,
Your blood red;
Watch life return
From the dead!

Make blood sharing
Your life’s prime aim;
Get replenished
Whence it came.

Bleed a little;
Bleed a while;
Bleed for someone,
Or he dies!

Don’t worry, His ways are noteworthy

by

Dr. John Celes

Be happy in what you have done;
Be happy that God is your friend;
Care not for the things you had won,
Life is not the same for all men.

What has happened is now the past;
Things which we now cannot recast;
Lets do the best in our present;
Hoping God makes future pleasant.

O judge us Lord with a kind heart;
Disheartened as we are poor men;
Had we then been what we are now;
We needn’t have to sinfully bow.

Sinners, we are, yet love Thee God;
Take us to thy heaven’s Abode;
We long to rest in your sweet home!
Wherefrom perennial love comes.

In Life, you don’t feel too guilty;
God knows our human frailty;
Don’t worry, your life was worthy;
God’s ways are strangely noteworthy.

God’s work is most perfect

by

Dr. John Celes

Lying in bed, weak and still,
Victim of an unknown ailment;
My mind looks clear and I think well,
Of things seen, unseen: Godsent.
Man’s achievements in Science looked good;
But dullened, his conscience stood;
He was after greater glory!
Ignoring God- I felt sorry.
I saw the Master Sculptor’s work,
Which was amazingly perfect;
No doubt, His was the very best;
Our earthly tries, I now detest;
God knows whatever man can do;
His Creator, Man can’t outdo!

A Tribute To MY REVERED FATHER

by

Dr. John Celes

My Father was a great teacher,
Good husband to my good Mother;
He taught his pupils very well;
In an old house, did he dwell.

Well he reared his children seven!
Lived for up to eight times ten;
His forehead sweat fell on the soil;
My Father so well, did he toil.

A man who possessed great talents;
And honesty par excellence;
Cheap Politics did he eschew;
This world hath seen but very few.

He lived in humble conditions;
A law-abiding citizen;
He gave us good education;
And raised us well in religion.

He’as born and bred in piety;
And rose in popularity;
A logic-man, Philosopher;
None could him well decipher.

A versatile man, Orator;
He tried to make a new order;
Oppressed, he died with plenty peace;
Yet in god, he lived in ease.

His learning to him was his wealth!
Together with his body’s health;
And she was great too, my Mother;
Who well-supported my Father.

A human ‘immortal’-being!
With yeoman-service worth seeing;
He loved the poor and downtrodden;
That fetched him place sure in Heaven.

But one day when he died, I cried!
By Heaven’s words, he did abide;
God-fearing, undaunted, he left;
For his great soul, a lot I wept.

I see him as a bright new Star!
In the night-Sky clearly, afar;
Oh what a great man Father was!
Truthfulness was his greatest cause.

15th AUGUST,1998 in INDIA

by

Dr. John Celes

My sleep got disturbed, thrice that day;
I could not sleep tho’ a holiday;
My mind was filled with thoughts unclear;
I got up in the morn, much earlier;
‘Twas India’s Independence Day!

Thunder, lightning filled the night’s Sky;
The day much overcast did fly;
The Rain was just a drizzle that day;
Wetted the ground of mud and clay;
‘Twas 15th of August, a rainy day.

The pea-birds howled and groaned that night;
The Rain made them shiver with fright;
Though ten, it looked like six in the morn;
The Sun behind the clouds had gone;
The Sky ground-glass remained that day.

The leaky tap-waters that fell,
Raised wavelets, ploppy-toned and swell;
Rain-drops on cables looked like pearls;
Dropped, formed again, enticing souls;
It looked it would rain long that day.

Rain-drops hanging beneath fir-twigs;
Glittered in the scarce light like figs;
The whole tree was aglow, alit;
A thing of beauty, don’t miss it!
The Sky looked like a barred-white board!

A frail, brown-skinned, bony human,
With sack on head, bent-back, he ran!
The Indian was agonizing!
Tho’ people keep sermonizing!
Fifty years after Independence!
What good was done for the common-man?

BIRDS

by

Dr. John Celes

On seeing Birds, shot in the air,
Falling half-dead to the ground,
I simply fume, ’Tis not fair,
For the hunter is the world!
Birds like only freedom,
They get it but seldom,
Caged are they so often,
Killed for no good reason,
Witness to the creation,
They glide and dart in fashion,
It is He that feeds them,
Not the world, I or them.
Why then disturb the plumes,
And feathers of the air?
They can bear no ill-will,
Nor do they complain still,
Birds are beauteous beings,
Innocent, habits so nice,
Render the air with music,
To ears, so pleasant and wise.
Birds have their courtship,
And times of hardship,
Changing seasons, Sun and food,
Prefer to live as they should.

Sonnet: Contentment is the core to Happiness

by

Dr. John Celes

Buying a car today would be so nice!
Having a car thats old is quite alright;
Getting a car tomorrow would be wise!
Changing a car each day would not be right.

Having something thats old is good enough;
Having something today seems still better;
Having something tomorrow is quite tough;
Yet, satisfaction's prime that must matter.

Each thing in time has its advantages;
Postponement's not something you always do;
One shouldn't decide slowly or take ages;
All things have demerits and beauty too!

Yet, values old have stood the test of time!
And modern things don't make life more sublime!

The King's Beard

by

Dr. John Celes

There lived a king with beard so long
And scalp with scarcely hair!
He used a comb and sang a song
And groomed it with great care.

The king was proud of his long beard
That made him look so wise!
The queen, his wife knew he looked weird
And cursed him for its size!

The queen was therefore always sad;
His lip got hid by hair!
But one day, she was rather glad;
She told him, she couldn’t bear!

One day, the king slept while he read
A book that was folklore!
He had a dream asleep in bed;
"His beard had grown some more!"

A burning candle-stick fell down
And lit the curtain-blind;
His beard had caught the fire sown!
The king was off his mind!

His nose smelt smoke: he woke in fright;
His beard was all aflame!
He shaved the stubs of hair by night
And took on him all blame!

The next day when the people saw
The king, they couldn’t believe
Their eyes and gazed at him with awe!
"Could eyes of dawn deceive?"
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-12-2004

A Mother's Greatness

by

Dr. John Celes

A mother's heart has love for all children;
Each child she bears and rears in similar way;
She tends to needs like hen to each chicken;
And gets up early, wearied though by day.

She knows in person each and every child;
She knows their wants even before they ask;
Unlike her husband, she is always mild,
And earnestly she tends to every task.

Each child appears an apple of her eye;
She intercedes for little things they need;
Ignoring faults, she loves to slog and die;
"She is the Angel who readies each feed."

There isn't a soul like mother on this earth!
She guards each child so selfishly since birth.

BY Dr John Celes
Dedicated fondly to my most ever-loving, living elderly mother
Mrs. Stella Antoniswami, Coimbatore, India
on the happy occasion of MOTHERS' DAY 2004

The Sign of the Holy Cross

by

Dr. John Celes

The Holy Cross has been the sign,
Encouraging me long;
The wonder of its sanctity
Can make a divine song.

When Jesus Christ died on the Cross
Redeeming mankind all;
My sufferings in life are naught,
So are my wounds of fall.

The Holy Cross beckons me on,
"Come, follow me all life."
For that’s the way we reach Heaven
Forgetting all our strife!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-14-2004
Dedicated fondly to Helen Harris love

My Wife Beloved

by

Dr. John Celes


My wife belov’d, you are my wealth;
You are in life, my soul’s sole health!
Companion for life, my wife,
By sacred union for life.

My life could be empty always,
If not for you, sad would be days;
The Stars cannot really shine,
And all Nature cannot be fine.

My wife, you are a gem so rare;
In life, you are the face most fair;
The most precious a pearl from deep,
Much more precious than things I keep.

My caresses, you remember;
My weaknesses, you do ignore;
You love me much- Do I deserve?
And faithfully in life, you serve.

Sharing my joys, becoming coy;
Sharing my grief, withered a leaf;
And patient in my angry moods,
And cautioning me against falsehoods.

And without you, I am lust-blind;
Though I have eyes, yet light can’t find;
You tend to me when I am sick;
Majestic when quarrels I pick.

You tend well to my personal needs;
Make our children read, dress, have feeds;
If not for you, I am in trouble;
My problems then in life double.

You think of everyone’s future;
Teaching our kids, love to nurture;
Your love for me settles like dew;
Life will be boring without you.

You’re the woman ’hind my success;
Bidding me wear a newer dress;
Goading me to increase earnings;
In life, you give better meanings.

You are always my ‘better-half’!
You love me like a new-born Calf!
The words you speak, soothen my heart;
Entwined to you, I can’t depart.

You are my savior from all vice;
In life, my most useful device;
Giving me timely good advice;
Making me less foolish, more wise.

You give me love when I need most;
Without which I could be well lost;
Together Love, We will one day,
Our Maker greet and ‘Thanks’, both say.

I love to see you laugh and cry;
In those moments when you are shy;
Life can be wretched without you,
Your love for me is truly true.

Dedicated to my beloved wife Mercy

Pulling my own strings, my own way

by

Dr. John Celes

Love me for whatever, I am;
Not for what you want me to be!
Being myself is my sole aim;
This is my Life in my body!

I pull my strings the way I want;
My Life is most precious to me;
Waste it the way you want, I can’t!
I want to live my way,freely!

Know your limits! I am free-born!
I take whatev’r is good for me;
Not the things you force down my throat;
God has made me too uniquely.

To swallow or else, is my job;
A most bitter pill, if need be;
If failure greets, let me just sob;
Rob me not of my sanity.

I cannot live with unknown fears;
Fears most groundless, unreal!
All my laments, He always hears;
None dare hurt me corporeal!

There is a risk in things we do;
No matter how small or how great;
Glory today comes but to few;
God, He watches our every feat!

Fear or strength, both reside in me;
Just toss the coin of Life your way;
None can predict it correctly;
Let not your fears all hold their sway.

Walk in your Life, boldly, upright;
Troubles do come as they are rife;
Face them as they come in your sight;
You need not fear as this is LIFE.

Remove those fears most unreal;
In your own time and your own style!
In less water, can you swim well?
Ignore your fears for a short while.

Umptine Galaxies exist!
Earth is one in the Milky way!
Assert your rights; tell faults outright;
Fight it out till you have your say.

Our farewell song to P.M.C.

by

Dr. John Celes


Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee;
We are now full-fledged good Doctors!
We start to serve, the sick forev’r.

We will remember our College;
Until we reach our Life’s end-stage;
We had our days of much ordeal;
We are now all so free, we feel.

We had our tussles and fist-fights;
Happy to have just won our rights;
We had our days of rejoicings;
Entwined in love, today this song we sing.

We love our Teachers who taught us well;
To be quite patient always in Life;
And guided us in numerous ways;
Showing us all, that there are better days!

We look ahead to a future bright;
Our past was dear, sad days, despite;
We will miss this ev’rgreen campus;
And the sweet songs that, Birds sang to us.

Recreation did suffer although;
Success in life always will show;
Our stay in P.M.C. was so great;
On the whole it, was a joyful state.

We will miss P.M.C.forev’r;
Farewell to our dear Alma-mater;
We are now full-fledged good DOCTORS;
Ready to heal the sick forev’r.

Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee!
Farewell, farewell dear P.M.C.;
We will again come to see thee.
By Dr john celes
Dedicated fondly to my loving STUDENTS at IRT Perundurai Medical College & Hospital, Perundurai, tamilnadu, India.
The poem song was set to tune by me as well and sung!

Orchid Atop The Manipal Hill!

by

Dr. John Celes

Blossomed an Orchid, atop a small hill!
Amidst wild grass, shrubs and wild life that kill;
The hill-top’s plateau underwent much change,
In a short span of time, in varied range;
The landscape into a township became,
The wilderness vanished, buildings came;
Made from the hill’s laterite, rose to fame,
And etched for itself an especial name!
It was harder than the hardest known brick;
The local manpower built it up quick;
No longer did the Tigers, Leopards prowl;
Nor could you hear the Hyena’s howl!
A Citadel had sprung up on the hill;
Just one man’s missionary zeal , vision still;
Did make this amazing reality,
Happen with his unique effort, mighty;
A medical-man turned business-man!
The pioneer of the Manipal-group
Of Educational Institutions;
Who broke records with his string of ventures,
An achievement rare for an Indian.
Over-looking the Arabian sea,
Now stands the esteemed M.A.H. E.;
Where the low hill came to its end-point,
Rose in leaps and bounds, a family-joint!
From the poor man’s pittance saved,
The Syndicate Bank’s foundation was paved;
Some acres of land were purchased for use,
To house the many Institutes;
The whole venture was made self-sufficient;
By the money, the Bank wisely lent;
The hill was reclaimed from its landscape wild,
It was the great TMA Pai’s brain-child!
This ORCHID blossoms on Manipal-hill,
Of beauty and splendour, unequalled still!

A TRIBUTE TO Dr.T.M.A.PAI, FOUNDER of MAHE

SONG On: Animal Love

by

Dr. John Celes

There lived a girl called Lovina,
Whose animal-love was great;
Tall, she was and so much lean, ah!
She sang songs for a treat.

She had a sister, with whom she fought,
Right from her child-hood days!
Both were aged, a year’s diff’rence;
And so they fight-her mother says.

She did her home-work, in a short time,
Dreamt while her mother cooks!
In argument, she was so good,
And loved to read animal-books.

Once there fell down, a small Squirrel,
As she stood ‘neath a Mango-tree;
She laid it gently in a box,
The Squirrel-babe was no more free!

She fed the Squirrel, fruit and nut,
And lullabied it to a sleep;
The baby Squirrel loved her much,
Their friendship grew so deep.

She sang to it and fondled it,
And talked to it whenever free;
She kept it cosy, neat and clean;
Her holidays, went off in glee!

One day, the Squirrel fell so ill;
Perhaps, it thought of its mother!
So, you must set the Squirrel free;
Her doctor-uncle advised her.

With Squirrel ill, her heart turned sad,
Poor Lovina, could not sleep well;
For long, she kept awake and cried;
Was the Squirrel ill ‘cause it fell?

The poor girl prayed, all night and day;
She prayed to God to make it well;
And wished, she could become a fay!
Her life now seemed to look like hell!

She kissed her Squirrel, one more time;
Her Uncle let it up a tree;
The Squirrel squeaked and wagged its tail;
And jumped with joy, away, afree!

Lovina too now wept with joy;
Her pet-Squirrel seemed quite alright!
Her heart leapt like the Squirrel, Boy!
Her Uncle’s words were quite correct.

But Lovina missed her Squirrel;
She visited the Mango-tree;
She hopes to meet her pet some day,
Her friend, never turned up to see!

Ye love your God through animals!
Ye love thy sister first, then else;
Man hath a soul, animals don’t,
"Love thy neighbour,"the Poet tells!

specially dedicated to my neice Rubina, an animal-lover herself, a true incident in her life!

SONG On: Animal Love

by

Dr. John Celes

There lived a girl called Lovina,
Whose animal-love was great;
Tall, she was and so much lean, ah!
She sang songs for a treat.

She had a sister, with whom she fought,
Right from her child-hood days!
Both were aged, a year’s diff’rence;
And so they fight-her mother says.

She did her home-work, in a short time,
Dreamt while her mother cooks!
In argument, she was so good,
And loved to read animal-books.

Once there fell down, a small Squirrel,
As she stood ‘neath a Mango-tree;
She laid it gently in a box,
The Squirrel-babe was no more free!

She fed the Squirrel, fruit and nut,
And lullabied it to a sleep;
The baby Squirrel loved her much,
Their friendship grew so deep.

She sang to it and fondled it,
And talked to it whenever free;
She kept it cosy, neat and clean;
Her holidays, went off in glee!

One day, the Squirrel fell so ill;
Perhaps, it thought of its mother!
So, you must set the Squirrel free;
Her doctor-uncle advised her.

With Squirrel ill, her heart turned sad,
Poor Lovina, could not sleep well;
For long, she kept awake and cried;
Was the Squirrel ill ‘cause it fell?

The poor girl prayed, all night and day;
She prayed to God to make it well;
And wished, she could become a fay!
Her life now seemed to look like hell!

She kissed her Squirrel, one more time;
Her Uncle let it up a tree;
The Squirrel squeaked and wagged its tail;
And jumped with joy, away, afree!

Lovina too now wept with joy;
Her pet-Squirrel seemed quite alright!
Her heart leapt like the Squirrel, Boy!
Her Uncle’s words were quite correct.

But Lovina missed her Squirrel;
She visited the Mango-tree;
She hopes to meet her pet some day,
Her friend, never turned up to see!

Ye love your God through animals!
Ye love thy sister first, then else;
Man hath a soul, animals don’t,
"Love thy neighbour,"the Poet tells!

specially dedicated to my neice Rubina, an animal-lover herself, a true incident in her life!

Sonnet - Don’t Be

by

Dr. John Celes

Don't be the fallen leaves, so young and green;
Don't be the buds that never can flower;
Don't be the twigs that always remain lean;
Don't be the flow'rs that dropp with each shower.

Don't be the branches growing very long;
Don't be the tree that never blooms at all;
Don’t be the nests that disallow Bird-song;
Don't be the fruits that hit the Earth by Fall.

Don't be the trunk hollowed by Birds, white-Ants;
Don't be the crown that can't get Sun or Rain;
Don't be the tree that grows not straight but slants;
Don't be the roots that prop the tree in vain.

Don't be the tree that grows on marshy-land;
Just be a tree secure in Maker's Hand.

Sonnet - Amidst

by

Dr. John Celes

Amidst pitch -black darkness, God shows a light;
Amidst a Forest thick, He shows a way;
Amidst black clouds, He brings a moonlit night;
Amidst sorrows, God gives a happy day.

Amidst the desert, Oasis God shows;
Amidst the stormy Sea, He brings calm;
Amidst much strife, He opens newer doors;
Amidst much hopelessness, a helping palm.

Amidst tempest, God shows a bright light-house;
Amidst the glaciers, much sought-after peak;
Amidst our solitude, He gives a spouse;
Amidst the ravines deep, the lost lamb meek.

Amidst the chaos, God ushers new hope,
Amidst the gloom, He gives the church a Pope.

Terrorists, Let sense prevail!

by

Dr. John Celes

Seven heads were spared by Terrorists;
Seven families wept tears of joy;
Seven wives didn’t turn widows o’er-night;
Kindness dwelled in hearts that knew not love!

Nations heaved a sigh of great relief;
Homes were filled with joy that knew not bounds;
Ransom paid was worth the deal thus struck;
World saw terrorists’ kindness for once!

Why take the precious lives of innocents?
Why use the common man as human-shield?
Why wage a war with people on the streets?
None blame the terrorists for acts if sane.

The cries of butchered lives, God surely hears;
The murders foul usher His Rod divine;
The blood unfairly shed supports no cause;
All heinous crimes will meet a hellish end.

No God will brook His anger without end;
His curse will fall upon the evil souls;
The Good Shepherd will use His Staff robust,
And send all Satanic souls soon to hell.

Sonnet- Perpetually discontent is Man

by

Dr. John Celes

May be, Man ate all luscious fruits on earth,
His taste-buds but are never satisfied;
May be, he had all fragrance sweet by breath,
And yet, his nose always doth feel denied.

May be, Man had the sex for which he craved,
Perversions too that may have come his way;
May be, in life much troubles he had braved,
But when comes joy too much, He's sad that day!

May be, he saw all things his heart desired,
And ate food fine and drank the wine, earth's best,
And till the day, he ought to be pyred,
His earthly wants, cannot be put to rest.
Fie man, Who canst appease thy cancerous want?
Fulfill no one ev'r canst, Even God can't.

Sonnet- Poetry Is My Armor

by

Dr. John Celes

Give me Hemlock but it cannot kill me;
No Scorpion-sting can do it ev'r either;
No evil force can compel me to die;
No venomous Snake bites to death, brother.

No evil plans can fructify ’gainst me;
No nexus can attempt to decimate;
No wicked plots can me ev’r crucify;
No man on earth decides my earthly fate.

The Antidote to poisons is with me!
The solace, balm, I have for wounds of heart;
No ghost can dare to be with me, scary;
My Poetry can always them outsmart.
The gift of Wings that God had donned me with
Is growing stronger, day by day in strength.

Sonnet- Poetry's My Unique Defence

by

Dr. John Celes

My closest ‘friend’ had 'stabbed' me in my back!
Not once or twice or thrice but many times;
What sufferings, he caused by his attack!
The bell of God's punishment for him chimes!

Another senior faculty too had,
Me stabbed, several times yet from in the front;
A selfish-man, smooth-tongued and money-mad,
A nickel of his own to spend, he won't.

And many stab me in the sides so oft;
My honesty unites them all as one;
The wounds they deliver appear quite soft;
The things they did against me was for 'fun'!
But then, I used my 'Poetry-missile'!
Their minds got boggled, unmatched for my style.

Sonnet- Prepare Thy Heart for God

by

Dr. John Celes

Latch your heart's door 'fore Sin's burglar breaks in;
Keep windows open for God's grace- Sunshine;
Take cob-webs off and clean room-dust of sin;
Set the table neat for the Lord to dine.

Wash the floor, removing stains of misdeeds;
Plug the wall's cracks and paint them with good thoughts;
Fill the vase with flowers and Christ's bruised reeds;
The Lord will change to wine, water in pots.

Let fragrant air of atonement breeze through;
Switch on the lights of wisdom that God gives;
Let darkness eternal of sin not woo;
For heart renewed is house wherein Lord lives!

And fortify the walls with fortitude;
And heed His Calls in prayerful solitude.

Sonnet- Preserve Thy Soul, O Man

by

Dr. John Celes

Protect 0 Man, thy soul from earthly stains;
God's breath of life is immortal in form;
Death takes it across supernatural lanes,
Untouched by the Satanic Tempter- Worm.

Preserve its divine nature without fail;
Released by Death, it should unite with God;
And live forever, Divine One to hail;
Alas, if sinful, goes to Hell by rod.

Let body' needs not tarnish soul's image;
Let sinful thoughts not weaken its nature;
Let it accrue grace, turning man to sage;
Let the ‘sheep’ graze then, the divine pasture.

Our soul is eternal, ethereal;
Our body, mind are just ephemeral.

Sonnet- Relations these days

by

Dr. John Celes

All human beings, blood-related are;
Some cousins, siblings who had lived together;
But time kept them apart; their teeth they bare;
They flock with but a different feather.

How selfishness has invaded their hearts!
And pride all false has crown'd their heads like gall!
How hatred has replaced their love like darts!
As strangers do, on each other they call.

Each one has gone into a shell his own,
Snail-like; predator waits, it is a bird;
Perhaps, when death occurs, they meet in town,
Their past anger alive and unrepaired.
What is the use of relations these days?
Without happiness, each other they face.

Sonnet- Science and Poetry

by

Dr. John Celes

When Science has made some men to walk on Moon,
A probe to Mars that brings samples of soil;
When Satellites predict the weather soon,
Man's achievements, occurs in fields by toil.

With success, man has mapped almost all Genes,
And shifts mountains to dam any River;
Constructing anything thro' compu-means,
Why should he walk with bow, arrows, quiver?

What is the use of Greek mythology now?
Science-fictions most are all reality.
To God's creation, men all must sure bow;
In accordance must be my Poetry.
A man of Science flies high today with wings,
Spirit over bodies shall now be Kings.

Sonnet- Separation

by

Dr. John Celes

When you are born, you separate from womb;
Separate from world to get to the tomb!
Some separations come on at each stage;
Quite natural ’tis and that’s the great message.

From married daughter, you must separate;
If your son leaves too, never mind the date;
If leader dies, can you then reinstate?
Separations come to all and that’s fate!

The flower separates from parent plant;
Your prayer too separates when you chant;
Soul separates from its earthly body,
In order to attain Eternity.

So, Separations are a phase of life,
Just as you divorce from your ‘belov’d wife’!

Sonnet- September 11

by

Dr. John Celes

Four giant ‘birds’ had fallen from the skies!
Not on their own but piloted by men;
All suicide-bombers of unknown ties,
To raze down skyscrapers that touched heaven!

The hijacked planes with passengers and crew,
Swooped down into the buildings one by one;
Some thousands died but saved were just a few;
Hijackers died with their missions ‘well done’!

What fanatic, bedeviled men has earth!
What dastardly and heinous crimes, they had done!
A mighty nation lost its mighty mirth;
Billowing smoke had hidden Moon and Sun!

Can we forgive these men for their mad act?
The world demand’s just blood for blood- the fact.

Sonnet- Sonnet Needs Rhymes

by

Dr. John Celes

Can you a Sonnet write without its rhyme?
Now people want the modern verse that's free;
As ideas get stuck and cramped with time,
A Sonnet's like leafless branches of tree!

A Sonnet's great for men who rhyme too well;
Its beauty lives in metre, rhythm, rhyme;
Yet, it can never run into 'pel-mel';
The sonneteer can write in any clime.

Why abhor rhymes and not a Sonnet write?
Each genre has its rules to comply with;
Why sleep all day and stay awake all night?
Rhyme-play is done by Kindergarden kith!

Why ridicule something you can't do well,
Much things are done by practice, Sonnets tell.

Sonnet- Stark Reality

by

Dr. John Celes

The garbage-dump, it serves as a cradle!
The female child is left here by the Eves;
Along with dogs, they search ’midst plantain leaves;
The beggar too comes here for his morsel!

The poor children, they search amongst garbage;
With bodies bare and sacks on their shoulders;
They beg too, in the street’s- no one bothers;
The plastic, iron, to sell they manage.

They work in risky jobs for a penny;
And go from pillar to post so many;
Beaten and abused and turned delinquents,
By drunken fathers, their cries, the air rents.

This is the stark reality today!
And children’s lives have not changed anyway.

Sonnet- State Of Today’s Man

by

Dr. John Celes

No Man is happy being what he is;
No Man is satisfied with what he has;
No Man has soul ready for Maker's Bliss;
No Man hard-works, his life on earth to pass.

All men keep searching still for things unknown;
All Men all life keep wanting something more;
All men are certain, nothing they can own;
All men try opening yet, a newer door.

What Man invents brings lesser good than thought;
What man finds new is something old, resought;
What man purchases is already bought;
What man doesn’t is to think again somewhat.
And strangely, Man keeps asking where God is?
He knows too well that Science is not his Bliss.

Sonnet- STOP SMOKING, could you please?

by

Dr. John Celes

Oh listen Sir, Oh listen please, will you?
"Cigarette smoke is injurious to health",
And in the stages last what can you do?
Life pathetic turns, despite all your wealth.

Enough’s is enough, please draw the line, will you?
Give up your smoking habit, Now, today!
In life, there are much better things to do;
I plead to you to follow what I say.

All men on earth are imperfect, may be;
Our body, God gave us is so sacred;
It is not late to cease smoking- Be free;
Beware the Killer can pronounce one DEAD.

Oh listen Sir, cease smoking now, TODAY!
This is my Warning, Please and how I cay.

Sonnet- Success Will Come

by

Dr. John Celes

Don't lose your heart if failures come with ease;
Build up courage and try again-succeed;
Let failures not disturb your mental peace;
Delayed if mirth is sure to well exceed.

Rewards may come to some in ways unknown;
Rewards may miss the truly talented;
Rewards may make a person sometimes clown;
All flowers aren't born to be well-scented.

Though failures come, our duty we must do;
Let Nature take its time and course it must;
Results could be very untoward too;
Our human eyes cannot avoid road-dust.

The patient man will soon succeed in life;
But one knows not, how long can last one's strife.

Sonnet- Take Risks In Life

by

Dr. John Celes

When Dame Luck smiles and you don't welcome her,
And little risks in Life, you fail to take;
When chances come, you fail to much bother;
To higher rungs in Life, you can't then make.

For, Life is full of risks we learn to take;
Sometimes our decisions are incorrect;
With time, we know the genuine from the fake;
Sometimes, we must be bold tho' imperfect.

At anytime, we must know fully well,
Our strengths and weaknesses and our talents;
Delaying things should not turn one's life hell;
Let lucky doors, windows vent labour -tents.

So, take what chances Life seems to offer;
And turn Dame Luck's broad smile into laughter.

Sonnet- Talents

by

Dr. John Celes

Talent is something that none can erase;
It is always a God-given rich gift;
If you can nurture and become an ace,
None can prevent God's impending huge lift.

Talent is something that's hidden in you;
Within you search and 'twill come out quite true;
God rewards this way for righteousness too,
Never to many but to people few.

Talent is something all must bring it out,
To show the world that God is pleased with us;
It is God's blessing, without any doubt;
Then labour and nurture without great fuss.
Talent if nurtured, gives us happiness;
'Tis not something to keep in much harness.

Sonnet- The Aging World

by

Dr. John Celes

Our earth is going bald, losing its trees!
The people turning greyer as years pass;
Tornadoes come often; there is no breeze!
The old citizens forming larger mass.

Just as in politics, older men thrive!
Despite brain-atrophy, they think a lot;
Eccentric demeanor keeps them alive;
As some have turned into a mere zealot.

The world employs old men, paying them less,
And tries to suppress younger men, women;
The aged look better off nevertheless!
I wonder if the same is in Heaven.

And Geriatrics is much sought a field;
The world is bothered not about to its yield.

Sonnet- The Bedeviled World

by

Dr. John Celes

How people change their principles so oft!
How Wolves in sheepskin dressed can kill the flock!
How stooping low can many persons loft!
To crow these days, forgotten has the Cock!

How people speak unnaturally for gain!
How decibels turn soft to achieve things!
How people form a nexus and can feign!
How righteous souls are given just Bee-stings!

The present world just suits the wily lot;
They enjoy life until comes their downfall;
The honest lot is given the back-slot!
How much on swampy ground can bounce a ball?

The present world favors the corrupt folk;
But Egg must have both albumin and yolk!

Sonnet- The Condom

by

Dr. John Celes

Thanks to the latex-sheath that man has made!
His sex remains safer, quite natural;
But human STD’s can never fade;
Condoms are messy, costly and mural.

Through circumcision, man removes ‘fore-skin’!
And mutilates the female genitals!
And machines vend condoms to kith and kin;
As though it can protect all guys and gals.

Is not the condom unphysiological?
And youngsters blow it up like a balloon!
Who cares if it gives way, illogical?
Man says ’tis not a bane; it is a boon.

The latex sheath has helped adultery;
And keeps the fleshy trade going merry!

Sonnet- The Devils Join Forces

by

Dr. John Celes

A bunch of Snakes engage one poor Mongoose!
A pack of Wolves are after just one Sheep!
There is no fairness in the game they choose;
Their hearts are filled with ill-will, that too deep.

They attack now in concerted, a way,
Forgetting their diff’rences for a while;
Perhaps, they yearn for awaited 'hey-day’,
They scan each letter in my personal file.

They have to search the dictionary so oft!
They pool their worldly wisdoms to hatch-plot;
The words of John Celes flow from his heart!
God gives him great courage to do his part.

The risk is high but God is Poet's Friend;
All know that Truth will triumph in the end.

Sonnet- The Devils Never Stop

by

Dr. John Celes

Just when I feel a bit relieved at heart,
The thought to commit sin arises fast,
Assuring me of speedy joy as part,
A sense of achievement, more than in past.

Just when God has given some peace of mind;
The devils start to trouble me again;
Can I be ungrateful to God who’s kind?
To fight devils I need His grace like Rain.

The war with devils perhaps, starts from birth;
But Man must live as per his conscience;
And such is life for man on planet Earth;
And in these realms pow'rless are man and Science.
Man's soul must stay afree from all evils;
And Prayer is the weapon ’gainst devils.

Sonnet- The Doctor Is Human Too

by

Dr. John Celes

The man who heals has not a heart of stone;
From bricks and mortar, his body isn’t made;
Like you, he is as much flesh, blood and bone,
And suffers from much stress and is ill paid.

Sometimes, his best of knowledge can’t help him;
His decisions are fraught with blunders too;
He wages battles to save lives so grim;
When life has left body, what can he do?

He faces many ethical questions;
Sometimes, things go awry, unexpected;
Don’t blame him squarely for all kinds of sins;
He’s a public figure respected.

The doctor helps, God is the one who heals!
The patient’s fate, God is the one who seals.

Sonnet- The Elderly

by

Dr. John Celes

Show consideration for an aged man;
Show courtesy to elderly persons;
Inhuman ways to human lives, you ban;
To do a thing, have sufficient reasons.

Their frame is frail and mind is filled with fear;
Assault of any kind, they cannot bear;
They can’t see well or sleep or even hear;
The elderly need special love and care.

Their growing age is their sweet punishment;
They flex with age and become like a child;
Their Will-power is their great armament;
Their days are numbered- why should we turn wild?

Let’s look after the elderly with pride!
Their words are wise and let’s therefore abide.

Sonnet- The Farmer

by

Dr. John Celes

Despite all progress, Science has made today,
The Indian farmers tills the field old style;
And threshes sheaves to sort the grain from hay;
Returning late with bullocks, walking miles!

The scorching Sun can’t tan his skin much more;
The pouring rain destroys the crops, he raised;
The mighty winds can’t make his eyes more sore;
By end of day, he looks tired and dazed.

The rodents, birds play havoc in his field;
The insects eat the sprouting grain and leaves;
The manure-costs affects his yearly yield;
And all he makes is thinner, smaller sheaves.

And middle-men ruin the sum he makes;
He feeds others but keeps just cow-dung cakes!

Sonnet: Go By God’s Will

by

Dr. John Celes

The way God plans is best for everyone,
Most ideal in earthly circumstances;
Better to accept God’s Will and not shun;
Better one follows His cosmic dances.

But man believes in his own decisions,
And so things never happen as he wants;
They can go wrong like surgeon’s incisions;
Will men then praise the industrious ants?

God just allows some things to go amiss,
But this is done in everyone’s interest;
And in the end, He gives the needed Bliss;
God’s ways of thinking are ideal and best.

God’s point of view is earthly and divine!
A wise man makes decisions that shine.

Sonnet: God

by

Dr. John Celes

God is our Father to fatherless ones;
God is a Sibling, Friend and guiding Light;
God is our Mother to motherless sons;
God is our Lover on a moonless night.

God is a compass that can never fail;
God is our strength of life on earth to all;
God is our hope that will always prevail;
God is our succor who is prompt to call.

Yes, God has blessed you immensely, mind you,
In such short time, you cannot imagine;
Remember this and turn a leaf anew,
And steer life’s ship to a port sans sin.

Our flesh’s wants, we must learn to subdue;
God has blest you, pray He should continue!

SONNET: GOD SHOW ME MY WAY

by

Dr. John Celes

Why should I tow the other people’s lines?
I have my own good principles to keep;
Why should I take to their exotic wines?
According to one’s deeds, each one must reap!

Why should I argue uselessly o’er things?
I must keep doing things all my way;
O let me take the good or bad life brings;
When I’m finished, let me call it a day.

Why should I copy other people’s ways?
O let me do all things in my own style;
And who knows, who lives, for how many days?
Let me never keep pending any file.

‘Tis God who judges every soul on Earth;
He only knows the reasons for each birth!

Sonnet: God Abhors Evil

by

Dr. John Celes

Why do you worry of the morrow, man?
God does all things and truth can never fail;
Let evil-doers howsoever plan;
They cannot climb but fall into the dale.

The wicked get ensnared in their own snares;
The rope that’s long God-given is then cut;
And when their downfall comes, none feels nor cares;
There is a tensile strength in any gut!

The ways of God are strange but very sure;
He fields the righteous men who never die;
The evil minds are diseased, without cure,
And die a death suddenly, like a fly!

If you can’t fight an evil brain, don’t cry!
But God will do it surely; you just try.

Sonnet: God Allows Afflictions

by

Dr. John Celes

Afflictions come sometimes because of God,
Who wants to make ripples in our soul’s life;
And test our faithfulness to His mouth’s words,
And therefore, He gives us some kind of strife.

If sufferings keep endlessly coming,
God wants us improve our soul’s earthly state;
So, He delays giving His grace/ blessing,
As much as He can to a later date.

But God’s aware of every Goodman’s plight;
He watches every second, his foot/step;
Repent for sins and make your soul aright;
And God will soon give you the needed ‘pep’.

Nothing is big for the Almighty God;
He thinks a lot before He gives His rod.

Sonnet: God Allows Changes

by

Dr. John Celes

Whatever things had happened on this day,
Could they herald a newer dawn of change?
For good of every man in every way!
Or they predict onset of evils strange?

What changes come in hectic speed and range,
How can adapt all men to their effects?
In subtler ways in world if things do change,
There is good time to correct ill-effects.

All quote the laws but seldom obey them,
All want rewards without efforts or toil;
All throw granite but want to keep back gems,
All want to climb in life, yet others foil.

But prayers alter any equation,
For God decides the fate of men/nation.

Sonnet: God Allows Devils Their Fill!

by

Dr. John Celes

The drum-stick tree has many hanging fruits;
Some small, some big; some grown to massive size
The tree I thought would die has solid roots!
The lengthy fruits appear to eyes so nice.

A swarm of beetles, moths and butterflies,
Sit on the fruits to suck the sap freely;
The fruits keep drying despite their huge size!
And one by one, they meet their deaths early.

The world of human beings is likewise!
It puts to death innocent lives so oft;
Are virtues surpassed in this world by vice?
Is God to evil-doers being soft?

God gives the ‘devils’ too their food and drink!
For only then, most people get their wink!

Sonnet: God Be With Me

by

Dr. John Celes

Let any problems seek me God but I
Just want to be loyal to your scepter!
For you’re the only one Lord, Almighty;
The Satanic-evil forces hater.

O let my life beset be with travails;
Sometimes, you do allow them for my good;
It is well known that Truth and God prevails!
Tho’ nipp’d I may be in the state of bud.

Nevertheless, You are the one true Friend,
Who will help me someday surely, I know,
And guide me to a fitting earthly end,
To Providence and Heaven, help me bow

How can I ever miss the place you’ve made
For Righteous souls, after from earth, they fate.

Sonnet: God Can’t Be Duped

by

Dr. John Celes

Although I laugh within my heart, I cry;
Although I smile within myself, I’m sad;
Although I sin, avoiding it I try;
Although I’m sound, sometimes I feel, I’m mad.

Some actors make expressions of all kind;
Some wear a mask to dupe the beholder;
The face for all is mirror of the mind,
Becoming wrinkled, mask-like when older.

How long can you thus cheat the world this way?
Experienced men discern the false from true;
Such tricks cannot protect you every day;
There are so many ways to get a cue!

Yet, none can dupe the Maker of your heart!
He knows too well, all creatures and their art.

Sonnet: God Decides Our Earthly-life

by

Dr. John Celes

I sought a dollar, got a penny just;
I sought a penny, found dollar instead;
I sought a lover, got a load of lust;
I sought but lust yet, got a soul to wed.

The things we seek, don't happen in our time;
The things we search are found neither our way;
The things we see, we cannot always mime;
The things we want, we get some other day.

Man's labour long and plans evade fruition;
God's blessings come just like a waterfall;
The ways of God defies any diction;
He cares for all creatures mighty and small.

Our patience gives us success or defeat,
A man who's blest can walk life-time bare-feet.

Who are Terrorists?

by

Dr. John Celes

What kind of men could terrorists be?
-Who maim and kill for reasons weird;
-Who herd the weakest to Death’s jaws;
-Who do crimes heinous, insane acts;
All in the name of God!

What kind of men could terrorists be?
-Who abduct men at point of guns;
-Who behead them / shoot them point-blank;
-Who spare not e’en the kids who sleep;
All in the name of God!

What kind of men could terrorists be?
-Who rape and loot and destroy things;
-Who love to see human blood spilled;
-Who commit suicide if caught;
All in the name of God!

What kind of men could terrorists be?
-Who throw grenades and bomb places;
-Who spare not worshipping -houses;
-Who knife women with babes in wombs;
All in the name of God!

What kind of men could terrorists be?
-Who harm children even at schools;
-Who make the world much insecure;
-Who vow to loosen hell on earth;
All in the name of God!

Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb

by

Dr. John Celes

Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, frisking along;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, bleating a song;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, wearing fur-coat,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, looking so bright!

Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, eating green grass,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, let me first pass,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, grazing so nice,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, what a surprise!

One of my first Children's Rhymes

Sonnet; Whither civilisation today?

by

Dr. John Celes

A pick-pocket gets stripp'd, beaten by mob;
A child-lifter is lynch'd in broad-daylight;
When man's alone, people are keen to rob;
For anything, everything, people fight.

A bus gets stopp'd and some men's throat's are slit;
A driver's killed; the car's driven away;
A wife is dowsed by her husband and lit;
More and more people are becoming gay.

Who knows if 'tis consented sex or rape?
Who does not possess perversions of sex?
The West has problems; let not the East ape;
Our modern life is stressful and can vex.

Today, 'tis hard to live with sanity,
Our earth's just one stop to Eternity.

Sonnet: Which is easier?

by

Dr. John Celes

Which is easier, to shave off your face-hair
Or to maintain a long and flowing beard?
Which is easier, to cycle like a hare,
Or to trudge your way uphill with the herd?

Which is easier, to float the logs downstream,
Or to tusk them one by one to the mill?
Which is easier, to shoot lion in dream,
Or to fight it in its den and to kil1?

Which is easier, to break a whole mountain,
Or to make it crumble into small stones?
Which is easier, to set a lit fountain,
Or to produce a grave of human bones?
Unnatural things are quite easy to do,
Natural ones sometimes, impossible too.

Sonnet: What do we do?

by

Dr. John Celes

Oh, should I take such risks or play it safe?
I wonder whether things are worth their risk!
There is both love and murder in a cafe;
Even the Chief-guest, you may need to frisk!

Alas! nothing is guaranteed these days;
There is much wealth in rubbish/garbage too;
To become wealthy, people devise ways;
Conscientious duty, most men fail to do.

Nevertheless, people go for short-cuts;
Most men are impatient in things they do;
There are skyscrapers, in the midst of huts!
Life's problems come to rich and poor men too.

A balanced mind is what we need these days;
To keep soul pure, we don't have umptine ways.

Sonnet: What death is great?

by

Dr. John Celes

People who die a Martyr's death are great!
Some people die in wars, fighting their foes;
Some people die for no reason but fate!
Some die all life-time, suffering death-throes!

And some get killed by evil men's designs;
And some die foolishly, by grave mistake;
Some die by road-disasters and in mines!
Some die by poison-taking of own make.

What kind of death is greatest in God's eyes?
The man who dies for sake of God on earth!
The man who dies for cause of Truth and wise!
The man who dies for sake of Heaven's mirth!

Thus, Peter died a cruel death for God,
receiving keys of Heaven as reward!

Valentine’s day

by

Dr. John Celes

Valentine’s Day of nineteen ninety nine;
‘Twas the forty-second birthday of mine!
A day, I cannot forget in my life!
My first book of poems published ’midst strife.

Eight months’ poetic work came to lime-light!
My Pen’s struggle got covered with delight;
It started like India’s Pokhran Blast!
And ended with a fine finish at last.

I have joined the band of Poets today!
A proud Indian Poet, I should say;
Stunning array of poems, I display;
My heart pounds with music and is gay.

Just a sample of my poetic skill,
Like a bolt from the Firmament, it fell;
To my airy lute, loud tolls the Church bell;
Every literary heart is full of thrill.

A turning point in my career, perhaps;
Stimulating my right Brain’s many gaps;
This God-given Talent, I better use;
In me, the world will see a mighty Muse!

The happiest day in my life, I feel;
My yester-years’ woes are put under seal;
My Poesy had got off to a fine start;
I’ve got to toil hard for my poet’s art.

TO MY FRIEND

by

Dr. John Celes

I can’t change you but I will try;
You are my friend and you know why;
If wise, you must certainly cry!
With remorse, atone for a while.

Good men suffer for venial sins;
Here on Earth, not in hellish kilns;
Tongue has no bones; words must not mince;
A true water-fish has some fins.

Pleasures are not always the same;
Our emotions must become tame;
To enjoy joys, sorrows must call!
Life’s ups and downs, happen to all.

Born in this world, improve thine soul;
Prepare for the next Life- our goal;
A mansion-life, isn’t saintly one!
Bend, thou must ‘fore you arise, son.

Time is for good use, if you can;
Unused, forever ‘tis gone, Man;
Peace of mind, good health and some wealth,
Achieve them hard-work and by stealth.

dedicated to 'my best friend'!

Though Pot I am, I am Thine Pot!

by

Dr. John Celes

Potter, Potter, making clay-pot!
Did you make me misshap’n somewhat?
Was it perhaps done on purpose?
Should I blame myself for my cross?

Perhaps, I was untimely born,
Or made in haste, Thine shop adorn!
May be Thine mood was not that good,
When Thou made me out of mere clod!

Perhaps, the mix was rather wrong,
Or else Thou sang a sadder song!
Perhaps, water salty was used;
And so I crack’d a bit when baked!

May be, I wasn’t well baked at all;
Or baked too much: suff’red a fall!
Perhaps, the hearth was not quite hot;
Perhaps, it was my own dear fault.

How do I serve Thee still? I muse;
Though handicapped, could Thou me use?
Could Thou recast my misshap’n form,
So that I can most well perform?

Could thou alter my bizarre look,
Before people think I’m a spook?
Or will I be trampled by men,
Even before I say, ‘Amen! ’

Whatev’r my fate turns out to be,
Let me serve Thee most happily!
May be, I can’t be thine pot sought;
Though pot I am, I am Thine pot!
Though pot I am, I am Thine pot!

Fondly dedicated to Madam JOYCE MEYER of the'Life in the Word'

Think Anew

by

Dr. John Celes

Just little drops of water,
make the mighty ocean!
And little acts of kindness,
puts aggrieved heart in motion!
Just words of kind enquiry,
makes persons feel happy!
And help in times of distress,
can anyone most impress!

Just acts of some charity,
brings back smiles to faces!
And gestures of affection,
can win all the races!
Thoughts for fellow-beings,
bring amity 'midst nations;
A heart and mind thats divine,
is much more than Sun-shine!

Mitigating sufferings,
makes God our friend forev'r!
And showing road to Heaven,
is an art most clever!

Things seem to be better?

by

Dr. John Celes

It seems, the tempest in my life's over;
The thunderstorm has finally quite ceased;
The country-side now wears a green cover;
My poetic toil has my heart almost pleased.

The weather has turned out to be pleasant;
The Rain does come but never with fury;
I've learnt in life to be more tolerant;
Let me for sometime, the hatchet bury.

But once again, my heart's fill’d with sadness!
Can I ever reform this wretch’d world?
Redeem the innocent from its madness
And in younger hearts, a new hope herald?
I must not give up God, ’tis too early,
With Thee for Friend, success will come surely.

Sonnet: The world around

by

Dr. John Celes

The honest men are much denigrated;
The insincere are brought up to the fore;
The nexus is so well integrated,
And works dishonestly at every door.

They want the ones who act deaf, dumb and blind,
And serve a rubber-stamp to their designs;
If I collude, they will to me be kind,
But I'm a Master of symptoms and signs.

Oh what a wretched world, they have it made?
And loot the sick, downtrodden and the poor;
I curse them all; their sins will never fade,
Unless repent they at the Maker's door.
Freedom we got but still free we are not,
Is this our country's poor brethren's sad lot?

Sonnet: The way of the world

by

Dr. John Celes

The easy routes; short-cut methods, unfair!
Influences form their predominant link;
Their lungs love breathing for life-time foul air;
This is the way of the world- most men think.

Most men with bad demeanour, seem to thrive;
Some men who do misdeeds, keep living long;
And men with evil doings, stay alive;
So, people don't hesitate to do wrong.

The day soon comes when God punishes men,
Who always ignored His basic tenets;
Some evil men are sent to Lion's den;
Some land in penury; prisons and debts.

Alas! 'Tis late to undo one's past sins!
The Righteous, hard-working man always wins!

The Rabbit

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Dr. John Celes

On a day not sunny,
Out there popped a Bunny,
From its burrow nearby;
The Eve was utmost tranquil,
The rain had just then stopp’d by,
The air had a muddy smell!
A Rabbit on both hind-legs,
Stood up with high fore-legs,
Balanced, sniffed the air near-by!
Finding the Turnips sprouted,
It leapt with joy and jumped up,
Nibbled them with awe-some pride!
Its fleece was white as snow-white,
Making noise off its large nose,
It darted off as in a ballet-show!
Bumble Bees some buzzed around,
Butterflies too flew around,
The twee Bunny scampered home.

The King’s Beard

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Dr. John Celes

There lived a king with beard so long
And scalp with scarcely hair!
He used a comb and sang a song
And groomed it with great care.

The king was proud of his long beard
That made him look so wise!
The queen, his wife knew he looked weird
And cursed him for its size!

The queen was therefore always sad;
His lip got hid by hair!
But one day, she was rather glad;
She told him, she couldn’t bear!

One day, the king slept while he read
A book that was folklore!
He had a dream asleep in bed;
"His beard had grown some more! "

A burning candle-stick fell down
And lit the curtain-blind;
His beard had caught the fire sown!
The king was off his mind!

His nose smelt smoke: he woke in fright;
His beard was all aflame!
He shaved the stubs of hair by night
And took on him all blame!

The next day when the people saw
The king, they couldn’t believe
Their eyes and gazed at him with awe!
"Could eyes of dawn deceive?"

The Human Mouth

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Dr. John Celes

The human mouth is great,
When sacred be the words,
That issue forth from heart,
To change a man’s sad fate!

But, none really know,
What uncouth words come out;
Unpredictable’s the mouth,
Of evil men/ women.

The scene determines words!
And words can do magic;
The face may lag behind,
The uttered words, sometimes.

Yet, words may do damage,
That ne’er can be undone;
Then, seal your lips and see,
Much harm can elude us!

The Drought

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Dr. John Celes

A tired farmer looks upon the skies,
His longing eyes searching for signs of rain!
He’s standing ’midst a field of with’ring crops;
His hard work could end up again in vain.
The drought this year has been the worst of all;
The wells are dry; bore-wells need more deep’ning;
The ignominy’s unable to bear;
His sullen frame is moving like a snail!
While Mother Earth’s parched lips beg to be quenched,
The air is sultry and the sun scorching;
No cloud is seen that bears some hope of rain;
It seems he’s speaking from within his heart!
Though weather-forecasts kept exploding myths,
More greedy middle-men were cheating them;
The farmers had to subsist on field-rats!
What only could appease the Rain-Gods’ wrath?

The Rain(1)

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Dr. John Celes

I thought the Rain had stopped awhile;
I walk’d the balcony floor in style!
Quivered, the Rain fell on my back;
Noisy Birds on trees, did I track.
I walk’d a bit despite the Rain;
Enraptured by the songs in train;
They seemed to ask one another;
Why wet our plumes and our feather?
The Rain stopp’d as though their prayer,
Was heard by Heaven in answer;
The noisy chirp died to a lull;
As if the Birds thanked God in full;
Maker, He cares for creatures all;
Pays heed to the least of their call.

Talents

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Dr. John Celes

Lucky am I, a well-talented youth;
Umptine talents I possessed- is the truth!
Talents, God has given to all of us;
He decides to defer or allow use.

Some have talents many; some few; some none;
Nurture them, we must whenever we can;
Develop them, ’tis our sacred duty;
Some are ignorant of inner beauty,

Which lies hidden, seek opportunity;
To express; remain not with vanity;
In one’s life; To remain in a shackle!
Let not frustration be thine obstacle.

Just as the male deer knows not its own musk;
Murmur we must not, take desired risk;
Await thy golden time, God gives some day;
Render justice to thine talents some way!

Stars, Stars, Stars

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Dr. John Celes

They twinkle, twinkle since birth for years,
Or vanish in strange ways, I’ve fears;
In countless numbers in clear blue Sky,
Fixed in this firmament, down they pry!

They appear one by one as you try,
Staring with intent, gazing at Sky;
The more you look, their numbers doth swell,
Beaming white light while simmering still.

Some gorgeously large as Morning-Star!
One can’t say how far away they are;
Stars laminate the Sky around the Moon;
By the light of Dawn, they are gone!

Some are light-years away from the Earth!
When seen by telescope, there ain’t dearth;
Stars conglomerate to form Galaxies;
The Sun is just one of these starry seas!

A Star-full Sky in azure back-ground;
What a treat to the eyes from the world!
A starless Sky hath not much beauty;
And laments with rain all o’er the Earth.

Why didst the Creator put them above?
Mute witness to His great work, behove;
Perhaps, they’ve this duty till Doomsday,
And hurtle down to destroy the world!

St. MOTHER TERESA

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Dr. John Celes

She’s born in Skopje, in Yugoslavia;
And came to Kolkata to be a nun;
She chose to serve Jesus, through her brethren;
Most admirably, the world, she could stun!
She chose the poorest folks, the world did shun;
The diseased, dying, orphaned, downtrodden;
And turned her life to a phenomenon;
All life, she’s busy, always on the run;
Like a goods-train, pulling a wearied ton;
There was no turning back; Life was no fun!
And rose to be the ‘world famous woman’;
Her heart was full of love, her main weapon;
That caused the hearts of millions, so stubborn;
To turn towards God, in life, once again;
To feel loved, cared for and their souls reborn;
To realize the truth why one is born;
To feel the world is not yet so forlorn;
To live in dignity, see one more dawn;
To sleep soundly, well-fed, until the morn;
To heal their minds and body-parts, some torn;
To die peacefully and Heaven adorn.

Most affectionately dedicated to Saint Mother Teresa

St. Mother Teresa (2)

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Dr. John Celes

How could the world ignore the poor in streets?
How could the world neglect the souls sans sheets?
How could the world revel in happy meets?
How could the world deny the suffering, sweets?

How could one live in affluence when most,
In poverty and misery, lives spent?
How could one live in skyscrapers and rent,
The shelterless and starved souls, the pavement?

How could one serve the Creator unseen,
By being stingy, cruel, selfish and mean?
How could one walk unmindful of the scene,
When neighbors looked famished, ravished and lean?

How can you hate your neighbor and love God?
How can you sin and yet escape God’s rod?
The world is not as good as it was made;
The good we do nevertheless can’t fade.

In deep waters, no one can ever wade;
To love your neighbor as yourself, God bade;
Mother Teresa listened to God’s call;
Maybe, life was to her like bitter gall!
But, Jesus would lift her when she did fall.

The dying souls needed at least a pall!
She hadn’t the money to buy from a stall;
Her ambition to serve the poor was tall!
The future looked gloomy and like a wall!

She prayed to God to give her all the grace;
She wore a smile and showed a pleasant face;
While Kolkata served as her Indian base.
She had the world at large, all in her gaze!

And she would come out of this virtual maze;
And she would turn on to a running pace!
She saw through all the mist and fog and haze.
God helped her to finish in style, her race!

Her message read, "Love God through fellowmen."
The world can be better if not Heaven!
The world could be made for all more even
By her Missionaries of Charity’s-haven!

Dedicated to Mother Teresa and her Missionaries of Charity

Sonnet-With Patience More

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Dr. John Celes

With patience more, most things will turn aright;
The sea becalmed, the Wind will breeze again;
The Moon and Stars will fill the Sky at night;
The Sun will shine; The clouds will bring the Rain.

With patience more, the liars will be booked;
The traitors will be caught red-handed soon;
The disguised ones will sooner be all hooked;
And time will make all things bane, also boon.

With patience more, the evil will be caught,
In snares they laid to trap the innocent;
The scheming minds will almost be a naught,
And winds of change will come as tho' God-sent.
With patience more, the good prevails o'er bad,
And happiness will fill hearts that are sad.

Sonnet-Who Is My Foe?

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Dr. John Celes

All ask the question, 'Who's my real foe? '
One who cannot love his neighbor truly;
One who thinks another person is low;
One who cannot forgive others duly.

One who loves his Motherland with half-heart;
One who is dishonest to His Maker;
One who practises corruption in craft;
One who becomes fraudulent a speaker.

One who denies freedom to his brethren;
One who cannot live in peace with others;
One who persecutes his own fellowmen;
One who cheats, maims, kills, ruins his brothers.

For, every Man's a citizen of Earth;
Entitled to God-given Rights by birth.

Sonnet-Who Am I?

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Dr. John Celes

I am a linear, legless, Vertebrate;
Bellying the earth, ever since my birth;
Of varying sizes, colours, shapes; I mate,
And swallow whole, life many times my girth.

I writhe and snake my way up fast;
I am the 'Sentinel of Land and sea';
Most people look at me awe-struck, aghast;
I hiss and scurry forth frightened, may be.

My fangs are poison-filled and also not;
I scour the earth, listening to vibrations;
Most people hit my head with sticks when caught,
I'm King of Night's earth-holes of all nations.

But I'm a Snake! Oh, just a rubber-Snake!
For Heaven's sake, the beating all I take.

Sonnet-Truth Remains The Same

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Dr. John Celes

Which flow'r perfumed not the fingers that had crushed?
Which hungry Lion spares the beast thats near?
Which nettle failed to sting the hand that touched?
Which darkness failed to fill a child with fear?

Which soil did yield without it being tilled?
Which tornado leaves roof intact thats tiled?
Which fall from height maimed not the man it felled?
Which mother sane had failed to nurse her child?

All things on earth behave in basic ways;
The contrary of things is rather rare;
Despite this knowledge man spents troubled days;
Behave one must in ways prudent and fair.
Let man do things God-guided and be wise;
For Truth is always Truth, never a dice.

Sonnet-Trivial Things Too Matter A Lot

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Dr. John Celes

One slip of tongue can let the cat off bag;
One slip of foot can cause a fracture bone;
One hole aboard can make a ship to sag;
A Goliath is felled by just one stone!

One unkind word can start a row endless;
One hasty act can ruin one's whole life;
One sip of wine can cause a habit worse;
One unwise thought can bring on undue strife.

One lullaby can put a babe to sleep;
One soothing word can end a global war;
Apology can heal heart's wounds that’s deep;
One Moon can light the earth at night from far.

Good things or bad, tho' trivial matter much,
Could hurt a lot or give a magic-touch.

Sonnet-To My Beloved Motherland, India

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Dr. John Celes

My India, I’m proud to be thy son;
My heart with joy leaps for being here born;
My soul with anguish fills for havoc done;
If country needs my life, let me adorn.

This is my land beloved, my Motherland;
This is my home, my ancestors came from;
Even an inch of it, I cannot hand,
Nor spare it to an alien for a sum.

This is the air which I had breathed at first;
This is the soil that gave me food to eat;
This is the water which appeased my thirst;
This is the place that gave me my heart-beat.

My India, who canst challenge thy state?
My blood is thine for any future date.

Sonnet-To A Loving Student

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Dr. John Celes

I wish to kiss those lips of rosy hue
And cheeks that blush, whenever shy she feels;
I wish to see the flow'ry face with dew,
And watch her footsteps without any heels.

Big-made she is but always full of cheer;
Of nature calm withdrawn and shiny eyes;
Oh, when she cried, how rapid came her tear!
She is my loving student, one that's nice.

I see her happy face that now and then
Turns sad when she finds that I’m not out there;
She loves to hear the poems that I pen
And gallops off in silence like a mare!

To her, I am a Teacher, loved and dear;
To me, she is a soul who can't be near!

Sonnet-'Tis God Who'll End the World

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Dr. John Celes

Would I be more happy, if blind since birth?
Would I be more happy if deaf all years?
Would I be more happy not seeing earth?
Would I be more happy then with less tears?

The earth is dying rapidly with time;
Mad men destroy its beauty very fast;
All things are changing including its clime;
The way things are, never happened in past.

The things that happen God knows, even before;
None know the mystery of Universe;
Apocalypse by men is mere folk-lore;
The wounds men inflict, God will surely nurse.

The world will end as per the divine plan;
The Doomsday can't be ushered in by Man.

Sonnet-Time Is The Healer

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Dr. John Celes

Who can upset a heart upset enough?
What can a whip mean to a tired horse?
To smokers long, matters not, one more puff;
All things still happen if Heavens endorse.

How can a twig lone save a drowning man?
Can salt hurt more a wounded man in brine?
Order the Monsoon Winds to stop, who can?
To one athirst, Gall can taste like good wine!

A hungry Lion eats a mouse or shrew;
Our senses even have their limits too;
Unduely unkind is life to a few;
Beyond limits, there's nothing, you can do.
If struggled, we had to our level best,
'Tis time to forget things and take good rest.

Sonnet-Time Is Short

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Dr. John Celes

I must cross o'er the bridge 'fore it breaks down;
I must climb Life's ladder 'fore rungs give way;
I must pluck weeds 'fore the grass can be mown;
I must keep earnestly the Sabbath-Day.

I must swim ashore before the flood comes;
I must build house on ground that is hard rock;
When water falls on sugar, it forms lumps;
How long can ships be stationed in their dock?

I must store food for Winter is not far;
I must work hard for harvest to be good;
I must prepare with devils for a war;
To forget my Saviour, my heart, how could?

The Heaven’s gates will not be open long!
'Tis time I start to sing my divine song.

Sonnet-Time is Most Precious

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Dr. John Celes

The time given by god is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.

There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.

There is no time to love your neighbor/ hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.

So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures; make your life sublime.

Sonnet-Time

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Dr. John Celes

Time starts ticking, the moment one is born,
Appearing too short for things to be done;
And Time ceases when over is sojourn;
To some ’tis long and ’tis always great fun.

Time is so precious that some waste it not;
So they race ’gainst it, to pull off great feats;
Time is a web in which some men get caught;
However short, one still can be a Keats!

A Scientist’s life-time’s not enough for him;
A lazy-bone finds Time not fleeting still;
Time’s an empty vessel, tho’ filled to brim!
Time’s a feeling of descending the hill.

When prudently used then, Time appears long;
A mile to a fool is just a furlong.

Sonnet-This World is one

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Dr. John Celes

This world is one and all people are one;
All came from Adam, Eve- our first parents;
The Sky has many stars but single Sun;
The Decalogue remains our common fence.

The modern world is moving to be one;
The divisions of nations can't stay long;
The foes of man are always on the run;
Man must decide what’s right and what is wrong.

Goodness shall triumph always o'er evil;
All Atheists must realize one God;
Each one must win the war with the devil;
And prove that we are made from special clod.

The good or bad we do will affect all;
Improper decisions, we all must stall.

Sonnet-Think Sane, Man

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Dr. John Celes

Let money not become thine obsession;
For, every nickel you just leave behind;
Thy soul is priceless, thine one possession;
To keep it pure, you must always remind.

Why waste all life to earn more than your needs?
Why dupe the world when you have no true heir?
Why cheat yourself by wearing 'saintly' beads?
Can God be fair if you've been so unfair?

Why eat much sugarcane and make tongue sore?
Why have much apples and watch them get rot?
Why live in selfishness 'hind closed life's-door?
Can you get sleep on coins, notes, golden-cot?

God gives some more to share your extra wealth;
And if' you don't, it will spoil your soul's health.

Sonnet-Things Seem Far Better

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Dr. John Celes

This year is going to be pleasant to me;
My days of gloom are coming to an end;
My God has shown His Mercy uniquely:
And proved as Friend when men could turn fiend.

My fame will come in many ways, I think;
But, I am in no hurry for the same;
Like a Horse, I stand on the river's brink;
My thirst is less, But sure I'll get my name.

None can prevent my God-destined uplift;
It pours like Rain down from the cloudy Sky:
No more, my ship at sea wi11 be adrift;
No storm can hurt with God as Friend nearby.
The past turmoil did happen for a cause:
But now, my woes enter a stage of pause.

Sonnet-The Wiser Man

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Dr. John Celes

Two types of men can rise up to the top;
The first by luck, by pluck, the easy way;
But in the end, he proves to be a flop;
And hence accepts defeat, calls it a day.

The other rises by sheer labor, sweat;
The rise is phenomenal but so rough;
He has no reason much to fume or fret;
Though blessed by God, his life was indeed tough.

Which of these types of men, you belong to?
The former gets rewarded here on earth;
The latter gets rewards in heaven too;
God gives him satisfaction and great mirth.

One’s name and fame must be destined by God;
When earned by human toil alone, 'tis odd.

Sonnet-The Wicked are Punished by God

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Dr. John Celes

The Wheel of Time, rotates surely but slow;
And punishes perpetrators of crimes;
The self-exalted ones must sooner bow,
Deserving ones can make their lives sublime.

The purifying process is so fast;
God-given punishments are rather smart;
And soon the wrong-doers are cellar-cast,
And tried for treason and their wicked part.

Time heals the wounds of hearts of those aggrieved;
And lasting joy smiles back sometime surely;
The pleas of downtrodden souls gets reprieved,
God's ways are never understood truly.

God hears the cries of unfairness on earth;
And renders justice in this world with mirth.

Sonnet-The Time for Poem-writing

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Dr. John Celes

In the late hours, following each mid-night;
In the wee hours, before each early Dawn;
After my talk with God and Devils' fight,
Most of my inspired poems are born.

For, that’s the time, the world in slumber lies;
The daily din of people hasn't begun;
My inward eye and heart, tend to be wise;
I think of problems grave, under the Sun.

Why things have gone-awry? '-to find, I try;
To God, can I my duties well discharge?
With God, -I argue, plead converse and cry;
My heart is anguished by the world at large.

God shows me many things that most don't see;
I love to walk 'hind Him to Calvary.

Sonnet-The Heavenly Feast

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Dr. John Celes

Live on, we must on earth, come whatever may;
Awaiting God's call, patiently till Death,
Snatches our breath of life away some day,
And leaves behind our clayey form on Earth.

But in the meantime, we must be prepared,
To take part in the Heavenly banquet;
Our soul fractured by sin must be repaired;
If not, we will eternally regret.

With what great care has God prepared this feast!
With what great love He invites righteous souls!
But men alone participate, no Beast;
Our soul's garment should not have sinful holes.
We either go well-attired or ne'er;
Be able to take part in it forever.

Sonnet-The Dawn

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Dr. John Celes

The Dawn has brought dew-drops on leaves umptine,
Like necklaces of pearls, adorning plants;
Each dropp reflects the landscape in Sunshine;
The drizzling rain has chased away all ants.

Some buds have bloomed into such gorgeous flow'rs!
They smile and laugh and shake their heads with joy;
Wind-blown, their Sun-burnt mirth gets cooled by show'rs;
Some droop their faces blushed and rather coy.

And on the whole, it is a beauteous morn;
As fragrance fills the air that seems to stand;
No words can aptly write the splendor born,
Of Mother Nature's gentle fairy wand.

A hearty welcome to a newer day,
In Nature's captivating, natural way.

Sonnet-Tell Me, Lord

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Dr. John Celes

How can I walk on thorns, barefooted, God?
How can I pass the desert, Camel-less?
How can I cross the river, boat-less, Lord?
How can I climb the peak, equipment-less?

How can I swim River of Crocodiles?
How can I build my house on damp, loose soil?
How can I, a lame person, run the miles?
How can I enemy's designs, lone foil?

How can I pray with ease with burdened heart?
How can I blessed be with sins in me?
How can I win over the devils smart?
How can I earn Heaven if I'm earthly?

How can a pebble -stone become a gem?
How can you forgive me if I don't them?

Sonnet-Spare Us O Lord From Hell

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Dr. John Celes

0 let me stay God, at least in Limbo;
But never in the Inferno called Hell;
And sufferings eternal undergo;
None can ever escape to come and tell.

If only men knew 'fore-hand hell's story,
No one in mortal sin will fall surely;
And most will land only in Purgatory;
And some day head towards Eternity.

For Devils' sake, God made, the fire of hell;
No human soul must fall by ev'n mis-chance;
Into this abyss, Satan et al fell
To live in darkness for his evil dance.

Spare us 0 Lord, from hell, the worst sinner!
Lest devils have us live for their dinner.

Sonnet-Should I Shed My Inhibitions?

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Dr. John Celes

'You’re going prettier, day by day, 'I feel;
'My inhibitions could fail me, 'I fear;
For Nature donned on every fruit a peel;
Enticing one to taste; My time is near?

Oh, how I wish to wine my cortex off?
Could I then see your beauty in your walk?
Oh, how I wish to see your natural laugh;
And see your eyes rove; hear your lovely talk.

And when the spectre goes away, 'tis sad;
I cannot live in dreams always for long;
The modern world of human Beings’ mad;
And so, I strum my guitar for a song.

This earth was lovely when Adam loved Eve;
Until the Serpent went to Eve deceive.

Sonnet-Sexes Are Unequal

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Dr. John Celes

No man can do all things, a woman does;
No woman does the things, a man can do;
Unequal are the sexes, why make fuss?
Some things a woman does, a man can too!

And what an adult does, a child can't too;
What children do, an adult surely can't;
The things the elderly do, can youth do?
None can like how the priests do, prayers chant.

Each sex and age is meant to do some things;
The others can't outdo them in their field;
Yet, constant practice much perfection brings;
Vying alone can't improve each farm's yield!
Let’s strive to do better, the things we ought;
Never degrade those for things they cannot.