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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 wi