Sonnet: Heaven Decrees All Things On Earth

Nothing on earth can happen on its own;
All things require sanction that’s divine;
No one since birth is really alone;
Heaven decides inebriety of wine!

Only a fool expects his labor’s worth;
Some soar much higher than they can, not long;
Some woes befall in periods after mirth;
A silence dead comes after every song!

Let man not think that he achieves all things;
The Maker has allowed a freedom strange;
No one is truly great even ’midst kings;
God-given talents are umptine in range!

Let man not boast about his mundane pelf;
Without God’s help, nothing man does himself!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-23-2006

Sonnet: Eyes

Oh, what a gorgeous organ, body part,
And visual extension of any brain!
A living camera, that works by art:
Whose loss can make a person go insane!

The visual stimuli gathered from views,
Nothing gets seen by eyes without some light;
Our eyes discern the environmental cues;
What’s life on earth for blind? Pity their plight!

The human eye can see distances short,
Deceiving us of things which lie afar;
God made each creature’s eye as if by heart;
The naked eye can see even a star!

Without our eyes, ’tis tough to read a word!
No human eye dare see the Maker, God;
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-22-2006

Sonnet: Most People Today!

Oh, what the hell is happening ‘round me?
Most people do not live the way they should;
The need for lucre drives them insanely;
They do not care about kith, kin, flesh, blood!

They will not do all things as Bible says;
They treat their siblings worse than strangers ev’n;
They forget all their woes of yester-days;
They waste their precious life and time God-giv’n;

They think that they have climbed the peak of life;
They stray away from God ev’r since their birth;
They will not help their fellowmen in strife;
And all the while, they stand on verge of death!

And by the time, some sense returns to head,
They turn bed-ridden, lying almost dead!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-15-2006

Sonnet: Ill-gotten Wealth

For how long can you hide your wealth on earth?
Ill-gotten assets vanish in due course;
It cannot give you any real mirth;
It turns your life from bad to truly worse!

Black-money seems to give luxurious life;
Wealth undeclared denies persons sound sleep;
Excessive wealth is double-edged a knife;
Some day, it causes one to loudly weep.

‘Benami’ wealth gets forgotten with time;
Money when idle serves no purpose good;
A dollar unused isn’t good as a dime!
Satiety comes with ‘labor hard earned food’!

Unearth your unused wealth to help brethren;
Your extra buck can bring to poor, heaven!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-12-2006

Sonnet: Alas, ’Tis a Nasty World Today!

The horrors of my yester-years are fresh;
The frescoes flash upon my Sylvian screen;
It was not easy breaking up the mesh;
What trials, tribulations through, I’ve been!

This world is nasty without any doubt;
Most people live just selfish, shameless lives;
An elephant could kill its own mahout!
Men make money like bees, honey in hives.

Our problems come from within and without;
The world won’t spare a beggar by the road;
None come to help however much you shout;
Most people need whip-lashes to just goad.

Nevertheless, you cannot blame your God;
All evil men will one day get His rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-11-2006

Sonnet: When Things Go Amiss!

When worldly people cause upsets in life,
And times keep changing for the worse for you-
The principled-good suffer in strife:
You have to still your duty rightly do!

Our earthly troubles can’t worry us long;
Our grief and joys are also transient;
Our conscience tells us what is right and wrong;
Our lives are guided by the Omniscient.

Our tormentors will suffer for their wrongs;
Our sufferings end like the seasons too;
Our ears will hear consoling, pleasant songs;
Mysteriously, many things God can do!

No failures need upset our minds for long;
God fills the air soon with His happy song.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-5-2006

Sonnet: When Trials Come ...

Things happen for the good of everyone;
At times, they seem so strangely shocking too;
God’s plans are ultimately rightly done;
There’s nothing that bad minds can truly do.

God knows each soul before its creation!
He gives the freedom to live as we like;
God guides each person and every nation;
Sin is the thing that He does sure dislike.

Man’s selfishness brings troubles quite galore;
He blames the environs and sometimes God;
Dissatisfaction burns afire more;
He quite forgets the Universe’s Lord!

When trials come, O Lord, protect me please;
I pray my earthly journey’s full of peace.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-10-2006

Sonnet: Think Less: Work More!

Don’t think of things you can’t well think about;
So many things our minds can’t ponder still;
The wise won’t waste their precious time in doubt;
Reveal in His own time most things, God will!

No one can delve in any field to depths;
God made each creature with a perfect touch;
According to our labor, yield results;
The human brain has limitations much.

There is no point in thinking endlessly;
Our time on earth is finite and too short;
Our duty must be done most selflessly;
Our days of life are leased by God, not bought!

So, spend your days most usefully, O man!
To change our destiny, only God can!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-8-2006

Sonnet: Duty of Children

They slogged more than their frames could quite afford;
But lost their cool when aged and fear seized them;
With life thus spent, their future looked so bored;
Their will-pow’r gone, Life’s torn-cloth, they couldn’t hem!

The love they showed was equal and much more;
They loved their children but couldn’t keep them close;
Their children quarreled, turning their eye-sore!
The ‘shrub’ that grew had many thorns than rose!

The old couple had wept and cursed their fate;
No one was there to tend to them when aged;
So till the last, they cooked their food and ate;
Their happy home was sad: they were enraged!

This is what happens to some families;
So, children ought to maintain love and peace!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-9-2006

Sonnet: The Patient Poor!

The smiles of gratitude on being healed,
That lights the face of patients very poor,
Gives satisfaction more than covers sealed
From patients wearing shoes high-heeled and fur!

The etiquette of villagers unread,
Surpasses that of urban men ‘degreed’,
Well-dressed in foreign cars, overly fed,
With haughty laughter, showing off their greed!

Oh, what a lovely heart, the poor man has!
His humble voice and stance can lure the Doc;
Diseases strike more poor bodies; Alas,
For them, the health-providers scarcely talk!

The coins of love that patients poor empty
Are worth more weight in gold than dollars free!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-1-2006