Dr John Celes Poems

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1301.
Sonnet: The Good Shepherd

However much they try to go astray,
The Shepherd Good hard works to keep safe sheep;
He slumbers not by night nor naps by day,
But watches them with care on slopes so steep!
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1302.
Sonnet: Our Yester-Years Were Best

The happier days of yester-years are gone;
With parents live, all children lived in bliss;
But problems new emerged with every dawn;
Now grown-ups miss their parents' love and kiss!
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1303.
Sonnet: Happy Birthday, Dearest Mom Stella!

More than a hundred years ago, was born
An extra-ordinary girl, so sweet;
As heaven's angels sounded each their horn,
And music, song divine broke out to beat!
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1304.
Sonnet: Rip, Oh, Human Soul!

God knows you did your part so well indeed;
And now, your brother sleeps in Lord's embrace;
Though Polio-stricken, he remained good seed;
He's gone to be with God with heaven's gaze!
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1305.
God Works Miracles Endlessly

Miracles, miracles, everywhere,
God filled our life on earth galore;
He rains His love and mercy fair;
We don't deserve them to the core.
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1306.
Sonnet: God Gives Wealth For God’s Cause

To men, women who tell of God’s great Love,
And pray and sing fervently for His aid;
God gives great wealth and blessings from above;
And after death, their bodies aren't decayed;
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1307.
Sonnet: I Want To Be My Good Self, God

I fight a battle lone against great foes;
Some known and seen; others unknown, unseen;
They are the prime cause of my umptine woes;
If God wills only, improve will this scene.
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1308.
Sonnet: Things Happen As Per God’s Wish

Miracles, God performs even these days!
His divine plans will come all true always;
He does all things in strange and unique ways;
‘If God is truth, truth will triumph’- Man says.
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1309.
Sonnet: The World’s Unfortunate

Who cares about the flowers in the wild,
That Nature brings forth, perfuming landscape?
Who cares about the orphaned and street-child,
That world won’t free nor help to just escape?
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1310.
Sonnet: Heaven Is For Pure Souls

A Turkey towel, sodden is heavy;
A sinful soul can't rise to Heav'n above;
A drowned man's lungs are air-less, watery;
The sinful soul to hell drops like a dove.
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