Dr John Celes Poems

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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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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Look at your heart; O look within your heart;
Take just a glance; it looks so unsightly;
Think of your sins; O think about your part;
And start living henceforth quite uprightly.
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There is a man
With trunk, neck and head;
He was thus born
And continues to live;
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I told you many times but you didn’t heed;
I warned you many times; you weren’t careful;
I did advise you, you cared not indeed;
I’d cautioned you about the things harmful.
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Show me my way out of these thick, dark woods;
There isn't even a glimmer of Hope-Light;
I need to reach a haven soon for goods;
When day is dark, how much more could be night?
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If sinful, joyous paths, you undertake;
You cannot go far as God watches you;
If God forbids, such journeys, you can't make;
He gives men freedom; punishments also.
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Each wants experiences, very own;
Each wants to do the things, he wants, his way;
Each wants to ignore his mistakes or moan,
For blunders made in life for fire-play.
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You need to plan in advance, well in life,
To do a lot of things you undertake;
No one predicts when comes our unique strife;
You ought to know the technique to bake cake.
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Man is a schemer, treacherous clumsy!
Oppressing and suppressing his neighbors;
Thieving and giving excuses, flimsy;
Living in vanity, wasting his hours.
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