Dr John Celes Poems

Oh, how power is misused in this world!
To subjugate the weaker-willed of men;
How power corrupts most men manifold!
Making men slaves; gain wealth, subdue the pen.
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Most lucky, thou art, O Bard and winged Muse!
After thy death, thy soul remains on earth;
Thy God-giv’n gift- how well thou put to use!
And through thy passionate poems gave mirth.
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This world loves seeing me powdered, perfumed!
My face wearing mask; my lips with a ‘smile’!
They respect only the well-attired,
Who speak out phrases/ praises in grand style.
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Today’s babe, precious tho’ lands in a crèche!
Pre-nursery school as mother’s off to work;
Using a walker, it is bottle-fresh;
Learns a huge load of books by the rod’s jerk.
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If Poetry is ‘right words in right place, ’
Blank verse is not the best of Poetry!
It has a rhythmless/ meterless pace;
Where is the passion, art and beauty?
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Poesy served to poise my shattered heart,
That bled from earthly ‘missiles’ of turmoil;
And helped me upgrade my literary art,
As I began burning the midnight-oil.
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Birds of the same feather flock together;
Men of goodwill work for the commonweal;
Men of evil-minds work with common zeal;
Like-minded men work in a joint manner.
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This day is not this day; it could be wrong!
What all things we believe is true today,
Could well be proved wrong by Science the next day;
Human calculations are never strong.
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Just like some roads that lead me to my home,
And many others that cannot so do,
So do some roads surely lead me to You,
And some cannot no matter how I roam.
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Oh, how I wish to get my mind off men,
Who misbehave with brethren of own soil;
Oh, how I wish they were put in a den,
Or roasted live in a cauldron of oil!
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