Dr John Celes Poems

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901.
Sonnet- 'Tis Easiest Listening To God

All things we do, may not be good for us;
Some things we yearn for, God denies for goods;
Nevertheless, we must never God curse;
He knows soul's poison's from virtuous foods.
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902.
Sonnet: Our Life On Earth

The Moon is shining less brightly than 'fore,
And seems to fade behind thick clouds that sail;
Its dim outline too fades with time much more;
The ghost-like Moon appearing truly pale!
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903.
Sonnet- Hope Exists Always

Another day yet breaks when comes Sun-rise,
To show that Hope is not lost forever;
The living are now more foolish or wise;
Some change for the better; some can never.
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904.
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb

Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, frisking along;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, bleating a song;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, wearing fur-coat,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, looking so bright!
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905.
Sonnet: Act Per God's Ways

What one day brings, another takes away;
Nothing is constant in our earthly-life;
Just like how comes the night, follows the day;
Just like how comes some joy, follows too strife.
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906.
Sonnet: Even One Makes The Difference

Can one man fight an army all alone?
Can one’s good deeds undo the evils done?
Can one saint bring succor to all who moan?
Can one clown make all people laugh by fun?
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907.
Sonnet: Put Your Trust In God

The God who brought you up to this extent,
Has other plans for you in future too;
So, never doubt his mysterious intent;
He does what’s best and when ’tis time for you.
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908.
Sonnet: Each Unborn Has God’s Face!

The modern world denies a safe passage
To child unborn from womb to world God made,
And insists that it is extra luggage,
Against tenets that God has strongly laid.
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909.
A Hearty Talk With My Dear Heart

‘You pump the blood through arteries, veins,
When I get formed in mother’s womb;
You slog endlessly, without gains,
Until my body rests in tomb! ’
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910.
My Life Is Mine Primarily

My life is mine and not for sale –
Something to be lived just by me;
Come what may, storm, tornado, gale!
I should live well and much freely
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