Dr John Celes

Silver Star - 4,127 Points (14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Villanelle: Blest Art The Poor - Poem by Dr John Celes

God keeps me better than many others!
And yet, I seem very dissatisfied;
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!

Despite their troubles, nothing them bothers;
They seem to wear a smile on sad a face;
God keeps me better than many others!

Neither the sun or moon or rain or cold matters;
They laugh away their problems most, always.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!

Some shelterless do wear clothes in tatters;
Their children play amusing all in ways.
God keeps me better than many others!

They bathe happily in river-waters;
They play in mud and run in sand a race.
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!

The forests give them wood, berries, feathers;
No grief or strife can halt their living pace.
God keeps me better than many others!
I envy my poorer sisters, brothers!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2005
(my first villanelle)

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 29, 2005



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