Quotes about feat, page 10
Sonnet: The Younger Ones Must Be Better
It is pure joy to see one's children win,
More laurels than we did in our life-time;
It is so sad to see the world of sin,
The modern age, blind to the word sublime.
It is great joy to see our students do,
A feat far better than we did in our days;
It is so sad to see one lazy, too,
And waste his life on earth in umptine ways.
It is a joy that words cannot describe,
When youngsters outdo old-timers some way;
It is so sad to see a newer tribe,
Illiterate, half-naked, standing gay.
The youth must do much better than the old,
And keep their soul, mind, body fit and bold.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Union is Strength
When separate, straw cannot ever hold!
When twisted firmly, pulls the trunks of trees;
Man never learns this until very old;
Together, men can take their foes with ease.
The strength of braided mesh, no one fore-tells;
Cement when reinforced with steel is great;
Aloud they chime, numerous little bells;
Together, men can achieve any feat!
If citizens of nations can unite,
If nation’s choose to live in harmony,
If men do not oe’r silly causes fight,
This world can turn a land of milk/ honey!
However, goodness must prevail over bad,
To make our hearts in misery more glad.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet-On Our Diet
Tis not the quantity but eating speed;
'Tis not the quality but balanced food;
'Tis not the satiety but primal need;
‘Tis not the food that matters but our mood.
Sheer gluttony is sin at any age;
One's labours should decide the quantity;
How much of words can hold a single page?
Let food be by affordability.
The grape is same that gives the juice or wine;
The food is same that prince or pauper eats;
The taste depends on proper sugar, brine;
The mind matters much more than all sweetmeats.
Our food-habits decide our health and feat;
We eat to live; Don't live to eat and eat.
poem by John Celes
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Hon. Henry Bennett
It never came into my mind
Until I was ready to die
That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.
For I was seventy, she was thirty-five,
And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband
Jenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life.
For all my wisdom and grace of mind
Gave her no delight at all, in very truth,
But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strength
Of Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful feat
Of lifting a traction engine out of the ditch
One time at Georgie Kirby's.
So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard --
That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Feet
My heart punched my mind
No more watching it then said
It all happened just when I noticed
When a train journey me carried
A man of darkness shaking his toes
Swaying his legs with dirty soles
Meant to me it a lot
A man of conceited sort
Then to myself I interogated
Stupid custom, Why ever prostrating dirty feet
Seems kicking, chucking on bad treat
Dirty folks never to be trusted
And who is not dirty?
Are humans perfect and pretty?
Suddenly sparkled on sparking feat
The temple idol, Its unshaken feet
Oily, grimy to kick the greedy and dirty..
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poem by Indira Renganathan
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Barren Sweetness
By the absurdity of life, I declare existence obsolete,
I outline the futility of strife, and triumph a lying feat,
Imposed by men, ignorant though they may be,
But you refuse to comprehend, the end is like sleep,
So to you I recommend, such that was to me, sweet.
Love was a soothing melody to my weary mind,
Friendship, a hidden treasure that was not always kind,
Authenticity, or in other words, honesty, was hard to find,
Yet nothing was so exquisite when truly divined,
Imagination, my savior, a memory impossibly defined,
And fantasy, a haven that I never really left behind.
poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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Sonnet - Work, Work, Work
Forget the past, however bitter be;
Tomorrow is yet in your very hands;
But labor hard towards a goal truly;
Your dreams could turn true from some distant lands.
Let patience stay with you till very last;
Small bickering should not upset your mood;
All cannot take the lane that is too fast;
There isn't the time to waste or even brood.
And when a hill in life is climbed by you;
The glory, satisfaction are so great;
Nevertheless, you must condescend too;
And try in life to do a greater feat.
All days are same; we must keep working more;
Work harder till life takes you to the fore.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God, Bless My Dear Sister
God gave her beauteous body and long hair!
Intelligent, she prayed really hard;
She spoke fluently and looked very fair;
As doctor, she was superb in the ward.
But suddenly, her dad had fallen ill;
She looked after him ‘like a nurse’ by day;
‘Insulined’ making urine sugar ‘Nil’!
She worked as doctor by night far away!
God bless’d her with good husband, three children;
Her Practice too is good but life is tough;
She tends to mother more than eighty when
She develops chest-cold and nasty cough.
God bless my doctor sister for her feat!
Help her in times of woes: devils defeat.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: My Wait is Almost Over
A little breeze to blow, I long await,
With summer show’rs of rain to lessen heat;
For God to open yet another gate:
For patience still to pull off my great feat.
For silver lining in the clouds, I wait;
For clouds that hide both sun and moon- to move;
Some writing on the wall to change my fate;
To feel the magic of my Maker’s love.
A ray of light in darkness, I await;
A bit to hope in despair, incessant;
A better weather in my life till date;
My dreams to become true, I badly want.
My world is changing for my good, of late,
And things come round: I know not still the date.
9-17-2002
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: The Judgment Day Is Near
Whatever feat great, man performs on earth,
However long a life he may yet live,
Someday, the thread of life is cut my death!
However wise, no excuse can he give.
The Reckoning-day tho’ far is very near!
No one escapes the Lord’s just punishment;
To evil souls remains Hell’s gruesome fear,
Where darkness pitch-black lights the firmament.
No earthling dare be clever with the Lord!
The Maker questions only to the point;
No evil-doers escape His just rod;
The righteous men with bliss, He will anoint.
Help me prepare my soul for Judgment-day
Render Thy Graces plenty, God I pray.
poem by John Celes
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