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Sonnet: All Things Are Beautiful

Be it a mountain or a little mount,
Be it a hillock or a mighty hill,
Be it a waterfall or little fount,
There is much beauty that a heart can fill!

The size or color does not matter much;
The place or face of things isn’t important;
Beauty depends on the observer’s touch,
Of being lured in ways significant.

Each artist knows the value of his heart;
The Potter knows the price of every pot;
All things have beauty innate or in part;
There is a world within a single dot!

The state of mind and exposure matters;
The careless observer always falters.

7-19-2002

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In Heaven, Color Does Not Matter

In Heaven, color does not matter;
There, there is no money, no color,
No hypocrisy, no quandary, no beauty,
No nepotism, no size and no celebrity.

On earth inequality reigns,
When it pours, it rains,
When it rains, it pours;
Different weather patterns
Warrant different types of doors
And different types of lanterns.

In Heaven, these are not necessary,
The temperature varies very often,
Every holy minute and divine second,
Keeping counts will be silly and crazy.

Believe me, there is no limousine
For earthly and mundane stars;
Everything under the screen
Shall become dust, including fancy cars.

In Heaven, color does not matter,
There, everybody is equal;
There is no king, no corporal,
No corrupt judge and no criminal lawyer.

In Heaven, one single iota matters: the soul,
Which always flies like a wingless writer.
Spirit has no color, no smell,
No shape, no life and no propeller.

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What You Will Say Does Not Matter Anymore.....

WHAT you will say
does not matter anymore to me

you are
what matters to me

the winds come
and refreshes me
i am not listening
to its howls

the dogs bark
with so much noise
i mind the tail
that waggles for
my presence

you do not listen
to the sound of the spray
when the perfume
lands on your
neck

we do not care
in the same manner
the dying silence of the
night
neither do we notice
the idiosyncrasies of
our moans

we did what we did
we all moaned for nothing
but love

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We Are All Going To Die/ And It Does Not Matter How Good

WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE/

We are all going to die
And it does not matter how good you are
Or how strong you are
Or how great you are
Or how kind you are
Or how wise you are
Or whatever you are
We are all going to die
And go away forever-

And I walking here
With the pride of my poem
And the pride of my name
And the anguish of what I have done and not done
Will like everyone else
Go away forever-
Whether I have written this poem or not.

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It Does Not Matter

it does not matter who you are.
where you're from
or what you've done.

it does not matter, if you're
short and round, with a smile or a frown.
or if you're tall and lanky
and always cranky.

if you have the looks or body
everyone desires
or if you could even put out someones fire.

it does not matter, your disposition.
you should not be catorigized
in a position.

it does not matter, whether you're rich or poor
or if you're quick in the mind
or slow at times.

human nature and association
will always find devastation.
we're always taught that black is black
and white is white,
but! never shown who is right. (if anybody)

this decision lies in your heart
the choice you make- is your start.
so think it out before you criticize
for you also are on that line.

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It Does Not Matter #2

it does not matter- if you're getting old
it does not matter- if you're skin and bones
it does not matter-if you're old and gray
it does not matter-if you go or stay
it does not matter- what people say
it does not matter-living day to day

the only thing that matters, is that
you're alive today
and you'll fight whatever comes your way.

never give up on yourself
for you have no one else.
age is with us to contend
age is something that is not your friend.

it does not matter- if you had a good life
it does not matter- if you're contrite.

no one really knows the true life you've led
and if you deserve to be in a bed.
and if death is at your bedside
in' GOD' you must confide.

HE is the only one that knows what
you've been through.
so confession is what you have to do.

but! it does not matter
if you confess or not
for he has your graveplot.

so ask forgiveness for what you've done
to' GODS' only son.

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It Does Not Matter What Schools They Attend

Witness the immaturity.
Soon you will discover...
Wisdom and the aging process,
Do not neccessarily go hand in hand.

Jerks are nurtured to be fools.
And it does not matter what schools they attend.

Those that become wisened in time...
Can be seen anywhere,
Being dragged through mud.
As they are laughed and joked about.

And they are also the ones,
To provide interesting conversations no one ignores.

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It Does Not Matter Anymore

one gets used to it

a bland food one gets used
to blandness and it does not
matter anymore whether bland is
bland or not

one suffers the tastelessness
of routine like a road without a bend
where mountains are there and they
are there without anymore significance
to you whether they cast shadows or not
whether they are tall or leveled
whether they can obstruct or they
can make you pass through

if there is a wall you stop
and you cannot pass you turn around
and find another path

it does not really matter
whether it is a lie or truth
what matters most is
this journey that you are taking
and that soon it must be over

without destruction without hurting
those who must remain
those who are still holding their
wineglasses to wait for another cheer

how many years more? it does not matter.

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It Does Not Matter To Me

It does not matter to me
Who was in that tomb
It does not matter to me
What you believe
It does not matter to me
What you conceive
It does not matter
What you think of me
I'll stand ready for my gift
The eternal light shall forever be
My very own
Destiny

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Success It Does Not Matter?

it does not matter
to me
if I do not succeed
fly free

to try and not triumph succeed
is not to purpose fail
hope is joy ever undaunted freed
a maze convoluted tail

simple lessons of faith
do matter
lessons of vital experience
teach faster

God will upon this world not wait
silent forever
angels last souls do gather late
judgement nearer

each human soul chooses its fate
heaven or hell each soul will discover
sentenced not to years a thousand
patrol release earned forbidden forever


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Sometimes It Does Not Matter

Sometimes it does not matter
I feel neglected by you
I demand your attention
I doubt your loyalty
I expressed my jealousy

Occasionally, it is not! ... why?

If you do not like me to act so.. not again repeat that your childish attitude


Copyright © 2012 ℠

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Single In A State Of Mind

You've got your nights,
Doubled up with meetings.
And you say your days,
Are booked from dawn 'til noon.

But what about me and my time?
You've got me in a single state of mind.
And that's not right...
For the need I have for you.

You turn off lights,
When your neighbor comes to visit.
My jaws are tight!
But there's nothing I can do.

You've got your nights,
Doubled up with meetings.
And you say your days,
Are booked from dawn 'til noon.
You think I will hesitate in waiting?
To offer someone else a dried up prune!

You turn off lights,
When your neighbor comes to visit.
My jaws are tight!
But there's nothing I can do.
Except...
Bam on your door,
Until the lights turn on.
As I watch that creeper sneak,
Back across the street.

Bam on your door,
Until the lights turn on.
As I watch that creeper sneak,
Back across the street.

'Uh...hi.
You busy?
If it's not too late,
Would you like some company? '

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It Does Not Matter

what you were
what you are
what you shall be
all these do not matter
for there is no way
that you can be you
in any place for
whatever reason
there is no you
actually
you are but a
dropp of rain
in the wide sea
in the deep ocean
in the vast space
you are but an atom
in the air
a molecule in that
chair

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It's The Same Dog....

i shall make choices
black or white
there are no shades
for qualifications
i choose this dog
two tails and three ears
long tongue and blind
and sense of smell
taken off
whatever it is
it is still a dog
the color does not matter
the hilarity of combined
silly imaginations
is the irrelevance of
my dictated freedom
good for you
you love dogs and know
the intricacies of
their seasons

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Sonnet: The New Year 2007

The old year’s gone! The new one has begun!
The worlds most precious need is global peace.
’Tis better nations abandon the gun;
Let suspicions and rivalries all cease!

This earth is one and mankind is one race!
No one can live all independent days;
It does not matter what color or face;
Align must man with Nature in God’s ways.

The earth cant bear pollution anymore;
Our labor hard will give victory with time;
No nation must to neighbors turn eyesore;
“Preserve the environ’s”- our duty prime.

No nation has the right to stifle next;
Let God’s Commandments serve as guiding text.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-30-2007

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He Is The One

He helped me to face my fears
As my eyes began to tear.
I was the lamb who lost my way
He took my hands and showed me how to pray.

He helped me to find my family and friends
I was helped once again.
Thru him - I was able to save my soul
And once again I was whole.

He came to me in my hour of despair
And showed me that he truly cared.
He is the one - that can stop a tsunami tide
And the one who gave sight to the blind.

He is the one - who greets you on baptism day
And washes all your sins away.
As a catholic he is there for your communion,
Confirmation, and your wedding day
He’s the one that gives the bride away.

It does not matter in what religion we believe
For god is but one, who has planted the seed
He gives us faith when we’re down and out
And shows us what love is about.

He is the one who has my heart
and allows Me to wake up every morning
with a brand new start.

HE IS THE ONE - cant you see?
In him you must believe.”

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Seemingly You Like The Grey Area

i admit i live there. I live
in the places of dawn
and twilights where
i have learned to
tinker about anything.

there are exceptions
and exemptions there.
it is no longer black
or white, or
either/or, it is a ray
a rainbow of
possibilities. I embrace
gradients.

it is the meeting place
of lost elements
when they do not fit
they come
looking lost and then
they say they finally
find a home.

here they are accepted
there they are excepted.

not that black and whites
are not acceptable. No.
and Yes. Not that.
it is, 'it can be'

it is always here a
myriad possibility
where you become
yourself that way
you want it. Taste.
Smell. Tick and Lick.

Imagination so powerful.
Unlimited thoughts.
Impossibilities becoming
possibilities.

This is the grey area.
I live here. I am happier.
Do you know where this is?

Come. Undress their colors.
And know at first that in here
color does not matter
they mix, and there
is no limit to their
shades and pastels.

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Poem

This poem is not addressed to you.
You may come into it briefly,
But no one will find you here, no one.
You will have changed before the poem will.

Even while you sit there, unmovable,
You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter.
The poem will go on without you.
It has the spurious glamor of certain voids.

It is not sad, really, only empty.
Once perhaps it was sad, no one knows why.
It prefers to remember nothing.
Nostalgias were peeled from it long ago.

Your type of beauty has no place here.
Night is the sky over this poem.
It is too black for stars.
And do not look for any illumination.

You neither can nor should understand what it means.
Listen, it comes with out guitar,
Neither in rags nor any purple fashion.
And there is nothing in it to comfort you.

Close your eyes, yawn. It will be over soon.
You will forge the poem, but not before
It has forgotten you. And it does not matter.
It has been most beautiful in its erasures.

O bleached mirrors! Oceans of the drowned!
Nor is one silence equal to another.
And it does not matter what you think.
This poem is not addressed to you.

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It Does Not Matter

After a face – off
you toss the coin
resenting the liquid fame.

Frame extracts the price
of picture.
Compassion for the artist was missing.

I suffer in mid moon
between darkness and light
clarity of rags was improving.

Homage is now going to hurt
after the fall of ego, in
ending of alchemy.

In spite or sorrow
a face drills holes
in my wheels.

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A Morning Rush

The seasons gather flowers from the rain
And bring the firstling to the flock
And in the dusk of dawn the unrelenting clock
beats out the little dreams from the eyes of drowsy human

The morning settled on horizon too soon
It pushes, it rolls off the late orbiting moon
Hurry, rush, no more time to sleep
Delirious dreams, reminisced thoughts not to keep
Here comes morning rush loom
The clock is ringing in light or in gloom

Leave the warm bed in hast
Take a bath, shave, brush teeth ignore the awful taste
Grasp a cloth or any meaningful attire
Take the elevator or run down spiral stairs


catch a bus hop on a train
Join the crowd march with the throng
In sunshine, in frosty gale, in wind or in rain
So many beings walking the world cannot be wrong

It does not matter where they all go
As long as one keeps up with their flow
The city bells are ringing loud
A beautiful day on high rises without a cloud

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The price of progress.

The banks of Tyne are green again
The skyline boasts no shipyard crane
Our great shipbuilding industry,
a footnote now in history

The riversides no longer ring
to the harsh sound of riveting
Its not the Tyne I used to know
although the daily tides still flow

up past Newcastle from the sea
Far cleaner than they used to be.
I wonder was it worth the cost
a thousand, thousand jobs were lost.

There was no clear cut policy
to deal with mass redundancy.
As usual the government
addressed the rising discontent

With promises of action to
reduce the ever growing queue.
On unemployment benefit
But sadly they did not see fit.

To do what needed to be done.
So we were left to struggle on.
The fat cats were protected by
the old boys camaraderie.

Nobody gave a tinkers damn
about the common working man.
One M.P.was heard to say
this is the price we have to pay.

He clearly did not understand
the working men’s right to demand.
Some action from the powers that be
which would relieve their misery.

Correcting mistakes which were made.
As usual the price was paid
By men who lost their livelihood
and not by those who really should.

have paid the price because they failed
to see. Just what would be entailed
In closing down an industry
which had thrived traditionally.

From lack of positive support
and even worse from lack of thought.
Though craftsmen could transfer their skill
there were no vacancies to fill.

Whole communities were destroyed
there was no way they could avoid.
Being forced to move away
although they would much rather stay.

The banks of Tyne are green again.
Paid for in hardship and in pain.
The working men were hardest hit
again the rich folks benefit.

Because they can afford to buy
Luxury flats that now rise high
and cater for the wealthiest
Who think that they deserve the best.

The working class lose out again
Which is quite easy to explain.
Though working men are in demand
the wealthiest are in command.

They always were through history
There really is no mystery.
The power lies with the elite
The working men cannot compete.

The rich get rich at our expense
and most of them make no pretence.
To care about the working man.
Who they exploit because they can.



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