This syndrome, SARS, is now a worldwide health threat... The world needs to work together to find its cause, cure the sick and stop its spread.
quote by Gro Harlem Brundtland
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What Man Do You Know
What man do you know who has been dead for centuries
Yet is alive and doing well.
What man do you know who has pictures of himself worldwide
What man do you know who has statues erected of him
What man do you know who can speak in every language in the world
What man do you know whose words are spoken to billions of people
What man do you know who can soften the hardest of hearts
What man do you know who would gladly give his life for you
What man do you know who would help anyone in need
WHAT MAN DO YOU KNOW?
I know of just one!
His name is simply JESUS!
Maybe if the world was to take just one day worldwide
And dedicate that day to him, then for two minutes
Just stop and pray to him
We would find world peace, and eliminate hunger
And find the solutions to so many problems.
But unfortunately people do not want to have
Their lives interrupted even for two minutes
And yet they’ll turn around and ask for his help.
GOD is known by so many different names
But his son was known as JESUS.
HAVE A BLESSED DAY!
(07/28/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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We saw in 2003 the beginnings of an outbreak of an illness called SARS. SARS ended up killing 800 people which is a significant number of deaths, but nowhere near as high as it could have been.
quote by Michael Burgess
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Doctor's Day In India
Though once a year comes Doctor's Day,
Let us celebrate it;
‘A noble profession', all say;
Accolades, let's befit.
All doctors must improve health-care
Of world's sick/suffering souls;
Let doctors toil for sick-welfare,
Assuming varied roles.
The world needs better doctors more -
A dedicated lot;
They form the health-providers core -
A sacrificing slot!
May doctors work most selflessly;
May patients benefit;
May doctors serve them faultlessly,
And heal all, bit by bit!
poem by John Celes
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I am actually in poor health due to chronic fatigue and immune dysfunction syndrome, and my ability to work is greatly diminished right now, so I have to get better before I can start another big project.
quote by Laura Hillenbrand
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Love Love Love Love
look how unhappy you make me when you fall sick
look how happy you make me when i nurse you back to health
look how happy i am to love the sick for your sake
how i sometimes cure the sick with my 'stick'.
it takes your true love, to realize, your true sickness
to deliver your true health
from thiness to thickness
i love to be the true health to your sickness
love love love love
i love you...
marx morris twumasi
poem by Marx Morris Twumasi
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I'm So Sick! (10/18/2009)
I'm so sick
of everyone wanting me to do everything
I'm so sick
of people massing with my heart.
I'm so sick
of just you being you.
I'm so sick
of the loneliness.
I'm so sick
of the pain.
I'm so sick
of people telling me what to eat and what not to eat.
I'm so sick
it killing me inside
i just want it to end
plz make it stop
I'm just so sick
of it all
plz stop it!
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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Bird Flu
As the flu flies
What foolish things can we do
To stop people from getting the flu?
Stop what we are doing
That would be our death
Imagine not going to work
Play and rest?
The flu is something
That affects so many others
It is not supposed to come here
And if it does,
I have a suggestion,
Why don't we get a hunting for a cure,
And send it to South Texas
With our Vice President
And let him take a shot at the cure!
poem by Nadalia Bagratuni
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Don't Stop, Spread The Jams!
Conversations that no one's supposed to hear
My thoughts are hazy, but the weather says it's clear
Please don't confuse what was said with what you heard
Destroy the meaning to the point of the absurd
Oh it's a thought, full of rot
Take what you got, it hits the spot
So you can be all that you can
Oh it's a trip, so unhip
Watch out don't slip, give it some zip
And put some action to your plan!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's your pick, call it sick
But make it click, and watch it stick
Just make sure you understand
Go on attack, don't look back
You cannot lack, break from the pack
Get your head out of the sand!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Looking thru the reflection in the mirror
An inspiration for the failure that looms near
Pollute the principle, distort the truth and find
Take one step further, and you're still three steps behind
Don't stop, you gotta spread the jam!
Slip out the door but don't lock it, you will return
It is not the action but from the thought you will learn
Pay attention...pay the price, then count your change
Flip flop the average, what was normal now is strange
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's a thought, full of rot
Take what you got, it hits the spot
So you can be all that you can
Oh it's a trip, so unhip
Watch out don't slip, give it some zip
And put some action to your plan!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's your pick, call it sick
But make it click, and watch it stick
Just make sure you understand
Go on attack, don't look back
You cannot lack, break from the pack
Get your head out of the sand!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Don't Stop, Spread The Jam!
Muir-Trujillo-Siegel-Pleasants- (4:00)
Conversations that no one's supposed to hear
My thoughts are hazy, but the weather says it's clear
Please don't confuse what was said with what you heard
Destroy the meaning to the point of the absurd
Oh it's a thought, full of rot
Take what you got, it hits the spot
So you can be all that you can
Oh it's a trip, so unhip
Watch out don't slip, give it some zip
And put some action to your plan!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's your pick, call it sick
But make it click, and watch it stick
Just make sure you understand
Go on attack, don't look back
You cannot lack, break from the pack
Get your head out of the sand!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Looking thru the reflection in the mirror
An inspiration for the failure that looms near
Pollute the principle, distort the truth and find
Take one step further, and you're still three steps behind
Don't stop, you gotta spread the jam!
Slip out the door but don't lock it, you will return
It is not the action but from the thought you will learn
Pay attention...pay the price, then count your change
Flip flop the average, what was normal now is strange
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's a thought, full of rot
Take what you got, it hits the spot
So you can be all that you can
Oh it's a trip, so unhip
Watch out don't slip, give it some zip
And put some action to your plan!
Don't stop, spread the jam!
Oh it's your pick, call it sick
But make it click, and watch it stick
Just make sure you understand
Go on attack, don't look back
You cannot lack, break from the pack
Get your head out of the sand!
Don't stop, spread the jam
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Happy Doctors’ Day,2008
All doctors are not demi-gods;
No doctor is miraculous;
All doctors are human beings,
Who help the sick and try to cure.
But doctors deal with human lives;
The profession’s noblest of all;
The Healer is Almighty God;
The doctor is His instrument.
The world is rife with ailments new;
The doctor strives his best to cure;
The doctor lessens suffering;
The miracles are done by God.
Yet, newer therapies have come;
The future for patients is bright;
Let people be more health-aware,
And live lives longer happily.
‘A Happy Doctors’ Day, ’08! ’
Pray God gives cures for more ailments;
The body’s, mind’s health stands foremost;
The doctor is like you, human.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-1-2008
poem by John Celes
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OH! I can't SAY that....(a revision)
I'm sick of f\%king Facebook,
sick of emails,
sick of people talking,
sick of my work radio beeping,
I'm sick of words.
I am being cluttered to death by words....
I am sick of listening to crazies on the bus,
sick of television spewing out banality.
Sick of voices, sick of billboards, sick of typing.
I am word sick.
I am sick of people
The more they let me know them the less I care.
I don't care what your baby did.
don't give a f$ck about what you ate for dinner.
I don't even f*ckin care if your grandpa died.
Sick, sick, sick, I am making myself sick
just writing this sh#t down.
Nothing anyone has to say is of any importance at all
that includes me.
I am drowning in words, and voices, and mundane ideas.
I am sick of people trying to 'set the world on fire'
But I do wish them luck....
because some men just want to see the world burn.
I'm sick of f&cking texts and even more sick of phone calls.
I am sick of adverts on the telly.
I am fed up with peoples life stories.
I don't care what you have been through,
as long as you will let me sleep with you.
And I will only sleep with you
if you promise to wear a ball gag.
poem by Brevet Wilson
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He is Sick (the monologue of a sick)
I am sick
weak
shouldn't you seek me?
shouldn't you accuse yourselves
when they refuse to see?
I am sick
and I cry
I am sick
and I scream
because I am sick
but even if I extirpate my throat
to show you the way I am cold
and alone
you wouldn't listen to me
Would you listen to me?
Do you hear me?
I am sick
Damn you fools
you can stop believing
if you need
but you cannot stop to believe
you are weak
weaker than me.
And you cannot stop believing
it is intriguing
it is crucial
yet not essential
and it is your fate
to let me die
it is your fate
to hunter your pride
and leave me sick
here, I lay sick
here, you made your God sick
my dear children, my perished humans
you hailed me here
where you left me
sick
and weak.
poem by Katerina Val
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Take Me To The Sunshine
I've been working too hard at the office all year
I've been saving all my days for a break
So I've gotta get away with my baby for a time
If it's just for my sanity's sake
Nothing but work and never no play
Make Jack a dull boy or so they say
And nothing in the world gonna make me stay
I've just got to get away for a day
Oh the smog in the city is clogging up my head
And the noise of the traffic and the poison lead
Too many people I must confess
I'm looking for the cure of a terminal stress
Take me to the sunshine
Take me to the sun
It's a perfect paradise and their ain't no trick
You can walk, you can run, play golf 'til you're sick
Swim all day, you can dance all night
You can even fall in love if you're feeling right
The surf will roar and the birds will sing
And the warm wind sighs as you practice your swing
And the cares of the world will fade away
As you watch the sun setting on a golden bay
They say that modern man needs to find himself
And what's bad for his spirit is bad for his health
And when the world's used up and there's nowhere else
You'll realise mother nature is the Commonwealth
Take me to the sunshine
Take me to the sun
Take me to the sunshine
Take me to the sun
I've been working too hard at the office all year
I've been saving all my days for a break
So I've gotta get away with my baby for a time
If it's just for my sanity's sake
Nothing but work and never no play
Make Jack a dull boy or so they say
And nothing in the world gonna make me stay
I've just got to get away for a day
Oh the smog in the city is clogging up my head
And the noise of the traffic and the poison lead
Too many people I must confess
I'm looking for the cure of a terminal stress
song performed by by Sting
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Summertime Blues
Well Im gonna raise a fuss
And Im gonna raise a holler
About workin all summer
Just tryin to earn a dollar
Well, I went to my boss
Who governs me
He said, no, dice, bud
You gotta work late
Sometime I wonder
What Im gonnna do
There aint no cure
For the summertime blues
Well, my mom and papa told me
Now you better earn some money
If one of you is gonna go
Ridin next sunday
Well, I didnt go to work
I told my boss I was sick
He said, you cant use the car
cause you didnt work a lick
Sometime I wonder
What Im gonnna do
There aint no cure
For the summertime blues
Gonna save two weeks
Gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problem
To the united nations
Well, I went to my congressman
He sent me back a note
It said, id like to help you, hon
But youre too young to vote
Sometime I wonder
What Im gonnna do
There aint no cure
For the summertime blues
Now there aint no cure
For the summertime blues
Now there aint no cure
For the summertime blues
song performed by by James Taylor
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Summertime Blues
Im gonna raise a fuss
Im gonna raise a holler
About workin all summer
Just-a trying to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby
And ask her to date
My boss says uh duh son you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder
What im-a gonna do
But there aint no cure
For the summertime blues
Well my mama papa told me
Son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car
To go ridin next sunday
Well, I didnt go to work
So my pa said I was sick
You cant use the car
cuz you didnt work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what lm-a gonna do
But there aint no cure for the summertime blues
Im going to take your wish
Gonna have a fine vacation
Lm gonna take my problem
Through the united nations
Well I called my congressman
And he said to woe
Ld like to help you son
But youre too young to vote
Sometimes I wonder what lm-a gonna do
But there aint no cure
For the summertime blues
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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World Tb Day,2012
(Part of celebrations at IRT PMC, Perundurai)
A hundred years ago, Koch found
The bacillus causing TB,
That gave the world's scientists the ground
To find the drugs as remedy.
Then, TB was a pandemic,
And was called ‘Consumption' that killed
The high and low, as all turned sick
And sanatoria all filled.
Most people feared the ‘phthisis' much;
And treatment was by good food, air;
And nurses gave the magic touch
Of kindness, tender loving care.
The bacilli by droplets spread
To lungs, and every body part;
The person melted, ridden-bed -
A downhill course right from the start!
Then came the anti-TB drugs
That inhibited growth of rod;
A prolonged course thus healed the lungs:
A two year treatment looking odd!
A hundred years from then, today,
Disease is rampant in third world,
As many people huddled stay;
HIV heralds ‘Abscess Cold'!
There is a cure for TB now,
As DOTS and DOTS PLUS can save most;
Unhalted stays the disease, oh,
As people die or it turns worst!
Resistant strains emerge out fast,
Though patients can be healed at home;
No more the disease looks aghast,
As ‘six-months' treatment is welcome!
Yet, millions continue to die,
Despite new drugs and early finds
Of cases, testing that can't lie,
And cures are rather very high!
The war against TB must wage;
The dreaded disease must be stopped;
No one shall die in any age;
Resistant strains must all be mopped!
Let's contribute our mite today;
The fight to STOP TB is on;
All third world nations must find way
As newer diseases are born!
Thank Robert Koch for his work hard;
Thank scientists who find newer drugs;
Thank doctors, nurses in each ward;
All sputa must be freed off bugs!
Written by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Dean & Prof. of Medicine, IRT PMC, PERUNDURAI
and Dedicated to 'World TB DAY 2012'
‘STOP TB IN YOUR LIFETIME! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 17-03-2012
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Summertime Blues
(eddie cochran)
Well Im gonna raise a fuss and Im gonna raise a holler
Ive been working all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Well the time will come when baby, I try to get a date
My boss says [no dice, girl, you gotta work late.]
Sometimes I wonder what Im a-gonna do
But there aint no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom and brother told me girl you gotta make some money
If you want to use the car to go riding next sunday
Well I didnt go to work--i told the boss I was sick
[you cant use the car cause you didnt work late.]
Sometimes I wonder what Im a-gonna do
But there aint no cure for the summertime blues
Im gonna take two weeks--gonna have a fine vacation
Gonna take my problem to the united nations
Well I called the congressman and he said quote
[Id like to help you honey but youre too young to vote.]
Sometimes I wonder what Im a-gonna do
And there aint no cure for the summertime blues
Aint no cure
No no
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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I Wish If I Were
I wish if I had a magic stick
To become the Peace
To enter all the hearts
To stop all the fights.
To Light up the roads
To arouse the dead pities
To bring back all stolen rights
To become the Happiness
To take away all the saddnesses of the hearts
To make all people smile
To spread the kindness all over the world
To become the Hope
To fly over the world
To spread blessings For the hopless hearts
To become the Honesty
To ban all the iies
To enter every soul To make them learn
The value of the right
To become the Healthiness
To jump among the people
To cure every wound
To revive all the sufferings
All over the world
To become the Wisdom
To light the minds
To spread the light
And ban the dark.
To become the Love song
With every mention the word of love
To wipe away the tears
Of hungry and the poor kids
To make them smile
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The Poet as a Feeler of Pain
What makes a poet?
Many have tried to guess.
Is it a voice
like a conduit,
a plainspokenness to grief,
the hairs of the head
dancing on end,
the blood swarming
with the voices
of all those who have died,
will die,
& will also be born?
Is it a catch
in the throat
that awakens the eyes,
is it in the eyes themselves
or is it something
in the heart?
I think it is pain-
an openness to pain,
so that the least leaf
cuts the hand
& the smallest tear
cuts the cheek
like jagged crystal,
so that the world
is a sick infant
& the poet its mother,
praying, crooning, promising
to be good
if only the cure
takes.
There is, of course,
no cure.
Poetry does not cure
the poet
& the poet
does not cure the world.
Usually he catches
the world's diseases
& dies
even before his time.
But against all odds
& all indifference,
another one is born.
The world must have
someone to feel its pain
& speak of it.
The poet is that mouth.
poem by Erica Jong
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Metal Health
Well I'm an axegrinder Piledriver
Mother says that I never never mind her
Got no brains I'm insane
Teacher says that I'm one big pain
I'm like a laser 6-streamin' razor
I got a mouth like an alligator
I want it louder
More power
I'm gonna rock ya till it strikes the hour
Bang your head! Metal Health'll drive you mad
Band your head! Metal Health'll drive you mad
Well I'm remonstrated
Outdated I really want to be over-rated
I'm a finder and I'm a keeper
I'm not a loser and I ain't no weeper
I got the boys to make the noise
Won't ever let up
Hope it annoys you
Join the pack
Fill the crack
Well now you're here
There's no way back
Bang your head! Metal Health'll drive you mad
Bang your head! Metal Health'll drive you mad
Metal Health'll cure your crazy
Metal Health'll cure your mad
Metal Health is what we all need
It's what you have to have
[Solo]
Bang your head
Wake the dead
We're all metal mad
It's all you have
So bang your head
And raise the dead
Oh yeah!
Metal Health
It's not too bad
Bad Bad
Oh get your straight-jackets on tonight Oh
Bang your head! Metal health'll drive you mad
The bad boys are gonna set you right Rock on Rock on Rock on
Bang your head! Metal health'll drive you mad
Bang your head!
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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