100 days as Medical College Dean (A)
A hundred days have gone off
With me as Dean – I laugh;
I love my every staff
My anger, I now quaff!
The work is tough and dreary;
But I am never weary;
And I can never hurry;
My life has become starry!
I don’t know where to I head;
I’m happy mostly instead;
But it was all from my God
This seems a blessing / rod.
I have no other go
Than labor for friend and foe;
The work is lovely, oh!
Unlike one with a hoe.
Taking charge as Dean,
Busy, I have been;
Work of God’s Hand unseen;
My life has turned serene!
October 13th day,
2008, I say;
I heard the news that may
Change my earthly way.
I’d prayed a lot to Al-
Mighty give me the new call;
My duty is to all;
No more will I ev’r fall!
Befitting was I, I asked?
To God I prayed and prayed;
But fit, God me had made
With glory not to fade!
But in case, I was not,
To make me fit, God ought.
This was my only thought;
As God I fully sought!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-27-2009
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If I Prayed For You... (I Just Did)
if i prayed for you,
with the eyes of a child,
beaten, bruised, and hungry...
would you see, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with an old man's hands,
hard, calloused, and gentle...
would you feel, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with a mother's tears,
her daughter raped by your soldiers...
would you change, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with a homeless man's heart,
a human story untold...
would you care, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with a farmer's faith,
plowing and planting unseen...
would you believe, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
from a soldier's conviction,
who laid down his guns and walked away...
would you be inspired, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with a real doctor's conscience,
who made his life's work for the poor...
would you love, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
with the protester's courage,
beaten and arrested for the truth...
would you live, would you know?
if i prayed for you,
from the heart of god,
revealing holy desire....
hey, i just did!
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I Prayed For You An Angel
I prayed for you an Angel
It's there watching over you
To help to console you
At times you are feeling blue
I prayed for you an Angel
To help to keep you in line
To keep you from all trouble
On days your sun won't shine
I prayed for you an Angel
To come from Heaven above
To comfort you in sorrow
And surround you with Gods love
I prayed for you an Angel
To make sure you'd be alright
To follow you everywhere
And take care of you day and night
I prayed for you an Angel
I didn't know what else I could do
So I just prayed a simple prayer
Telling God how much I still need you
I prayed for you an Angel
To help your heart to mend
God must have granted this prayer
For I still have you as my friend
Wrote 8/22/2008 by Norman Hale Jr.
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Adieu, Dear Madam!
We’ll miss you for a very long time from now on;
It is sad that you will be really gone;
But problems do come in life unexpectedly;
And harsh decisions must be taken at times!
But you have taken the right decision today;
It is a bold one with sacrifice and selflessness;
We thank you for your help as a faculty;
The Dean thanks you for your work as VP.
Nevertheless, you are not scared to work honestly;
That is the advantage, you carry with you;
Things will be alright in a short while from now;
The mist of chaos will clear very soon.
We wish you ‘All the best in life’ in the new place;
You will rise up to a higher position in time;
God is with you wherever you go;
Things will be fine and bliss will abound.
We’ll surely miss you, I can assure;
But things must happen the way they must;
You will be in our hearts and minds;
Separations are just transitory.
May God bless you in your new workplace!
May God bless your family!
May God give you years of health!
May God give you the needed wealth!
Dear Dr. B.K.Padmavathi M.D., ‘Wish you the very best! ’
From Dean and all faculty and Staff of IRT, PMC.
Copyright by Dr John celes 06-30-2010
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Work To Work
Happy too
Work...
Un happy too
work...
Love too
Woork...
With out love too
Work...
Silentely work...
Tenson to work...
Peace too work...
Diperession to work...
Work with work...
Any time do any
Work...
Work is give for
Human...
Relax and releave...
Sad too work...
Woory too work...
Work too work...
Work is wondrfully
Changed your and your's life
Each every day
Don't take un wanted rest
With your's lazey...
Lazy making
Sad... dipression...
Tenson...
Useless thinking...
So...
Work is wonder fully
Chnage to change for your's...
Mind and thinking and your's life...
Woo
Work to work with you
And other's...
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To People in High Public Office…
Keep God as first: All things will fall in line!
Keep health second and earthly life is fine;
Keep labor third; hard-work gives success prime;
Keep truth as fourth: wealth will perish with time!
Work for the nation and your fellow-men;
Work for the upliftment of all brethren;
Work zealously: don’t steal from men, women:
Remember your account-day to heaven!
Just keep the code that God has set for all;
Sins of all kinds become a mighty wall;
Corruption is your ‘cancer’ without cure;
Accountable is everyone for sure.
Don’t kill a human being unjustly;
Don’t use your ‘high-office’ much selfishly;
Let vice not rule your body, heart and mind;
Live by your conscience: all joys you’ll find!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-16-2010
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Mighty Mum!
As Mighty Mum prepared her day,
Her little list grew long,
But she cast all her doubts away,
My word, she's really strong!
Her faith was but a mustard seed,
A teeny-weeny thing,
Yet she knew where such faith could lead,
What wonders God could bring!
As Mighty Mum, with kids in tow,
Drove onwards to their school,
She prayed their minds would someday know
That love's the Golden Rule...
If not for love, she'd stand no chance!
Her powers soon would fade...
She knew God's powers would enhance
To help her make the grade...
As Mighty Mum kissed kids bye-bye,
She waved then bid farewell,
To speed along, morale still high,
As if saved by the bell...
Now orf to work! So orf she went
Intent to do her best,
Where every one was like a friend
By whom she was impressed...
As Mighty Mum arrived on time,
She organised each task,
As if each mountain meant to climb
And folks had but to ask...
She toiled and toiled and toiled and toiled,
Yet teamwork worked O.K.
Such that each setback had been foiled!
Yeah, praise the Lord! Hoorah!
As Mighty Mum left work once more,
The shopping must be done!
She'd saved a fortune that's for sure!
In fact, she thought it fun!
Then she drove home, then made the tea,
Then heard the mobile phone...
'Hey, Mighty Mum! It's half-past-three!
We're still at school alone! '
As Mighty Mum left home again,
She made her way to school,
She knew kids don't forget this when
Their Mum thinks she's so cool...
But Mighty Mum had come this far!
She prayed that she'd improve...
'God help me be their Superstar! '
And that's the Gospel Truth...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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I Prayed to God to Send Me A Friend
I prayed to God to send me a friend
Who had things in common with me
Someone who looks beyond here and now
Who lives life joyfully
I prayed to God to send me a friend
Because I was lonlely for someone who
Tries to walk in God's light, as is good and right
A friend who is honest and true
I prayed to God to send me a friend
Who nurtures me back in return
And talks of things that matters in life
Who's open to what life has to learn
I prayed to God to send me a friend
Who shows concern for me when I hurt
Someone who listens, when I have something to say
And who cares for me, even at my worst
I prayed to God to send me a friend
Who likes Irish music as I do
Someone who is proud of her culture and past
And enjoys a good verse or two
I prayed to God to send me a friend
And he listened to me too
My prayers have been answered, He sent me a friend
My good friend, he sent me........you.
poem by Kathleen West
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Congrats, Dear Doctor Couple Friends
Although awards are earthly gifts from men,
They serve to goad the fire that's heart within,
And help us do our duty much better,
And turn an example and trend-setter!
To be a good teacher is not a joke;
To be a good doctor requires work;
To be both needs much toil carrying yoke;
That you have both achieved this gives great mirth!
Thank God for being kind to doctors two;
A teacher's joy is granted to but few!
A doctor's job is noble to the core;
Make up your minds to serve God all the more.
Fondly dedicated to medical teacher colleagues,
Drs. Shanthi DGO & Rajendran M.S.,
by Dr.A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D., Dean
On behalf of all staff at IRT PMC& H, Perundurai.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-09-2012
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Happily Humble
I just heard the news... Kid, it made me smile
I know how much you are in love with love
I know how you've probably prayed above
You only had to wait a little while
Though I am lonely and missing you much
It's quite tough to not be happy for you
Because, in my heart, my heart always knew
Someone very soon would find your hand's touch
Too beautiful to go unseen for long
Far too talented to not cause some stir
Too classy to not attract some monsieur
But, still my heart hurts to see you move on
I'm not the first to watch my world crumble
Yet, her joy makes me happily humble
((July 14th,2008))
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Bible Stories: Jonah (Part IV)
Chapter 4:
What God had done, displeased Jonah;
In angry mood, he prayed,
‘I knew You’ll show clemency, Lord,
That’s why at first, I fled! ’
‘You’re a gracious, merciful God,
You’re slow to punish men;
And this is what I had said then;
You’re slow to anger, Lord! ’
‘Lord, take away my life from me,
’Tis better, I be dead! ’
God asked him, ‘Is your anger just? ’
Jonah had not replied.
He left the city to its east,
And built him small a hut;
And in its shade, waited to see,
What happened to men, beast!
God made a gourd plant grow over,
To give him more of shade;
Jonah was happy with cover,
His discomfort did fade!
Next day, God sent a worm to kill
The plant which withered fast;
The scorching sun then made him ill,
To faint, he turned almost.
The sun made Jonah angry more,
‘Better I die, ’ he said;
When God asked him, he thus replied,
‘The plant’s death made me sore! ’
And then the Lord explained Jonah,
‘You feel for gourd, not own.
You neither sowed the seed, nor raised,
The plant that lived one night! ’
‘Concerned are you, about a plant
For which you labored not;
And when it perished over-night,
You’re angry enough to die! ’
‘Oh, should I not show concern for
Great Nineveh city?
One twenty thousand men live there,
And beasts- what a pity? ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-25-2007
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Bible Stories: Jonah (Part II)
Chapter 2:
The Lord then sent a mighty fish
That swallowed Jonah whole;
And in its belly dark, he stayed,
For three days and three nights.
And from the belly of the fish,
Jonah prayed to the Lord:
‘In distress great, I call You God:
I cry to You for help! ’
Into the heart of sea, You cast
Me forth and flood covered;
I thought I was forever lost;
Would I see your temple?
The swirling sea threatened my life;
Sea-weeds clung to my head;
I plunged into the sea-abyss;
You brought me from the pit!
A giant fish then gulped me whole,
My soul fainted in me;
I prayed to You for mercy, Lord,
You heard my plaintive voice.
I praised You, Lord with all my heart
And vowed to sacrifice;
Deliver me from fish, O God:
Jonah was spat ashore!
(4-25-2007)
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Happy Marriage Anniversary, Dear Spouse!
Nineteen years of married life,
Despite many kinds of strife,
And problems almost so rife –
Yet, happy husband and his wife!
The key to success is hard-work,
Good understanding ’tween spouses,
And loving, obeying children –
A boon to marriage upon earth.
With God as guide, always beside,
And blessings coming from heaven,
Years pass peacefully, very fast –
The morrow can’t be worrisome!
The difference is in each one’s hands;
It doesn’t require magic wands;
A marriage between man, woman
Is always made by heaven’s nod!
Just put your faith in mighty God,
And do your duty despite odds;
Go by your conscience without pause;
Our earthly life has divine cause!
‘Happy Marriage Anniversary, Dear Spouse! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-29-2009
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An Angel Prayed For Me
An angel prayed for me today
I know this to be true..
She sent a pray into the wind to
Hasten the destination,
For my heart was burden down
So low,
With many troubles of this world,
None of an earthly gain..
An angel prayed for me today
This I know to be true,
I felt such serenity as the wind
Softly kiss my cheek..
An angel asked our father today
To lighten such heavy load..
Than, our father smiled at me and
Said,
Your guardian angel prayed with
You to make your days much easier,
An angel prayed for me today
For this I know is true..
Our father sent my guardian angel
And made my troubles descend
From me..
So I know an angel prayed for me
Today,
For our father said this to be true
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Pro-life…
I thank my mother,
Who brought me forth
Into the world,
God made, so bold.
And my dear father,
For doing his worth,
To raise me up,
With love-filled cup.
I admire them
For such strong faith,
And duty-minds -
Both rare are finds.
I was their child eighth,
Of ten children!
God blessed them well;
Their work was swell.
But had they stopped with
Just one or two,
Like how some did:
Oh, God forbid!
What lovely parents
They turned to be,
And lived all life,
Despite much strife
If not for them both
What would I be?
-An abortus
Or dead fetus!
The love of Maker,
Good parents give
To children all,
When they are small
Such children bring them
Blessings from God,
And intense mirth,
Right here on earth.
I thank you parents;
I thank you God,
For gift of birth,
And lovely earth.
Just think of parents
Who do abort,
Against God’s will,
By their weak will.
Their life will be filled
With emptiness;
Their guilt and sins
Makes life non-sense.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2008
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Sonnet: Why Waste …?
Why waste your voice, extolling men on earth,
Who don’t deserve the smallest praise, you give?
Why waste your life in earthly aims since birth,
When there are better things for which to live?
Why waste your talents, earning name and fame,
When nothing we can take back when we die?
Why waste your precious days in acts of shame,
When we can thank the Lord and God, Most High?
Why waste your labor, building things that break,
When you can share the love of God with all?
Why waste your life in taking risks to make
One skyscraper, that must anytime fall?
Why waste God-given time in sin and vice,
When God expects us to remain soul-wise?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-9-2008
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Happy Birthday
A birthday comes just once a year;
Love the day when you were born!
That day, you feel so very dear:
Love the dawn of this special morn!
May be, you feel a bit older,
But your heart is young as ever;
May be, you turn somewhat bolder;
Your mind feels happy as never!
A birthday makes you grow in age;
It brings for you a great message:
‘Enjoy the life that God gives you;
Forget the past that’s weary too! ’
From this day, you must not ev’r cry;
From this day, to laugh more, you try;
This day, you ought to always smile;
This day brings fond memories awhile!
dear Mrs. Latha Vivek
From, Dean, V.P. AND ALL STAFF, PMC
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-10-2010
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Answered Prayers
I prayed for riches, and achieved success;
All that I touched turned into gold. Alas!
My cares were greater and my peace was less,
When that wish came to pass.
I prayed for glory, and I heard my name
Sung by sweet children and by hoary men.
But ah! the hurts – the hurts that come with fame.
I was not happy then.
I prayed for Love, and had my heart’s desire.
Through quivering heart and body, and through brain,
There swept the flame of its devouring fire,
And but the scars remain.
I prayed for a contented mind. At length
Great light upon my darkened spirit burst.
Great peace fell on me also, and great strength –
Oh, had that prayer been first!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sonnet: Some Keys to Success
Mere labor can’t give success in our life;
Our perseverance is more important;
Some luck and pluck may work out amidst strife;
God gives us wisdom when prayers we chant.
Man’s struggle is futile without God’s part;
Impeccable schedules and plans don’t work;
Man’s nurtured talents may further his art;
God’s blessings serve as final finish stroke!
Man by himself cannot do many things;
Great feats are done with God as Friend and Guide;
Money and power fail even for kings;
Our common-sense helps us life’s waves to ride!
Our earthly feats must help fellow creatures;
Mundane pastures evoke divine raptures!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-26-2006
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Work As A Daily Prayer
my friend prayed five times a day
but did not really love his work
day in and day out he tried to avoid
what he was supposed to do
until one day someone wise cornered him
'My friend, you sure have problem
working ah but you sure love god so much
try treating your work as prayers too
for that is the best thing you can offer up
to God everyday. No other prayer could
have pleased him more.'
he changed and his luck too - he just heard
he would be getting a raise.
he thanks God a thousand times
his prayers have finally been heard
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St. Leonard
Of Frankish noble stock was born
Saint Leonard in 5th century.
His people were king’s courtiers
Of Clovis I, a pagan king;
He prayed to God for safe childbirth
and queen had a safe delivery.
The queen had joked to Leonard once
To stop an army’s invasion,
And Leonard prayed to living God,
And turned the battle’s tide, his side!
The king and many others got
Converted to Christianity;
Leonard had rode a donkey all day,
And got the land from king afree!
There-in, he built his monastery
And lived a hermit’s life austere
Preaching about the God, one true;
His brother Lifiard turned a saint!
Leonard then went to Limousin,
A forest where he lived alone,
a life of solitude and ate
just herbs and fruits found in the wild.
Converting those who came his way,
releasing prisoners by his sway,
he turned a saint and passed away.
They built some churches in his name:
the patron saint of prisoners all;
women in labor, locksmiths, miners.
Nov 6th is St. Leonard’s feast day.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-11-11
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