Lamp-lighting By Nurses
By lamps, you light although daylight,
You light the world of darkened lives
Of ailing patients and dying,
Giving them hope of life quite bright!
The lamps you hold by hand today
Affirm your wish to toil always,
Relieving pain and sufferings
Of sick, diseased brethren all day!
Like ‘Lady with the lamp’ you show
Your heart has love and compassion
For mankind sick and afflicted;
To God, the Healer, you thus bow!
The lamps will show the world around
That nurses are a noble lot
Who sacrifice their lives and time
To make everybody’s health sound!
May nurses fill the world with cheer!
Like Nightingale, serve sick always;
Your work is more than gold, aye, dear!
Be bold but kind to human race!
Fondly dedicated to the ‘I Batch’
Of IRT SON students and staff
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International Nurses’ Day,2009
Long time ago, a Nightingale
In human form, from Florence town,
Had rent the air, with tunes of joy,
Comfort and hope and painfree days,
For ailing souls and suffering ones,
And those about to die!
Known as the ‘Lady with the Lamp’,
She went across from bed to bed,
In hospitals and zones of war,
To heal the sick and bandage wounds,
From dawn to dusk and through the night,
With smiling face that made all bright!
The Founder of the nursing stock,
Had left her hundreds of her flock,
To render loving care for all
Diseased and sick, in throes of death,
Awaiting exit from this earth,
To where, suffering has no birth!
May nurses all, follow her call,
To render service globally,
To patients distressed by disease,
In times of war and times of peace,
And make the earth a paradise,
For just a paltry price!
The world can’t go on sans nurses!
The profession must noble stay;
And bestow love that patients need,
By selfless service, without greed.
Greetings to nurses on this day!
Let fame and fortune come your way;
All doctors join me, just to say,
‘A Truly, Happy Nurses’ Day! ’
Fondly dedicated to all nurses,
By the Dean, IRT PMC, Perundurai.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-12-2009
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Nurses
They console those who feel deprived;
They comfort those about to die;
They give tender and loving care;
They relieve pain by their kind talk
They bandage wounds that bleed so much;
They start the drips that sustain life;
They give life-saving oxygen;
They care for sick by day and night.
They advise patients to be good;
They scold the ones who don’t keep rules;
They wish them ‘good morning’, ‘good night’,
They tuck them snugly when they sleep.
They feed those who can’t eat themselves;
They make them swallow bitter pills;
They tell them what cleanliness is;
They bid good-bye when discharged well.
They stay awake by their bed-side;
They call relatives when needed;
They say kind words that heal like drugs;
They empathize when things go wrong.
They show great love for suffering souls;
They serve the young and old when sick;
They respect human life on earth;
They are like angels right from birth.
The world depends on nurses much;
Nurses are health-providers too;
They are a boon and main pillars
Of global health care delivery.
O Florence Nightingale’s found souls;
Your work is more than weight in gold;
God bless your divine earthly roles
You’re always noble in this world.
God surely will reward you well.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-8-2008
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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!
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Reminiscences of Our Alma Mater Silver Jubilee Meet of '87 Batch of PSGIMS&R
A quarter century has gone,
Since we had become medicos!
We can't believe the fleeting time
That changed us, and the world around.
Those years when we had joined this place,
It was not full of comforts much;
But now our Alma Mater is
A med-city within city!
How time has changed the landscape past!
New blocks have sprung up very fast;
A few teachers who taught us here
Remain slogging for students dear!
The knowledge they had shared with us
Has made us whatever we are;
We thank our teachers dear from heart,
Who lit the lamps in our lives then.
The campus brings us ev'rgreen thoughts
Of days when we were students here;
Despite the toil and struggles past,
We are better than what we'd thought!
We see our teachers somewhat old;
Whatev'r they told us was like gold;
We see our batchmates' kith and kin;
Our life on earth has been a win!
Our hearts are filled with emotions
Of pleasant thoughts of our stay here;
Though we may change akin fashions,
Our love for Alma Mater's clear!
We thank the Management, Trustees,
Who did so much to make us, Docs;
We thank those who helped treat disease,
And God, who made us priceless rocks!
Our job on earth is just begun;
We love to serve our sick brethren;
There are more good things to be done;
We want to make our earth, heaven!
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Happy World Nurses Day 2012! ' (Advance Wishes from a Doctor)
Nurses are …
The ones who aid the doctors heal,
With tender loving care;
The ones who watch the patients feel
The pain, and help them fare!
The ones who stay bed-side and see
The sufferings of those ill;
The ones who treat the malady
By checking drugs and bill!
The ones who say words of kindness
To allay fear, console;
The ones who bring back happiness
To patients by their role!
The ones who make the beds for sick,
And tuck them off to sleep;
The ones who raise, bring down the wick,
Responding to each beep!
The ones who work the magic full,
And keep the ailing clean;
Those ones bring heaven upon hell,
To sick in earthly scene!
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IRT School Of Nursing Alma Mater Song
Of School of Nursing, IRT,
We students are ready
To serve the sick and dying ones:
Patients who flock to us.
Today we all are poised to sing
And dance with joy and fly,
Like nightingales upon the tree
Of planet earth’s one life.
We are now trained quite pretty well,
Eager to serve the sick;
The time has come to toll the bell,
And burn life’s candle’s wick!
The years had passed off rather fast;
The life we spent was great;
We carry memories of past,
Ev’rgreen in mind’s, heart’s slate.
The campus green with foliage,
And birds of every kind;
And pea-fowls filled up our life’s page,
Snakes, scorpions we find.
The classrooms were both warm and cold;
Yet, teachers taught us well;
Their words were lettered in pure gold;
Our future work will tell.
Today, we take our steps outside
The campus that we loved;
With God and wisdom us beside,
We buds are well-flowered!
A noble cause, awaits us all –
To care for patients sick;
Glad that we heard Florence’s call,
We move ahead to prick!
We thank our nursing teachers who
Worked hard to change our fate;
We thank the doctors who shared too,
Their knowledge until date.
We thank our parents who stood by
Our problems in our life;
We thank the Maker, Almighty,
Who helped us face all strife.
A golden future awaits us!
There’s lots of work to do;
Life will award rewards and bliss;
We bid ‘Adieu’ to you.
Most lovingly dedicated to
The Principal, Staff and students of
IRT SON, Perundurai
By the Dean, Dr.A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-12-11
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To Nurses on Valentine’s Day,2011
Each one is my dear valentine;
Each unforgettable;
Like sun and moon, you ever shine,
You are admirable!
Just share your love with all brethren;
Your patients need much care;
By sharing love, earth turns heaven;
Then sufferings are rare!
You nightingales can sing good songs,
And make all dance to tune;
Nevertheless, avoid all wrongs;
To vice, become immune!
Give love to unwanted babies;
Comfort the dying ones;
Give ailing people, mental peace;
Let sweet words spill in tons!
Spread happiness in every way,
Be kind to all around;
Love cures more illnesses each day,
Like rain upon parched ground.
Dean has a place within his heart
For everyone of you;
In earthly life, just do your part;
Then success smiles on you.
“Wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day,2011”
Fondly dedicated to all nursing staff & student nurses of
IRT School of Nursing, Perundurai.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-02-’11
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Tis Thanks - Giving Time
With just two years for Diamond jubilee,
We Stanleyans meet once again this year;
Eight years had passed since Golden jubilee,
Our batch-mates join with kith and kin and dear!
We thank God first for His immense kindness,
He blessed our lives in much strange ways so far;
We thank Him for His enormous fondness
for us, all doctors without any bar!
Our life on earth was great enough, we think;
We had our days of woes and quarrels, mirth;
Life gave us experiences fit to ink;
We thank our parents for this useful birth!
We thank our teachers who moulded our clay
to take on challenges in life always;
We thank our friends for love we couldn’t repay,
and neighbours who helped us to spend our days!
Our life on earth was worth living life-time!
We thank the stars for giving us the chance;
Our labour paid off well and made us prime;
We still can work and pray and sing and dance!
Our hearts go out to those unfortunate,
Who could not see the light of world, unborn!
We thank our patients who with pleasure wait
to seek our consultation from each morn!
Their gladness knew no bounds when we could heal;
Our hearts were very sad when we could not;
Nevertheless, it was life’s game and deal;
We can’t describe the satisfaction got!
We thank the Maker who healed all the sick;
Our roles were small when lives returned, though gone;
We were just candle-wax; God was lit-wick!
We had to melt to light the world, though dawn!
We thank our students who became our peers;
We thank our nation for giving us fame;
We thank our college for making us seers;
We thank all souls who helped attain our aim!
We thank the day for affording this meet;
Our joy is great to speak to batch-mates old;
With evergreen memories and love, we greet!
Our achievements were far better than gold!
We are not scared of death and have no fear
as life was fine, and eyes have become dim!
We know our day to leave this earth is near,
for Maker calls us mortals to meet Him!
Fondly dedicated by Dr. A. Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Dean, IRT Perundurai Medical College, Perundurai, ERODE
to beloved Dr. TGR’s batch of Medical professionals
from Stanley Medical College, Chennai on 06-12-11 Meet
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Sick all
Sick for all...
All are sick...
Today...
Morden world...
Sick is not disease
Sick is little of
Back pain...
Little of leg pain...
Little of sneezy...
Little of head ache...
Little of tired....
All are sick...
Sick for all...above
With a badley life style...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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World Nurses’ Day,2010
Let love of money never interfere
With sacrificial service for mankind,
In times of ailments, distress, agony,
In noble profession on earth – Nursing.
Let duty to the suffering patients stay
Paramount all life, mitigating pain;
Let selflessness prevail in loving care
Of brethren moribund, in throes of death.
Let love of profession afill the hearts
Those follow Florence Nightingale’s footsteps;
Let God reward thee amply for thy work
In saving lives and curing diseases.
May thy noble profession remain so!
Let ethics not be ignored any day;
Let loving care of human beings make
The earth a paradise to some extent!
‘May God bless all nurses on this most wonderful Day! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-05-2010
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I Am Sick....
I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.
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Callin In Sick
Hit my snooze alarm for the 27th time
Just dont feel like goin to work - I think Ill call my boss, then im
Gonna hack and cough and wheeze
Swear Ive got some strange disease
Whats that little twerp gonna say?
Hey
Im callin in sick today
Callin in sick today
I could shine my pennies or clean my lava lamp
I could spend all day in my underwear watching ernest goes to camp
I could sit and count my hair
I could burp my tupperware
Im not busy now anyway
Hey
Im callin in sick today
Callin in sick today
Aint goin to work, no way
Callin in sick today
I can do anything I want to
I am invincible now
Im on fire, baby
Im alive, Im alive, can you hear me, world?
Im alive!
Maybe Ill spend all day staring at the sun
And trying not to squint
Maybe Ill make a huge color tapestry from
My belly button lint
When Im sick of takin abuse
I just make up some lame excuse
Freedoms just seven digits away
Hey
Im callin in sick today
Callin in sick today
Aint goin to work, no way
Callin in sick today
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Weary
Aw, I'm sick o' the whole darn human race,
An' I'm sick o' this mundane ball;
I'm sick o' the sight o' me brother's face,
An' his works an' talk an' all;
I'm sick o' the silly sounds I hear,
I'm sick o' the sights I see;
Ole Omar K. he knew good cheer,
An' it's much the same with me.
Gimme a bit o' a bough to sit
Beneath, an' a book of rhyme,
An' a cuddlemsome girl that sings a bit,
But don't sing all the time:
That's all I ask, an' it's only just;
For it's all that I hold dear
A bough an' a book an' a girl an' a crust;
That, an' a jug o' beer.
Then I'll cuddle me girl an' I'll quaff me ale
As we sit on the leafy floor;
An' when the book an' the beer jug fail,
I'll cuddle me girl some more.
For jugs give out an' books get slow.
But you can take my tip for square
Tho' the bough an' the book an' the beer jug go,
The girl, she's always there.
For I'm sick o' the sight o' me brother's face,
An' the world's a sight too slow;
An' I'm sick o' tryin' to go the pace,
When there ain't no pace to go;
I'm sick o' the 'gilded halls of vice,'
An' I'm sick o' the 'sainted shrine,'
I'm sick o' me own an' me friends' advice,
An' the gold that won't be mine.
I'm sick o' the sound o' me fellow's voice,
I'm sick o' his schemes an' shams;
O' trying to choose when there ain't no choice,
An' of damin' several dams;
So, gimme a girl that ain't too slow,
You can keep your book of rhyme,
An' you bough an' bread an' your beer. Wot O!
An' I'll cuddle her all the time.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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He Talk I Am Sick
Yes i am sick because i can not standing on the street call out customer.
Yes i am sick because i can not go to Hotel with any customer after work.
Yes i am sick because i do not from far away come to beg an other men be father for the kid without marriage.
Yes i am sick because i do not going with the man i do never know before go to any where his country to make memories.
Yes i am sick because i do not sell my body.
Yes i am sick because i do not send my nude pictures to any man exchange some things.
Yes i am sick because i am not cheap women
Yes i am sick because i can not sleep with any men.
Yes i am sick because i am have only one Heart.
Yes i am sick because i can not betray without this love.
Yes i am sick because i must to hold on any things insult from the man without reason.
Yes i am sick because i am alway talking the truth.
Yes i am sick because i can not do any things or talk any things when i want to do i want to talk.
Yes i am sick because i am stupid, i am real in Love.
Yes that it is reason i am Sick.
Angel Aki
poem by Ester Worter
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Sick of Being Sick
I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
poem by Shelby Brockway
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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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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
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Sick Of Living
Sick of living
Sick of pain
Sick of rejection
Sick of humanity
Sick of everything.
I'm sorry for the pain I have caused.
I'm sorry for the things I've done wrong.
I'm sorry for the bad things about me.
I'm sorry for the world being so shitty.
I'm sorry for it all.
I can only hope you will forgive me.
I can only hope that things will get better.
I can only hope for release.
I can only hope for the pain to stop.
poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die
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Sicckk
sick of it..
im so sick of it
im sick of waking up in the morning.
im sick of you saying im nothing,
im sick of you calling me down.
im sick of you drinking all the time. |
im sick of you blaming everything on meh.
im sick of you
im sick of this
im sick of everything..
but must of all your the one im sick of..
i relise your the reson for my pain...
sorry mom..
its time for me to goo..
poem by Cheylayna Bear
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