Sonnet: Congrats Doctor GB!
He started off as Teacher medical,
Surgeon’d his way up dizzy heights ’yond rest;
A doctor had to remain ethical,
Although a business-man, one of the best!
He burnt the mid-night oil and healed the sick;
His patient’s life was precious-most to him;
He laid the Health-care Foundation by brick,
And fought life’s battles for his patients grim.
His love utmost and tender-care paid off!
He pulled off cures, miraculous indeed;
Assisted by his dynamic, good staff,
He forged ahead; for knowledge, he had greed!
Awards did come for paths chosen were tough;
Only his heart knew weathers that were rough!
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Sonnet: Advice to Doctors
No patient’s mine; no patient remains yours;
The patient comes and goes from Doc to Doc;
If he improves, we simply then rejoice,
Though God’s the key to the diagnostic-lock!
All patients ail and expect some relief;
A doctor’s duty is to help him out;
All patients speak the truth; Time is the thief;
To use his knowledge best, all Doctors ought.
Fleece not the poor; cheat not the ones who’re sick;
God is the Healer prime; He uses us;
Off not life’s candle-flame with intact wick;
The Doctor shirking work invites God’s curse!
Lose not Ethics; lose not your morals, Doc!
Like patients, Doctors are part of God’s flock.
8-28-2002
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Sonnet- The Doctor Is Human Too
The man who heals has not a heart of stone;
From bricks and mortar, his body isn’t made;
Like you, he is as much flesh, blood and bone,
And suffers from much stress and is ill paid.
Sometimes, his best of knowledge can’t help him;
His decisions are fraught with blunders too;
He wages battles to save lives so grim;
When life has left body, what can he do?
He faces many ethical questions;
Sometimes, things go awry, unexpected;
Don’t blame him squarely for all kinds of sins;
He’s a public figure respected.
The doctor helps, God is the one who heals!
The patient’s fate, God is the one who seals.
22-6-2001
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Health Deteriorated
Health deteriorated and nobody care it.
And we say health is wealth.
The health worker the doctor all paid
And the patients died
And all are apathetic towards health.
In this Hitech age cholera measeales
Malaria are the cause of our death.
Common man died due to diseases
Died due to hunger due to neglect
By our own man and we all remain silent.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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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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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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Take Care Of Business
(1965) andy stroud
Dont talk just hold me closer
Let me sit on top of your knee
Go ahead and take care of business
For me for me for me
Oh lord, dont keep me waiting
Be as firm as can be
Go ahead and take care of business
For me for me for me
In all my life no-one has touched me so close
Nor made me feel so sweet
I said to you you are gods gift to all womanhood
Take it from me take it from me
You know you know that I love you truly
And I want the whole round world to see
How you can take care of business
For me for me for me
Go take care of business for me
Yeah yeah go take care of business for me
song performed by by Nina Simone
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DR JOHN CELES as a Medical Teacher
A man came leaving his home-town, city,
In search of a good medical college,
To teach the poor students with piety,
While sacrificing his dreams and prestige!
He was a doctor and a teacher too;
He loved being a medical teacher;
He spent his life in teaching me and you,
His poetry was his special feature!
He loved his profession of healing, much;
He taught by heart and left never a doubt;
He liked the nurses with their tender touch;
He made each medico to bud and sprout!
The physician became the dean as well;
The place improved under his able care;
He tolls the ‘sincerity-and-truth bell'!
The art of healing was no more a scare!
He showed the world that conscience is prime;
Obedience and discipline are good;
Ethics and laws will find their place with time;
God helps the doctor heal as if He would!
Dedicated to all aspiring medical teachers
By Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Dean and Professor of Medicine, IRT PMC & H, Perundurai.
Copyright By Dr John Celes 27-10-2012
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Sonnet: Euthanasia
Euthanasia or mercy-killing,
Of human beings greatly suffering;
The doctor helping them to die their way,
In a pleasant style, on their chosen day.
O Healer and scholar of medicine!
Is it ethical to do this great sin?
Extend thou the lives of diseased patients;
But in cutting life’s strand, where’s thy defense?
Maybe, ’tis a service you do to him!
Who yearns to die than suffer a life grim;
But to use thy skills to abet a man’s death!
Doth God allow thee to take his last breath?
O doctor of today! You think well twice;
Is Euthanasia a thing nice?
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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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Rest Of My Life
Suddenly, it happened so fast
I couldn't believe the news that I received
My heart stopped as I hit the floor
I fell to my knees cryin' Lord help me
No matter what time brings
All the changes we go through
In life there's some things
We just can't prepare for
I don't care what they say
Don't care what they do
I don't care what they think
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life
Don't they know
True love never dies
I promise to love you for the rest of my life
Life goes on that's what they say
Time will heal all your pain away
But I feel, feel so alone and
Now you're gone how can I live on
No matter what time brings
All the changes we go through
In life there's some things
We just can't prepare for
I don't care what they say
Don't care what they do
I don't care what they think
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life
Don't they know
True love never dies
I promise to love you for the rest of my life
Until I see you again
I'll hold on to sweet memories
I'll treasure the times we spent
I see I'd do anything
I see your face, I see your smile
Callin' out my name
I don't care what they say
Don't care what they do
I don't care what they think
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life
Don't they know true love never dies
I promise to love you for the rest of my life
I don't care what they say
Don't care what they do
I don't care what they think
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life
I don't care what they say
I don't care what they do
What they think
'Cause I promise, I promise
To love you for the rest of my life
(for the rest of my life
song performed by by Xscape
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I’m so happy to note…
That someone so well known to me,
Who worked quite hard in life for long,
Has found mind’s peace and harmony,
And sings aloud a blissful song!
That someone who deserved limelight,
Has found his golden touch at last,
And has become to patients, ‘Light’,
With his own venture very fast.
That someone who admired much,
For patient teaching of students,
For wisdom, knowledge, skills, talents,
Has found at last, his golden touch.
That one good heart is heart of town,
As cardiac doctor of renown,
And saving hearts that fail to work,
And giving life to ‘dead’ by jerk!
‘I wish you all the best, doctor!
God is the healing True Factor!
Your smiling face, I wish to see,
As patients thank you heartily! ’
Fondly dedicated to Dr. N. Bhaskar, M.D., D.M.,
Cardiologist, CBE
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Kill The Doctor And His Nurse
(A True Story Series)
I had a prisoner for medical screening
Before transporting him to jail.
He was shackled to a gurney
And was handcuffed to it as well.
A man who was high on PCP
Came rushing into the E.R. screaming
“I’m killing this doctor and his nurse, ”
The 45 trigger started squeezing.
The E.R. itself was crowded
Patients shouting as they saw the gun.
No escape for those still standing,
No room for a soul to run.
I flew over one metal gurney,
Put an arm bar lock around his neck.
I ruined my back for the rest of my life
When the two of us hit the deck.
Now in prison for the rest of his life,
But someone else was sentenced too.
My injuries led to light duty,
Later heart attacks were a few.
I was forced into retirement,
And the adrenaline I once knew,
Was one hundred percent stolen.
Now I document these truths for you!
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Happy Doctor's Day,2012! ' Let All Indians Say Today
Respect the white coat that all doctors wear;
Respect the stethoscope with which they hear;
Respect the prescriptions they write and tear;
Respect all doctors for they truly care!
To treat diseases, some doctors do dare;
They try their best for all patients to fare;
Some of them are doyens, pioneers rare;
Some do miraculous feats, at which all stare!
Wish doctors all, ‘A Happy Doctors Day! '
Thank them for their hard work and pray today;
Remember, they keep diseases at bay;
Most doctors do their jobs in noble way!
'Happy Doctor's Day,2012 in INDIA! '
From a Doctor Dean, Medical Teacher and Poet
IRT PMC&H & RTS, Perundurai, TN., India
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-06-2012
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Depicted as Narcissistic
Say what you wish,
But the business of keeping people sick...
Has become an industry.
And those desiring to remain in good health,
Have become the ones depicted...
As narcissistic,
Ego manics.
Wanting to live lives feeling great...
Without aches and pains to complain about it,
On a daily basis.
And there those declaring themselves as sick,
Sit in a hospital to prove first IF they can afford it.
WITH prescriptions to be written by a certified doctor...
Hoping someone has paid in advance for advice given,
Knowing that good advice from one's lips...
Does not stick inside a head of one impatient.
Or one unwilling to break away from old habits.
And showing no signs a wish for good health,
Has been accepted in their minds.
Or even given time for it to visit.
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Me Me Me!
Some of the victims fighting for their lives after being wounded in the movie-theatre shooting rampage may face another challenge when they get out of the hospital: enormous medical bills without the benefit of health insurance. me, I, me me republicans don't care...they got health care and theirs got it...screw the rest....what a sick attitude....
MINE, me, I is the new right....fend for yourself all you victims! ! ! ! they call themselves Christians....so phony
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Happy mothers Day In Heaven
I reached for your hand, It wasn’t there
I needed your heart, you didn’t care
I was born to you, you couldn’t love me
I was a mistake, you needed to be free
I don’t blame you, life dealt you a bad deal
You never knew love, and could not heal
Abandoned yourself, a very young child
You needed your freedom, to be wild
Trapped like a wild animal all your life
So much burden to have children and be a wife
Made bad choices, abuse was all you knew
The worst of mankind is what you drew
You never healed from being a kid
I couldn’t understand back then, things you did
My biggest fear growing up, was being like you
I was so broken, but finally pulled through
You couldn’t accept my love till you got old and sick
I wanted your love through then and thick
I took care of you till the very end, my heart breaking
I needed your love, and it was finally there for the taking
So I want you to know if you can see me up there
You will always be in my heart, I’ll always care
Do I forgive you, I’m haunted by losing you again
I feel so lucky for the short time, before it had to end
It’s been two years now, I still carry the pain
I’ve always loved you, and it wasn’t in vane
The cemetery is painful, I know you aren’t there
But I can talk to you, please know I care.
Your life was tragic and so was mine
I’ve broken the curse and continue to shine
I hope you have, a wonderful mothers day
You’re with God now, and not others prey
So I say goodbye, once again for now
I’ll see you again, this I vow!
By Dogs4donna
© 2007 Dogs4donna (All rights reserved)
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Sonnet: May Doctors Heal with Love
Let all the world's people remain healthy!
Let scientists find cures for every disease;
Let health make everyone happy, wealthy;
Let's hope that mankind's pain and sufferings cease!
Let doctors make their profession nobler;
Let ethics guide their minds in decisions;
Let love of life covert their art simpler;
Let scalpels cut out better incisions!
Let doctors put their heart and soul to heal;
Let love of brethren bring out soothing words;
Let God help doctors, patients' anguish, feel;
Let words be magic potions and not swords!
Let doctors do just good, avoiding harm;
Let them serve God by making patients warm!
Dean of IRT PMC &H Perundurai, Tamilnadu
Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar MD wishes
"Happy Doctor's Day,2012! " to all doctors in India
Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-06-12
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I am the Doctor
Go in a road rehearsing,
Love another soul
So deeply, so wildly
As to specialize with care
The eternal suffering
As real doctors.
The nurse is great
And my moon religion
Or my sun philosophy
Is greater. The sun is to be thought wild,
And my moon is certainly good
For the thought of luck.
He is feeling lucky
And my jobs are numerous
But he must live
With care I add.
To specialize into life
Is spending money onto money
Forming feelings with other patients
As well.
I am the doctor,
You are the patient.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Indelible Memories
Winner of the Writers Unlimited 1995 Honorary Prize
Mississippi, USA
a few miles north from shugonda river
there is a small village named chachair
where lived a good teacher and thinker
who was different from all others
his name was Sayed Abdur Rahman Kala
a truly honest person I have met so far
those who could read
regarded him as a good teacher
poor can't forget
the philanthropic doctor
his education life was short
as he had to work
immediately after his BA exam
he joined there in an office of central excise
Bangladesh was then a part of Pakistan
most employees there were corrupt
he was determined to keep off all bribes
and in a short time he was bored
returned to his village home
with bag and baggage
he joined a school there as a teacher
and started practice as homeopathic doctor
while students were happy to have a good teacher
the villagers were lucky to have a good doctor
out of the school
he taught many poor pupils
as a doctor attended to the sick
but money never was his motive
he never asked his patients
even for the cost of medicine
at leisure he copied verses
from the holy Quran
explained their meaning
to men and women
some thoughtful books he penned
benefits went to his well-wisher
one record of his life was
he never told a lie to anyone
nor he used costly clothes:
all the time he led a simple life
once a letter came from him
“you’re working in a biggest company
do not make any illegal wealth or money
always do your duties towards your family”
suddenly the sky became cloudy
my entire bosom sustained injuries
in 88's September landed another letter
informing of my great unbearable loss:
my best friend, well-wisher
my best teacher is no more
no, he will remain alive always in me
till the end of time
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Had Surgery
The small throat, the larger stomach, all this concern
With the wrong certain structure so made of me.
The surgeon has a guile, a patience too dear, but I
Am patient, a patient of well-being so well cooked.
The small throat has been enlarged and the stomach enticed
To cook me the food of luxury, the plastic relish of society.
This religion I follow of a surgeon in surgery shall last
For a life-time, forming more years onto my life tonight.
A doctor is blessed for the guilt he does not own,
A doctor planned me a retreat from life, and the time.
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