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Sonnet: Medical History In Diagnosis

O Healer, lend thine ears to his story!
He talks by heart and cannot lie a lot;
To make the diagnosis and gain glory,
To all things possible, you must give thought.

Remember, patients come in much distress;
They need a soul kind who will hear their case;
The disease-state puts one into great stress;
A good history is the diagnosing-base.

Suspect all conditions under the Sun;
The eyes can see what mind already knows;
Examining case for clues is serious fun;
To every doctor, patient, his life owes.

Oh healer, God is the Physician, so great!
His help we need to change the patient’s state.
31-5-2000 by John Celes

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Sonnet- Medical History In Diagnosis

O Healer, lend thine ears to his story!
He talks by heart and cannot lie a lot;
To make the diagnosis and gain glory,
To all things possible, you must give thought.

Remember, patients come in much distress;
They need a soul kind who will hear their case;
The disease-state puts one into great stress;
A good history is the diagnosing-base.

Suspect all conditions under the Sun;
The eyes can see what mind already knows;
Examining case for clues is serious fun;
To every doctor, patient, his life owes.

Oh healer, God is the Physician, so great!
His help we need to change the patient’s state.

poem by John Celes
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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

poem by John Celes
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Patient, Thou speak’st only the truth

The truth, he speaks, the patient, sick when he's,
'Tis rare for him to tell a pack of lies;
If not, the Diagnosis will go amiss,
The patient knows all this if he is wise.

How can the Doctor know the malady,
Without the patient telling his Symptom?
Diagnosis must precede the Remedy,
A commodity, Health's bought but seldom.

0 patient, Thou better speak truth alone!
The Doctor is no real Demi-God;
Help him help thee, 'fore thy family shall moan;
If thou art ill, Doctor is next to God.
Diseases can dupe the best of Doctors,
A bad history can turn into thine hearse.

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The Patient

Think of the patient;
Hear his cry;
With pain and suff’ring,
Eyes go dry.

Think of his poor state
And his mind;
His diseased body,
Doctors find.

Think of the patient
His travail;
Him from agony;
None can bail.

Think of the disease
Without cure;
Man lives for God’s sake:
And endure.

Think of his doomed fate;
None can change;
If drugs still work ’tis
From God’s range.

Think of the patient,
His family;
Can you give succor?
For what fee?

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I’m Proud, an Indian Doctor

I’m proud an Indian doctor;
I have a billion lives to save;
In practice, let me not falter;
But with my patients well behave.

’Tis thrilling to serve fellowmen,
Suff’ring from newer disease;
Let me use my fullest ken,
And teach them how to live in peace.

My country is a poor nation;
My brethren need my treatment;
So, let me serve with passion;
And free them from their ailment.

God turned me to be healer great;
And serve my fellowmen ill;
Let me improve patient’s fate;
By using my God-given skill.

I’m proud to serve my brethren;
God will bless me some day, some way;
A Doctor turns earth to heaven-
Some day, my patients will sure say!

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Doctor’s Day,2010

Doctor, doctor, carer of sick!
Doctor, doctor, healer on earth;
Doctor, doctor, noble is thine field;
Doctor, doctor, serve thine brethren well!

Doctor, labor all the more;
Clean and dress the chronic sore;
Let no person taint thine name;
Never forget thine great aim.

Doctor, let not wealth allure;
Doctor, lead a life all pure;
Doctor, try to always cure;
God will bless thee on earth, sure.

Dear Dr.B, K, Padmavathi M.D.,
‘Happy Doctor’s Day,2010! ’
From the Dean and staff of IRT, PMC

Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-1-2010

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Sonnet: On Medical Practice

The Diagnosis of diseases is prime!
Listen, see, feel and treat patient with care;
For life or death depends on precious time,
And cure in the true sense is rather rare.

And Therapeusis is both art and science;
Know ill-effects of drugs before you give;
Act per the Ethics, also Conscience;
Weigh benefits to risks; let patient live!

The Prognosis is important to all!
All complications must be expected;
Let Nature take the lives she wants to call;
The right to die is to be respected.

O Physician, thine job is most sacred!
Know well the living from the nearly-dead.

7-1-2003
Dedicated to PHYSICIANS and HEALERS
On
World Doctor’s Day

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Doctors’ Day 2007

Behind a man who’s successful,
There is a woman of great worth;
Behind a woman of great fame,
There is a man who goads her on.

Behind a pupil studious,
Are parents, teachers and some friends;
Behind a child who brings laurels,
Are seen the family-members all.

Behind a doctor of repute,
Is found much labor and wisdom;
Behind a healer who is great,
God stays, blessing his healing art!

The doctors’ profession is great;
Ennobled, they must change the fate
Of patients suffering, in pain,
And dying undiagnosed, ‘insane’!

(7-1-2007)

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Sonnet- the Physician’s Greatness

O Physician, thou art really great!
Remarkable is thine intelligence;
Adeptly, thou changeth the illness’ fate;
Extra-perceiving man with common sense!

With naked eyes, thou mak’th right diagnosis;
The masses benefit by thine prowess;
Endowed by God with intuition’s largess,
Thou cans’t yet blindly give the prognosis.

The man with knife believes only when seen;
The man with ’scope, magnifies and believes;
The x-ray man sees patients through eyes keen;
Thou man with Steth, by ear and touch perceives.

Thou art the greatest specialist on earth!
Alas! thine number is seeing its dearth.

dedicated to the API (Association of Physicians of India) by Dr John Celes

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The Medical Profession

Awards, rewards cannot suffice,
A doctor's life's mere sacrifice;
A unique, prolonged enterprise,
For which he's praised or pays the price!

Nevertheless, the work is nice;
But he must learn to keep off vice;
From other's faults, becoming wise,
Money must never him entice!

From start to end, it is sheer toil;
He always burns the mid-night oil;
His character, conduct shouldn't spoil;
He learns patience and not to boil!

He must heed to his conscience;
He is a man who dwells in science;
He ought to keep his ethics good,
And love his duty, brotherhood!

God is the Healer in essence;
Doctors are souls in quintessence;
His craft and art need common-sense;
The stress and strain shouldn't make him tense!

Respect the doctor for his job;
To pay Paul, he may Peter, rob;
The world can't thrive without doctors;
He faces challenging factors.

But God is by his side always;
Through perils, strife, he passes days;
And satisfaction becomes base
That goads him do well in each case!

The world must thank doctors, like God;
May they live long sans any rod;
They slog to maintain patients' health;
Doctors are nation's priceless wealth!

"Happy Doctor's Day,2012! "
To all my teachers, colleagues, friends, and medicos.
From Dean, Dr.Prof. A.Celestine Raj Manohar MD., IRT PMC & H &RTS, Perundurai
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-05-2012

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Love Is The Healer (Album Version)

So many times in my life
I've been alone, left alone
Heart broken and
Turned around
I find myself
Crying in the night time
Dying out loud
In the night i sleeplessly
Wake up
From a dream that's
Tormenting me
I, i, i, i, i gotta get help
Oh, yeah
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Late at night i was afraid
And i tried to turn away
I was afraid to face
What in-evil-it-able is
Say you know the way
To find true freedom
Can you save yourself
From the pain you're feeling
Something in my head
That you're dreaming
That the angels said
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
Love...is the healer
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Do you know the way to love
Do you know the place of love
Do you know what love
Can do
Do you know what
It'll do for you

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Love Is The Healer

So many times in my life
Ive been alone, left alone
Heart broken and
Turned around
I find myself
Crying in the night time
Dying out loud
In the night I sleeplessly
Wake up
From a dream thats
Tormenting me
I, i, i, i, I gotta get help
Oh, yeah
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Late at night I was afraid
And I tried to turn away
I was afraid to face
What in-evil-it-able is
Say you know the way
To find true freedom
Can you save yourself
From the pain youre feeling
Something in my head
That youre dreaming
That the angels said
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
Love...is the healer
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Do you know the way to love
Do you know the place of love
Do you know what love
Can do
Do you know what
Itll do for you

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Bad Case Of Loving You

(john moon martin)
Whooaaaaa
The hot summer night fell like a net
I've got to find my baby yet
I need you to soothe my head
Turn my blue heart to red
Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
A pretty face don't make no pretty heart
I learned that, buddy, from the start
You think i'm cute, a little bit shy
Momma, i ain't that kind of guy
Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin' you
Whooaaa
I know you like it, you like it on top
Tell me, momma, are you gonna stop?
You had me down, 21 to zip
Smile of judas on your lip
Shake my fist, knock on wood
I've got it bad, and i've got it good
Doctor, doctor, gimme the news
I got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I got a bad case of lovin' you

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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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?

poem by John Celes
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The Healer

TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN, WITH DORE'S PICTURE OF CHRIST
HEALING THE SICK.

So stood of old the holy Christ
Amidst the suffering throng;
With whom His lightest touch sufficed
To make the weakest strong.

That healing gift He lends to them
Who use it in His name;
The power that filled His garment's hem
Is evermore the same.

For lo! in human hearts unseen
The Healer dwelleth still,
And they who make His temples clean
The best subserve His will.

The holiest task by Heaven decreed,
An errand all divine,
The burden of our common need
To render less is thine.

The paths of pain are thine. Go forth
With patience, trust, and hope;
The sufferings of a sin-sick earth
Shall give thee ample scope.

Beside the unveiled mysteries
Of life and death go stand,
With guarded lips and reverent eyes
And pure of heart and hand.

So shalt thou be with power endued
From Him who went about
The Syrian hillsides doing good,
And casting demons out.

That Good Physician liveth yet
Thy friend and guide to be;
The Healer by Gennesaret
Shall walk the rounds with thee.

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Faith Healer

[Alex Harvey]
If your body's feeling bad
And it's the only one you have
You want to take away the pain
Go out walking in the rain
You watch the flowers go to bed
Ask the man inside your head
Your spirit never has to grieve
All you've got to do's believe
The faith healer, the faith healer
All you've got to do is feel
Your body's going to start to heal
The fingertips of holy fire,
Everlasting sweet desire
It never mattered
What the doctor said
The healer man will sail away
It's immortality for two,
Oh the miracles
They will come to you
From faith healer,the faith healer
Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?
Faith, and hope, and charity,
The simple relativity
He can make you understand
All you've got to take his hand
Remember somebody said
Ask the man inside your head
The fingertips of holy fire,
Everlasting sweet desire
The faith healer, the faith healer!
Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?
Let me put my hands on you?
Let me put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?
Can I put my hands on you?
The faith healer, the faith healer...

song performed by by Helloween
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Healer

My child, I had a visitation in my sleep last night
Something was calling to me from a blinding light
And told me not to fear it, hear it
It said, its time to make the world a little wiser.
There are enough destroyers and criticizers.
The world needs a healer, healer.
And I awoke, my heart was pounding
cause it was not like me to have such dreams
But I could not fall asleep for wondering
Why the messenger had come to me
My child, I am too old and I am set in my ways
But now I realize just what the voice conveyed
You will be a healer, healer
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice
Because the healer comes
The healer comes
Your destiny I lay before you
But then the choice was never yours nor mine
When its time to take this burden on you
Then I will take the one you leave behind

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Doctor Jesus

You know, I,ve got so many problems
And lately, I,ve been feelin' kinda down
I hear you're the one I should talk to
I hear you're the best healer around
CHORUS:
Doctor Jesus, will you help me?
Make me better, make me whole
Doctor Jesus, Lord I need you
To mend my heart, and save my soul
There's so many out there who need you
Do you think you could work me in?
You see I,m in the worst of conditions
But mostly, I just need me a friend
CHORUS:

song performed by by Randy Travis
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Anna Lee, The Healer

Anna lee, anna lee, the healer
Healer with the healing hands
Makes you well as quick as she can
You'd love to see those smiling eyes
Of anna lee
From the himalaya mountain side
Of the nishigesh
To a california beach house
Facing towards the sea
Goes a gal who got her fame
By going round healing folks
Anna lee, anna lee, the healer
Healer with the healing hands
Makes you well as quick as she can
You'd feel those healing hands
Of anna lee
When she gets a chance to help someone
She's really happy
If you trust her with your ill
She'll quickly make you see
She can fix things up for you
Just like she did for me
Anna lee, anna lee, the healer
She cures people with her hands
I'm just one of her many fans
You'd love to feel those healing hands
Of anna lee
The healer, the healer, the healer, the healer

song performed by by Beach Boys
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The God of Love Speaks to Man…

I gave you hands to grasp and work
With finesse, deftly, and eat food;
I thought you'll fold your hands and pray,
And thank me for the gifts I gave!
But you use hands to hurt and kill,
And do all sinful things your way!

I gave you legs that carry you,
And stand upright and walk my ways;
I thought you'll genuflect and pray,
And thank me for all that I do;
But you tread upon evil paths
And leave my tenets, go astray!

I gave you eyes upon your face
To see the good world I had made;
I thought you'll read the word of mine,
And live your life in accordance.
But you use eyes to see the muck
That spoils your heart and mind and soul!

I gave you ears to hear sweet sounds
Of birds and animals I found;
I thought you'll hear my divine voice
And thank me for the gift of life;
But you hear noise that's deafening,
And songs that satisfy your lust.

I gave you tongue and mouth to speak
Kind words to all and love brethren;
I thought you'll eat the foods you should,
And thank me for the taste of things;
But you speak lies and blaspheme God
And eat substances of abuse!

I gave you mind to think aright,
And wonder how awesome is God!
I thought you'll keep your brain flawless,
And thank me for your reasoning power;
But you take drugs that give you highs
And waste your precious time I gave!

I gave you heart to empathize,
And feel the anguish of others;
I thought you'll have remorse for sins
And ask forgiveness from the Lord;
But your heart harbours evil thoughts
Those wreck your mind, body and soul!

Remember man, I made you out
Of clay but breathed life into it;
And gave a soul and my semblance
To know my love that's infinite;
Love made me make you with great care,
And yearns to have you back wholesome!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-10-2012

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