Bizarre Satire
Life is bizarre, received a letter
incriminating a State Doctor for
assaulting a patient; subsequent
indictment of another doctor and
all officers at the police station
where she lodged a complaint
Made it clear this person causes
her own problems, she descries
all in self-righteous indignation -
everybody gets angry when she
opens her mouth to spew forth
a stream of poisonous words
A second letter even more absurd, a
patient claiming a psychiatrist tortured
her diagnosing schizophrenia and the
medication prescribed did not agree with
her system, she demands prosecution
for murderous intent…
I should claim indemnification for suffering
when reading such aberrational material,
luckily it reminds so much of the burlesque
I started laughing, realising that these ab-
solutely marvelous complaints contribute
immensely to the satire of life
I cannot blame them for being mental, knowing
that on a spiritual level, they create their own
problems through their vitriolic attitude to people
who try to do good – this should teach all altruists
you cannot help those who refuse to accept res-
ponsibility for anything that happens to them!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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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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The Hand That Feeds
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please, doctor, doctor, please
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Feel like an old diseace
Get your sweet ass off the floor
Doctor, doctor, doctor
I cant refuse any loose harted lady anymore
I scream your name into the crowd
You feel the flame, but yo aint proud
Mabye your attitude aint right
So all thats left for me to do is bite
The hand that feeds me
Feeds me
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, please
All things you put me through
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle john needs
I aint the dog that bites the hand that feeds me
In the middle of, with a spittle of
Et tu like birds of a feather
When another day, love another way
Push, shove, make love, play
Never never, never ever
Never ever, never ever
Na, na...
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please do a-what you can
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Would you please give my life a hand
All the things you put me trough
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle john needs
I aint the dog that bites the hand that feeds me, yeah
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, please
(repeat)
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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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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.
poem by John Celes
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Apathy and Endurance
Caught during the action,
When he pumped into a Matron,
Her jewels were his attention,
and missed the concentration.
The angry crowd beat him,
Punch, pinch and waste him,
He becomes ‘unconscious' fast,
Police bring him to treat.
Stretch on the stretcher quiet,
The doctors take the pulse right,
The mannerism says the rest,
Send him to have his torn tight.
Anesthetic not be administered,
As the thief patient is unconscious,
The doctor finished the sutures on his lips,
the drops of tear roll down his cheeks.
The young doctor is shocked,
How apathetic her patient to himself,
People are apathetic to people around,
Is the consciousness put them in trouble.
The senior tells the junior not to worry,
and the nineteen year old thief acts,
the 'vulturous' police will not question,
the human who is not conscious, so he endures.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I Just Got Some
(maborn)
[b side of columbia db 7892, 1966]
Well, I know yall look as if you need some
But I just got some
I surely got some
The doctor prescribed some
I surely need some
Have to, have to have some, baby
Oh, I just went out and got some
My pockets aint jinglin and Im gettin fat
You know you cant hide it, I know where its at
My pockets are as heavy as a chunk of lead
I just got a taste of her meat and veg
I had to have some
Sure did need some
Doctor prescribed some
Had to, had to, had to have some baby
Yall know I look as if I need some
Oh, I just went out and got some, oh
Yeah
You would not help me when you really could
But right now baby, you cant do me no good
Cause I just got some
Had to, had to, have some
Doctor prescribed some
Had to, had to, had to have some baby
Yall know I look as if I need some
Oh, I just went out and got some, oh
Yeah
You would not help me when you really could
But right now baby, you cant do me no good
Cause I just got some
Had to, had to, have some
Doctor prescribed some
You all know I look as if I need some
I just got some
Had to had to have some, baby, oh
I just got some
Everybody knows that I need some
The doctor even prescribed me some
Oh, yeah
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No Compasion
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In a world
where people have problems
In this world
where decisions are a way of life
Other people's problems they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time
So many people...have their problems
I'm not interested...in their problems
I guess I've...experienced some problems
But now I've...made some decisions
Takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense
Take my compassion...Push it as far as it goes
My interest level's dropping, my interest level is dropping
I've heard all I want to, I don't want to hear any more
What are you, in love with your problems?
I think you take it...a little too far
It's...not so cool to have so many problems
But don't expect me to explain your indecisions
Go...talk to your analyst, isn't that what they're paid for
You walk, you talk...You still function like you used to
It's not a question...Of your personality or style
Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good
In a world where people have problems
In this world where decisions are a way of life
Other people's problems, they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I don't have the time
(Here we go again)
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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.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Illusions In G Major
On the seven seas there was aphantom ship acoming,
Shinin in the dead of night,
I heard the crew a hummin
Tunes that sounded like the rolling stones and leonard cohen.
But they didnt know the words,
So I assumed that they was foreign.
Chorus
But I heard them just the same doctor let me teach em,
I just wanna please em, doctor let me teach em.
I looked up in the sky there was a phantom plane a comin,
Shinin in the dead of night,
I heard the pilot saying,
Poems that were written by john keats and robert browning.
But he didnt know the words so,
I suppose that it was nothing.
Chorus
But I heard them just the same doctor let me teach em,
I just wanna please em, doctor let me teach em.
Doctor please believe me, I know you wont decieve me,
But do these things Im seein, have any hidden meaning.
Its all good entertainment and it doesnt cost a penny.
So please doc, let me teach em, if I could only reach em.
Chorus
But I heard them just the same doctor let me teach em,
I just wanna please em, doctor let me teach em.
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Doctor Doctor
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, the mess Im in
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh the mess Im in
She walked up to me
And really stole my heart
And then she started
To take my body apart
*livin, lovin, Im on the run
Far away from you
Livin, lovin, Im on the run
So far away from you
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, Im goin fast
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh, Im goin fast
Its only just a moment,
Shes turnin paranoid
Thats not a situation for a nervous boy
Doctor doctor, please
Oh, the mess Im in
Doctor doctor, please,
Oh, the mess Im in
But you look so angry
As I crawled across your floor
Shes got the strain,
And I cant take any more
*repeat
*repeat
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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
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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Medication
They think medication can make everything all right again
Isn't that a big joke
They think medication will make me happy and straight
Oh isn't that funny
They think medication will solve everything
Oh they're so wrong
Medication isn't the answer to all of life's problems
Believe me
Everyday you take your medication
Hoping your little problems will fade away
Everyday you swallow that japped little pill
Hoping you pain will go away,
but will it
They think medication can 'fix' me
Oh they're so wrong
(2-21-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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Next In Line
when you face life's problems and adversities
and come to God in prayer
waiting and waiting to no end
remember that God never comes too soon or late
you are next in line to the person ahead of you
yes next time you are next in line
to that person in front of you
God in His infinite wisdom
knows that, that person is in dire need than you are
his problems might be bigger and his faith is stronger
trust in His words and be thankful
little things or in big things, be grateful
He might be teaching
you to be patient
to wait on Him
to quiet your aching heart
then you will be filled with inner peace
if you only trust His plans for you
the best in you is yet to come
and you will be the next in line
in His own, good, good time
so, your time will come next time.Just wait and see
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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A Four-letter Word
His name is Gus
and boy can he cuss.
He knows every four-letter word.
When he gets mad
just like his dad
profanities are all he ever heard.
His voice gets real loud
in the midst of a crowd
and each time it occurred
People would stare
and he didn't even care.
His sensitivity is not even stirred.
Until one day
he hears his son say
four-letter words he has heard.
It shocks him yo hear
these words very clear
from a 4-year old which is absurd.
And so on this day
he vows never to say
another four-letter word.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A playwright in a lunatic asylum
The Psychiatrist read the script and said;
'I am your doctor my brothers and sisters.'
'It's a common saying and we too whispered the same line
When we're enrolled to this college.' A colleague interupts.
'But now we're almost cured' Someone muttered.
'What's your religion? ' Doctor inquired a patient
He tells; ' My Dad is a Strong Catholic and mother is a simple Buddhist,
Sister eloped with a Muslim and the youngest brother converted to Hindu.'
'Sorry you need my religion isn't it?
He wants to give me a scholarship to Harvard University it seems.'
My religion is Oxygen.'
'What, A new religion? '
'No doctor the oldest religion since the beginning and once that stopped
All the sages go to hell or Heaven who knows? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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No Compassion
In a world
Where people have problems
In this world
Where decisions are a way of life
Other peoples problems they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I dont have the time
So many people...have their problems
Im not interested...in their problems
I guess ive...experienced some problems
But now ive...made some decisions
Takes a lot of time to push away the nonsense
Take my compassion...push it as far as it goes
My interest levels dropping, my interest level is dropping
Ive heard all I want to, I dont want to hear any more
What are you, in love with your problems?
I think you take it...a little too far
Its...not so cool to have so many problems
But dont expect me to explain your indecisions
Go...talk to your analyst, isnt that what theyre paid for
You walk, you talk...you still function like you used to
Its not a question...of your personality or style
Be a little more selfish, it might do you some good
In a world where people have problems
In this world where decisions are a way of life
Other peoples problems, they overwhelm my mind
They say compassion is a virtue, but I dont have the time
(here we go again)
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A patient going to a doctor for his first visit was asked, "And whom did you consult before coming to me?"
"Only the village druggist," was the answer.
"And what sort of foolish advice did that numbskull give you?" asked the doctor, his tone and manner denoting his contempt for the advice of the layman.
"Oh," replied his patient, with no malice aforethought, "he told me to come and see you."
I Should Have Worded The Question Differently
Angry?
Don't be foolish.
Why would I be angry?
Of course I'm not angry.
I don't know why you would even think that of me.
Do I look like the kind that would mind,
Someone stealing my ideas and concepts...
To claim them as their own?
'To be honest...
I really wouldn't know.
Every time I've seen you,
You've had that laughing mask on...
Covering your face from the day we met.'
Well...
Maybe you are right.
I hadn't thought about that.
I should have worded the question differently.
Does my 'voice' sound as if I would be the kind,
That would mind someone stealing my ideas and concepts...
To claim them as their own?
'No not at all.
But I do wonder why,
Your fists stayed balled up the way they do?
Is that normal?
Were you born that way? '
No.
It's my way of processing thoughts.
My doctor says it is a nervous condition.
Don't let it bother you.
I'm taking medication.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birth of the man whose eyes saw truth
Stop the demands
I’m sick of the irony in their words
It is not the cyclical nature of this mishap
I tried to deviate from the path
But you two were busy
And listen up little girl
Do not point your finger of blame in my face
Where is my charity?
So long was I drowning in my own problems
And when I emerged I expected to be greeted
By those who had laid their problems to rest
Six feet under I thought sorrow now rested
A lover not interested in staying any longer
Friends who accuse others of their own absence
Of their own ignorance
A girl who will not visit her soul mate
Yet
Screams at him to do so
STOP! !
You fools are not right
So full of arrogance
Little girl do not wish you had my life
You haven’t once tasted isolation
Mother please pay attention to your life
And do something other then die
Brother do not end up like us
A dying breed of sadistic cannibals
Eating ourselves alive hour by hour
Drug addicts on the street
Abusers in suburban homes
Each of us our own burden to contribute
To this collage of suffering
I see the world as it is
What hope is there for my childhood dreams?
I am stronger now then I’ve ever been before
But the game has just started
So many people letting me down
As I now turn once again to false love
To satisfy lust
Immortality lives on
In the cruel actions of man
Repeated throughout the world to one another
STOP! !
poem by Casey Stewart
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