Upon Learning The Death Of A Dedicated Algebra Teacher
the obituary reads that mr. cruz
my algebra teacher in college
died the other day
i am saddened
and my mind travels back
in time when he taught
us how to find the x's
in relation to the given y's
that a value assigned to
some givens can lead me
to find an unknown
with the simple way
of finding the right
connection
it is all in the mind
and soon you will find
the solution
to a given problem
he once lectured it
bedridden for years
he always lived a very
simple life
(poverty
the poor professor
thriving on a meager
income from the
university supporting
his children to earn
a college degree)
and now that he died
my classmate who
becomes a practitioner
of medicine and earning
her big bucks for her
living says
'i have pity for him'
she is correct,
but from far
i am saying too my prayers
for him
that his soul may rest in peace
as he was restless
once with the odd numbers
mostly they are not even.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Will Believe
Im locked up in chains
For the rest of my life
Theres no one else to blame but me
The start of the days
Just the end of the night
Im feeling like Im lost at sea
Sometimes is just seems so simple
Im feeling like Im down on my knees
Sometimes like a man in the middle
I dont know my own mind
Wont you let me be
Coz I can find you
Living in my world
Dragging me round
Just like a dog on a lead
But when I find my
Own peace of mind i
I will believe
Im locked up in chains
For the rest of my life
Theres no one else to blame but me
Coz I can find you
Living in my world
Dragging me round
Just like a dog on a lead
But when I find
My own peace of mind i
I will believe
I will believe
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I Will Believe (Live)
I'm locked up in chains
For the rest of my life
There's no one else to blame but me
The start of the day's
Just the end of the night
I'm feeling like I'm lost at sea
Sometimes is just seems so simple
I'm feeling like I'm down on my knees
Sometimes like a man in the middle
I don't know my own mind
Won't you let me be
Coz I can find you
Living in my world
Dragging me round
Just like a dog on a lead
But when I find my
Own peace of mind I
I will believe
I'm locked up in chains
For the rest of my life
There's no one else to blame but me
Coz I can find you
Living in my world
Dragging me round
Just like a dog on a lead
But when I find
My own peace of mind I
I will believe
I will believe
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To Say That The Man Is Harmless
to say that the man is harmless we dig
stories about his past,
first, how was he educated, and you find
out that he finished college with honors
in a Presbyterian university somewhere
in the most peaceful island of the
archipelago
second, you find out that he is a prayerful man
goes to church on Sundays
makes the sign of the cross
and takes the regular communion,
third, you also take refuge that he has
a family of his own
raised his kids in a way that
they all live a life in peace
and harmony with all the other
children,
finally, you keep track of his services
how he serves the poor
and the underprivileged
the marginalized sector
of our community
the last story that you know is that
the military arrested the good doctor
who was there in that mountain
of the poor people
curing the sick and
giving them medicine
now, he is dubbed as the communist
and the rest of the nation
is silent.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man in hysterics
Poor Mom bought for him,
he has sold all to a second hand book-shop.
Algebra, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Zoology,
McMilan's World Atlas and et cetera.,
He hurried to a Pub for a tranquilizer.
On his way he memorized the gypsy palm reader
who was at the book-maker's stall.
One day read his palm and told
'definitely you will be a professor in a college'.
After a few gulps, while he was returning home
passing the university,
all of a sudden shouted in the public
'where is the professor?
Oh! my poor mom's professor'.
to my friend Max Reif.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Words Spoken
Words spoken to self in isolation
Mystery not in question but in relation
Simple confusion in mind
Forcing others to find out its kind
Yet nice appreciation,
Applause from all over and no more questions
Mind reveals and heart opens
Ripples created and caught by fans
Why do we try to speak our mind?
Is something necessary of that kind?
Why at all you want sympathy?
That people should have soft corner and feel pity
No one has seen you breaking off?
If so, they would have definitely laughed
As you were boosting of your love at all places
All were jealous of you with frown on faces
You were afraid that you will be made victim
A simple donkey with no sense to reach home
Uncertain mind as was made of you with satire
Now you feared it will be certainly put on fire
So it is better to speak through poetry
It will be race but gaining from back door entry
No one to know who the man behind is?
What will be pain behind or tease
It is nice to appease and find solution
In one way it reduces some what tension
You have little insight with no more confusion
The answer is found within the question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Homo Erectus
(kinky friedman & panama red)
I left barber college
Searchin for knowledge,
Went to the university.
I must confess, sir
This lady professor
She turned me on to anthropology.
Now Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Dear doctor howard
Come down from your tower
And join me for lunch at the y.
Although youre thirty
I still think youre pretty
Lets give it that good ole college try.
cause Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Ok!
Hey jomo kenyatta
No, no, youre not a
Australopithecine boogieman.
Its took us a jillion
But were all still here, been
Boogeyin since boogeyin began.
And Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
You know Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
You know that Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Im but a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Watch out for homo erectus ...
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I've Died My Thousandths Death Today
I've died my thousandths death today
and the reasons still unknown
blank expression on my face
the feelings go unshown
this courage is a killer
that i cant seem to find
no reason for death
but courage grabs me from behind
he only kills my insides
he leaves me to suffer
in so much pain
I dont care if I go under
I'm not afraid of death
I've seen him so many times
So I'll happily accept
when the time is mine
sometimes i don't like waking up
cause i have to look in the mirror
at the man with a disease
that cannot find the cure
alive for 21 years
but hasn't lived a day
knock back 21 shots
till the problem seems ok
I was born dead
thats probably how I'll die
I should get use to the fact
that I'll always be that guy
Im like a ghost
no matter what I'll stay
walking amongst the living
but I've died my thousandths death today
poem by Nekoda Johnson
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R.I.P. Dear Dad
It was this day, my father died,
A score and three years back;
One early morn, while he lay ill,
And children were around.
He had double pneumonia:
With diabetes too;
We could not do much about it,
With three children, doctors.
The sudden death anguished us all,
But he was pretty old;
The way he reared us still remains
A puzzle unraveled!
From humble beginnings, he rose
To be a learned man;
He taught and spoke in unmatched style
That put the world dumbfound!
A man of principles so good,
You hardly can find one;
God was his friend, despite all strife;
He kept his simple ways!
The love and care he showed were great;
He was so erudite;
His piety lit up his face
In everything he did!
Oh, what a father great, we lost -
A void that none could fill;
His life and work evergreen stays
In hearts of all children.
Our home is dark without this light,
Which is a star in sky;
He goads us all to follow him,
And reach celestial heights!
O God, we plead and cry and pray,
‘May his soul rest in peace';
He earned his heaven, while on earth,
A righteous soul did cease!
poem by John Celes
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What Am I?
I would very much like to see
somebody, anybody that might be like me.
But then I am one of a kind, why shouldn't I?
Must I not find what I am seeking! ;
someone in whom I may see myself and vice versa.
Nobody seems to know me and
I do not seem to know myself.
Therefore, I must, must I? , explore the world of the unknown.
But I am one of the unknown!
Would anyone like to analyse me?
I bet, they would find something of themselves.
It seems to me now that I am two of a kind
I sincerely hope that both are not blind
and unite together to be of one mind.
Looking for somone else might be easier to find.
Time gone has left a scar in my life
but each day that passes seems to suggest
that my life is as a star in humanity.
How do I know that I am directing my life
by some pious nature embedded in my subconscious?
I might be an experiment that life itself is undertaking
to understand more about itself. Is there anything else?
I must resolve myself in my mind with utmost consideration
try and find the solution and by contemplation
recognise once for all time my true and sole existence
and saying 'there, I am here always! ', thus rejoicing
I should endeavour to affirm and proclaim in this world.
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Note:
This is a very early poem written about 40 years ago.
poem by George Krokos
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The Secret Of Happiness
The secret of happiness is not hidden behind the distances of perfection
Nor in posessing dozens of gold and wealth
I never had complicated dreams since I
believe that the real happiness in the simple things exists
Never dreamed of becoming a crown queen
Never wanted to have a perfect life
The happiness was my Desire
And I always had the faith that at the little things the happiness can be found
There is no need for complicated heart desires
At the simple things we can find the perfect and the happy life
Just keeping the hope in the heart
The kindness of soul and love of God
The perfect life is hidden there don't go far away
Finding the real love not the perfect one
Was my hearts best Desire
Because always I had the faith
The secret of finding the happiness is hidden at simple desires and the real ones
What worts all the world wealth if you don't have the faith of God in the heart
What worts all the worlds wealth and the success
If you don't have peace of mind
If you are surrounded with fake lovers all around
Because of that my dream was to find the real love the real happiness and peace of mind
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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I Don't Know
What's pleasing to the eye
In the delusion of my sight
Is not what I find when I reach into the light
I have lost my mind
I'm walking through time
Deluded as the next guy
Pretending and hoping to find
That distant peace of mind
I don't know
Who does know
There is no
Where to go
It's not so simple as I try to wish
But then again what is?
There is no other worthy quest
So on I go
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College Kids
Someone please save us, us college kids!
What my parents told me is what I did
They said go to school and be a college kid
But in the end I question why I did
Im poor, Im starving, Im flat broke, Ive got no cash to spend
Sell all my books for front row tickets to dave matthews band
My girlfriends at another school, I know this year will test her
I called, found out she had three other boyfriends last semester
And thats why I say
Oh no! not for me, not for me
Call it torture, call it university
No! arts and crafts is all I need
Ill take calligraphy and then Ill make a fake degree
80 grand later I found out that all that I had learned
Is that you should show up to take your finals and your midterms
The party scene is kinda mean, I think its sick and twisted
The navy showed up at my dorm and claimed that I enlisted
And thats why I say
Oh no! not for me, not for me
Call it torture, call it university
No! arts and crafts is all I need
Ill take calligraphy and then Ill make a fake degree
Dont get excited. shell say no without a doubt you see
And Ive decided college girls just wont go out with me
They make me nervous and they always catch me off my guard
Like cell phone services I drop out cause college is too hard
Its time to call my father
Cause its his alma mater
Good grades arent what they seem
I think he knows the dean
Its time to call my father
Cause its his alma mater
He says hes proud of me
But college always was his dream
And I would always say its not for me
Oh no! not for me, not for me
Call it torture, call it university
No! arts and crafts is all I need
Ill take calligraphy and then Ill make a fake degree
Someone please save us, us college kids!
What my parents told me is what I did
They said go to school and be a college kid
But in the end I question why I did
Do what will make you happy
Do what you feel is right
Only but one thing matters
Learn how to live your life
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(phi, beta, delta, cappa
Someone please save us, us college kids!
What my parents told me is what I did
They said go to school and be a college kid
But in the end I question why I did)
Do what will make God happy
Do what you feel is right
Only but one thing matters
Learn how to live your life
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What Goes Around
I have a peace of mind,
That took a while for me to find.
When I was there for you...
You could care less,
About that mess I was going through.
In fact you even told me,
'Keep strong and stay up! '
You even insisted,
what I 'had' experienced
Was easy enough...
For me to dismiss!
And I should take my medicine,
With shut and silent lips.
And now that you have lost,
All that you have 'owned'.
You believe you can come to me
With your sighs, groans and moans.
But you don't realize,
The many years I did suffering
Alone!
With no one to see or hear my cries,
Shown!
Back up!
Guess what?
I have a peace of mind,
I struggled in time to find!
Back up!
Guess what?
I don't wish to be rude.
Neither disrespectful or crude.
But you've made your own decisions...
As you did!
With your attempts to endorse me
As the neighborhood fool!
However...
I am not going to be that cruel to you.
Back up!
Guess what?
I already know...
What goes around,
Comes around!
And I can see,
You are providing me,
Personal living proof!
It's good to know...
You value 'something'
Connected to truth!
But back up!
Guess what?
I could be nasty.
But like you...
That is not what I choose to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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
poem by John Celes
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I Dont Know
Whats pleasing to the eye
In the delusion of my sight
Is not what I find when I reach into the light
I have lost my mind
Im walking through time
Deluded as the next guy
Pretending and hoping to find
That distant peace of mind
I dont know
Who does know
There is no
Where to go
Its not so simple as I try to wish
But then again what is?
There is no other worthy quest
So on I go
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Being bilingual
There is something
in being bilingual
and when I grew up
we were forced
to take both
official languages at school
being English and Afrikaans.
It was another thing
to be taught maths in English,
when your home language is Afrikaans
and where I was taught in Afrikaans
up till then,
at a school that was
supposed to be
double medium
and to really struggle
with unknown terms
and not being able to comprehend
and to this day
I despise Mrs. Ritchie
who thought that I was stupid
and without the teacher caring
or being able
to teach in Afrikaans
I struggled along
but at university
a professor teaching
Algebra and Calculus
really did care
and taught me well.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Take as Challenge
I have spent sleepless nights
To find solution and answers very right
Each time I tried for its way out
I was finding it fruitless and all about
Why at all life was to be taken as challenge
After all we need square meal and manage
Rest everything was out of reach
As people reminded me and tried to preach
I am now scared to share
As I find no place to go near
How I would try to go somewhere
If that leads me to land no where
I thought to end life with no way open
Such ideas may creep in mind all of sudden
I had not known the full potential
As life would be really proving substantial
What is there to stare at sky?
Mind think uselessly about its hollowness and fly
No usefulness can be attained with doubtful mind
It must adapt to the situation and arty to find
What we are looking for in life to carry out mission?
Is it meant for eating and spending time with confusion?
Is there anything to do other than to think endlessly?
Or come in terms with real life and spend it happily
We may breathe as long it is granted by almighty
Nobody is allowed to end it for the fear of poverty
Many more hurdles can make life miserable
Here it may be seen as real danger with trouble
It will be cowardice act if life is ended in failure
On the contrary, steps would have been take n to make it sure
No one here is so sure about his life game
One must live it lavishly with forceful claim
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Intuition
ladedada
ladedada
ladedada da dum
I'm just a simple girl
In a high tech digital world
I really try to understand
All the powers that rule this land
They say Miss J's big butt is boss
Kate Moss can't find a job
In a world of post modern fad
What was good now is bad
It's not hard to understand
Just follow this simple plan
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
ladedada
ladedada
ladedada da dum
You look at me
But you're not quite sure
Am I it or could you get more?
You learn cool from magazines
You learn love from Charlie Sheen
If you want me let me know
I promise i won't say no
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
You got something that you want me to sell
Sell your sin
Just cash in
You got something that you want me to tell
You'll love me
Wait and see
If you want me
Don't play games
I promise
It won't be in vain
Uh-uh-uh
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Just follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
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No Access To Fast Food, Branded Clothes And
The creation of nations,
that have passion,
for money and power,
is the absolute poverty.
Not having the access,
to shelter, food and clothing,
to have a healthy living.
Fifteen percent Americans,
fall under poverty line,
and they earn,
less than,
ONLY 22K American dollar,
per year.
In other parts of the world,
people live,
in appropriate poverty,
and they live on,
2 dollars a day,
six hundred dollars a year,
five people can eat,
have shelter and simple clothing,
still they are healthy.
slim and fit.
Europeans are clever,
to make the people to believe,
that they are poor,
earning only 800 Euro a month,
Which is above,
the average annual income,
of many developing nations,
where people have,
no access to any wealth and health.
All of us stay in the same earth,
but the value of properties,
and the rental acquired,
through the properties,
differ substantially.
Politicians of the poor nations,
have abysmal knowledge on economics.
To be a rich nation,
we should have values,
but these clowns are short sighted,
to look at the value,
of their own properties!
Do not say that they are poor,
because the term poor itself,
will be ashamed,
for using its credibility,
for wrong purpose.
Please do not call them poor,
when the nations are able to provide them,
the food, shelter and health care.
Find a suitable word,
and leave the poor alone,
who have no access,
to any of these comforts on their own,
and their nations,
are unable to provide them,
the access to the comfort.
Reason for writing this poem.
The feelings of the poor are the same through out the world, irrespective of the countries that they are staying, but the proper definition for poverty should be clarified before classifying the people as poor, which means the poor of one country may be considered as the rich in another country. Then what is the real meaning for poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Can Not Be Bought To Purchase
The finding of a peace within,
Comes as a blessing one can not explain.
And...
Becomes a feeling known one wishes not to change.
Anyone wanting to give their peace of mind away...
Either has too much of it.
Or afraid others might find them crazy!
And this is a possibility.
Since a peace felt within...
Is often interpreted as being self centered.
And if it is?
Few with a deserved and earned peace of mind,
Are going to care less how others address it.
Very, very few are going to show this as a concern.
Unless the living in bliss becomes too much to handle.
And as of yet...
No one has been arrested for experiencing too much joy!
To have peace within is a happening,
That can not be bought to purchase.
Nor can the value of it be priced to sell.
One's soul that has been sold on keeping it,
Can find nothing else that qualifies...
A reason why the ridding of it would be a thought.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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