Isam Hussain

Isam Hussain Poems

Sceptics say God is an illusion,
a figment of human imagination,
a sure sign of self-delusion.
They deride the contradiction
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A haunting sound is heard softly whistling,
like a magic flute in the distance playing,
luring summer leaves to hum and sway,
to don new colours, dance and play;
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Silent images flashed on my TV screen:
a child, in rags, sat on a stone
amid smouldering huts, all alone,
his bewildered eyes scanned the scene.
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Gaya stirred, moved beneath the ocean,
caused uproar in the realm of Poseidon.
Frenzied with rage, frothing at the mouth,
his chargers rushed her idyllic shores,
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Caught between a rock and a hard place
certainties vanish into the far distance,
doubts loom large like a spectre of doom;
I am confused, trapped in my little room.
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I used to look askance at him, kept my distance,
'Help of the helpless' they called him, I disagreed.
How could he be a source of comfort and solace,
when he is never at hand when most needed?
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As though by some eternal decree
Land and Sea are destined to disagree
over where the shoreline should be.
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Still young and green
I went to a pub
in the mill town of Halifax
and landed myself in a fix.
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I saw her, I didn't need a second glance;
rushed to ask her, 'May I have this dance? '
Somehow I knew her answer would be yes,
and to the Rumba rhythm we danced close.
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10.

Once, I roamed freely,
winging between land and sky.
Now I am caged in an alien land.
One day I will venture beyond.
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Doubting leads to questioning,
questioning to full knowledge.
Follow the trail, be unwavering,
you will succeed, so said the sage.
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I was invited into their world,
twins, barely ten days old,
held at the breast,
feeding with zest.
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History is often written by the victor,
a web of deceit woven by the writer
to glorify the deeds of his master
and decry the works of the loser:
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Strolling by lake Windermere
one fine Spring day,
I watched the breeze caress the mere
as it went on its merry way.
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A pool of tears, always full,
ready to overflow at will
whenever notes of love are strummed
on the strings of my heart.
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The sweet smell of success
wafted my way in past days,
awakened ambitions,
led me by the nose.
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Play down the negative,
accentuate the positive,
add a pinch of additive,
a touch of the superlative,
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Come, Lord, like a thief in the night,
come at the time of the dying of the light;
stoop low, and with the kiss of your mouth
take this soul of mine, repentant and contrite,
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What is it in the human mind
which explains myth and fact
in the language of the theology
of Beginning and End,
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There is no action replay button
on Nature's wide T.V. screen.
Magical moments suddenly appear,
cast a spell, transform the scene,
...

Isam Hussain Biography

Editor and publisher of the North East Poetry Journal, a quarterly publication promoting poetry in the North East of England. http: //www.communigate.co.uk/ne/lanchestercommunitycentre/page15.phtml BSc. in elecrical engineering from University College, Cardiff (1962. Worked in Scotland in Research & Development at Bathgate, West Lothian. Left for the North East in 1972 to set up in business. Retired in 2007. My interest in poetry came late in life at the age of 64. My first involvement was to compile and edit a book of poems involving poets in my village, Lanchester, and its surrounding districts. In 2002 'Waxing Lyrical' was published and a Poetry Group was formed. I am currently the editor and publisher of 'The North East Poetry Journal', a publication set up to promote poetry in the region and help poets to publish their poems on a regular basis. In addition, I publish anthologies, on a small scale, including my own: 'String of Pearls'. The Journal is posted on the Internet on: www.communigate.co.uk/lanchestercommunitycentre. My interest in the world of religious ideas, their interaction and evolution through history, has taken me on a spiritual journey beyond the literal meaning of religious texts and into a world free from dogma and rituals. I have published several books on the subject. The poetry journal ceased publication in 2012 and I lost interest in writing poetry. Now at the age of 82 I feel the urge to write again, it will be a slow process but fruitful. I look back on life and find it trivial and aimless in purpose. Only religion props up the symbolic building and gives it a meaning. Unfortunately I have no wish to enter and see for myself. I was there once and do not like what I see.)

The Best Poem Of Isam Hussain

Belief And Unbelief

Sceptics say God is an illusion,
a figment of human imagination,
a sure sign of self-delusion.
They deride the contradiction
that pervades our diction
as we speak of our conviction.

Sceptics make accusations,
hastily raise objections,
they sow the seed of confusion;
weave a web of deception
to avoid giving us their solution
to the mystery of Life and Creation.

They present their case plausibly,
quoting Hawking and Darwin readily:
the Big Bang is the origin of Creation,
and Life is rooted in Evolution;
they urge us to abandon self-delusion
and embrace their rational solution.

Theories may help us explain
how things evolve and generate;
they deal with processes in the main,
and show how things originate;
but the Origin of all origins, they admit,
is not within their knowledge or remit.

We offer sceptics this Origin as God:
a Principle of unknown nature or name,
a Reality grasped by the mind,
a Truth known only by love.
This is the One we seek to know as God,
life's companion and faithful friend.

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