Editor and publisher of the North East Poetry Journal, a quarterly publication promoting poetry in the North East of England.
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... more »
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Isam Hussain Poems
Belief and Unbelief
Sceptics say God is an illusion, a figment of human imagination, a sure sign of self-delusion; they deride the contradiction
The Eyes of Horus
Once, the eyes of Horus shone with equal brilliance, sun and moon played hide and seek
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, to dance and to play;
The Boy Who Could'nt Weep
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.
There is a bird which warbles late at night, no doubt fooled by the bright streetlight; it thinks it is day when, in fact, it is night, and feels obliged to sing when it aught not.
Oil Tells Its Story
I can't boast of my pedigree, Or claim to be of noble birth; But let me tell you my history, How people spotted my worth.
Land and Sea
As though by some eternal decree Land and Sea are destined to disagree over where the shoreline should be.
The Tsunami (Boxing Day 2004, South East...
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,
The Way of True Friendship
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?
My First Drink in a Pub (1957)
Still young and green I went to a pub alone in the mill town of Halifax and landed myself in a fix.
All will be Well
All will be well and all manner of things will be well. So pick up the quill, dip it in the inkwell,
Linda (an acrostic poem)
Lady Luck came my way, invited me for a short stay. Not knowing what to do, did not dare to date you.
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.
The Cloud of Unkowing
Doubting leads to questioning, questioning to full knowledge. Follow the trail, be unwavering, you will succeed, so said the sage.
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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 ...