Isam Hussain

Rookie - 33 Points (8-12-1938 / Iraq)

Isam Hussain Poems

1. A Painting Of Modern Art 5/16/2013
2. A Play Called 'The Coming Of Day' 5/16/2013
3. A Silly Poem 5/16/2013
4. Happiness Will Not Pass Me By 4/1/2010
5. Was It Really So? 5/16/2013
6. Autumn 5/16/2013
7. Christmas - The Lost Hope 5/17/2013
8. Christmas Day 5/17/2013
9. Dalliance 5/17/2013
10. Farewell Hilda Simon 5/17/2013
11. Calvi In Corsica 5/17/2013
12. Backwards To The Future 5/17/2013
13. Even Angels Grow Old And Forgetful 5/17/2013
14. Colours And Shades 5/17/2013
15. Farewell Joe 5/19/2013
16. Faewell My Brother-In-Law 5/19/2013
17. Faith 5/19/2013
18. Forlorn Hope 5/19/2013
19. Breaking Free Is Hard To Do 5/17/2013
20. God Confesses 5/19/2013
21. God's Oversight 5/19/2013
22. Gold-Silver-Bronze 5/19/2013
23. Good Friday 5/19/2013
24. Happiness Second Time Round 5/20/2013
25. From A Jack To A King 5/19/2013
26. Gaddafi 5/19/2013
27. Holy Week - I Was There 5/20/2013
28. In Praise Of Poets 5/20/2013
29. Lanchester 5/20/2013
30. Last Request 5/20/2013
31. No Action Replay 5/20/2013
32. Obama 5/20/2013
33. Oh To Be Divine 5/20/2013
34. Patricia's Second Anniversary (11th Oct 2008) 5/20/2013
35. Paradise Remembered 5/20/2013
36. Patricia's First Anniversary (11th Oct 2007) 5/20/2013
37. Please God Not Another War 5/20/2013
38. Prose-Poetry 5/20/2013
39. Ra's Devotee 5/20/2013
40. Silent Images Of Grief 5/20/2013
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 ...

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A Silly Poem

Oh, how I love to write a silly poem,
one without content or rhyme:
to let my mind wander,
my thoughts meander,
switching freely at random
between reality and dream,
between sense
and nonsense,
completely unabashed,

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