Isam Hussain

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

Isam Hussain Poems

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

I saw it hanging in the 'Modern Art Section',
intriguing, inviting my close inspection:
Star-like dots occupied the middle,
comet-like tails trailed behind.
It struck me as some kind of a riddle,
a puzzle to solve and to understand.

I remained immersed in deep thought.
Someone asked, 'what do you make of it? ’

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