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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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,
praise the Lord of All,
and proclaim, ‘All will be well.’

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