Isam Hussain

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

Isam Hussain Poems

1. A Game Of Bridge 5/16/2013
2. A Momement To Remember 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. All Will Be Well 5/16/2013
7. Answered Prayer 6/10/2013
8. Autumn 5/16/2013
9. Autumn Leaves 5/16/2013
10. Backwards To The Future 5/17/2013
11. Belief And Unbelief 5/17/2013
12. Breaking Free Is Hard To Do 5/17/2013
13. Caged 5/17/2013
14. Calvi In Corsica 5/17/2013
15. Changing Places 5/17/2013
16. Christmas - The Lost Hope 5/17/2013
17. Christmas Day 5/17/2013
18. Colours And Shades 5/17/2013
19. Dalliance 5/17/2013
20. Desiderata (Desired Things) 3/16/2015
21. Even Angels Grow Old And Forgetful 5/17/2013
22. Faewell My Brother-In-Law 5/19/2013
23. Faith 5/19/2013
24. Farewell Hilda Simon 5/17/2013
25. Farewell Joe 5/19/2013
26. Forlorn Hope 5/19/2013
27. Friends At A Distance 5/19/2013
28. From A Jack To A King 5/19/2013
29. Frozen In Time 5/19/2013
30. Gaddafi 5/19/2013
31. Genesis, Then And Now 5/19/2013
32. God Confesses 5/19/2013
33. God's Oversight 5/19/2013
34. Gold-Silver-Bronze 5/19/2013
35. Good Friday 5/19/2013
36. Happiness Second Time Round 5/20/2013
37. Happiness Will Not Pass Me By 4/1/2010
38. History Is Bunkum 5/20/2013
39. Holy Week - I Was There 5/20/2013
40. Hypocracy 5/21/2013
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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