My name is Samer Edward Madbak. I was born in Beirut, Lebanon, on the 31st of July 1969. I hold the Australian nationality, and I am married to a wonderful Lebanese lass; Salwa Wardeh. We have three beautiful boys, Edward (b.1999) and Mark (b.2001) and John (b.2008) . We live in Beirut, and I work as a teacher at the American Community School of Beirut. I teach chemistry to grades 9-12. I ... more »
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Samer Madbak Poems
Poem 138, Sonnet 73: Figless
My stalk is dry, these boughs are struck with blight This figless foliage stands a barren tree A life anathema my fair decree To wither from the roots is verdict right
Poem 002: Away! Distress
When lances of loneliness stab me so deep, As daystar declines, and the Globe falls asleep, When uncontrolled sadness reigns over my realms, A feeling of sore in my heart overwhelms.
Poem 000: Paradise Conquered (a disconti...
INTRODUCTION: How shall I start, O how can I commence My ditty, Muse, when I am short of sense
Poem 090, Sonnet 42: The Scare
Sweet Mother there is nothing I can tell, My love is past the bound’ries of expression And if I lisp, my terms are ill digression A stray account of me, a wasted yell,
Poem 096: Mythology
‘Twas not my fault But cosmic time That flung me to this vault Of boundless strife
Poem 135, Sonnet 70: Whitewashed Tomb
Oh den of dire dreams, and pit of pain How woeful are your whims, your wicked web Your beaming bliss is but a bilious bleb Thou hole of heady hopes, O world inane!
Poem 140, Sonnet 75: Deference -new-
Domesticated, this bloodthirsty beast Is tame, these feral urges are subdued Refined and meek the erstwhile brash and crude And fragrant fasting foils that flagrant feast
Poem 007: Ode to “J”
Your mem’ry torments me and sets me aflame, Bewilders my senses, enfeebles my frame. This love that I feel is afflicting my soul, Augmenting my heartache whene’er I am sole.
Poem 054: The Battering (a scene from Be...
Once more we gather, once again In this sheltered room The pose, the endless pattering Once more
Poem 078: August…Alas!
O month of cheer August of company August, my dear Where is our sweet assembly?
Poem 104, Sonnet 50: On an Intimate’s De...
Poem 104, Sonnet 50: On an Intimate’s Departure There is a certain glamour in those eyes A curious blend of grief and gaiety
Poem 121: I Stand Alone
I stand alone Despite the gentle eyes This playful policy And my ambrosial tone
Poem 128, Sonnet 63: I Miss you, Love
I miss you, love, I miss your presence dear Your smile, your scent so sweet fill not the air The walls are dull, the bed is bleak and bare Where is that soothing touch, your heart sincere?
Poem 130, Sonnet 65: Lonely Wedding
Your lipstick is untouched… your wrinkled skirt Unironed… dryer hushed… your sweet cologne Does not pervade the room… and all alone I dust my suit and flat my yellow shirt
Comments about Samer Madbak
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Poem 138, Sonnet 73: Figless
My stalk is dry, these boughs are struck with blight
This figless foliage stands a barren tree
A life anathema my fair decree
To wither from the roots is verdict right
I am the mark of ruin, bark of spite
The teardrop midst the joy of Bethany
The Gloom that counters Bloom's hegemony
The leafage shed despite the summer bright
I balk, no more the sparrow's honeyed rest
The cloth of Adam, or Nathaniel's lair
Accursed and stigmatized, my buds unblessed
I shed my verdancy, my limbs are bare
I am the perch of owls, the raven's nest
A cast of branches waiting ...