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 110, Sonnet 55: On Teachers’ Day
How shall I thank you? Let me count the ways And though the styles of hearty gratitude Are various, do forgive my attitude If I, in shaky verse, should pen my praise
Poem 079: On the Eve of Our Lady’s Day (...
Tonight, Tonight my dearly brothers celebrate… My village, my North All hamlets of my North
Poem 134, Sonnet 69: To David Spooner, a...
Dear Dave, your arguments, I must admit, Have often struck an amenable chord A man of knowledge vast, of savvy wit, A whiz of rhetoric, a diction lord,
Poem 112: Thy Glory, Thy Valley
I thank You for your goodness Mighty Sire Whose grace has safely moored my wasted galley, Dismiss Thy servant now, to Your desire, My eyes have seen Thy Glory, seen Thy Valley!
Poem 132, Sonnet 67: Monody of a Moribun...
These dreams are bootless, all those hopes and cheers Are purposeless, the dandy days conceived Within my mind, confused and self-deceived, Have dissipated... squalid souvenirs!
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 098: Tedium
Upon the seamy strands Of nonage, Beneath the scorching kindle Of this canopy
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 046, Sonnet 17: Narcissus
I deem me something of a higher race, A lonesome lord of dignified estate I think me origin of time and space A god whose word is might, whose will is fate.
Poem 058, Sonnet 21: Downfall
I’m sorry, damosel, you failed the test, I tried to help you, God knows that I tried, For three years have I toiled, my efforts plied In vain, my labor disapproved, unblest.
Poem 060, Sonnet 22: Psalm 22(23)
The Good Lord shepherds me, I shall not want, He maketh me to lie in verdant meads, He guideth me beside the placid font. In paths of righteousness my soul He leads
Poem 065, Sonnet 25: Score
Now is the day, the bound'ry of July The close of buoyancy, the end of play Today my boyhood hums its elegye To welcome ripeness, Lord! I’m score today.
Poem 066: Freaky World
My world and I are odd duality So congruent in unconformity, He persecutes me, challenging me oft But I select retiring to my loft
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?
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Poem 110, Sonnet 55: On Teachers’ Day
How shall I thank you? Let me count the ways
And though the styles of hearty gratitude
Are various, do forgive my attitude
If I, in shaky verse, should pen my praise
And yet, what words can I employ to phrase
The tale of one whose lofty habitude
Is self-denial, rendered for the good
Of many that they may have better days…
O lamp of generations, let your grace
Your boundless bounty be our guiding light
Upon life’s path, and if we can’t requite
Your excellence, let us at least embrace
Your sacrifice and follow faithfully:
To give, to give, and ...