Isam Hussain

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

Biography of Isam Hussain

Editor and publisher of the North East Poetry Journal, a quarterly publication promoting poetry in the North East of England.
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BSc. in elecrical engineering from University College, Cardiff (1962. Worked in Scotland in Research & Development at Bathgate, West Lothian. Left for the North East in 1972 to set up in business. Retired in 2007.
My interest in poetry came late in life at the age of 64. My first involvement was to compile and edit a book of poems involving poets in my village, Lanchester, and its surrounding districts. In 2002 'Waxing Lyrical' was published and a Poetry Group was formed. I am currently the editor and publisher of 'The North East Poetry Journal', a publication set up to promote poetry in the region and help poets to publish their poems on a regular basis. In addition, I publish anthologies, on a small scale, including my own: 'String of Pearls'. The Journal is posted on the Internet on:
My interest in the world of religious ideas, their interaction and evolution through history, has taken me on a spiritual journey beyond the literal meaning of religious texts and into a world free from dogma and rituals. I have published several books on the subject.

Isam Hussain's Works:

Colours of the Truth (ISBN 0 9533658 0 8)
(Mankind's search for self-knowledge in the traditions of Mesopotamia, Egypt, Israel, and India)

Lords of Eternity (ISBN 0 9533658 1 6)
(The divine nature of humanity is sought in the incarnation of the Divine in Krishna and Jesus)

Hurdles in the Way of Christian Unity (0 9533658 2 4)
(The status of the Pope, the meaning of Communion, the status of the Virgin Mary)

String of Pearls (ISBN 978-0-9555153-4-7)
(A collection of my poems)

Taking a Chance on God (ISBN 978-0-9555153-5-4)
(The conscience is the soft still voice of God) Updates

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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