Isam Hussain

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

Isam Hussain Poems

41. In Praise Of Poets 5/20/2013
42. Ivf Children 5/20/2013
43. King Winter 5/21/2013
44. Lanchester 5/20/2013
45. Land And Sea 5/20/2013
46. Last Request 5/20/2013
47. Lent 5/20/2013
48. Light A Candle For Iraq Today 5/20/2013
49. Linda (An Acrostic Poem) 5/20/2013
50. Linda's 58th Birthday 5/20/2013
51. London (1957 - 2010) 5/20/2013
52. Mary, Mother Of Joy And Sorrow 5/20/2013
53. Massacre Of The Innocents (Baslan) 5/20/2013
54. Mental Block 5/20/2013
55. Must It Always Be So? 5/20/2013
56. My First Drink In A Pub (1957) 5/20/2013
57. My Patricia 5/20/2013
58. No Action Replay 5/20/2013
59. Nothing New Under The Sun 5/20/2013
60. Now Is The Time 5/20/2013
61. Obama 5/20/2013
62. Oh To Be Divine 5/20/2013
63. Oil Tells Its Story 5/20/2013
64. Paradise Remembered 5/20/2013
65. Patricia's First Anniversary (11th Oct 2007) 5/20/2013
66. Patricia's Second Anniversary (11th Oct 2008) 5/20/2013
67. Please God Not Another War 5/20/2013
68. Prose-Poetry 5/20/2013
69. Purpose And Meaning Of Life 5/21/2013
70. Ra's Devotee 5/20/2013
71. Silent Images Of Grief 5/20/2013
72. Since You Went Away 5/20/2013
73. Sleepy Day 5/20/2013
74. Something In The Heart Abiding 5/20/2013
75. Sweet Smell Of Success 5/20/2013
76. The Art Of Spin 5/20/2013
77. The Boy Who Could'Nt Weep 5/20/2013
78. The Carouser 5/20/2013
79. The Cloud Of Unkowing 5/21/2013
80. The Dream Never Dies 5/21/2013
Best Poem of Isam Hussain

The Eyes Of Horus

Once, the eyes of Horus
shone with equal brilliance,
sun and moon
played hide and seek
like two lovers in dalliance.
Then jealousy raised its head,
Seth raised his hand
against his brother, Osiris.

Lying in wait,
Seth bends his bow,
fires a vengeful arrow,
misses King Osiris,
strikes the eye of Horus,
wounding it, dimming its light.
Now the moon hides in darkness
while the sun boasts of its brightness.

The moon grows daily
more jealous and angry;
its full face burns with fury,
but can’t regain its past glory. ...

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A Game Of Bridge

The pack is shuffled and cut,
the dealer gives each his lot.
I sense Hope welling up within,
whispering, “It is your turn to win”.

I pick up my allotted share,
expecting a set good and fair;
a hand I can play with flair.
My Hope is dashed, I despair.

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