Biography of Isam Hussain
Editor and publisher of the North East Poetry Journal, a quarterly publication promoting poetry in the North East of England.
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: www.communigate.co.uk/lanchestercommunitycentre.
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)
Isam Hussain Poems
Belief And Unbelief
Sceptics say God is an illusion, a figment of human imagination, a sure sign of self-delusion. They deride the contradiction
A haunting sound is heard softly whistling, like a magic flute in the distance playing, luring summer leaves to hum and sway, to don new colours, dance and play;
The Boy Who Could'nt Weep
Silent images flashed on my TV screen: a child, in rags, sat on a stone amid smouldering huts, all alone, his bewildered eyes scanned the scene.
The Tsunami (Boxing Day 2004, South East...
Gaya stirred, moved beneath the ocean, caused uproar in the realm of Poseidon. Frenzied with rage, frothing at the mouth, his chargers rushed her idyllic shores,
Caught between a rock and a hard place certainties vanish into the far distance, doubts loom large like a spectre of doom; I am confused, trapped in my little room.
The Way Of True Friendship
I used to look askance at him, kept my distance, 'Help of the helpless' they called him, I disagreed. How could he be a source of comfort and solace, when he is never at hand when most needed?
Land And Sea
As though by some eternal decree Land and Sea are destined to disagree over where the shoreline should be.
My First Drink In A Pub (1957)
Still young and green I went to a pub in the mill town of Halifax and landed myself in a fix.
Once, I roamed freely, winging between land and sky. Now I am caged in an alien land. One day I will venture beyond.
I saw her, I didn't need a second glance; rushed to ask her, 'May I have this dance? ' Somehow I knew her answer would be yes, and to the Rumba rhythm we danced close.
The Cloud Of Unkowing
Doubting leads to questioning, questioning to full knowledge. Follow the trail, be unwavering, you will succeed, so said the sage.
A Momement To Remember
I was invited into their world, twins, barely ten days old, held at the breast, feeding with zest.
Friends At A Distance
Strolling by lake Windermere one fine Spring day, I watched the breeze caress the mere as it went on its merry way.
History Is Bunkum
History is often written by the victor, a web of deceit woven by the writer to glorify the deeds of his master and decry the works of the loser:
Was It Really So?
And did the countenance divine
shine forth upon Bethlehem’s hills;
and did a host of angels give praise
at the birth of the Saviour near an inn?
And did the Magi come from afar
to pay homage, guided by a star,
and did Caesar a census decree
and Herod go on a killing spree?