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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 »
Samer Madbak Poems
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... more »
Oh little pet, how much we are akin
Two lonesome creatures in a crystal jail
With glassy eyes we plod an aimless trail
An idle flutter and a visc'ral fin... more »
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.... more »
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!... more »
INTRODUCTION:
How shall I start, O how can I commence
My ditty, Muse, when I am short of sense... more »
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,... more »
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... more »
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!
How eagerly we seek, we plod in vain
Conceive the climax, but effect our ebb
Until the coffin swallows king and pleb
And darkness harries our bizarre campaign
We chase our fancies, who can seize the fume?
Sell all to buy the gem we cannot spend
Our buds we groom until our petals bloom
Abloom, upon Life's thorny stem, we rend
We fix our lamps, set out to meet the groom
We find our ...
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