Samer Madbak Poems

There is a certain glamour in those eyes
A curious blend of grief and gaiety
That nourishes my heart with buoyancy
Exalts my spirit unto blissful highs…
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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.
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Impound my verve, dissolve my grief, unhinge
The weary rusted pivots of my cheer
I wield my chest, brandish your torrid spear
And jab at will, I won't retract or cringe
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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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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,
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There is no blood beneath this hollow hull
A lifeless life of missions to fulfill
I grit my grit beneath this restless mill
I don the pall of burden, dark and dull,
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Dethrone me now, depose me
Usurp this gaudy crown
Before I coalesce
With this lofty seat
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Your lipstick is untouched, your wrinkled skirt
Unironed, dryer hushed, your sweet cologne
Does not pervade the room, and all alone
I dust my suit and flat my yellow shirt
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That's my last Nissan rolling down the street
Looking as if she were brand new, this hand
That veered her supple wheels has no command
She moves, but these are not my pressing feet
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Do I love you, do I? O Lord I wish I knew
The jargon of my soul that I may manifest
My lesser secrets, Oh I wish I could construe
The sapless murmurs soaring in my burning breast
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