Ghassan Sayegh

Tuckahoe, New York, USA

I write poems in English, French and Arabic. I write many essays and articles. My career is far from being poetic, I'm president of Real Estate and Trade companies. Twice Winner of "Who's Worldwide" 92/93/94. I'm published in other Poetry publications and few times in the National Library of Poetry. 90% of my writing and poetry revolve around God and love, who are the source of all good things, of harmony and happiness, since life without God and Love is an ocean without living waters and an horizon without sunrise and sunset.

Beauty

Twinkling wide black eyes in the love weaved,
The body is lush, the breasts are heaved,
Senuous innocence on the face sparked
Passionate longings my life have marked.
Teasing promises did still her fears,
Shivering sighs wiped out her tears,
With voice soft as a candle at night,
I became blinded by her daylight.
I melted before her seductive smile,
Eager, I darted racing the smile,
She ran her tongue over her lips,
The heart almost leaped out of the ribs.
Silver sequin smile with orchard voice,
Swept me off my feet, left me no choice,
Trembled, I opened desires door,
And longed to be in touch much more.

Lost Waif

The heart wounded of the scars and illness,
The mind dazzled emitting his airwaves,
The body wrecked labors in stillness,
Before me stood an alluring lost waif.
I'm tempted as I've never been before,
My dreams revived and rendered master,
I drifted into emotions galore,
Thus I met few truimphs and disasters.
With her, the love seemed servant and master,
Love and be loved defying great danger,
The heart pulses ticked faster and faster,
Yet only when swapped it makes a merger.
Then, she drove me to ultimate fury,
With love's cutting rapier's sharp edges,
Declared herself judge and jury,
And she mined the roads and blew the bridges.

Pain

The many wounds kept me sane
As, Joanne of Arc, I'm unjustly slain;
I wish I had a washed brain
So forever to forget feeling drained.
One can dispute killer Cain
As it seems forever I lost the reins;
No one can dispute Job's fame
He waited on God and his reign regain.
I can no longer explain
Why I am so heavily in chains;
The why forever remains
A mystery for me, the scattered brain.
With sorows and huge pain
As forever I lamented in vain;
Heaven lost not heaven gained
As the Israelites, I pray for rain.