Edmond Iskandar

Waleed J. Iskandar
( By Edmond Iskandar)

We Remember

Angels at midnight

All the Angels at midnight,
Singing to the Eternel light,
Praying to Him to have pitty,
On his poor community.

OH WALEED to their voices your's is joined,
Our ears heard it so clear,
No sorrows not a single tear,
In the eyes of Mom and Dad most dear.

(December 25, 2001 Copyright)

My Heart is full of Grief

My heart is full of grief,
Is that what I need?
I am looking for some relief,
To have my wound stop the bleed.

Where, my remedy is to be found,
To whom I call! no echo! no sound!
From whom my life was to be bound,
Through the golden beams around.

I envy every man
whose life Is full of love and consolation.
Whose words are to every soul,
A mean of happiness and aspiration.

I write and speak everywhere.
I want to say not to fail.
About his qualities super fair.
Which are honored and prevail.

What shall I do, I feel sorrow,
I am sad, I may be mad.
I am lost in my black thought.
Nothing to have, nothing to add.

Every hour during my day.
And a big part of the long night.
I don't stop, I always pray.
For him whose face is bright.

To be wise ready for trial.
On earth, death is a travel.
Nothing real, all is superficial .
But life, here, is eternal.

What treasure do we seek.
Up on the mountain's peak.
WALEED is looking right down.
Pointing to us with a crown.

MOM and DAD!! be happy .
Throw away all your sadness.
If you don't I shall be ...
Blaming much your weakness

Life is not at all so sweet.
It has plenty of wild thorns.
We must know how to meet,
When we are hit by its horns.

I may fill a whole book.
If I allow my sentiments.
When in your face I look.
But I have to stop my comments.

If we have to meet in Paradise,
We have to be strong and wise.
With hope and faith we shall rise,
Or we miss the way otherwise.

Oh JOSEPH! you are full of mind and will.
You don't scare from any thrill.
But what ever from Heaven comes,
You have to settle the bill.
(12/28/2001, Copyright)

To Waleed

What we don't remember,
During the month of December.
When we look at the Christmas Tree,
We feel how in Heaven You are free.

The family forming a circle.
Every one notes a word.
For the finest & most gentle.
Your smile was his reward.

( 12/29/2001, Copyright)

New Year's Eve

(After a long meditation, I thought it will be good if I put on paper a summary of some ideas, which burst from my heart on this occasion of New Year's Eve. Addressed and dedicated to Joseph and his family.
May it help them to bear their pain . )

During the days of the feast,
You used to travel and visit us.
Having in your heart at least,
Love, Devotion, Sympathy and plus.

New-Year's Day is tomorrow,
Many pretty wishes we exchange.
Happiness and Joy sings the sparrow,
To break off our poisoned rage.

What we say you do deserve;
More and more of kind expressions.
Why are not those definitions,
Which we store in our reserve.

OH!! Waleed! note In your book,
Every word, every sign, every look.
We miss you each and every moment.
This is true and not a compliment.

( 12/31/2001 copyright)

Meditation continued...

If we travel East and West,
We see nothing, but your face.
Which is the best of the best.
Full of glory, full of grace.

WALEED! we miss you every day.
while we walk or when we stay.
We miss you each and every night.
While looking at the moonlight.

We miss you on every meal.
When we eat fish or roasted veal.
After you, what have we to lose?
Nothing remain and nothing to choose.

Why are you hasty to run.
Won't you wait for some fun?
Relatives and friends are gathered;
To show how you are dear and beloved.

(12/31/2001, Copyright)

Meditation continued...

Oh WALEED!! It is our destiny to suffer.
All the loads of pain we bear.
Your loss has no value to cover.
Though we settle every fare.

OH WALEED!! Besides all kinds of qualities.
You hold a range of beauties.
Refined manners are their crown.
Shiny and brillant in every town.

If we use every piece of paper.
And every drop of writing ink.
Never we reach to a proper phrase.
By which we do you praise.

Who is to cherish and esteem.
With all our trasures we redeem.
Waleed is our aim and target.
Whom we never shall forget.

What is honored after death.
Holding us to our last breath.
By the virtue vested in love.
Thou art pure, clear as a winter Dove.

What I wish and beg and hope,
That Peace over the world prevail.
And that ships lift their rope.
And good winds enable them to sail.

(01/02/2002, Copyright)

One Year Passed ...

In poetry every feeling counts
Sweet or bitter what ever you hear
To this rule words are in accounts
To awaken your inner sphere

One year passed and many to follow
Day after day my sentiments grow
In faith and love as I never saw
How precious you are fine or raw

I have many ideas to declare
for every body who wants to share
Until now what you have heard
Is pure sincere like the morning bird.

As long as I live and my heart beats
For a single moment never hesitate
To keep your love on my front seats
The unforgettable without any debate.

Oh dear I have never thought
That your absence is so painful.
Yet inspite of all courage I fought
To show how I am grateful.

No body is a looser money wise.
Though the number over millions rise.
Compared to few innocent smiles.
Even if you walk for, thousand miles.

25 August 2002

Waleed, it is your Birthday August twenty five.
You are in the heart of everyone.
Present and forever alive.
Until everybody shall be gone.

You are confirming ourselves
In faith as well as in fate.
Nobody can replace any mate.
Though they share the same plate.

May Heaven be merciful.
and unite us in eternity.
This, will be very helpful.
To enjoy that serenity.

We Remember

We Have searched every place .
To find the winner of the race .
We have been told about you.
We believed and that was true.

We do remember you every day.
When you were serious or you play.
We shall not forget any sign .
At the moment when you resign.

You are pure as a gem .
You are clear as a beam.
If you are awake or you dream,
You will never change the stream.

To which extend we keep your love.
No limits until our last breath.
This feeling will light the stove,
Until the day of our death.

Meditation continued ...

We are unable to complain.
Or to sit for possible bargain.
This is our fate, by the Lord who reign,
Hoping not to repeat it again.

We are faithful and no doubt about,
If we are in or we are out.
We think by the heart not by the mind.
So we believe and remain blind.

The unforgettable is your memorial day.
Every year we celebrate it again.
To us, it is like a fruitful grain.
Which came up without any delay.

A crown of roses we prepared.
To honor your departure as we said.
We shall not fail in future.
To do it by low of nature.

We are not to be blamed.
Since we bear the sacrifice.
Or not to be ashamed,
Of what appear on the dice.

Our wound is so deep we know.
No doctor can make the operation
To cure it and break the arrow
And help us with some consolation.

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