Month: August 2012

Book Spine Poetry

I have seen a bit of this book spine poetry around lately, so I thought I’d give it a go.
Here is what I came up with



Observations of a Poet

I am not a poet

I am a person

to whom poetry happens

This fundamental

creative act with language

evokes emotional and sensual

responses to the senses

A power that defines

new meaning to a word

then encourages that word

to become apparent

Flaunting the soul

that few attempt to grasp

and most allow to slip through



in their inoculated

world of

shallow undertakings

of self-centred

bygones that

follow into their future

without thinking

how or why

For surely it is

a sad thing in this world

that people live

in an unpoetic manner

For a poem

is not just isolated

to words on paper

a poem

is a way

of identifying the world

and of oneself

© Suzi Yammouni

Sonnet #1 An Ode to my First Love

Destined for exile atop dusty shelves

aroma of pages, old and new

Into Authors mind one deeply delves

permits any reader to silently pass through

Six and twenty letters laid out

words toyed with ’til resonating awe

similarities of prosaists throughout

write of love affairs in perfection and flaw

Perfect like you and marred like me

forever be, but read once, maybe twice

As I sit and read under a still living tree

I imagine knowledge must come at some price

One must care for books, it is without lie

for every book made, a tree must then die

© Suzi Yammouni

Life is Funny

Life has a funny way of living! It inoculates my mind against all that is good and leaves the hurt to manifest. It is here that I tend to build life, nurture it, help it grow. Bring it out on show for all who live here with their funny way of living. I cage it, anchor it to the ground, give it a personality. People go in, people go out, nobody stays for long. I give this life, that has its funny way of living, the name ‘Enigma’, it’s more stylish, more accepting. It is not until I choose to break free of that funny way of living that I bring forward all that is good. I harness it into a ball of pleasing energy, and it is that energy that I try to hang on to. Now I seek enlightenment. Paths change and a wave of courage takes over. But the familiar funny way of living is too habitual. The push-pull effect against all that is good and all that just hurts begins to beat itself, like waves crashing through the currents. How can I not go back, to that funny way of living? Therein lies the problem! Who am I? How can I be more defined? My actions contradict my feelings. I am not real? I am what my Mother wants me to be, but I have decided I don’t want to stay for that. Then I become what you want me to be and decide that I can’t stay for that either. I have to be what I want to be and all of a sudden I decide that, that is worth sticking around for. All this time I have been nothing but a Thespian putting on a show. The door charge? One peek into your life to see if I can learn anything. I am a life-long scholar of the world. Changes seem sudden, but not to me. I never mind that push-pull effect anymore, I’ve decided that it can stay. It is no longer anchored to the ground. It floats! All in all I think that this funny way of living is pretty damn good and I need to let you know, that it is all thanks to you and your funny way of living.

© Suzi Yammouni


Had my life not been wrapped up in string,
I would cross many miles to be with you.
Only I am not the true owner of my life
A power above all that is seen has enslaved me
Quietly my lips move to the beat of a prayer
With bound hands I pray for solitude
And for the acceptance of all that I have
As one will never know how I truly feel
For that feeling effects only my soul
Who on this earth can truly have what I want?
Apart from those unaware of already having it.

© Suzi Yammouni