The Pulse of Michigan- poem by: Ibaa Ismail

The Pulse of Michigan

Poem by: Ibaa Ismail




When the robin flies high,
it caresses the sky of creativity
and rests on the white pine tree,
singing its eternal song
in all the languages of the world,
where everyday is a diverse festival
of man
the melody blends
with the voices of artists and poets.

The robin's colorful feathers scatter
and mix with the ethnic hues
of history and humanity.
The brushes of artists
and the poems of the angelic snow
rest on the earth's warmth.

One man after another finds his soul
illuminating with philanthropy, creativity, and prosperity
when the robin rests on each window at dawn
giving him the freedom from its wings--
the keys of peace
and new hope
to embrace humanity
away from war.

An Arab American newspaper Forum & Link interview

Two Arab American poets meet Jibran Khalil Jibran & Ibaa Ismail!

Appreciation certificate from World Arab Translators' Association

My article published in an Arab American newspaper AL-Itidal

Iraqi writer Nash'at Mandwee comments on my poetry

Arab American Writers' meeting in Detroit

My poem The Bird of the Spirit published in Tishreen newspaper in 1985

In Tishreen Newspaper 1985

The Symphony of Roses- poem by: Ibaa Ismail

The Symphony of Roses
Poem by: Ibaa Ismail


A hope is flying in the space of love
as stars exhale the glitter from the water of its spirit
and pour it in two hearts..
And the fingers of roses pour their light
To soliloquize their adore to a spike.
Venus dwells in the sky of a tender affection
in the latitude of a kiss and two shivers

You and I are two visions,
blossoming dew and radiating in two exiles.
Is it because we are two birds flying in the horizon of our echoes
and folding our springy wings
like anthems of lure?
Or because we are two fruits
Flourishing in the moaning of the earth
and searching for our peaceful existence?

Is the nature in our blood
Or we are the nature?!
We are the children of fertility.
We are the flowers of life.
If we sewed its strings fancy,
our progeny chants jewels and music,
and we flourish auroras in the breath of light.