Beautiful Silence

© Musue N. Haddad

There is silence.
Here, there, yonder,
Where are the folks?
Not the ones who gloat;
Theirs is nuisance.
As for the goats,
Annoying bleaters!
Pass the ones who groan.
It is hindrance.
Ah, ah! Not the crooks.
I’ll pay fee of sixpence;
For sure voidance.
Rather march with the grouts,
A silent mergence,
Without grievance.

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I Wait

© Musue N. Haddad

I wait to be held
In your arms
Hold me, cuddle me
Watch over and love
Intensity of your arms
Warmth of your touch
Caressing of your fingers

I wait to be hugged
Gently, soothingly, lovingly
I crave to be hugged
Love to be hugged
Sheltered in a loving arms
It's a a beautiful dream
I'll surely stay in forever

I wait for whisper
Soft, gentle whisper
Your breathe on my neck
Tender warm air on my ears
Fill with sweet soothing words
I'll wait to hear it more
As you inch closer to me
Reach the core of my heart
Come honey, whisper to me

I wait to gaze
Deeply in your eyes
Reflection of stars inside
Feel your heart pounding
And your love flies.
Soaring higher and higher,
Reaching for the skies.

I wait to be kissed
Softly; then earnestly
A kiss I so desired
Take me in your arms
On the wings of love,
That’ll linger forever
Enduring and so true
Just for me; me and you

I wait to be your bride
Your hands in mine
Secured, protected, loved
In your heart; eyes
Make a pledge you keep
I’ll honor you my darling,
Give you my fullest heart
With all that I am.


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I’m Quiet

© Musue N. Haddad

I’m quiet
And silent
Whisper softly
Tread gently
But deep inside
There’s a storm
So very near
Waiting and watching

I’m quiet
And hush
Mumble lightly
Walk in silence
But in my eyes
Unseen tears flow
Rolling down my cheeks
No longer can wait

I’m quiet
And wordless
Hurt deep inside
Wail in silence
Without a sound
The grinding agony
Throbbing of my heart
A quiet storm in my heart

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"Don’t Ask"

© Musue N. Haddad

You said “Don’t ask.”
When I asked
You said don’t see
When I opened my eyes
You said don’t touch
When I desired a touch

I’ll shut my mouth
At your request
But more questions
Deep within my heart
As it drips with tears
Aches in my heart

I’ll shut my mouth
But not just my mouth
And you know just that
My mind overflows all
Things that were said
And the predictions
Of what you'd do


I’ll keep my mouth shut
About you, about us
Just as you insisted
To do just as you insist
I’ll look the other way
Not to see; not to ask
Not to want to/a touch
Expect nothing less

(First drafted October 2011)


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Flip, Flop Life

© Musue N. Haddad

Flip, flop, flip flop
That is just it
What is it?
One day it is up
Next day what happens?
It is all down

Who wants a Flip Flop life?
Instability, insecurity
It’s all a flux
For the soul
Collapses, crushes
Million broken pieces
Irrevocable; beyond repair

Do you like flip flop?
I do not; I don’t!
Not in this place
Never in the home
I abhor flip flops
Here, there, anywhere
It crushes, and sinks
The home and heart
Such irreparable damage!
What Flip, Flop life.
A Life of Instability


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Lost Dreams?

© Musue N. Haddad

Where are the dreams
That came to us
Beautiful dreams unfulfilled
Are they lost in our dreams?
Or carried away by the wind
Dreams of beautiful times
We walked together
Hand in hand, side by side
Moving to the future
Where are the dreams that came to you?
They felt beautiful and alive
I waited to touch them
The warmth from its glow
Captivated my heart
And I waited, just for you
To fulfill those dreams
Will you let the dreams go?
And the memories wilt?
Or fly away with the wind?
Are the dreams broken, shattered?
All dead, and lost my dear?
I still hear and feel the dreams
But it feels like a dream.
Was this just a dream?
Do I say farewell to the dream?

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Fill My Heart

© Musue N. Haddad

What a laden heart
A heavy heart from dusk
To dawn
Heart truly occupied today
Filled with reflections, emotions
Teary silence, not a word
To speak of my thoughts
Dreams, hopes, emotions
So I take this time
To bring it all to him
My Lord, my Almighty God
I say to Him
Lord, look deep within me
You know my thoughts, feelings
Why the emotions, feelings
You’re the mighty healer
My guide, and my strength
Provider of strength
Remove the fears
And the silent tears
The weight from my heart
Replace the fears
And the warm tears
And the weakness
With your beautiful love
And strength from above
Send your joy and peace
To fill my grieving heart
You are one and great
Healer of my heart
My provider and guide
As I rise to face the day
No more fears, tears
But joy and peace
Weariness is gone
Replace with strength
Doubt taken over by faith
Your love overridden fear
Thank you for this day.

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You're Special to Me

© Musue N. Haddad

From the moment you held me,
You've been in my dreams, thoughts
That's because you've captured my heart
I always wonder if you feel the same
So when you say I'm special
It makes me love you more
And to say to you, my dear
Capture me, and let me stay forever
In your arms and in your heart

Let me tell you a little secret
Do you know when you hold me
Or when I stand close to you
My heart beats faster and faster
It melts when you whisper to me
Sometimes I want to scream aloud
Shout you to the world, my dear
Write your name in the sky
Dance with you on the rainbow

Let me whisper to you, my dear
My every heart beat says I want you
Ask all the birds and they will tell you
That you are always on my mind
And sing of you every day, my dear
So come close; whisper to me
Let me feel your breathe
Hold me; tell me how you feel
Promise to be with me always
Because you're special to me

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Happy July 26th!

© Musue N. Haddad

Hip, hip, it’s July 26!
So I say to all of you,
White, blue collar workers
Farmers, layman, laborers
Our friends, families
And compatriots, I say
Happy Independence Day!
On this special day
Come together as one
Keep alive our dreams
Work as a great team
My people, your people
From Mount Wuteve
To the Putu Range
Along the coastal plains
Near mangroves and swamps
And deep in the rainforest
Come together as one
And let’s celebrate
Our day, the Liberian way
Salsa, drums beats, aloud
Kick our feet in the dust
Boogie the sun down
Shake it way, way down
Blow up firecrackers.
Light up the Liberian sky
It’s Independence Day.
Let the Lone Star fly high
We’re all one people

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This Child, Under the Clouds

© Musue N. Haddad

This child’s face sometimes black
White, yellow, chocolate brown
Sun’s ray always bright
In those eyes, dazzling bright
Everyday story of a little boy
True story of a boy once bright
Unfolding, but with fright
Boy whose birth was celebrated
Face once shone with joy, lighted
Now gravely dampened, clouded
Innocence like my child, and yours
Like every child, this little boy
Born with greatness; a genius
The truth we know
Way of living steals the geniuses
Smiling, pure angelic face
Like my own child, precious
And the child you adored
Then one day, devotion faded
Love slowly withered, cheerless
Mommy stopped listening
“Mommy, Daddy,” this child called
Again and again, over again
His own childlike voice came back
At four years, little child threw a fit
Kicked, screamed, called out louder
Still, Mommy and Daddy didn’t hear
Too busy, distant to their little boy
They cured little boy, not with hugs
Pressed down his tiny throat
Prescribed Anti Psychotic drugs
Volumes, infused in his body system
Now, he’s nine years old; controlled
Handsome, but eyes dull, dreary
Mind blank, bare and stultified
Creativity destroyed, glass-eyed
“Mommy, Mommy,” Daddy, Daddy”
Wordless cries ignored, always
Little boy sobbed as the drugs travels
Down his tiny throat, he wriggles
Slithered through his esophagus
In his stomach, twirled, rock around
Drugs soften; then slowly liquefied
Passed on into blood, circulates
Bubbles into brain, body system
Hear the pounding, crushing sounds
Demise of potentials, dreams shattered
And this innocent boy sits alive
Yet stone dead to this world
Pasty from anti psychotic drugs
One more innocent life crudely robbed
Now a drug-ladened rag doll
Powerful smashing of love in the vein
Tears of shattering dreams
The deep roots of absurd pains
And the trails of tears remain
In the skies of the universe
This child’s path marked by darkness
He lingered his days under the sky
This boy’s dream, another shattered!
And another love lost
Silent tears falling on my heart
For this child under the clouds

Author’s note: Special thanks to Mrs. Justy Blackwell-Satterthwaite, and Latrell Leonard for their listening ears during the composition of this poem.




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My Master

© Musue N. Haddad

My dear Master,
Authority of my life
My one loving master
You’re always by my side
As I walk, run, and stride
Or stop in awe at roadside
And then on a ride

My dear Master
You are the highest
Only authority in my life
Peace, joy in my life
And your grace upon me
Thank you my dear master
For you’re the Holiest

My dear Master
The lover of my soul
My provider and Banner
Here I stand for console
Wisdom and your strength
My fears, doubts, the loophole
The things I fear, you control

My dear Master
Keep my spirit, my mind anew
Protect my child; your arms enfolds
As he grows, his youth unfolds
Light his path always,
Kindle him with your faith,
Give him wisdom, your love always

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Exposed!

© Musue N. Haddad

Hey you, you Monitors!
Vile mephistophelean Monitors.
Proudly engage in ghoulish activities
Months, days, years, oh yes
Clumsily diligent for too long
Or awkwardly, boldly deficient?
For what purpose?
With pride, you diligently throng
Devious actions, behaviors fervent
But I tell you,
Yesterday marked your end,
You’re permanently exposed!
Your vulnerability and termination
Malveillant works, hosts, deposed
So are your âmedamnées, and cronies
Deceptive, imposing, inferior
Destructive, baleful activities
Your mystery, cycle and mechanism
Projections and soullish desires
Shattered, ended, finished, kapoot!
By the Utmost, Superior authority
We revoke and negate your works
You're stripped of influence, power
Desensitized, permanently disorganized
All malicious weapons destroyed
And reversal of your works, activities
Restoration and restitution are ours
We’re free, oh yes
Flawlessly released from you, yours
Spotless, empowered, radiating
Delightful peace, blissfully breezing
In every dimensions of our lives

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Love is Positive

© Musue N. Haddad

Woke up this morning,
Walked down the streets;
Afterward, juggled down the bystreets
Then saw you at the corner
Faced torn, in tears, blinking
I halted, we talked for an hour
Between sobs you said, “Now I know.”
Wrapped my arms around you
You gently murmured and wept
“I thought we had something special”
“But it’s not me he sought,”
Your fragile body shivered,”
Made my body shuddered,
Followed by your whisper,
“Not me, not me in his thoughts,
When we talked and laughed;
His utterances of love, assurance;
That filled my heart, my mind;
Were all illusory, lies
I gave him love, endless supply,
But not me in his thoughts,
Not me in his dreams, his bethought,
Oh, I gave him all; heart, thoughts, love
And love the emotion I’d feel
But for him, I was not enough.
In his eyes,
I was a frivolous, trifling slough,
Protective, yet weakened by love
I wish, I wish”… you fumbled for words
“Wish I could change my name to hers
So he never call me hers
Then he’ll adore and call me always
But I love my own name
It’s unique, time-honored, and not trendy
Or if I had the eyes of the other girl
He will look deep into mine always
But I love to see with my own eyes
Perhaps, if I had the hair of the next one
He says her hair flows and is golden
I will let it down for him, all loosen
But I love my own hair, naturally dark
If my laughter was like the next girl
Which he says is like the sound of music
He’ll stay in my embrace; delight in it
Still, I like to say “I Love You” with my voice.
I know now, its not me he sought.”
The promises of respect, he made
To treasure my love, value me as I am
Said I gave him hope, brighten his heart
But now I know
It was not me, never me he sought;”
It was then I softly interjected,
“Listen honey”
Our eyes met and I said,
"I speak as a sister and friend"
“You’re wondering what he sees in them
That you don’t have my dear
So here you cry a river of tears
And may have cried too many times
Been on an emotional upheaval
Loved someone who didn't care a dime
Sweet words; all deceiving, mistimed
You’re beautiful, and all loving
Stunning eyes, filled with affection
A name that honors your being
Your face holds warm smiles, tenderness
Maybe,
It’s not you in his thoughts,
But for all the time you loved him,
Respected, adored him, so freely
Only to be betrayed, heart shattered
Even so your love radiates, fills the universe
It mirrors in the sun rays as the morning rises
Felt by others who’ll be nourished by it.”
As I spoke softly, words of hope
I saw your face; a smile lit your face,
You mumbled,
“Gave him my best,
And then added,
“Love doesn’t come from stone”.
And I responded,
But love is positive; the ambiance is good.”


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Sing My Victory Song

© Musue N. Haddad

Did tell you ‘Medianites,’
I’d leave, abandon,
My hiding place;
That time has come;
I’ve left the hiding place;
Armored with His courage,
Here I stand;
In full glare,
Hence, you will listen,
I say it with His faith,
“Enough is enough;”
In Polish, it's emphasized;
“Jest wystarczająco gnough,”
The French says, c'est assez,
And Swahili, it is "inatosha,"
So listen ‘Medianites;’
You can’t intimidate me;
So, you better run, hide,
Or reckon with Him in me,
Know, I’m here to stay,
To enforce and celebrate,
His endless Victory for me,
You've always known,
I may be "barley bread,”
Known also as ‘queso de soja,’
Or simply as "korn bröd,"
Sometimes viewed as worn thread,
To your power of darkness,
But you’ve known no rest;
Always breathless, abscessed;
Mindful of my strength,
And your catastrophic defeat,
It’s my season Medianites;
Watch his rippling approval,
My new beautiful start,
Puts a song in my heart,
My greatest comfort,
You, a resolute pervert
His limitless favor, wholesome grace,
Wash my doubts, fears, tears,
Enduring love and sacrifice,
Take control of your powers,
And fans the flames of his influence,
His mighty presence and grace,
A chorus, always in my heart,
Fires up my year of Victory,
So, I raise my voice,
Blow my trumpet,
Sing my Victory song
Ha, ha, ha,
My Supernatural Victory!

This poem was drafted while listening to my Bishop sermon on Gideon, and the need to claim, and embrace our Supernatural Victory.

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Devil’s Incarnate

© Musue N. Haddad

Listen, Devil’s Incarnate
Some call, "le diable incarné"
Others point, "Diavolul întrupat,"
To many, you're 'serpiente'
Listen carefully
You beast
Read my lips, if you can
Better still,
Look at my face, stern
Confidence you lack
I speak with faith
Not your kind of faith
No, no, rapscallion
You Devil’s incarnate
Offspring of the beast
In robe, you rob souls
Pompous, egotistical impostor
Vainglory, Selfish growler
Delusions of importance
Too ashamed to unveil
Show your real identity
Or to flaunt true lineage
Sullen, sadistic, sullage
Devil’s Incarnate
Your time of invasion over
Irrevocably over, failure
We’re sailing, rising further
You cruelly robbed us; burglar
Did take a lot from me
Keep your tiny victory
Armored, I say this in your face
Hear me, “You’re disgusting!”
You’ll suffer the agony of defeat.
For viciousness, selfishness, pains
Migraines, injury of your reigns
Your darkness, long transposed
Agony, exposure, disruptions
Yours, and your cohorts; lowlife
We are in the light; steady peace
Beautiful family, friends, at ease
Filled with joy, freedom from strife
Hear this, 'siamo Benedetti!'
And listen Devil’s incarnate
Pay heed, you ingrate
This is a limited time offer, hellion!
“Sit quietly, show compunction
Or face the wrath.”
“Tuck your tail, Devil’s Incarnate.”
Or, the axe falls at once.”
You’ll be openly exposed, unwelcomed
Such disgrace, you’ll regret
Shred you forever apart, crumbed.
And your allies will abscond!

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Happy Birthday

© Musue N. Haddad

I’ll sing Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday to me!
I sing with joy
Not just for one year
But for my existence
Persistence,subsistence
And my substance
For the memories of days
Of years gone by
Ah, the paths and trails
Faded, bold Footprints
The moments, events
All parts of history
Spiral pages of my story
Some glowingly calculated
Others, unavoidably imposed
The joy, pains, warm tears
What a blend of years
And for the moments here
As well as the days near
Plus the years ahead
I embrace with ease
With unwavering faith
For I know, and believe
This is my season
Another beautiful round
Continuation of my story
An extraordinary history!

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Reflection

© Musue N. Haddad

Let me not be
A helicopter hovering
Over my son
Yet still, let me not be
So ignorant, or weak
Tired, nor exhausted
And then unknowingly
Allow, or throw my son
At destroyers, Hypocrites
Who’ll shatter his life; dream.
Teach me to balance
My role as caretaker
Of this beautiful miracle
You sent my way
Send us just a few friends
Oh yes, not many
But only some
Loyal, supportive, unwavering
Unyielding to greed, unselfish
Who will bolster our lives
Serve as sub-caretakers
Of my Precious Jewel
Rare, beautiful treasure
Kick away the liars
Keep at bay the deceitfuls
The barbarians, the Quacks
The Shark, the shackles
And all who seek subjects
Direct my actions, thoughts
Intercede when I am falling
Intervene, when I’m weak
And lost my way
Let me not fail
This beautiful role
The gift of motherhood
Thank you, my dear
As for my needs, wishes
I give it all to you
My hopes, heart's desires
I know, I believe
You’ve heard me,
And I have it.


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For Today, and For Always

© Musue N. Haddad

(This poem was written after reading an article yesterday about medical studies (deliberately infecting people with syphilis and other sexually transmitted diseases in Guatemala) carried out in Guatemala without the knowledge of the [human] subjects.)


Thank you for today
For being Overcomers
The resounding victories
And for the breakthroughs
The crew and askew
Thank you for yesterday,
And all the days before.
I embrace all,
Thank you for always,
Your revelations,
The Beacons, factions
Strengths, rations,
Insights, visions,
In all, you shine
I give you thanks.
For your unceasing love,
Super beautiful gifts,
Hence I come again,
Today, and for always,
My Knight in armor,
I solemnly implore,
Your continuous visits,
In my home, heart.
And for my child,
I say, I need you,
Manifest your presence
Never depart
More so, I ask,
Keep the destroyer away,
Ban the thief always
Sanction the demolisher
For today and always,
You're my Prince's guide
And his vigilant protector,
Against prejudice, unfairness,
Deliberate depravedness,
Widespread iniquitousness,
Even so, kindle in him
The fire of Your faith
Strength at heart,
Shower upon us your gifts,
Always grow to know you
Appreciate, know you intimately
For today, and always
My earnest plea
Strengthen us always,
Mind, body, and Spirit
Be with us, ablaze
We cannot stand alone,
And with no other
As stated in our covenant
Set upon Your Word
And greater promises,
By our loyal, faithful agent
We are beneficiaries, heirs
So, our eyes are set on you
Thank you, I say,
For today, and for always.


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My Petition

By: Musue N.Haddad

Here’s my Petition
From my inmost heart
To yours
From my hands
To your gentle hands
You're my everything
The Powerful
Mighty Warrior
The Unchangeable
And inexhaustable
Our Guide
The Source
Who Gives freely
My Provider, benefactor
The rebuilder
Like a handy man, repairs
The builder, rebuilder
The giver, restorer
Always, willing, present
This I know
And so I come
My friend
You love me
Without labor.
This I know
Want to sit in your presence
Forever, feast your radiance
Celebrate your love always
Let me feel your touch
Open my eyes
My heart, hands always
My mind and soul
Want to see you
Feel you always
In my heart.
The palm of my hands
And my dear
Grant my Petition
The Petition
I’ve sung with difficulty
Labored to elucidate
It's tender, earnest
The request, plea
Makes me yearn
Leaves my day flawed
Oh, my dear
Help me to always treasure
Your love and friendship
Give me wisdom.
Strength, understanding
Set my eyes on you
Only you, and
To remain faithful
And yours, always.

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My Song for you

By: Musue N. Haddad

I say it
You are loved
My haven of joy
I say it aloud
A chorus
Snap my fingers
Same time
Stomp my feet
In unison
A beautiful melody,
Shout delicately, lovingly
Accentuate my creed
A diktat; an edict
My hands lifted up
My eyes upward
At the top of my voice
I say,
Boundless, limitless
Your boldness, creativity
Synchronization, blissfulness
Brilliance, astuteness
All your Ingenuity
My dear
Enfolded in His armor
You are safe, shielded
Remember always
You’re a line of Elohim
And our faithful custodian
The Guardian of the chosen
Lineage of greatness, wholeness
Unswerving piðstiv
Oh! Yes, my dear
You are a great Prince
Prince of light
Might, strength, power
You’ve also inherited
So my dear
In a purposeful
Hoarse, gentle tone,
I say with a smile
And with adoration
And utter devotion
You are wholly victorious!

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