Celebrating My World: Poems

By Abraham M. Habash

The book is about celebrating beauty as I see it in nature and humans as well as trying to figure out the meaning of life in light of my personal experiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503578838

Abraham M. Habash

The author was born in Jaffa, Palestine, in 1934. In 1948, his family moved to Ramallah, in the West Bank of what then was part of Jordan. In 1951, he went to study in the United States, and upon his return to Ramallah in 1956, he taught high school chemistry and math for two years. Then he contracted with the Sudan government to teach at the Khartoum Polytechnic in the capital, Khartoum. In 1968, he immigrated with his young family to Wichita, Kansas, where he taught at the middle school and high school levels till he retired in 1994. During this last period, he acquired his master’s degree from Bowling Green State University in Ohio and PhD degree from Kansas University. In the following ten years, he taught math and chemistry at the area colleges and universities. Writing poetry was a hobby that he practiced since the nineteen seventies.

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Palestine Hills

These terraced hills of rock and pine:

Of olives and the precious vine,

Flanked by the desert and the sea,

As rugged a terrain could be.

No velvet meadows roll through there,

And teaming forests thrive nowhere—

Yet the fragrance their blossoms wear,

Seems distilled in the fruit they bear.

And in the cracks of weathered stone,

On worn-out soil and by the thorn,

Wild flowers of the widest span,

Paint the slopes from Hebron to Dan.

Yet what to most is more than strange,

That such a tiny humble range

Is home to hordes of prime poets,

And nearly all of God’s prophets.

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Acknowledgement goes to Palestineremembered.com

Her Waist

When the touch of breeze,

So sly and tender,

Caresses her waist,

So round and slender,

Then tackles a skirt,

That wouldn’t surrender

But hugs ever so close,

Like a shore to a bay,

And abhors to be free:

She would swing and would sway,

Like a new willow tree

On a wild summer day.

Homeward Bound

In a vision veiled as a dream,

I beheld familiar faces,

Fast approaching the giant stream,

Converging from different places,

With faith in their eyes and a gleam,

Homeward bound with anxious paces.

Like raging waves from restless seas,

They swept toward the Holy Land,

Then dropped so swiftly to their