Today and Tomorrow

Suzy Kassem Poetry


Today’s enemies can be your friends tomorrow.
And today’s friends can be tomorrow’s enemies.
Today’s opponents can be your allies tomorrow.
And today’s allies can be tomorrow’s opponents.
Today’s partners can be your competitors tomorrow.
And today’s competitors can be your partners tomorrow.
What you reject today, you could accept tomorrow.
And what you accept today, you could reject tomorrow.
Never say never unless you can predict the future.
Unforeseeable circumstances can make a rich man,
Poor –
And a poor man, rich.
And unpredictable experiences can also make
A good man, bad –
And a bad man, good.
Like the weather or bonds between lovers,
Transformations can never be predicted.
All energy transmutes one day or another,
In one way or another,
Either in its form or composition,
Or in its position or disposition.
Today will always offer new experiences,
And tomorrow will always offer new opportunities.
But if you heed to yesterday’s lessons,
You can shape your present and future
To be filled with positive relationships
And beautiful blessings.


“Today and Tomorrow” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2003, SUZY KASSEM. All rights reserved

One But Many

universal love suzy kassem poetryONE BUT MANY

One God, many faces.
One family, many races.
One truth, many paths.
One heart, many complexions.
One light, many reflections.
One world, many imperfections.
We are all one,
But many.


The World as an Ice Cream Store

The world as a gigantic ice cream store

From now on, try to look at the world as if it were a gigantic ice cream store. What makes it so great is that it contains a combination of so many unique flavors, and this is why people love it so much. If you want to keep enjoying all the ice cream, we all have to take part in preserving and maintaining ‘the store’. United, we have to make sure that it never gets robbed or destroyed, and to protect it from greedy crooks who want to brand and monopolize certain flavors, and eliminate those that compete with them.

Our job as devoted protectors of our universal ice cream store is to make sure that no one group tries to control it, and that there is always enough cream for everybody all around. There is no such thing as ‘cream only for the cream’, or ‘the best cream only for this or that team’. We have to stick together and melt together. Or else, there will be no peace.

– Suzy Kassem


Triads Suzy Kassem Poetry


One, two and three
Three, six and nine
Soul, heart and body
Mouth, ears and eyes
Hear, speak and see
Man, animal and plant
Man, woman and child
Father, husband and son
Mother, wife and daughter
Sky, land and water
Water, light and dust
Me, you, and us
Baby, adult and elder
Morning, afternoon and evening
Beginning, middle and end
Hour, minute and second
Setup, confrontation and resolution
Red, yellow and blue
Akhet, Peret and Shemu
Conscience, reason and ego
The Maiden, Matron, and Crone
Jupiter, Neptune and Pluto
Passover, Shavuot, and Sukkot
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Small, medium and large
Past, present and future
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
Day, month and year
Sun, moon and mercury
The breath, the word and the key
Thought, word and the deed
Electrons, protons, and neutrons
Solid, liquid or gas
Physical, spiritual and mental
Happy, angry and sad
Love, wisdom and happiness
Hatred, ignorance and fear
Faith, hope and charity
Apathy, delusion and greed
Compassion, frugality and humility
Creation, preservation and destruction
Knowledge, power and protection
Encoding, storage and retrieval
Memorize, understand and apply
Thinking, feeling and doing
The mind, the emotion and the will
The One, the Thought and the Soul
The Father, the Son and the Holy spirit
Osiris, Isis and Horus
God, Mary and Jesus
Zeus, Athena and Apollo
Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva
Criosan, Biosena, and Seeva
Yuqing, Shangqing and Taiqing
The ka, the ba and the akh
Vata, Pitta and Kapha
Khufu, Khafre, and Menkaure
Hell, the middle world and Nirvana
The celestial, ethereal, and elemental
The cerebrum, cerebellum, and the stem
Al-Alim, Al-Wasse‘e, Al-Qadeer
Omniscience, omnipresence and omnipotence
The innercosm, microcosm and macrocosm
Man, Nature, and the universe
The stigma, style, and ovary
Tropical, temperate, and polar
The root, the third and the fifth
Length, depth and width
Sunrise, day and sunset
Initiated, passed and raised
Apprentice, Fellow and Master
The physician, magician and priest
The scientist, philosopher and mathematician
The sovereign, teacher and parent
Melody, harmony and rhythm
Gold, frankincense and myrrh
Birth, life, and rebirth,
Or conception, life, and death
The pupil, teacher and sage
Or the lesson, test,
And the grade.


Song of the Star

star poem suzy kassem


I am nothing but
Oxygen and hydrogen,
A luminous sphere of plasma
Held together by helium and gravity,
And like a balloon I float on earth,
Waiting to be released back into the sky,
Waiting to go back in the reverse direction
From which I came,
Traveling through a warm tunnel of light,
And out into a dark, cold abyss
Where I will explode into a thousand pieces.
I shall leave behind my body,
Just like air abandons the skin of
A shattered balloon,
And the magnetic dust that carries my
Heart and spirit will lift us back
To congregate and shine
With the stars.
Home again,
In the fluorescent
Kingdom of the constellations,
I will once again be called by
My soul’s true name.
And my heart,
It will flicker again,
With every memory
From its many
And with every wish
Made by a child.

Suzy Kassem

Windows of a Burning Heart

A mother grieving the loss of her son to war:  

war mother war poetry suzy kassem


Tormented by the flames of agony,
The woman pulled at her hair
And slapped her face a thousand times,
As streams of fire poured out of her eyes
And rolled down her cheeks
Like lava seeping from a volcano.

She screamed at Fate for taking her baby,
For bringing intruders to her door,
For dropping bombs from the skies,
For destroying hospitals and schools,
And for creating casualties of war
Out of innocent non-participants.

She howled alone in the dark,
But nobody could hear her,
For the wind outside was also mourning,
Sucking and blowing along the ash-ridden streets;
As it carried away the screams of
The souls of the dead,
And swept up all traces of their

And when the wind pounded on her door
Telling her to let go of her baby,
So that it may take him along with the rest,
The woman’s voiced soared up to the Heavens,
As she relentlessly pounded her aching chest,
And plead to the angels to take her soul

The fire crackling through her eyes,
Grew higher and higher as
Her screams got longer and harder.
She tore off her nightgown,
Tore off her sandals,
Tore out her mind,
Until finally, God put his finger to her throat
To end her suffering.
Then the woman suddenly fell still,
But her heart continued to burn
Like a hot brick of coal;
It continued to glow
With the final blow of her last

She was staring at her last tear
When her soul left her body.
And her eyes were wide and distant,
Reflecting two windows of a torn home
With two empty fireplaces,
A damaged portrait of two flames of life
Extinguished by war.


“Windows of a Burning Heart” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008,
Suzy Kassem. All rights reserved.


Suzy Kassem Poetry for War Mothers

A son grieving the loss of his mother to war:    


He stands alone
On a vacant road,
Hands shaking from the cold.
His heart is aching from the untold.
Under his right arm
Is a tattered bag,
Which he holds tightly
As if it were filled with gold.
He’s just six,
Going on seven.
And it’s past ten,
Going on eleven.
He takes another toke
From his cowboy smoke,
And wishes he too
Could have died with his brother
And taken the ride to
His tummy rumbles and grumbles.
He feels faint and tries hard not to stumble.
His eyes scream with muted cries,
Too loud for his tired soul to conjure enough energy
To even mumble.
Little kid scared,
Alone in the middle of a war zone somewhere,
Past curfew and without a clue
As to what to do or to go where.
He is just standing there with
A shark’s glazed and
Lifeless stare.
And yet,
His eyes reveal a whirlpool of disaster,
Just another tragic kid
Who can’t help growing up any faster.
The streets are dark and it’s just him,
Standing in the shadow of a blinking ATM.
He now thinks of his worn mother,
And how she once took his torn shirt
And lovingly sewn its hem back together.
He never understood
Why she had always told him:
“Buckle your sandals!”
She used to call,
“Buckle them good
So you walk right and
Stand taller than them all!”
So why did he feel so small?
And why does he feel like he’s about to fall?
He kicks his little sandals
At the sand
Trying to understand
What Uncle Sam
And his freedom plan
Had done to his once beautiful land.
Babylon is crashing.
In front of him, memories are flashing –
Rubble, ash, blood, and dust,
An empire once fueled with beauty and gust
Now buried under artillery, bones, and rust.
In the corner of his eye,
He sees a tank suddenly appear
He tries to focus on its lights
Like a lost and rampant deer
Then that chilling electric sound
Cuts and pierces through his ears
The tank stops.
A lady emerges from its top,
And examines the boy and sneers.
She asks him what he is doing outside by himself
And warns him that there are now new rules
That all must adhere.
But Little Boy War
Glares without
A drip of fear.
He swings his precious bag high up in the air
And cries:
“I’m not alone!
My mother is in here!”
I watched from a distance
Then turn away to disappear
My heart felt like a cold rock
And I couldn’t control my tears.
Behind my back
And in my mind
The little boy’s
Words echo forever
So loud
And clear:
“In here and always near.
Her hands and heart are right here!”



“Little Boy War” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008, Suzy Kassem. All rights reserved.

The Conscious Human

Suzy Kassem poem

You are not just white,
but a rainbow of colors.
You are not just black,
but golden.
You are not just a nationality,
but a citizen of the world.
You are not just for the right or left,
but for what is right over the wrong.
You are not just rich or poor,
but always wealthy in the mind and heart.
You are not perfect, but flawed.
You are flawed, but you are just.
You may just be conscious human,
but you are also a magnificent
reflection of God.

Suzy Kassem

“The Conscious Human” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2015, SUZY KASSEM. All rights reserved.