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Read Poems by Samia Ali Salama

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My Secret Phobia

My secret is a phobia that many would not guess.
Bringing me much anguish and quite a lot of stress.
Some say that it is silly, to me it is immense.
Causing me to detour, incurring more expense.

I keep my phobia secret for fear I’m thought to be
Wacky and ridiculous and also cowardly.
And so I travel many miles until I find, at last.
A station that’s full service so they can pump my gas.

You may think this is foolish but I have thought this through.
And I have many reasons for thinking as I do.
So much I have imagined could possibly take place.
A series of unfortunate events I’d hate to face.

For instance, there’s the nozzle, already filled with fuel.
It can be very dangerous and such a deadly tool.
What if the gas should suddenly begin to gush and flow?
It is a possibility I do not want to know.

And when the nozzle is in place, it is really there?
Or will the gasoline start splashing out and everywhere.
Will it drip onto my car or maybe on my shoes?
Later on igniting – of this I often muse.

I therefore watch my gas gauge very carefully. 
And then I fill it often because I fear to be. 
Forced to stop at self-serve when my fuel is low.
Because there is no telling the way the gas might flow.

Copyright © Samia Ali Salama | Year Posted 2013


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  1. Date: 3/14/2016 12:04:00 AM

    nice to see this one again, Samia.. LINDA
  1. Date: 7/27/2015 1:00:00 PM

    Samia, I enjoyed reading your poem today. I hope you are well. Forever ~SKAT~
  1. Date: 5/16/2013 7:05:00 AM

    - Samia, this was a very good poem!! - I can notice that there is a winning poems. - Congratulations, well deserved. - Have a nice day. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
  1. Date: 5/6/2013 12:25:00 AM

    Howdy Samia. Sorry I haven't read yours lately. This one was very good. I know that contest poems are often written in haste, but this one has quality. Very good job. Rockman
  1. Date: 4/15/2013 9:12:00 PM

    Samia, Congratulations with your winning secret poem In Judy's " tell me your secret " contest.. thank you for sharing :-) :-) :-). Always & Forever * PD
  1. Date: 4/14/2013 12:48:00 PM

    This was awesome. I enjoyed the rhyme flow here. :)
  1. Date: 4/14/2013 12:59:00 AM

    Congrats on your win in Judy's contest... Well done~A.O
  1. Date: 4/13/2013 9:06:00 PM

    Thank you for entering my contest