Best Omar Poems

Bike to Work day:  escorting the funeral of Marine Albrak Omar
Loch David Crane
Patriot Guard Riders
September 2009

No more classes now that I've been fired!
Patriotism is my job: I’m retired.
The Patriot Guard rides almost every day
to bring a flapping flag line on display.
We ride to work...

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Ruba’i*: Umar ibn Ibrahim al-Khayyam*, Omar son of Ibrahim, the tent-maker

Words awoke on the retina of the astronomer
Unknown aeons piled dark energy upon dark matter
Astral bodies all strung like sea shells in the firmament
What old Khayyam saw was not what was seen by the Maker!

•	Omar...

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A tom bell version of "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam";
(In hopes of enticing our beloved Ruby Metzger back to Soup)

Omar K. always
had his way...

Multi-millions
from Arab oil,
He sat back
and self-pampered
He'd never
had to toil...

Money bought
his every whim
Saw an electric razor
that satisfied him

Bought the company,
Went on TV,
to tell...

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"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor wit 
shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it."
From the Rubaiyat of Omer Khayyam.

This is one (of many) of my...

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Yesterday as I was going to my chair
I saw a cat not sleeping there!
He was’t asleep there,  again today
Oh how I wish he’d not be away.

At home at last after beers - three (or four or five) 
Certain, I can’t be
The cat was’t waiting...

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Heed the vivid voice of Persia,
Echoes of truth of song and wine;
Yield most candid bold amnesia.
Observe sure proof in touch divine,
Mingle and see the face of morn,
Align your ways to greet great light;
Rise up and be one with sweet dawn.
Keep primal play in fond insight,
Hurl...

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If a loath of bread is all In a day

What lies of the village the nun

Among the keeper words well

While intense of the spirit

Enhance of the vision to 

Know less but to know more just

Just of the thought of day....

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thanks omar; re spelling; i'm orig. from brooklyn; not only are we expected to 
spell everything wrong, we can't even talk the king's english...by the way...who is 
our king these days?  does he speak english?  LOL-  thanks, and what'cha think 
of Forbidden...

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Miss Rema Omar
The way you flow
The way you glow
The way you walk
The way you talk
The way you smile
You are river Nile
Educated broad minded Miss
How about a kiss?
This is how I flirt
If you think I am dirty
Wash me and clean my dirt....

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Have its lobster claws times two pincered off
One way sticks of this crustacean’s underwater trap?
Eight leggedly it gallops off among arthritic, bulbous trees.
And waves its spiny tail to cover up its tracks.

Dogs have joined the spirit of the game,
Spaniels with foreheads as regally as high
As...

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not a magic lamp of gold ~ but a wine river beneath shifting sand...

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Give me something to chew,
a savage numbness
is engulfing my  brain.
Water level was rising
and the time of rented happiness
was over.

Pheromones were showing true likeness
in hate,
violence was brilliantly portrayed
and death was hideous.

Attachedment assumes a blast,
stares me in empty eyes,
hurling silence with invisible force.

Give me something to...

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