Omar Poems - Poems about Omar

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

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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 their master princess on a unicorn And will play this pint...

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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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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 there you see, When I looked both in and out The cat...

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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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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 rubais here in verse refrains, Ask for the will to follow...

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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 with combustion and chrome to bring the bodies of our brave...

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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 Khayyam, d. 1131, was a renowned mathematician-astronomer poet of old...

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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 favorite quotes of hs masterpiece. It reinforces the...

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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 drink like moonlight. It is very hot here. I am walking downhill to...

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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 the world, "Hey, I'm rich, this is Me!!" One day on "Soup" By Ruby...

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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 Planet? sorry to use this medium (instead of well-done?),...

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