Short Bedouin Poems

bedouin camel
plods over familiar grains
bearing rich cargo...

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The Bedouin loves his tent
for which he pays no rent.
From place to place he travels
trailed by wives and camels.
He finds his life-style laudable
because his tent is portable....

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The rosy mirage of freedom
Is like a scarlet evening light
That paints the clouds with fiery hopes
Which fade in thralldom to the night.
From: Bedouin
Date: 9/17/2019
Poetry Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 4
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden...

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Daring desire blooms in desert cactus 
Sun-gilded mirage allures
Elusive betrayal oasis recedes
Dream dunes collapse.

The actor Bedouin strides on stage 
Stringed free will deludes
Puppet’s poignant passion
Dances to the destiny designed rhythm....

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open door; icewall
                crusted as a rabid eye
                all the change of skin in frost
                a bedouin of snow

consider the end ;
                white room; stiff starch
                the soft slide of slippers
                along linoleum

winter`s partner; a slower cold...

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A deep and cloudless sky
Scourching vast coloured desert dunes
Behind some Bedouin tents

A fata morgana at the horizon
An unreal world faces the traveller
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Ein tiefer  Himmel
Verbrennt endlose bunte Dünen
Hinter einigen Beduinenzelten

Eine Fata Morgana am Horizot
Unwirkliche Welt für den Reisenden...

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Roaming like a Bedouin
Only a tent against wind
Longing for warmth, stability
Then high above some reality

A small cabin in the cleft
Of a rock looked like a gift
Reaching the place was no easy
Task,  the climb not breezy

This place was excellent
In comparison to old tent
Once inside, established
A mansion contented

Warmth, comfort
Love, food for soul
In His presence
Constant room for growth...

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A ceremony of fearful falcons 
Scattered like a school of frightened fish 
Their crooked wings scissored the soaring Syrian sun into slivers, 
Blissfully beating down the silver streaks that crowned the heads of cherished Bedouin elders 

They wept as they carried canopies of remembrance 
Every parched pore draped, like languishing lotuses, in anguish 
To honor their hallowed hero, Hussein  
On the ruinous road to Karbala...

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They say in the Bedouin camp
The Geanie is really a scamp
Sure, he’ll grant you wishes
Of romance or dishes
As long as you’re rubbing his lamp

When I read this story I knew
That none of the story rang true
For I had an uncle
And he had this furuncle
That he said would grant wishes too

But according to my loving Aunt
The only thing that thing would grant
Was a wrist with a sprain
Then she tried to explain
I’d go on but I really can’t...

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Premiered at The Break Horse Inn, Imperial Beach, CA – 12/9/1996

ACT 1

Tubal Cain’s Bedtime Chant
Haircut
Ballad of an Honest Man
Ingratitudes
Loaves and Fishes
Glory of the Word

ACT 2

It Was I
The Consequence of WE 
Rachel’s Kitchen
Bedouin Eyes
Buthaynah Adara
Egyptian Cotton


ACT 3

Baby Blues
Play Date
Herself
Sky Full of Rain
Pretty Little Engine
Forest Lullaby 
Wee Small Hours
When I’m Just a Memory...

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In showy fashioning from your heart
      my beating heart demand a green light
      and date cruder fit over pyramids
      Of nor realities being dressed.
     
       I craving mine sweet, thus you!
       arousing daily with me by anew dawn
       From my bedouin is a poetry link.
      
      Whereas by various of reasons, I wanna
       not stop persisting until fulfils it —
       secure I’m thou flimsily if you wanna
       I canfuls are things, your dim moan....

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