Short Omar Poems

Edwrd Fitzgerald a gentle manner
translated Omar Khayyam
These quatrains known asrubaiyat
so novel hedonistic &stansaic...

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Cassius Clay became Ali
     Lew Alcindor, Abdul-Jabbar

     What will become of Ilhan Omar 
       ~ She’ll outlaw taverns and bars...

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A-trocious
I-nfection's
R-abid
A-ttack

L-ets
E-erie
E-pidemic

O-f
M-enace
A-pply
R-isk

Topic: Birthday of Aira Lee F. Omar (June 17) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Nawaz Shareef.
Shabaz Shareef.
Hamza Shareef.
Kanga Shareef.
Surma Shareef.
Omar Shareef.
Babra Shareef.
Baglol Shareef.
Couplet
Khan tum kitnay shareef maaro gay??
Har ghar say shareef niklay ga!!!...

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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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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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How can this happen, this outrageous political screw up
Omar Khadr was born in Canada, apparently a normal buck 
The family moved to Pakistan
Since, he's been a marked man
Involved in terrorism, now inheriting millions, what the duck?...

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Poet Vehicles Used

Or is that second hand?

What’s yours? 
Chaucer trotted on a horse
John Betjeman via choo choo trains
The knowledgeable Omar Khayyam by camel
Well my preferred transport a fast motorbike
Am I mad or are we all mad?


Poet vehicles not used in this piece:  Rhyme, rhetorical devices, and patience!...

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I am honored to extend my personal creations each lovers of articles and thoughts and love letters that  pin up my blog, which I will start publishing the establishment of God's creations that I typed. 

Author: Omar Hachmi 
Age: 17 years 
City: Rachidia (Morocco) 
Level mode: the final year of the baccalaureate



Author : Omar Hachmi...

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For my son Omar  
  
Exterminated by the tree’s light  
it is not oppressed.  
The roots fill out and dry off.  
The faces evaporate beneath  
their masks.  
The birds adhere to the wind.  
The sky hits the floor  
like a lost echo.  
The fog is everything  
to man's harvest.  
The stars have neither light  
nor form.  
The world is illuminated when I pass....

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The love was a dream so I hope that I keep the length of my life asleep 
The series was your love I do not want him to be the end of the 
If your love so I hope that breathe air 
If your love I want a cigarette that has become addicted to them 
The love was a wealth so I hope to live in my body 
The love was the most beautiful bird dreamed of his upbringing


Author : Omar Hachmi...

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The answer all our prayers
 Awaits us in the House of Dreams
There will find that life's leaden
metal has been turned into gold(to paraphrase Omar Khayan)
Brothers and sisters out there in the darkness
Let's leave the weight of reality behind us for now 
Enter into  realms of imagination
Yes, the world is still the world
Bur can survive in it
If we spend some time 
IN THE HOUSE OF DREAMS...

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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?), but you 
left no email address.  thanks for the comments, Soup Forever!!!!! Tom...

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They began to quarrel,
After he heard ‘Squirrel!’
Instead of Stan Scammel
And he called him ‘Rommel’:
“The Not-Strong Enamel”
Who could Hitler blackmail 
While it was ‘Same Barrel!’

Then, they stopped The Quarrel,
When he heard ‘Becquerel’
A Laureate with a Laurel …

Quarrels from Nicknaming:
A Purposed Misnaming!
Who would such start claiming:
A hateful Misnomer;
KGB’s Informer
For OGB Omar …...

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down the river they found him dead,
no one to earn family bread,
children wept for their dear, dear dad,
mother held them close, all she had!
time did not stop at their sorrow,
Sun set, then a new tomorrow….



Honourable mention
Written 02/10/2021
Bite size poetry contest
Line Gauthier sponsored
8 syllables each line
rhyme zone checked

The Moving Finger refers to fate - from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat!!...

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I sat on the pavement of memories and dreams hoped to retrieve 
In my imagination for weddings looked and I saw the pain on the surface floated 
Found scattered grief and plentiful among them mixed with 
I benefited from my pain and my experience in life has matured 
Whatever described my life Words and phrases failed to have disappeared from the lexical 
My creations colorful and my hopes for the illiterate and spoke


Author : Omar Hachmi...

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Someone read Omar Khayyam today
I shuddered and wiped a tear away
But could not resist the memory then
You and I together reading him, friend
It was you who first told me I am good
And read excitedly the volumed page
I watched you, but never understood
What about my poems was such a rage
O someone read Omar Khayyam today
And sorrow like us walking along the bay
Came up in sprays of pain and drifted on
My lost forgotten love, my high horizon....

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Under the Wright conditions
man can fly.
So thought Orville and Wilbur
and in those days,
folks really named their children
Orville and Wilbur.
Eventually, their dream 
was realized;
short hops at first
then longer spanning
continents and oceans.
Till man wasn’t needed,
our eyes in the sky
can keep watch over
Omar and Ahmed.
And these days, 
in some places, 
folks really name 
their children
Omar and Ahmed.


 a footnote to Ferlinghetti's "History of the Airplane"...

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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 roll back the rock.


SATISH VERMA...

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