Sinai Poems - Poems about Sinai

At the foot of Sinai Israel encamped as one man with one heart A people once divided, revamped and unified… Later on, to build a Tabernacle to the Lord each man contributing what he could afford 600,000 individuals,...

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Trumpets blaring, lightning flashing Mt. Sinai smoking, thunder crashing Moses may have reached the highest of heights Yet it looks like God rigged up the first strobe light...

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Excerpts from "The Tulip of Sinai" by Allama Iqbal loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Withered Roses by Allama Iqbal loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch What shall I call you, but the nightingale's desire? The morning breeze was your nativity, an afternoon garden, your sepulchre. My tears welled up like dew, till in my abandoned heart your rune grew: this memento of love, this spray of withered...

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The lowest mountain in the Sinai a mountain cloaked in humility unassuming, meek, of no particular prestige no fortress strong in times of siege No high peak on which to stand no platform from which to view the sand Little more than a glorified hill a mountain with neither ego nor will Yet on its...

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Lightning heard Thunder seen Moses standing In between -- Ram's horns blaring The cosmos staring -- G-d's stlll small voice with Israel sharing...

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Sinai Campaign, 1967 “Operation Focus” sees Israeli jets streaking, 1 Attacking Arab fighter jets and air force bases, 2 Thus attaining dominance over Middle Eastern skies, While IDF ground divisions launch into action. 3 Israeli tanks (Pattons, Shermans, and Centurions) Blitzkrieg Arab defensive installations, 4 Cloud sands bellow in their wake as commanders unfurl Magen David (the Star of David) above the turrets. Like...

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Listen, I speak of the odyssey of Sinai, ...

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Behind Mount Sinai On the asphalted road to a seaside town there is a hole in the road, a nasty hole a car hitting it could have a bad puncture. A rocket, albeit a puny one, caused this. Fired by people who will not take no for an answer they refuse to acknowledge ...

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Throw songs in dry sand or fight mount Washington. Image a parrot’s tongue and fingers leaf five at once: that’s at least four lost and there’s no saliva at all the corridor tiles a chair wheels a common nut to the local john one hand over the above since he’s naked. Saliva? On the verge. A sig outside. Where’s the paper? No notes nor lyrics yet they sing omm as...

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