Bidoonism’s poems

Poems are monuments to moments in time
Poetry is everything, poetry is nothing, I love, I hate
I write for a particular audience: you [singular / انتى]

01. “Verse I”

We were oh so cute
Hand in hand over the moon
Now I‘m destitute.

02. “Verse II”

We were on cloud nine
Together in harmony
Now alone I pine.

03. “Verse III”

Janus faced, no not her
A truly open book, this is her
Woeful, no that ain’t her
A positive person, this is her
Horrible, no not her
Enabler of happiness, that’s her
Right now, I’m wanting her.

04. “Pencils & Paper”

My friend, my pen,
I hold you now;
do some writing…
Make her say wow!

05. “Being and Nothingness”

My reason for Being is you
& it’s Nothingness without you.

06. “Tango for one”

When rift did cleave our deep intimacy
I kept my fears at bay determinedly
I felt time would heal us gradually
I let it tick and tock digitally.
Then, hours became days & my fears flared
My moody baby’s rendered me blacklisted
My lady lovely, has rendered me blocked
My body became tense and tormented.
Then, the fears did grow to be fully fledged
The flight’s so stark and highly escalated
The plight’s pure torture, I lie paralysed
The light’s very low, it’s almost faded.
But to concede defeat I cannot do;
For you’re my 💖 and thus I must pursue.

07. “Three by Three”

U 2 me
Really R
p.s. “(3+3)&(3*3)”

08. “On You”

I run now with my youngest son
For fun him, for me, to get numb
I run to escape from my brain
God knows the futile endless strain
Herculean I’ll be ’til slain
There’s lung n rib pain all in vain.
I yearn in the depths of turmoil
For being without you is hell
I yearn for you to want me still
God knows I’ll strain my every will
Herculean I’ll be until,
The final act brings a standstill.
I do beg you long to respond
For you to only acknowledge
I am begging you to react
God knows I desire your counter
Herculean ’til your return
The pain is mine for your answer.
I crave more than life a reply
For you the stars, just to comply
I felt guilt for what I here imply
God knows I want this thing simply
Herculean? Weeping deeply
There’s ache waiting for your reply.
For all this adversity
Only the moon
Relies on

09. “Verse IX”

There’s a thing more than sex
It’s nothing too complex
It’s at nature’s apex
It’s a natural reflex
It’s nothing to perplex
It’s love: love’s above sex

10. “Verse X”

There was once deep zest
There was once deep lust
There was then our split
Then lust turned to dust
Then zest turned to rust
1.   Undue cruelty
2.   Unfair language
3.   Unkind behaviour
4.   Uncalled for guilt trips
5.   Unappreciated (sic – it’s ‘six’)

11. “SORRY”

More than words can express
More than ever ever before

I so sincerely apologise
I do so regret my wrongs

To think that our past times are now dark in your mind cuts me into 1,001 pieces —
Heaven became Hell
Paradise turned to Purgatory
Luscious Light > Moonless Night.

12. “Tempest”

(1) I’ve been trapped for days
(2) Summer heat does blaze
(3) I’m enrapt by her gaze
(4) I’m in a deep daze
(5) I’m into her ways
(6) I love all she says


Tied to an Oak and Ghaf rack I abear,
whenever weren’t love a thing to revere?
It’s the heart of every sordid affair;
was mine dashed by the whim of an Emir?
We’d heaven ’til reality’s ensnare,
there’s no fate worse than this heartfelt despair.
Lost love lacerates, I hereby declare;
you’re the sand’s one jewel, this I’ll not forswear.
Stretched to the edge of reason I clamour,
my heart begs you to hear its enamour.
My words aren’t read yet I shall enedevour,
for with lost love I’ve just them and velour.
Damn these feeble rhyming lines, I’m too blue;
I dream of your neck and love-biting you.


Oh Four Oh Four
Oh Four Oh Four
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