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Supinely Subtle Rose

Supinely Subtle Rose
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The Lion and the Crow

often come to blows

when the shit of the crow

on the mane of the lion shows

an inbox of her silence

unread messages

Pirouetting on the tips of her

honied toes

the heart says

Photographerno 1

try not to be firoze

click and compose

in her perfumed garden

a bit of me that glows

an Indian thorn..

lying by the side of a

Supinely Subtle Rose.



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I took a break from Poem hunter after deleting 1002 poems here quite recently, , so as not to write and stay away from a sign that says Private Property Usurped by Racist Poets ..Beware of Dogs, Indians not allowed, Car tyres will be flattened, Trespassers will be Prostituted...Electrocuted...

These are poems ..older lot

Posted on 08/11/2006 8:25 Am

Dog Asleep ...Under a Humper of a Dumper

Dog Asleep ...Under a Humper of a Dumper
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 “Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow




The Wheels of Death are asleep

lts a Dogs Life that is cheap..

once the driver starts the Engine

Death will take him away in a sweep

what he has grabbed

he wont be able to keep

leave behind everything and into an

everlasting sleep

your tears no more yours

others who just might

remember you and not weep

you have taken a long leap

the living dead ..

a garbage heap

also defyingly asleep.




Posted on 08/12/2006 5:12 AM

Bollywoods Most Wanted Blogger No1

Bollywoods Most Wanted Blogger No1
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 “We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.”
Mother Teresa

We are saffron colored Indians

We hate green Indians

a thought on Sulekha Blogs spun

my language an excuse to block me

without giving me a reason

make and poke fun..

cultural policing , creativity undone ,

clits, tits elephant dicks

jahangir art gallery

an exhibition

they shun

600 blogs in three days

gave an Indian blog bank run

I d rather shoot from my dick

still be Bollywoods Most Wanted Blogger no1

at Flickr Bloggerspot Wordpress Buzznet Ipernity

than a Confused Muslim

on Sulekhs Blogs

on the run..

my words poetic

wisdom .. unmuzzled

to a Racist submachine gun.

Krubashankarji

Thank You

a message

of Racial Indianess

Well Done



in sil…

Moghul Masjid God Lives Here

Moghul Masjid God Lives Here
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 This is where God lives, I have written so much about God and his favorite haunt the Moghul Masjid built by Mohomed Hassan Shirazi an Iranian philanthropist and his Lucknowi wife from the family of the royal Nawabs.

I cant stop shooting pictures of the Mogul Masjid, with all the money in the world the Khojas can built any grandeur like Mosque , but can never recreate the ambience of Moghul Masjid , where I feel the human presence of God. Other Mosques may have a heavenly God but the vision I see here is of a kind , human loving God, every little speck at Mogul Masjid praises the bounty of this God.

I don’t enter any other Mosque, yes I am a heretic, architectural Mosques that encage Godliness never inspired me, and I come here every Friday if I drop in at the Chor Bazzar flea market, I make it a point to have a black Kava at Khushali the Iranian samovar shop, and let my spirit roam at the Mogul Masjid..I am not m…

veiled silence of her smile

veiled silence of her smile
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 veiled silence of her smile
my acqua marine thoughts
sleepy waters of the Nile ..
a cat Goddess
distempered
dehyderated
perforated pause
to my words hostile
she may come around
it may take a while
fathomless fashion
to old time style
bejeweled guilt
versatile
worthless weight
yet worthwhile.
a Indian born desi
shia thug
she does revile
mother
motherhood
solemnised silence
speech sterile

Clits , Tits and Elephant Dicks

Clits , Tits and Elephant Dicks
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 By IE
Thursday July 27, 04:04 AM

YOU could be a 40-year-old man posing as a 16-year-old girl, a 60-year-old woman playing a 20-year-old stud-boy, a wallflower geek who becomes an adventure sports jock or a neurotic pimple-ridden teenager who turns into a super-model. Online, anything is possible.

Entering the virtual world, one can play violent games. ''The site Sociolotron allows raping and murdering in its virtual underworld and the site naughtyamerica.com clarifies that all this occurs with the consent of the browser, so it is a valid fantasy,'' says artist Sanveej Khandekar, whose collaborative exhibition with artist Vaishali Narkar, Clits, Tits and Elephant Dicks, opens at Jehangir Art Gallery on August 1.

Taking off from this virtual world where one can buy anything from dildos to life-like sex dollies, Khandekar will convert the staid gallery into a rocking underworld, filled with 12 pa…

Axis of Evil My Ass As well

Axis of Evil My Ass As well
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy glenn losack md

Writing poems
Is a job
That does not pay well
A promissory note
From 1 to 10
Praise
Rephrased that
You have to return as well
Or you get hate comments
From white dickhead
Racist poets a blow job
That they do well
Now I am in a conundrum
Whether to be a poet write haiku
Like Leonardo Daranjo
Or write limericks like
Allen James Saywell
Or whether to be Ted Sheridan
Or whether to be Yoonus Peerbocus
Or whether to be Indira Babbelapatti
And stop being Firoze Shakir as well.
Edward Hawk is grinning with a thought
He knows as well
Or should I become a Trader
Selling second hand clothes
Trinkets a job I could do well
Or lend my ass a commodity
On a Poem hunter stock exchange
Bulls and bears humping my ass , ass well .
axis of evil my ass imprinted on a womans behind
in an anti bush protest rally as well

Nirvana

Nirvana
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy glenn losack

you know you are right
nevermind
all apologies
for the oversight
smells like teen spirit
this racist fight
malice in chains
to hit and spite
a discolored war
between black and white
rape me tomorrow
not tonight
racism in poetry
at its height
when the lights out
they beat you
to pulp for what you write

Holy Cow Unholy Women

Holy Cow Unholy Women
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
glenn losack

the young live on their milk
their warmth love
satin silk
they are both slaughtered
for their flesh
by men society
of such ilk
services rendered
body soul surrendered
and they bilk.

a poem called allen james Farewell

a poem called allen james Farewell
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
www.theselfishbastard.com/wp-content/racism2.jpg

I would agree with the context of this fine poem....but we need to keep in mind how hard it is to be considered acceptable in today’s racist world. It must be even harder for someone like him who still even at his advanced age struggles with both penis envy issues and cross dresses in plaids.
Revolutionary American poet Ted Sheridan .


What I have noticed in all your work is that that you respect and have a great knowledge of all religions. Thanks Firoz. I really appreciate this.
Leonard Daranjo


You seem to come across a lot of racism, except my sympathy? You express yourself greatly, though, and we seem to share an opinion that people should get what they deserve, haha. Enjoyed.
-Kylie M. Lynch
Finest poet. on cyberspace

we all suffer in unimaginable ways
yoonus peerbocus
tagore of Mauritius

You have a new comment about your poem: Australian Racist…

Pederast Poet Falls in Manhole

Pederast Poet Falls in Manhole
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
www.amherst.ny.us/graphics/engineering/sewer/manhole.jpg

Date & Time: 8/30/2007 9:31:00 PM Remove this comment


Poem: 8088711 - Poem Hunter Heaven Hell and Purgatory
Member: allan james Saywell

Comment: THE INDIAN WEED, WITHERED QUITE,
GREEN AT MORN, CUT DOWN AT NIGHT,
SHOWS THY DECAY,
ALLFLESH IS HAY,
THUS THINK, THEN DRINK TOBACCO
TO CHANGE ONES COLOUR

WARM REGARDS AJS




The term pederasty or paederasty can refer to a wide range of erotic practices, generally between adult and adolescent males. Pederastic relations have been variously described - as spiritual or materialistic, lawful or criminal, loving or commercial, compassionate or abusive, sexual or chaste – and have been documented from prehistory to modern times.

Rendered as 'age-structured homosexuality', it is, along with gender-structured relations and egalitarian relations, regarded as one of the three main subdivisions of homo…

Poem Hunter Heaven Hell and Purgatory

Poem Hunter Heaven Hell and Purgatory
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo google images

God was tired and heaven was packed with good white men
And people from Iraq who had died for a good cause you can tell
So the evil few from Poem hunter he decided to pack them off to Hell
First Ivan of 1000 poems sunny side up Carsewell
But in order to give this racist poet company he handcuffed him to
Allen James Saywell in yellow jumpsuits bare feet in a Guantanamo type cell in a devils hell.
Reading the Devils backward written Gospel..
For company to these two inmates he called in a Poet Trader
Defrosted Blane and another James as well ..
Burrning in the fires of Hate you can hear how they scream and yell
Cursing Bim Bombay Little Indian Boy burning flesh and smell
Not realizing that more important than a mans colored skin
Is the betrayal of human vaues by a single rebel of a sperm cell
Now this poet he opted for Purgatory instead of heaven and hell..living in Peace with his Blog Goddess …

the alpha indian male

the alpha indian male
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 the alpha indian male
an open air funeral casket
no nail
into nothingness sail
even truth does a mujra dance
tahzeeb adab an old forgotten
nawabi fairy tale
toaday they make you a politician
while you are in jail
kids no cholesterol no heath problems
just unloving kills them
in my country an arrested moment
called heart fail
noxious hate filled fumes of
disharmony as hindu muslim
shia sunni that in the lords house
we inhale yes we are pathetic
natural born Indians
unborn hopes
killed before they give birth
the heartless screamless wail
corruption
on a large scale
our values our traditions of
living peacefully home food
overcooked gone stale
click fraud of emotions
the death of an unborn female
if they live they die burnt
on a dowry trail

inspired by mahfooz ali

Hate Filled Poem Hunter Animal Farm

Hate Filled Poem Hunter Animal Farm
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I
surrender to your charms
your steamy soulless thought s
my spiritual being embalms
om padme hum
jai shree rams
ya ali adrikni
mary magdalene
madonna and child
death wish
my rebirth
in your arms
love
poetic philandering
beneath Indian palms
living as a poet
among other poets
in hate filled segregated
poemhunter animal farm

Cunninglingus C words and Sleep

Cunninglingus C words and Sleep
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Contorted sleep
Cadavered cry less sleep
Capitulated careless sleep
Catatonic callisthenic sleep
Catnapped cartwheeling sleep
Characteristic, charismatic sleep
Chronometered calculative sleep
Circuitous circular sleep
Claustrophobic climactic clitoral sleep
Cockeyed,cockpitted, cock roached,
Cokscombed,cock sure,cocky
Cock tailed conceited sleep
Collapsible, commodious,
Companion less, compulsive sleep
Conclusive conjectured, convulsive
Counter clockwise cosmic cybernetic sleep
Creative, criss crossed, cross hatched cross eyed sleep
Culpabaly cumbersome, cuckolded ,credulously
Cunninglingus ,cow licked, crevice cruising cubby holed sleep.

Flickr Think Flickr Think

Flickr Think Flickr Think
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
www.oknation.net/blog/home/blog_data/458/458/images/Censo...


flickr think flickr think
for god sake wake up
from your rip van winkle like sleep
into a morass of just
making money
cybernetic power don’t sink
between a creative artist
and your administration
reforms
create a two hand clapping link
don’t cause a ruckus of a stink
now don’t look the other way
nelsons eye at you tube
orkut facebook like don’t wink
me and others like me think
more than money
it is the soul and the heart
the heartbeat of a photographer
here the soundless pain
in a clink

What I am today as a photographer and photo blogger I owe to El Gekko ,
A white man who never ever made me feel brown or black , a great difference there is among photographers and poets who carry hate ..Wordsmiths of hate .

This poem is my solidarity with a human being with a heart of gold.

Message from the finest photographer at Flickr El Gekko
Lost in a hudge playgroun…

Narcissistic Neurosis

Narcissistic Neurosis
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Assfucked
fecundity
fault finding firozes
Narcissistic Neurosis
A window opens
And a trembling
door closes
Life was never a
marital bed of roses
thorn like
pictorial punctuated poses
a rod water parting
a thought imposes
a paper thin membrane
hands raised to the heavens like Moses
toast proposes and aaron opposes
life and fucked after life
unheavenly symbiosis

Samiya the Terror

Samiya the Terror
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Samiya the terror
Inhabits my house
Fiery fires love cannot douse
She and me ever fighting
She capricious Tom Cat
And me machine gunned
Mickey Mouse
With my eunuch poetry
She has a sickening grouse
A cause and effect
that my wife Afshaan
Too will espouse
Asif and Saif my sons
She will rouse
And I rush
To the internet
Me my C words
F words
Layered
metaphors
playing hide and seek
monitor keyboard
my finger touch mouse

unlearning photography-yogic kundalini

unlearning photography-yogic kundalini
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 screw shutter speed
aperture on your
pictorial minds coral reef
photography is poetry
not a technical task
Unlearning photography
Is what I believe
Through your
yogic kundalini
releasing the serpent
wrapped within you
You do achieve
When you decipher
Pictorial pain pathos
Unmarried to grief
I believe as a photographer
You have written a poem
turned a new leaf

Passing Mirrors

Passing Mirrors
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 passing mirrors ,
lives
reflecting mirrors of paint
one side the sinner
the other side the saint
good bad and evil
embedded in pain
a dimensionally flattened plaint..
art shows itself differently
in its own restraint..
this is poetic wisdom
not a complaint..




Will Barber (howtown, texas United States; Male; 58
Well after I had complained about not being able to reach your blog, I did indeed reach one. I dearly loved the sights of Krishna's birthday. One of the god-forms to which I pay devotion is Krishna. The Alexandrian invaders of India immediately identified him with Pan. I, being Christian, identified him with Jesus. The picture of the small boy dressed as Krishna was priceless, and the pictures of the pyramid - wow! what a proclamation of cooperation (and fun, and strength of devotion.)

I was puzzled by the reference to eunuchs. Is the deliberate removal of gonads still practiced in India, or is that a remnant of the…

Passing Mirrors

Passing Mirrors
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 passing mirrors ,
lives
reflecting mirrors of paint
one side the sinner
the other side the saint
good bad and evil
embedded in pain
a dimensionally flattened plaint..
art shows itself differently
in its own restraint..
this is poetic wisdom
not a complaint..




Will Barber (howtown, texas United States; Male; 58
Well after I had complained about not being able to reach your blog, I did indeed reach one. I dearly loved the sights of Krishna's birthday. One of the god-forms to which I pay devotion is Krishna. The Alexandrian invaders of India immediately identified him with Pan. I, being Christian, identified him with Jesus. The picture of the small boy dressed as Krishna was priceless, and the pictures of the pyramid - wow! what a proclamation of cooperation (and fun, and strength of devotion.)

I was puzzled by the reference to eunuchs. Is the deliberate removal of gonads still practiced in India, or is that a remnant of the…

Immobile Sleep

Immobile Sleep
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Shuttered Sorrow
Immobile sleep
reliance ..
alliance
science
death
defiance
very cheap
broken promises
the body makes
the soul cant keep
tears that wonder
why they weep..
dwarved legs
another world
a stumbling leap
Man a Tombstone
on a refuse heap.

Tu Hijda Namard Hai

Tu Hijda Namard Hai
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Behamdardi se kaha waqt ne
Mujhse
Tu hijda namard hai
Tu bhagti hue tanhai
Lahu se tapkte hue
Seene ka dard hai
Dabuche hue
Daraye hue
Dabdabati zindagi
zhunjlati huee
ankhon
ki sarhad hai
sar jhuka
aur dekh upar
aasmam ke sitaron
ke dilon ki roshni
keh rahi hai
ya khuda tu hee
kulhu wala ho ahad hai.

dedicated to my androgynously amorphous soul ..

Peace

Peace
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Peace
Living in the clouds of my subconsciousness
giving my nascent creativity a sudden release
thank you goddess ..supreme within the
choked voice of my depair my goddess of Peace
at the trembling door of your desires
me and my ungodly aspirations on bent knees
poetic fancy like little love birds cooing on trees
to beg her attention droppings of my wisdom
that she seldom sees, my goddess in the
perfumed garden of her mind , the trees ,
lovebirds , honey and bees..
every written first time bitten word gives
evidence of my love and my pleas..

Beware Racists on the Prowl

Beware Racists on the Prowl
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 My Buzznet site was hacked into recently with a lot venomous hate, the person posted gay pictures porn, got me into trouble in my hometown,I am a Shia , finally I deleted both my buzznet sites and also ended deleting 11000 blogs in a single night such is the power of Hate , that I am also experiencing all over again at Poemhunter , a manic man bent on stamping my poetic voice.
Racism in poetry is a very dangerous trend if left unchecked.It has to be weeded out before it infects the entire poetic plantation..


Hacks into my Buzznet site
Under my web faced ass
A fire ignite
Posts a picture of a gay guy
Calls me gay online
Gay bitches shouts
Colors my web page pink
Another unaided hyperlink
Through my cyberspace
Out and out
Cybernetic fascism

And its a scary thought
an evangelist conspiracy
a taliban plot
If he sends American hate mail
As photographer no1
Like Gautam Buddhi
I too locked up
In American jail
Yahoo finance board
Misplac…

Cobbled Sleep

Cobbled Sleep
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The Drunken Creep
Cobbled Sleep
at home
his wife and children weep
he made a sober promise
he wont keep
he is pissed out
in his somnolence
his urine
from his pants does seep
his salary pick pocketed
while he is asleep
a garbage
human junk heap
what you sow
is what you reap
drunken doldrums
alcoholic dreams
at home
the family the shouts
the cries and impotent screams
the unpaid house rent, school fees,
a mistress holed up
at peela house in the cages
that someone else
in his absence will please
a cockless existence
testicled talk tease
final solution
his neck, the noose
his cirrhosis ravaged soul
hung to dry from the trees
an empty bottle
sepulchral
soundless
country liquor
wont appease

Vande Matram Kehna Hai.

Vande Matram Kehna Hai.
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Zindagi ek durghatna hai
Train ke paaiyon ke neeche
Train ki seaton ke neeche
Train ki patriyon pe seeche
Bomb blast mein marna hai
Hindu khoon aur Musalman Khoon
ko ek hi jagah
Idd Mubarak Diwali Mubarak
Behtey hue
Simatna hai
Gale lipatna hai
Katkar dilon ko
Judna hai
Khaufnak zahar ko
Nigalna hai
Aur mar kar
Isi bahane Hindustani
Ganga aur Jamuna
Jaise behna hai
Desh ki Izmat
Desh ka Gehna hai
Apas mein
Ane wale kal ko bh
Vande Matram
kehna hai

Zindagi mein aisi bhi ghadiyan aati hain

Zindagi mein aisi bhi ghadiyan aati hain
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Zindagi mein aisi bhi ghadiyan aati hain
Beete hue kal ko pachtap ki patjhadiyon
Mein chupati hin
Seeene se neekli hue seeskiyonko
Dabe paon pairon se dabati hain
Aur jab hosh aata hain
Phiri neend ke gunjhle hue kambhal
Thapak tahapak kar
Sulati hain
Zindagi mein aisi bhi ghadiyan aati hain
Aane wale kal ko kal bane se bachati hain..
Seene se lage hue dard ko tadap tadap
Kar marne se bachati hain
Guzrri hue baatein.. kalap kalap kar
Aasuon ke zariye chere ki aad mein
Behjaati hain

Hamare Mullah

Hamare Mullah
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Amama
pahen kar hame daratey hain
yeh toh hain nange hamam mein
humko bhi nanga dhikate hain
siyasti karne wale..
Allah aur Rasool ke naam par paisa banate hain
naam ke liye yeh kya nahin karate hain
sher khi khaal pahan kar
yeh bhed aur bhediyon ko nigal jaate hain
vande matram
ke bahane se yeh kiya kya
keh jaate hain
aapas mein jhagda karake
uupar wale ko doshi tharate hain..
Amama pahan kar khud to dare
buzdilon mein humari bhi ginti karate hain
lete hain naam hussain
ka aur hussainyat par yazidiyat
ki bharchiyan chalate hain..
Hamare Mullah
hain hamare
kisi aur ke ban jate hain.

Ammam means clerical turban.
This should only hurt whom the amama fits.. these lines are for rogue mullahs who are hell bent on dividing us.. our country as a Nation for political gains.. vote politics.Amama includes all religious head gears..that shame the headless sacrifice for Islam s Truth and Justice on the burning sands of Karbala..
There is also a segment of Shia…

Prince of Evil Son of Satan

Prince of Evil Son of Satan
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy wikipedia
Gustave Doré's depiction of Satan from John Milton's Paradise Lost

Satan, the Devil, is a concept strongly supported by the Bible. Jesus had a lot to say about Satan. From Genesis to Revelation, the Devil is presented as a serious threat

John records Jesus describing the Devil as “the prince of this world” (12:31, 14:30). Jesus said, “You are the children of your father, the Devil, and you want to follow your father’s desires. From the very beginning he was a murderer and has never been on the side of truth, because there is no truth in him. When he tells a lie, he is only doing what is natural to him, because he is a liar and the father of all lies.” (John 8: 44)

The writers of the New Testament letters also had a great respect for the Devil. Paul wrote in 2nd Corinthians to “keep Satan from getting the upper hand over us” (2Cor. 2:11), “their minds have been kept in the dark by the…

Warm Greetings from a Poets Hell

Warm Greetings from a Poets Hell
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy for reprsentational puropse of racist poets in hell

www.marianland.com/marxism/True_Professionals.gif


Warm Greetings
He sends as a deafening taunt
As a humiliating snide
This narcissist nerd
Australian Racist Poet
Poker faced
His greetings arsenic laced
Like little viper babies
From a basket of Hate surface
On my poetic posterior
Cut copy paste
He things save himself the
Rest of the colored skin
Brainless his opinion
Of this poet bleeding red face
Who with his hate comments!!
Has my walls of poetic peace defaced
This odoriferous stink of hate of foul breath
Whatever he touched or embraced
He with his attitude of a Skin head Yobo
Has an entire continent disgraced
Steve Irwin loved animals but this
Man hates colored men
Aborigines
Middle Eastern men
Multi-Racial Hate Misplaced
His soul putrid fetid his body waste
Absolutely crass gross his sense of poetic taste
If he continues with misdemeanors
Soon he…

Alice the Piddling Australian Whore

Alice the Piddling Australian Whore
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy google images
www.stockphoto.com

allan james Saywell (8/29/2007 9:54:00 PM)
There was a young lady named Alice
who peed in a Indian chalice.
she said, 'i do this
From a great need to piss,
And not from racial malice

AJS


You and I
Don’t see
Eye to eye
You are
White
Under
The canopy
Of a hate filled sky
I am Black
Turned Brown
I don’t lie
You mock
The man in me
You shitless scourge
A sty in a racist
Half open eye
Desensitize
Spitting
With the help
Of Alice the
Australia Whore
White Woman
Who drinks gets high
Who cant hold her bladder
Who piddles
In my Chalice
The Vixen
Your stuck finger
Between her thighs
Her unnamed
Children
All muti colored
With chequered scarves
Of all the guys
Who left their trade marks
When they did zip by
Your comments dear AJS
Give me an errection
Full blooded poems
Thanks for the Spanish Fly
Bim Bim Bombay Boy
Warm greetings from Mumbai
My Inbox is full
You scumbag need …

Australian Racist Poet Bad Luck

Australian Racist Poet Bad Luck
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy google imageshttp://ginacobb.typepad.com/gina_cobb/images/hear_no_evil_1.jpg


allan james Saywell (8/29/2007 9:54:00 PM)
There was a young lady named Alice
who peed in a Indian chalice.
she said, 'i do this
From a great need to piss,
And not from racial malice

AJS

There was a Fucked Poet
Called Malice
Who was Fucking Alice
He said I need to do this
From a great need to fuck
Yes my little finger in her muck
And my Cock well in the ass
Of a Braywell donkey lies stuck
I am an Australian Racist Poet
Bad Luck
I am an Australian Racist Poet
Bad Luck
Little Indian Bim Bombay
Boys I cant duck
Yes I am unemployed
I write racist poetry
I am out of Work

If wishes were horses Racists would Ride

If wishes were horses Racists would Ride
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesyhttp://www.cyberhorse.net.au/tve/athens2004/200804/450pics/relevant1.jpg


If wishes were horses
Poets would write
Good wholesome
Poetry and not slight
Colored poets
With whom they fight
Under black assses
Fires they light
first learn to be a human being
Pianissimo learn to be quiet
Be amicable be nice
Love your colored neighbor
You racist pig corner kick
Someone who is of your height
If wishes were horses
Racists would ride
Once for all into the twilight
From this peaceful Poem hunter website
Warm heartfelt greetings from Mumbai
For your safety and flight
If turnips were racists
Racists alright
I would mash them cook them
Eat them tonight

FATAL DISTRACTION

FATAL DISTRACTION
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo coutretesy+
bugi.oulu.fi/~heikkiv/chan/distraction.jpg
Poem: 8070771 - A racist straw that broke the camels back

Member: allan james Saywell


Comment: BURP FART, COUGH, SNEEZE BELCH,

WARM REGARDS AJS



BURP FART, COUGH, SNEEZE BELCH,
your tweed head stuck
between the tits
of raquel welch
bad news that’s what you are
as mentioned in the Daily Squelch

The Racist Tree

The Racist Tree
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
www.liu.edu/cwis/CWP/library/african/2000/lynch_2.jpg

Long branches of hate
Fruit venomous
Poiosonous
For man
Born of a lesser God
This Racist Tree
Evil is evil begets
As poems for posterity
From the tentacles on my
Discolored soul I hope
I will be free
When someone chops
The base of this
Ethnicity debasing tree
That grows down under giving shade to
Neo Nazis racists and other yobos
Of this hate bound blood related family
where they lynch people who write
better bitter poetry

Son of Satan World Cup Shocker

Son of Satan World Cup Shocker
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo google images

A Hate filled locker
3000 poems hawker
Histamine blocker
Racist fascist stocker
Head full of Rolling Stones
This Australian Rocker
This Son of Satan
Multicolored allergy
Face of a cocker
Glib smooth edged talker
World Cup Shocker

Hail Mary Full of Grace

Hail Mary Full of Grace
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Hail Mary
The Hail Mary (sometimes called the "Angelical salutation", sometimes, from the first words in its Latin form, the "Ave Maria") is the most familiar of all the prayers used by the Universal Church in honour of our Blessed Lady.
It is commonly described as consisting of three parts. The first, "Hail (Mary) full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women", embodies the words used by the Angel Gabriel in saluting the Blessed Virgin (Luke, I, 28). The second, "and blessed is the fruit of thy womb (Jesus)", is borrowed from the Divinely inspired greeting of St. Elizabeth (Luke 1:42), which attaches itself the more naturally to the first part, because the words "benedicta tu in mulieribus" (I, 28) or "inter mulieres" (I, 42) are common to both salutations. Finally, the petition "Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now …

Shia Shabbarat Wiladat e Imame Zamana

Shia Shabbarat Wiladat e Imame Zamana
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Yesterday was the Shia and the Sunni Shabbarat.
The Sunnis normally head to the graveyard and to the various Dargahs for a holy vigil all
night and prayers in their Mosques .My staff is all Sunni so I shut shop very early at about 5pm.The other guy who works for me is a Hindu , he did not come to work because of Raksha Bandhan.
I was at home all evening; wife had made Halwa Puri, as this day is the Shia All Souls Day.
We remember our ancestors are near and dear ones who left us this great heritage
that we call Hussainiyat.
Also on this day the Shias celebrate the birthday of the 12 Imam the Mahdi.
Prayers are offered at the graves, I did not go this time to the cemetery.
But at 4.30 am wife and I with my Nikon F100 my Manfrotto monopod headed towards
town, to the pier at Gateway of India , this was my wife Afshaan ‘s first visit in 31 years,
strangely though we stayed at Colaba at my parents house , none of…

A racist straw that broke the camels back

A racist straw that broke the camels back
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 On embers of hate filled fires
As it leaps pursued by villainous creeps
A colored soul battles with life bleeds
Tempestuous tragedy tears in oyster shells
A sharpened knife that weeps
Born colored dyed red colored
Colored yes for keeps
As the winds of hatred on
Slums and shanties
Of brown eyes black smiles
Sweeps
White washing laundered
Human garbage heaps
Racialism in poetry
A battered bleeding head
As poem wordlessly screaming
On your monitor screen
As it seeps
A camels meditation
in a white mans world
what you sow
someone else reaps

dedicated to a wise man from Coromandel Yoonus Peerbocus Bhai Saab

TO HATE FILLED RACIST POETS

TO HATE FILLED RACIST POETS
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 A public apology is all i want
lower case higher case any font
i will once and for all stop this rant



my first haiku
thank you lady lambeth

Poem Hunter Poets Cast the First Stone

Poem Hunter Poets Cast the First Stone
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy

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You without Sin Cast the First Stone

, in John 8:1 - 11 scribes and Pharisees had caught a woman in the act of adultery (the woman commonly referred to as the prostitute) and told Jesus who was teaching in the temple that the Mosaic Law required she be stoned to death. Trying to make an opportunity of this to trick Jesus that they might accuse Him, they, with stones in hand, asked Jesus what He says about the Law. After Jesus tried to ignore their repeated questioning, He told them "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her." One by one each man dropped his stone and walked away.

Jesus was not arguing with the judgment. Nor was Jesus arguing neither the law nor the woman's guilt. Jesus was arguing with our right to execute the woman. Once all the men had dropped their stones Jesus confronted…

Fangs of Hate Cobra and the Mongoose

Fangs of Hate Cobra and the Mongoose
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
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There lived a hate filled cobra in the forests
Who would stealthily crawl
Who thought because he had poisonous fangs
he could kill any animal big or small
all the animals were fed up of him
as I recall
this king of the serpents wanted
to be a king of the entire forest
all around the animal kingdom
a deatly pall
till one day he met his match
a mongoose on close call
he tried to overpower
him with force he did maul
a fight to finish
all the spectators to enthrall
the end came fast and quick
the cobra in the last throes
at the feet of the mongoose sprawled

so the moral even the tiniest
opponent don’t underestimate
don’t go about throwing your weight
don’t blind yourself with so much hate
live and let live don’t tempt your fate
with your congenial surroundings
try to relate ..the laws of nature
don’t desecrate your downfall
round the co…

A TALE OF A BLEEDING TAMPON

A TALE OF A BLEEDING TAMPON
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
www.columbusdirect.com/travel/plan-for-unexpected/pics/ta...

A tampon that got stuck
In a Racist Aussie ass bad luck
Travesty of anal penetration
The bleeding and the Fu**k
The guy doing it to the Racist Aussie
Could not find a condom
So he picked a sanitary towel
As protection he thought
Would work
When he pulled it out
His tumescent member
He realized what the F**k
Like lighting bolt that struck
The god dam tampon
he could not pluck
This guy a driver of a
Delivery truck
Conjoined twins
Wonderstruck
Both with surnames
Of Schmuck l
Living in a hick town
Tweed heads
That you cannot duck
3000 poems hearse driven
Pulled by a trailer truck

Wiladat e Imame Zamana

Wiladat e Imame Zamana
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 TOOTNA HAI GHUROOR ZULMAT KA
RAUSHNI KA PAYAM AAYEGA
JAISE AATA HAI SUBHO KO SURAJ
WAISE MERA IMAM AAYEGA

This was a greeting sent to me by my dear friend Jalal Kazim a Lucknow born working in China , his father is an eminent poet of Lucknow and Jalal is related to the indomitable Shia force the Lion of Nakhas Maulana Agha Roohi.

members.fortunecity.com/masoom110/TRUEISLAM/


THE AWAITED ONE Imam: THE TWELVETH HOLY IMAM(as)
Name: MOHAMMAD(as)
Title: AL-MEHDI(as)
AL-SAHIB Al-ZAMMAAN(as)
AL-HUJAH(as)
AL-MUNTADAR(as)
Kunyat: ABU QASSEM(as)
Born: On Friday, 15th of Shaban, 225 AH
in Samarra, northern Iraq
Father: The Eleventh Imam Hassan Al-Askari(as)
Mother: Nargis Khatoon
Date of Death: Unknow as he is still living and waiting God's Divine Order to make himself known to the world and fight injustice and instigate justice, law and order for all mankind!
Cause of Death: Killed by a dagger in his chest thrusted by an old Jewi…

BIM BOMBAY BLUE EYED BOY

BIM BOMBAY BLUE EYED BOY
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 You give Allen too much credit, his wanker is pea sized, his brain is the size of a grain of sand lodged between his ears. Ted Sheridan

Thank you Ted Sheridan
Three cheers
An Aussie ass
With a bulls eye board
Aborigine spears
Multi racial hate
Laugh your guts out
Dooms day for
Poets turned racists
Racist spurned poets
Is near
Those who read
Allen James Saywell
Don’t read Shakespeare
Those who read
Ivan Donn Carsewell
Yes they read Britney Spears
Laughing gas and mildewed tears
Pompous piss assed
Internet wires
Connected to poetic posteriors
Tarred feathered steers
Like a car with square wheels
Automatic gears
No this variety
has a metro sexual hate for
women..bedraggled queers
one of them loves
Little Indian Boys
Bim Bombay blue eyed bare ass
Austere
He would love to chew
with buck teeth a death wish
of my rear
each time like
Little Red Riding Hood
I close my doors
Like a big bad wolf
With a hateful of comment
A banned blo…

Peacock Pompous Poets of Poemhunter

Peacock Pompous Poets of Poemhunter
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy
www.turtletrack.org/Issues03/Co12272003/Art/peacock.jpg

These are princely birds all in name
Feathers very bright
Ostentatious on earth
But not in flight
Yes these are pompous peacocks
Poet birds at Poem Hunter
Plucking each other
On this peace loving website
Hatred in their hearts
For crows sparrows and a stray kite
Had they human pea sized brains
They would say this is colored hate
Black and white
Yes you are right
Pompous piss ass poem hunter
Poet peacocks uptight
Migrant variety
That loves to spite
In the hallowed name of poetry
Darkness evil sighted no light
Racist is their genesis based ethos
poetic trash they write
diminishing readership in fright
a candle in the wind a flame
of racist hate ignite
an anthem of racism recite
in their bad times they forget
the Messiah their Savior
remember this poets
Black Jesus Christ
Originality they lack
Completely
A drought
A famine stricken blight
N…

Rakhi ka tyohar

Rakhi ka tyohar
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo google images
Raksha Bandhan (the bond of protection in Hindi) or Rakhi (राखी in Devanāgarī) is a Hindu and Sikh festival, which celebrates the relationship between brothers and sisters. It is celebrated on the full moon of the month of Shraavana.

The festival is marked by the tying of a rakhi, or holy thread by the sister on the wrist of her brother. The brother in return offers a gift to his sister and vows to look after her. The brother and sister traditionally feed each other sweets. It is not necessary that the rakhi can be given only to a brother by birth; any male can be "adopted" as a brother by tying a rakhi on the person, that is "blood brothers and sisters", whether they are cousins or a good friend. Indian history is replete with women asking for protection, through rakhi, from men who were neither their brothers, nor Hindus themselves. Rani Karnavati of Chittor sent a rakhi to the Mughal…

Vulture The King of Birds

Vulture The King of Birds
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy Dr Glenn Losack MD
www.glennlosackmd.com

Vulture Rescue is collaboration between a large number of regional and international conservation organizations, working together to help solve the vulture conservation crisis. Vulture Rescue's mission is to "Respond to the vulture crisis in Asia by striving to halt vulture population declines and working to minimize their negative impacts on ecological and human health"

www.vulturerescue.org/


Plumage wings of angels
Flight and grace
The king of birds
The vulture
Like the Parsis
A dying race
The towers of silence
Tears mournfully fall
Dreams we chase
Dreams stolen
Pilfered lost in transit
Never reach base
Generations of pain
That through hope we replace
Our footsteps on the sands of time
With our hate deface
Warring with each other
As we fight for space