Monday, December 31, 2007

Muslim World of the Poor Man


Muslim World of the Poor Man
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Muslims all over the world talk of Islam and there is an evil force of Jehaddis that go on a rampage killing those that do not agree with their ideologies, yet nothing is done to alleviate poverty ignorance from the poor Muslim mans world.Most of the clerics fill their own coffers build seminaries of sectarian hate and corrupt the young kids in their charge with hatred for other communities..
My words might hurt the staunch Muslims many here on Flickr who just dont want to see the sad state of the standards of human living..
Many here on Flickr with hate for Shias and hope of Islam in Wahhabism..
I have nothing against Wahhabism as long as its members dont litter their hate on my photo stream..I do not go to other peoples photo stream to defecate my views.. against their faith or beliefs.
I do not denigerate my religion, only the guardians of my religion who pass fatwas on everything under the sun, but no fatwa to ban illiteracy and ignorance and the sad state of affairs of the poor Muslim woman in third world countries..
Here I am reminded of a Muslim youth wanting to form a federation of Islamic nations , the youth from Sri Lanka had a lofty thought but can it ever work, we as Muslims are bent on killing each other and our enemies who want to destroy Peace on Earth laugh all the way to the bank , a comment passed by my friend Neal Romanek.. on my post Muslims love killing Muslims and he as a white man has the insight we dont want to have..


A cloistered world of the poor Muslim Man
Peace and Brotherhood part of Allahs cosmic plan
but here on Earth Muslims love killing Muslims
as fast as they can ...sectarian strife sectarian violence
we are hardly Muslims just Shias Sunnis Jamatis Wahabbis Tabbblikis
hate filled members hurting each tribal rivalry as a clan
Jehhadis destroying the world and the Word of God
Man wanting to be omnipresent Superman
The Jehhad against Ignorance Illitercay
the misery of the pooer uneducated underprivileged Muslim woman
with Fatwas of hate the Rogue Mullahs span
after two atom bombs Nagasaki and Hiroshima
from the fires rose a phoenix called Japan
but we destroy each other as Muslims
in Islamic countries from Pakistan to Sudan
we self destruct Talibanisation of our human soul
from the cauldron into the frying pan
An agony sans ecstacy the rise and fall of
the Muslim World of the Poor Man

Jesus Watches


Jesus Watches
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Jesus watches from a corner in shame
much did he try to raise womanhood
on a pedestal
the lot of the suffering woman
remains the same
woman in a mans world is game
robbed of her treasury of innocence
a fallen woman she became
they her own children
of her loins wound
brutalize and maim
disown her
adding her to ill fame
remember her as fleeting thought
on womans day as a Mother
all in name
throw her in the dungeons
of an old womans home
when she becomes an old dame
the mound of her memories
ashes to ashes dust to dust
the worms her flesh and her soul
will reclaim
mother wife sister
a beast of burden to proclaim

Marziya Awestruck


Marziya Awestruck
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

A thought that
I am her grandfather
she could not duck
Marziya wonderstruck
a photographer a poet
a genealogy of good luck
a photogenic model
with more than 700
pictures that I stuck
one month old
Marziya Shakir
thunderstruck
our lucky mascot
our blossoming good luck


picture shot by my wife

Marziya and Me


Marziya and Me
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

a trunk and a branch of a tree
held by love of ahle bait firmly
mir anis a part of her ancestry
pride of shamim and
mohomed shakir lakhnavi
her great grand parents
buried at rehmatabad
the shia cemetery
marziya our hope
our love our destiny

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Muslim World of the Poor Man


Muslim World of the Poor Man
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Muslims all over the world talk of Islam and there is an evil force of Jehaddis that go on a rampage killing those that do not agree with their ideologies, yet nothing is done to alleviate poeverty ignorance from the poor Muslim mans world.Most of the clerics fill their own coffers build seminaries of sectarian hate and corrupt the young kids in their charge with hatred for other communities..
My words might hurt the staunch Muslims many here on Flickr who just dont want to see the sad state of the standards of human living..
Many here on Flickr with hate for Shias and hope of Islam in Wahhabism..
I have nothing against Wahhabism as long as its members dont litter their hate on my photo stream..I do not go to other peoples photo stream to defecate my views.. against their faith or beliefs.
I do not denigerate my religion, only the guardians of my religion who pass fatwas on everything under the sun, but no fatwa to ban illiteracy and ignorance and the sad state of affairs of the poor Muslim woman in third world countries..
Here I am reminded of a Muslim youth wanting to form a federation of Islamic nations , the youth from Sri Lanka had a lofty thought but can it ever work, we as Muslims are bent on killing each other and our enemies who want to destroy Peace on Earth laugh all the way to the bank , a comment passed by my friend Neal Romanek.. on my post Muslims love killing Muslims and he as a white man has the insight we dont want to have..

Urus of Makhdoom Shah Baba Mahim


Urus of Makhdoom Shah Baba Mahim
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Every year for last three or four years I was invited by my friend Sakib the Florist to his Sandal that begins at BMC colony Mahim, and ends at the Shrine of the Holy Saint Makhdoom Shah Baba.I have never missed the opportunity to be a part of this procession, Sakib, also participates in the events, managed by Firoze Rafaee an exponent in sword and other forms of body mutilation..
This is the cultural ethos of the Rafaees without blood, unlike those of the Shias.
The Chancawalli Sufis were ther with Handi and were upset that I had not visited the Dhuni for personal reasons that I did not tell them, but Handi guessed as much and told me my tormentor who hates Sufis being publically photographed has been banished to Ajmer Sharif..The Chancawallis sufis to did their body piercings vigorously ..
I shot over 300 pictures from 7 pm to about 9 pm and than breaking away from the procession reached the Dhuni to meet my friend Maun Baba or Barsati Baba who has taken a vow of silence for 11 years.
He was happy to see me including the others , the head of the Chancawalli Babas is Sher Ali Baba.
The Dargah was cordoned off , metal detectors, and heavy police bandobast, I walked from the Dargah to Mahim PoliceStation where a qawwali was in progress organized by Inspector Liaqat head of the Police Makhdoom Shah Baba Committee .I shot a few pictures of the performers and walked home barefeet..

My eldest son Asif Shakir has presented me a new website to house all my poems , so as not to get into anymore head on conflicts with Flickr Support or members of my earlier poetry web site..
However I have deleted all those poems on my own..no use giving importance to bad rubbish and racist too.

www.firozeshakir.com

Friday, December 28, 2007

MUSLIMS LOVE KILLING MUSLIMS


MUSLIMS LOVE KILLING MUSLIMS
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

image courtesy
images.usatoday.com/news/_photos/2006/09/08/afghan-topper...

Muslims love killing Muslims
Causing pain causing immense harm
Sabotaging the Soul of Islam

Muslims love killing Muslims
The dead the innocent as they embalm
Driving a stake up the Soul of Islam

Muslims love killing Muslim
Sectarian strife Sunnis killing Shias
Shias killing Sunnis no peace and no calm
Talibanisation of the Soul of Islam

Muslims love killing Muslims
Suicide bombers assassinations
Rape arson pillage kill and bomb
Cowards rogue Mullahs political poison
As it infects the Soul of Islam


Cybernetic hate as it storms
Warring creatures in an Animal Farm
Allah Ho Akbar
Muslims love killing Muslims
Tears shedding blood
Decapitating all that is Truth
From the Soul of Islam
Brotherhood and Peace
In the hands of Jehaddis
Fundamentalists Radicals
Terrorists bent on suicide bombing
The Soul of Islam
Muslims love killing Muslims
A corrupt virus from Yazidiyat.com

Eid e Ghadeer Mubarak


Eid e Ghadeer Mubarak
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

image courtesy
www.ziaraat.com/images/ali15.jpg


Event of Ghadir Khumm


The following is a description of the historic event of Ghadir Khumm. Click on the book icons below to see the detailed references backing up each key element of this event. The separation into contexts enables one to see how well each component of the event is attested in the sources.

For example, to see how many Sunni sources record the sentence uttered by the Prophet [s] to appoint Imam 'Ali [a] - man kuntu mawlahu fa `Aliyyun mawlahu - click here: .
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The Farewell Pilgrimage
Ten years after the migration (hijrah), the Messenger of Allah [peace and blessings be upon him and his Progeny] ordered to his close followers to call all the people in different places to join him in his last pilgrimage. On this pilgrimage he taught them how to perform the pilgrimage in a correct and unified form.

This was first time that the Muslims with this magnitude gathered in one place in the presence of their leader, the Messenger of Allah [s]. On his way to Makkah, more than seventy thousand people followed Prophet [s]. On the fourth day of Dhu'l-Hijjah more than one hundred thousand Muslims had entered Makkah.

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Date
The date of this event was the 18th of Dhu'l-Hijjah of the year 10 AH (10 March 632 CE).

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Location
After completing his last pilgrimage (Hajjatul-Wada'), Prophet [s] was leaving Makkah toward Madinah, where he and the crowd of people reached a place called Ghadir Khumm (which is close to today's al-Juhfah). It was a place where people from different provinces used to greet each other before taking different routes for their homes.

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Revelation of Qur'anic Verse 5:67
In this place, the following verse of the Qur'an was revealed:

"O Apostle! Deliver what has been sent down to you from your Lord; and if you don't do it, you have not delivered His message (at all); and Allah will protect you from the people ..." (Qur'an 5:67)
The last sentence in the above verse indicates that the Prophet [s] was mindful of the reaction of his people in delivering that message but Allah informs him not to worry, for He will protect His Messenger from people.

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The Sermon
Upon receiving the verse, the Prophet [s] stopped on that place (the pond of Khumm) which was extremely hot. Then he sent for all people who have been ahead in the way, to come back and waited until all pilgrims who fell behind, arrived and gathered. He ordered Salman [r] to use rocks and camel toolings to make a pulpit (minbar) so he could make his announcement. It was around noon time in the first of the Fall, and due to the extreme heat in that valley, people were wrapping their robes around their feet and legs, and were sitting around the pulpit, on the hot rocks.

On this day the Messenger of Allah [s] spent approximately five hours in this place; three hours of which he was on the pulpit. He recited nearly one hundred verses from The Glorious Quran, and for seventy three times reminded and warned people of their deeds and future. Then he gave them a long speech.

The following is a part of his speech which has been widely narrated by the Sunni traditionists:

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Tradition of the Two Weighty Things (thaqalayn)

The Messenger of Allah [s] declared:

"It seems the time approached when I shall be called away (by Allah) and I shall answer that call. I am leaving for you two precious things and if you adhere to them both, you will never go astray after me. They are the Book of Allah and my Progeny, that is my Ahlul Bayt. The two shall never separate from each other until they come to me by the Pool (of Paradise)."

[See also: Hadith al-Thaqalayn: A Study of its tawatur]

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Acknowledgement of Authority
Then the Messenger of Allah continued:

"Do I not have more right over the believers than what they have over themselves?"
People cried and answered:

"Yes, O' Messenger of God."

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Text (nass) of the Designation
Then followed the key sentence denoting the clear designation of 'Ali as the leader of the Muslim ummah. The Prophet [s] held up the hand of 'Ali and said:

"For whoever I am his Leader (mawla), 'Ali is his Leader (mawla)."
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[In some narrations the word used was wali rather than mawla - with the same implication]
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The Prophet [s] continued:

"O' God, love those who love him, and be hostile to those who are hostile to him."

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These were the key parts of the speech of the Prophet [s]. There are also more detailed versions of this sermon which are recorded by many Sunni authorities.
'Coronation' of Imam 'Ali [a]
[under development]
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Revelation of Qur'anic Verse 5:3
Immediately after the Prophet [s] finished his speech, the following verse of the Qur'an was revealed:

"Today I have perfected your religion and completed my favour upon you, and I was satisfied that Islam be your religion." (Qur'an 5:3)

The above verse clearly indicates that Islam without clearing up matter of leadership after Prophet [s] was not complete, and completion of religion was due to announcement of the Prophet's immediate successor.
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Hassan b. Thabit's poetry
Immediately after the Prophet's speech, Hassan b. Thabit, the Companion and poet of the Messenger of Allah [s], asked for his permission to compose a few verses of poetry about Imam 'Ali [a] for the audience. The Prophet [s] said: "Say with the blessings of Allah". Hassan stood up and said: "O' people of Quraysh. I follow with my words what preceded and witnessed by the Messenger of Allah [s]. He then composed the following verses at the scene:

He calls them, (on) the day of Ghadir, their Prophet
In Khumm so hear (and heed) the Messenger's call,
He said: "Who is your guide and leader? (mawlakum wa waliyyukum)"
They said, and there was no apparent blindness (clearly):
"Your God, our guide, and you are our leader
And you won't find from among us, in this, any disobedient,"
He said to him: "Stand up O' Ali, for I am
pleased to announce you Imam and guide after me (min ba'di imam(an) wa hadiy(an)),
So whomever I was his leader (mawla), then this is his leader (mawla)
So be to him supporters in truth and followers,"
There he prayed: "Allah! Be a friend and guide to his follower
And be, to the one who is Ali's enemy, an enemy"

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Oath of Allegiance
After his speech, the Messenger of Allah [s] asked everybody to give the oath of allegiance to 'Ali [a] and congratulate him. Among those who did so was 'Umar b. al-Khattab, who said:
"Well done Ibn Abi Talib! Today you became the Leader (mawla) of all believing men and women."
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Number of Companions in Ghadir Khumm
Allah ordered His Prophet [s] to inform the people of this designation at a time of crowded populous so that all could become the narrators of the tradition, while they exceeded a hundred thousand.
Narrated by Zayd b. Arqam: Abu al-Tufayl said: "I heard it from the Messenger of Allah [s], and there was no one (there) except that he saw him with his eyes and heard him with his ears."
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Revelation of Qur'anic Verse 70:1-3
Some Sunni commentators further report that the first three verses of the chapter of al-Ma'arij (70:1-3) were revealed when a dispute arose after the Prophet [s] reached Madinah. It is recorded that:
On the day of Ghadir the Messenger of Allah summoned the people toward 'Ali and said: "Ali is the mawla of whom I am mawla." The news spread quickly all over urban and rural areas. When Harith Ibn Nu'man al-Fahri (or Nadhr Ibn Harith according to another tradition) came to know of it, he rode his camel and came to Madinah and went to the Messenger of Allah [s] and said to him: "You commanded us to testify that there is no deity but Allah and that you are the Messenger of Allah. We obeyed you. You ordered us to perform the prayers five times a day and we obeyed. You ordered us to observe fasts during the month of Ramadhan and we obeyed. Then you commanded us to offer pilgrimage to Makkah and we obeyed. But you are not satisfied with all this and you raised your cousin by your hand and imposed him upon us as our master by saying `Ali is the mawla of whom I am mawla.' Is this imposition from Allah or from you?"

The Prophet [s] said : "By Allah who is the only deity! This is from Allah, the Mighty and the Glorious."

On hearing this Harith turned back and proceeded towards his she-camel saying: "O Allah! If what Muhammad said is correct then fling on us a stone from the sky and subject us to severe pain and torture." He had not reached his she-camel when Allah, who is above all defects, flung at him a stone which struck him on his head, penetrated his body and passed out through his lower body and left him dead. It was on this occasion that Allah, the exalted, caused to descend the following verses:

"A questioner questioned about the punishment to fall. For the disbelievers there is nothing to avert it, from Allah the Lord of the Ascent." (70:1-3)

www.al-islam.org/ghadir/incident.htm

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Benazir Bhutto Rest in Peace


Benazir Bhutto Rest in Peace
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Photo Courtesy AP


RAWALPINDI, Pakistan - Pakistan opposition leader Benazir Bhutto was assassinated Thursday in a suicide bombing that also killed at least 20 others at a campaign rally, a party aide and a military official said.



"At 6:16 p.m. she expired," said Wasif Ali Khan, a member of Bhutto's party who was at Rawalpindi General Hospital where she was taken after the attack.

A senior military official, who spoke on condition of anonymity because he was not authorized to comment, confirmed .
news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071227/ap_on_re_as/pakistan

political poison a dangerous disease
hate that blows you of the crease
you were alive just a second
frame freeze
gone with the blowing breeze
life body gauards yet no gurantees
like father like daughter
silenced forever
Benazir Bhutto
Rest in Peace

Marziyas Might


Marziyas Might
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

marziya and asif shakir
daughter and newly born father on a high
like the feet of earth being touched by the forehead of the sky
a fountain showering waters from Mashke Sakina
that on the banks of the Euphrates will never run dry
of a world of Ahle Bait hidden in the slivers of a lttle childs eye
silence a peak of eloquence that money cant buy
or rob or steal or get it on the sly
a fathers love for his daughter that you espy
is a sobless tear thanking God the maker in reply
for making Marziya in the image of her mother
the blood sinews of her fathers spirtuality
that he did apply from kazmain in lucknow
to a paradise in mumbai
time held in her tiny fist before it flys by
Marziyas might hits the bulls eye .

The Sabri Sufi Solitude


The Sabri Sufi Solitude
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

The Urus celebration of the Sufi Saint Makdoom Shah Baba began on Dec24 .
Normally I never missed this event, walking bare feet from Bandra to Mahim to sit among the Chancawalli Sufis or Rafaees body piercers , as they sit smoke chillum
at the Dhuni or Holy Fire.
This year I decided to stay away from the Rafaee events and the Dhuni because of personal reasons.On Friday I will go and shoot Saqib the Florist friends Sandal , which I shoot every year , the body piercing performed by Firoze Rafaee under the patronage of my friend Fahad Pathan up and coming political youth leader...
I spoke to Saquib, and he was wondering why I was not seen at the Dhuni.Actually I have shot so many meaningless pictures , mostly portraits and the chillum smoking, some of the Bawas dont take kindly to the picture taking.
So my pictorial quest is on a low key, mostly the Turner Road Hijdas, the beggar kids are part of my quintessential street photography.
I was hoping Mr Glenn Losack MD from America , would come down to shoot the body piercing events but he has postponed his India trip.
The birth of my photogenic grand daughter Marziya , has been a a blessing in disguise , shooting her almost a few frames every day soothes my soul.
She is the finest model, she gives me rare gems of her expressions , and she is demanding too , she is a month old so I cant do much in terms of creativity but I manage .
Marziya is a photographers Muse , and inspiration, she is a sight to be seen when the lady masseur gives her a massage and her bath , all amazing episodes of her daily regimen.One picture I do wish to take of hers is in a tiny Hijab..just her eyes...
She has been part of our luck, and she got ha cradle from Shivani my sister in law wife of brother Firdaus.. I got her a pram from Little Kangaroos , a childs shop that belongs to my friends Alok and Arun Lalwani..a unique shop and must a visit for toddlers and new borns..

Man Child in a Zoo


Man Child in a Zoo
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

He is a man child cub in a zoo
endangered specie its true
on the verge of extinction
a thought hackneyed but new
with his back to the world
a world of hate he left behind
a world of sorrow and suffering
he outgrew
now he eats only what
he can chew
his ancestors once upon a time
roamed the wilds
till evolution charged their intellect
they became from apes
men categorized as Christians Muslims and Jews
assorted races Buddhist Sikhs Parsis Jains Hindus
using religion as a weapon
their own kind without impunity
they mercilessly slew
political powerplay
man destroying man
a heady intoxicating brew
phew
a god who created them
they killed on the cross
now by killing
those that did not kill him
pay off their forefathers
unpaid dues
suicide bombers
misplaced martyrdom
prosleytizing the human soul
with any available excuse
Justice as a precondition
to Peace and Freedom
The only solution
for a global truce

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Marziya Mothers Doll


Marziya Mothers Doll
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

marziya mothers doll
proud blue blooded shia
karbala engrained to her soul
very clear
our faith bound
to a drop of tear
a bond with allah
through ahle bait
without any fear
our belief
our stead fast shiasm sincere
we need not artificially engineer
come moharam
a cry ya hussain
will be heard
far and near
we await the day
when
our Beloved Imam
will re-apppear

Under the Wisdom Tree


Under the Wisdom Tree
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

A few days left for the New Year
Man half asleep under the Wisdom Tree
dreams of a better life and a handful of prosperity
he has unposted letters to be sent to God
asking for respect and not just charity
man who born helpless poor
wants to live in peace and peaceful dignity
away from racist hate that nestles
like a whore in the heart and soul of poetry
the warmongers of poetic hate
from a racist poety site to a
photography site relentlessly
pursuing me
blocking my right of creative expression
my freedom of poetic speech
harbingers of hate and animosity.
even those who live in an English land
and champion their minority
thinly disguisesd as Indian haters
insecure in their pompous creativity
a searchlight a must on their
hateful nefarious activity
colluding with the might of a racist authority

Hide And Seek


Hide And Seek
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

a loser
with a winning streak
a commonality and yet unique
a womans child
a child woman
so to speak
perforated silence
soundlessly shriek
with her feminine fate
frivolous flippant fastidious
she plays hide and seek
gives birth to a coward
and to Hercules
she who remains outwardly weak
motherhood her inherent streak
her pain her sorrow cheek to cheek
a bodily goddess that turns antique
muted memories that cannot speak
misplaced for ever in a kingdom of the meek
a flowing river and a choked up creek

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Shah Ast Hussain - We Curse Yazid


Shah Ast Hussain - We Curse Yazid
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Hussain the beloved grandson of the Holy Prophet
with whom Allah the Most Omnipotent was pleased
Hussain the name of Humanity beyond caste color or creed
the Bayt of the Holy Prophet he did not conceed
gave his head not his hand to a Monster called Yazid
who born of an illegitimate serpent seed
well known for destroying Islam by his dastardly deeds
every act of his against Allah, Islam humanity woman hood indeed
the laws of civility the human values he and his warriors did not heed
yes a black chapter in Islamic history words that bleed
the accursed Ummayad Caliphate leader Yazid
an insult to the human breed
on the flesh of carrion he did feed
his so called followers of yazidiyat
in todays world we do not need
who give reverence to Yazid
the Ummah at spirtual circus to mislead
they should be crushed God Speed
Hussain a single man army 72 warriors in the lead
against the mammoth forces of accursed yazid..
even afer death and defeat did suceed
Hussain gave up his life not for political supremacy
that he did not need
Hussain our beloved Shaheed
political gains and worldly control of Islamic fortune
thirst of Yazid his wantoness depravity and his ungodly greed
Hussain for his live or his his familys life never did plead
Karbala that became the killing field
it was the fruits of Hussainiyat from the blood of the Martyrs
it did yield
Hussain Allahs most protected Shield
Astride on Zuljana the Indomitable Steed
living words of Nade Ali on him decreed
fearless along with Abbas Ali Akbar Kassim
he did proceed
Ali Asghar the little Mujahid
all battling the evil forces
who prayed the namaz
and the Holy Koran did read
now dont ask me why the Shias
from the major community did secede

“Shah ast Husain,
Badshah ast Husain,
Sardaad na daad dast dar dastey Yazid,
Haqqa ke bana-aey La ilah ast Husain.

” Translation : “Ruler is Husain,
Emperor is Husain,
Religion is Husain,
shield of religion i.e. Islam is Husain,
Gave his head (for Islam) but not his hand to Yazid,
To maintain the truth no one but is Husain.”


my poem dedicated to Maulana Zaki Baqri a Man of Spiritual honor .. who helped in my growth as a good human being..

Hijdas on Christmas Eve Day


Hijdas on Christmas Eve Day
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Outside the St Peters Chrurch Bandra Hill Road
The Hijdas stand in reverence on Christmas Eve Day
knowing the good parishioners will come out
and pay -charity a Christian virtue like prayer
broken bodies of human pain they bare
a god given tragedy they have no money to repair
clapping their androgynous hands in the air
transgenders are human like me and you
a convulted contorted emotional erosion
personal in nature who cares
perhaps Jesus Christ lying in his crib
looks at them than at the clergy
the Rock of St Peter
a castrated silence
chaotic spirtual commotion
that as humans we share
some cry they have no shoes
some cry they have no feet
who stand on stilts of prosthetics
without the need of footwear

Marziya Flickr PhotographerNo1


Marziya Flickr PhotographerNo1
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

she cannot walk
she cannot talk
she is a chip
of a block of a block
pictorial poetic stock
wanting to be photographed
round the clock
the new poet on the block
whose poems will not shock
peace freedom justice
all solid as a rock
she might be the next gen
flick photographer no1
marziya shakir
this friendly eagle hawk
a gift of a drop of tear
from karbala in iraq
named after Princess Fatima
a new world of hussainiyat to unlock
allah ho akbar
inshallah
she too will photo blog

Marziya our grand child


Marziya our grand child
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

miraculous memories
lyrical joy to share
marziya shakir
our grand daughter
a diamond very rare
camera friendly
poem friendly
monk like head
without any hair
we do make an unusual pair
she is the first child
who is comfortable with what I wear
she a shakir who does not easily scare..
love poetry hate racism
in the eyes of our antagonists we stare
justice is a pre condition
to peace and freedom
da vincas words we swear
on the wings of poetry
we enter leopard lairs
where angels fear to dare

Dignity in Child Labor


Dignity in Child Labor
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

sir take my photo he said with a smile
covering his fateless face
the turner road traffic signal beggar kid
with humility and human grace
its not dreams but cars he must chase
as the red light comes on
his palms the feel of coins will trace
dignity in child labor
is no more a disgrace
the beggar mafia
controls his destiny
his body his soul
his mind space

Christmas Cheer


Christmas Cheer
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

traffic signal beggar boy
Christmas cheer
a life imprisoned
in a drop of tear
his cry the world
has no time to hear
the world busy shopping
for a happy new year
vehicular traffic of pain
as it draws near
joy happiness
pass by disappear
birth life death
karmic punishment
to mock and sneer

dedicated to Mrs Andrews mother of Tom Andrews..

Monday, December 24, 2007

Monochromatic Morbidity -Man


Monochromatic Morbidity -Man
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

I recieved this picture as an email attachment but the photographer who shot this has captured time and arrested a human emotion,there is so much to be read that my words unecessarily sound redundant .
Man is Gods finest mistake and God gave man qualities that he did not give animals, he made a thinking man, yes a sinking man a drinking man , to his environment not a linking man, a stinking man, hate filled waking tall but alas a shrinking man.

man caught in a vicious web
colors of hate raw unrefined
pain and pathos undefined
values ethics all maligned
sometimes good
sometimes bad
sometimes ugly and unkind
god given vision
man is morbidly going blind
divided into two
colors of hate
bleeding black
bleeding white
monochromatic morbidity unwind
bound by the color of crimson red
held up by muscles bones sinews
a scaffolding of hate
unaligned
a broken fence
an uprooted tree
on the soul and soil of mankind
gods finest mistake man
satanic godly thus combined
for his unborn children
a torn and tattered page
of history to remind

Friday, December 21, 2007

Invitation to a Racist Wedding






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The racist kilt
Standing head above shoulders
On a stilt manic self guilt
Destroying the house of a poetic God
That took years and years to built
Flowers different colors ravaged
Hate filled
Blood splattered spilt
As they die and wilt
Collective white racism
With a sword in the rectum
Of a colored man
Up to the hilt
Brown posterior a patched parched quilt
A new world of poetry is possible
If with all colored hands of artisans it is rebuilt
With love harmony peace humanity as bricks
Inbuilt towards anarchy of the races no tilt

Luckless Dreams


Luckless Dreams
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

he sleeps and dreams of grandeur and fame
a house in posh locality a car and a womans heart to proclaim
big business big time big game
he was born poor his karma to blame
his father and mother baptized him Lucky
yes that is his name
miles and miles to go
before his destiny he can tame
and get away from the cursive lines of his shame
no parking a board that shuns his dreamy claim
man his hopes his survival his tribulations all aflame
a human spider caught in the web of a frame

Perfect 10


Perfect 10
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Stats obsessed
Ratings obsessed
racist women poet
Of an amateur poetry web site
Will do anything to reach the top
With the support of friends and with
A different set of personas and props
Pump their own ratings
With a perfect 10 to harvest
a good crop
As to sell their hackneyed
Poetically pedestrian ware
They cannot find another shop
With the help of their fictitious persona
Commenting on their own poems
Among the Top 500 mega flops
The only thing good about the poems
Is the omnipresent full stops..
Hate filled unmarried
Menopausal slithering snakiest slops
On the top of the tops
Making salubrious love to uneatable pork chops

Happy Bakra Idd



Tomorrow is Bakra Idd
For once let’s forget
We are Sunnis and Shias
Bow our head to the Glory of Allah
For Universal Peace and Brotherhood plead
The stopping of Muslims killing Muslims
A wanton Allah hurting deed
Let’s clear our hearts of sectarian difference
Share each others sorrow pain happiness
Without unnecessary bloodshed and worldly greed
Lets be bound to Allah his fragrance in the Koran
His Holy Messenger and his Hadith
Round the neck of Hate and Ignorance
Lets collectively put a wreath
The Jehad to end Ignorance
End mayhem that is destroying the planet
Our unborn children our mothers sisters fathers and brothers
Lets protect our human breed
Not only Muslims but all caste color and creed
The Voice of Sanity and Reason heed
Its better to live a single day as Hussain than to live a lifetime as Yazeed

THE TERROR OF "ISM" By Ray Lucero


THE TERROR OF "ISM" By Ray Lucero
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

This poem was sent to me by my trusted and finest friend Ray Lucero...Poem Hunter..

There are many forms of "ism"
(Defined as method, outlook, principle or doctrine)

Here's a few of the more notorious ism's:

Terrorism;
Control of people by a few through fear & violence (Used by both sides in conflict)

Counterterrorism;
Violence versus Violence

Ecoterrorism;
Violence against the environment (Bush's environmental policy)

Racism;
Separates gender, social classes, religious groups and race (A favorite tool of fascism)

Fascism;
The few controlling the many (Where U.S.A. is headed)

*************************************************************
More isms:

Atheism;
Highest form of denial

Asceticism;
Denial of self through suffering

Baptism;
Pledge of self to worldly churches & icons

Barbarism;
Savage acts against others

Cabalism;
Adherence to an extreme

Cannibalism;
Humans consuming humans on all levels

Capitalism;
Economic system based on private ownership of capital

Chauvinism;
Belief in the superiority of men over women

Communism;
Abolishment of private ownership

Conformism;
Sacrifice of autonomy

Criticism;
Serious judgment of something or someone

Cynicism;
Morose distrust

Defeatism;
Acceptance of the inevitability of defeat

Demonism;
Worship of demons, Satan or false gods

Despotism;
Modus operandi of George Bush & Dick Cheney

Dogmatism;
Intolerance and prejudice of a bigot through arrogance or stubborn positive-ness

Dualism;
Two opposing elements

Egotism;
An exaggerated opinion of one's own importance (any guesses on this one?)

Elitism;
The attitude that society should be governed by an elite group

Escapism;
An inclination to retreat from unpleasant realities through diversion or fantasy (promoted by corporate media, video games and cinema)

Extremism,
The reckless acts of George Bush & Dick Cheney

Jingoism;
Fanatical patriotism (25% of Americans)

Materialism;
The philosophical theory that matter is the only reality (American corporatism)

Militarism;
Political orientation to use a strong military force to promote national interests
(American policy to control arms, global policy & resources)

Monarchism;
George Bush's advocacy that monarchy is a political system

Moralism;
Judgments about another person's morality (A favorite tool of bigotry)

Narcism;
George Bush's exceptional interest and admiration of himself

Necrophilism;
Irresistible sexual attraction to dead bodies (Bush's love of war)

Nepotism;
The White House policy of favoritism to relatives and close friends by giving them jobs and important positions

Nihilism;
A revolutionary doctrine that advocates destruction of social system for its own sake
(A little used tool for change)

Ogreism;
Dick Cheney

Opportunism;
What Bush administration has done to take advantage of high offices and privilege with little regard to ultimate consequences

Patriotism;
Blind love of country and willingness to sacrifice to anyone in power

Vigilantism;
The actions of a vigilance committee (Blackwater) to enforce laws

I leave you with this one:
Yahooism
Somebody (use your imagination on this one) who is regarded as unruly, crude, or brutish…

Oh, I almost forgot this one;

Peaceism (my word and definition):
Global stability & harmony through awareness, compassion and love

Peace,
Ray Lucero

Unite Against Racism in Poetry land


Unite Against Racism in Poetry land
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

photo courtesy

www.anl.org.uk/images/tuc.jpg

There is racism in poetry land
Perfectly laid out preplanned
If you bring it to the web site managements notice
They clip your wings and have you banned
And they accuse you as the aggressor
From the cooking pan of bigotry into
The fires of hate you land
Cornered from all sides
Into the mouth of a quicksand
White racism is a hard enemy to beat
If you are black and brown and belong
To a no mans land
Love for poetry and racism in poetry
Go hand in hand
Even those who love music
On your posterior with or without a kilt
Will play the band
Yes it’s a black face of intelligence
They can’t stand
Your rise on the wings of poesy
They harbor envy
With the witches of Armageddon
They will finish you off
With their racist magical wand
Go refresh read the Fountainhead
By Ayn Rand
Concerned write in your own language
Not reprimanding you for your inadequacy
But a simple racist command
Banished from poem hunter the Promised Land
No trial guilty till you are proven innocent
No justice no witness stand
Lopsided law of poetry land
Handcuffs of shame cutting into your brown skin
You are a criminal a tag
Attached to your bleeding wrist band
Your enemies poets with lose bowels
And anemic prostate gland
Some with bleeding rectums piles
Deteriorating endocrine gland
Arthritis carcinoma and pigeon chests
That pretentiously ape mammary glands
A Louisiana lynching lass egotist fires
Of furious racist hate that she fanned
a yeti strangled
Without a single line of poetry she crashed land
Working as farmers tilling poetry
in uncultivated wordless arid lands
Racist coterie that searchlight
and other anti-racist websites must help disband
collectively take a very firm stand
On the passing away of the Racist poets call the Highland Military band
Racism is a cancerous disease eating the soul of humanity
Must be controlled curtailled not allowed to expand

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Groping Santa Claus


Groping Santa Claus
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

A woman was charged with sexual assault after allegedly groping Santa Claus at a Connecticut mall, Tuesday, Dec. 18, 2007. The mall Santa told police the woman had touched him inappropriately while sitting on his lap.

(CBS/AP) A woman was charged with sexual assault after allegedly groping Santa Claus at a shopping mall.

Sandrama Lamy, 33, faces fourth-degree sexual assault and breach of peace charges.

www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/12/18/national/main3628471.s...

Santas have a very tough time
women groping for their family jewels
squeezing them like sweet lime
now this Santa was a gay man
the thought was disgusting
and not sublime
he would prefer making
little cheeky buttocked
children sit on his heaving lap
and teach them nursery rhyme
santarchy and some
pedophiliac grime

Merry Xmas and Happy New Year


Merry Xmas and Happy New Year
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Santa comes year after year
and though he brings gifts
peace hope happiness
on his favorite reindeer
its still not clear
why the human cheek
shelters the sobbing tear
nothing has changed
says Santa even this year
people living in poverty
racist environment
agonizing fear
alabaster faces
that mock and leer
poetic smiles
behind evil veneer
in cyberspace
today even the good shepherd
takes his lambs to slaughter
brings no cheer
on black faces
cow dung they smear
they kick you in the front
they kick your posterior
paying tribute
to the birth of Christ
life and resurrection
the end is near
the poor colored man pays for
the sins of the killers of the Messiah
proselytize him to the Lord endear
covert him make him a Christian
Merry Xmas Yule time
Happy New Year

Racism at Poem Hunter Poetry Website


Racism at Poem Hunter Poetry Website
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

photo courtesy

www.digitalapoptosis.com/archives/lightbox/Racism.jpg


My name is Firoze Shakir I am an Indian poet from Mumbai who has been racially abused , debarred from Poem Hunter poetry site for exposing rampant racism under the guise of Poetry..
I give you a sample of the vitriolic racist poems written about me, and Mr Trade Martin eminent American Poet has written to the Management of Poem Hunter…

Please help or giving me a link where I can place and seek redressal for my grievance..12/19/07 Attention: Emily at PoemHunter. (URGENT)

Dear Emily, I’ve also seen others, but these kinds of ugly writings

should be totally banned, along with the writers of these vile

postings. They are NOT GOOD for your site.

Sincerely & respectfully, Trade Martin.

Love poetry Hate racism is gay

People of poem hunter..i am sorry to inform you that the indian satanist also called ‘Love poetry Hate racism’ is GAY! ! ! !
he fucks man..and he also loves one pussy that is cow pussy

Amberlee Spurling

FIROZE SHAKIR EATS COW SHIT

It is sad for a lonley man..
who has no future
no life
no plan

For him to eat nasty poop
Thats all he can eat for thats all he has to scoop
He has no teeth with mangled hair
One eye to see out of and one leg to spare

He spreads diseases like Gonnerea
he also has Koro it is a psychiatric illness most common in South and East Asia whose primary symptom is an overwhelming fear that the penis is being slowly sucked into the body, resulting in death.
He is crazy
He talks about people…because he really admires them
he also admires being rammed up the ass by a rino
his legs start shaking by overjoyment…and he tiny penis may raise of a milimeter of an inch..and for him thats big

Amberlee Spurling

firoze shakir sucks gay american penis

firoze shakir sucks penis
so one day in india after fucking his god cow
he came to realize that he is gay now
so he flew to america to find a gay man
firoze shakir likes the cum from the gay man
then he got Aids..so he went to the doctor and the doctor said
you gave the world aids from fucking the cow
firoze shakir hated white people because he is nasty
so nasty

Amberlee Spurling

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Thank you Sir

This is nothing but hate for my country, she has written such vile stuff on India , that I took up cudgels against her she has denigrated the Holy Cow , she has called us Indians stupid, now she is getting back to me as she knows I cant attack her having been banned from Poem Hunter…
I am now convinced that Poem Hunter supports Racism completely to the hilt..
An Indian man when he attacks people who provoke him racially with offensive abusive language , instead of giving him a warning is thrown out from a site that promotes Racism, neo nazism..
I have reported this to a few anti racist sites..
I have no problem, no regret being adversely punished by Poem Hunter, but justice should be equal to all irrespective of caste color or creed…

Firoze Shakir



I recieved message from Poem Hunter Management that they have deleted her poems.

" Stop Writing Poetry "she said


" Stop Writing Poetry "she said
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

you keep getting into trouble
you and your hot air
balloon head
the poet racists of
a hate filled poetry world
want you debarrred and dead
with the connivance
of hackers
website managements misled
stop writing poetry she said
with your poetry blogs
you dont earn your daily bread
its poetic truth
that racism exists
in cyberspace
that they dread
many a
poet from the dark nether world
the racist poets have bled
aldo , arizona angel and also our own fred
their juggernaut wheels
over dead bodies they sped
these academicians
pompous poets well read
the law of nemesis
will catch up
surely
before they get ahead
i dedicate these lines
to trade howlin hazell
ray lucero and ted

Indians Dogs Not Allowed


Indians Dogs Not Allowed
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

racism lives behind these poetic doors
a world of black and white poets
universal color of blood racist sores
less poetry more hate
pimps pretending to be poets
poets pretending to be whores
colored men made to walk on fours
indians dogs not allowed
lungs bursting encores
in the modern cybernetic
world of hate
racism over
anti-racism scores
welcome to racial profiling
indoors and ourdoors
pompous pedantic poetic bores
acid rain on colored skins
as hate down pours.

Doomed Destiny of Man


Doomed Destiny of Man
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

sheathed in a polythene gunny bag
sleeps the last vestige of an exhibit called man
tired hungry dreamless pangs
his doomed destiny on the shores
of despair his head bangs..
and lying to marginalise
him death bares her fangs

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Yule Time of Hate


Yule Time of Hate
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

in a few days here in mumbai
or in the western world
the birth of jesus christ
they will celebrate
those that talk
pretentiously
of love peace
yule time
but inherently
the colored man hate
this is part of their mental make up
their bad karmic state
laying traps
they lie in wait
yes with a poisonous
poetic dart
their victims bait
they pretend also to
be champions
of anti racism
call themselves minority
than crash the gate
the colored mans
cybernetic existence
to terminate
searchlight but
than its far too late
in a white mans world
white mans travesty of justice
the sins of a generation
will not expatiate

The Traffic of Life and the Beggar Girl


The Traffic of Life and the Beggar Girl
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

she was first a liitle baby
hanging on a beggar childs waist
she became a toddler much in haste
now as she steadily grows
her vulnerability
in an egg shell encased
like her mother her elder sister
15 years already
with child
she has the bitter
sweet kernel
of life to taste
an aborted childhood
like a moving vehicle
on lifes running traffic
at some other signal
misplaced .

The Muslim Poor Man


The Muslim Poor Man
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

outside the mosque
oblivious to the maddening
world moving by he sits
writing his lifes
ailing story
in bits
now that time permits
two days before bakra idd
the slaughtering
of the sacrificial goats
lacs spent on kurbani
the sacred sacrifice
while he lives
in the pits
time and tide
lashing him
a few more
black eyed hits
yes he is a poor muslim man
a small frugal head
yet the skull cap fits
the salah his obligation
to omniscient Allah
come sickness bad health
he never omits

Hijdas Children of a Lesser God poem


Hijdas Children of a Lesser God poem
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

A new lot of Hijdas have taken over the Turner Road Traffic Signal, I met
them yesterday while going to work, Laxmi the Beggar Hijda who kept
this signal running with her kind face has stopped coming here , and I guess
its their head or Guru who controls and tells them where they beg..
The Turner Road Signal is a prestigious begging point, and the arterial road leads to four distinct points of Bandra..
However the Turner Road beggar kids give the Hijdas a tough time moving in for the kill as the kids really are faster on their feet, semi naked and the little tots completely naked.
Their mothers play cards across the road, food is leftovers from the nearby Stomach restaurant. The Eunuchs eat from the street stalls mostly the Bombay staple food called
the Batata Wada ..which is potato pancake in bread and green chutney…

a new fresh crop a new lot of Hijdas
beg at the Turner Road Traffic Signal now
morning to evening they move from one car to another
a field of no returns
tired as they plough
of the sweat of their brow
to the passengers in the cars
they smile as they kowtow
the beggar kids plunge headlong
the eunuch competition
wont allow
a hopeless fruit of misery
that almost bends the bough
here on the streets of despair
the children of a lesser God
broken puppets on a string
have less human respect
than the Holy Cow

Save Ram Setu


Save Ram Setu
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Last week a chariot bedecked with flowers and a huge stone from Ram Setu was on display, the procession was drawn from people of Bandra Bazar Road..
there was a large crowd taking darshan and prasadam..

www.ramsethu.org/

'Save Ram Sethu' is an international campaign jointly promoted by a growing number of international organizations to oppose the destruction of Ram Sethu, also known as Adam's Bridge. The Sethu Samudram Shipping Canal Project undertaken by the Indian Government will destroy this bridge.

Latest Ram Sethu News

International groups have jointly launched the Save Ram Sethu campaign against the continuing destruction of a symbol of the Hindu faith in the narrow sea between India and Sri Lanka. Ram Sethu ( called Adam's Bridge by the British ) which is seen as one of Hinduism's holiest sites, is an ancient chain of shoals that once linked India's southern areas to Sri Lanka's northwest. It is being destroyed by the Sethu Samudram Shipping Canal Project (SCCP) to create a navigable waterway in the narrow sea dividing the two countries. [more]

Bedding a Horny Lens


Bedding a Horny Lens
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

I recieved this and other more hillarious pictures in Gmail Inbox with a link ..
I could have posted all of them but it would go against my ethics of photography..
But do see the link and laught at some of the most funny picture situations..

legko.be/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&i...

This one I am using as my poetry subject

no woman I would want to sleep with
discordant times recession makes sense
I d rather sleep with a life size horny
telescopic zoom lens
a libido far flung and immense
no nagging no bragging no wifes regular nonsense
no more viagra no more spanish fly
if it does not get up no need to get tense
no more old days no more new days
to reminisence
no more taunts no more
she getting pregnant
no more gestational suspense
an indian dress a mere lioncloth
gandhi wore it churchill took offence
no for a million bucks
I wont wear a kilt
I may be stupid I am not dense
Love poetry hate Racism
I am shocked at my poetic moderation
are words to my racist antagonists
as my only ahinsa based self defense
it takes two hands to clap
two hands to repair a broken fence
what shocks me a mere insignificant
Indian gutter fly
caused a fluttter not worth two cents
bashed up egos albaster white faces
bashed up hollow poetic pretense
wounds that will take time to heal
add it to the exchequer as incidental
cybernetic medical expense
my soul banned at poem hunter
smoked out with the fragrance
of a pest killing incense

To Mr Danny Reynolds-Bandmaster


To Mr Danny Reynolds-Bandmaster


*uck you danny reynolds my fight is not with you keep your scottish ass in the kilt it looks better in there ///
you would not want someone to play it like a tabla would you.

intimidate you dont scare me at all
if you have time come scratch my left ball
living in a glass house
dont throw stones at a brick wall
what you thing is big
you dickhead might turn
out to be small
so over expose it
to your white women
this New Years Ball
with a new kilt
made from your
maid servants shawl
bowel cheek and some jowl

Mr Danny Reynolds is a poem hunter member who has been harassing me at Poem Hunter whose remarks to me have been no less than racial slurs..

Firoze Shakir Bollywoods Most Wanted Poet Of India

The Waters of Racist Hate


The Waters of Racist Hate
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

I recieved the following message from Flickr Support I have the highest regard for their
decision and abide by it without any regrets, i may be deleted as a picture here at Flickr but Truth is already easily available on the Internet and can never be choked.
I took up photo blogging to share my world of pictures not to proselytize my religion or my beliefs on others..
I also took up photo blogging as a weapon against Racism, and I need not tell you that it is very powerful and has the greatest strength backed by a collective society of hate minded people..My case in all its humility, a fightthat was at Poem Hunter maded its way to Flickr.
People who treated me racially at Poem Hunter hacked my accounts , had me banned , now moved against me at Flickr, that they were Flick members I never knew, but they collectively placed blocks on me, without me ever visting their photo stream.
I still dont know their identities ,but yes racism , specially White Racism exists and is not a figment of my poetic mind proves it completely in my case.
I am a blogger in transit I will be judged by my actions and my posts will tell you that against my aggressors I habe nothing but words as my defence.
I am a poet of no consequence yet my rise at the top of the spire of poetic fame bought me more brick bats and racist punishment..

The message from Flickr Support


Hello, firoze shakir photographerno1!

This is an automatically generated copy of a warning we sent to your primary email address:

-------------------------
Hi firoze shakir photographerno1,

We've seen an unusual number of "blocks" against your
account. Also, we have deleted the kilt photo in which you
inappropriately called out another Flickr member.

In joining Flickr, you agreed to abide by the Terms of
Service and Community Guidelines. Specifically, you must
not abuse, harass, threaten, impersonate or intimidate
other Flickr members:

flickr.com/guidelines.gne

If we continue to see an unusual number of blocks against
your account, we will likely delete your account.

Regards,


My reply sent to them by Yahoo Mail


From: "firoze shakir"
Subject: CASE 463563
To: case463563@support.flickr.com
Firstly I have had no problem with any Flickr member I reietrate, the few months that I have built my reputation painstakingly on Flickr, all my poems were replies to attack I recieved at the hands of a few racist members of Poem Hunter site who may be members of Flickr site..
I have never visited any members from my Flickr site to their site..
I have taken much racial abuse and if you keep alluding that I threaten intimidate Flickr members I feel you use these words harshly against me..Even now as I write this everyday at the Poem Hunter I am being thrashed poems written denigerating my character .
I think if people from this group keep blocking me and you take their version to admonish me than I too will have no alternative but to move out from Flickr..a move that would hurt me too as I have more than 14000 pictures posted here of a photo jornalistic nature.. showing a human world of pain and rituals and Hinduism which is my cultural inheritance.
I have from the day I joined Flickr leaving aside theThink Flickr Think poems or Bonk Flickr poem never deliberately maligned the management or Flickr members..I have nothing in my defence I have fought my opponents through my Blogs ...single handedly.
All my poems talk of Poem Hunter racist treatment meted out to me..but I have realised that Racism in a strange way makes the victim the aggressor..
If you unnecessarily knowing what I have been fighting for keep reminding me
"Specifically, you must
not abuse, harass, threaten, impersonate or intimidate
other Flickr members:"
Than it shocks me, and hurts me even the kilt picture as a poem was written against a Poemhunter member has racially continued to trouble me , and still does from the forum that is read by many bloggers and poets.I never in 50 years expected a member of a Scotts race to behave in such a degrading manner..

Tell me by posting any thing to hurt someone what could I gain..
I had to show my pain and my wounds..
If this does not convince you I have nothing to say.I thank you all the same.Merry Xmas
Firoze Shakir.

I will be posting this dialogue as a blog

Poem Hunter Junction


Poem Hunter Junction
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

at poem hunter junction
a secluded racist spot
they sit
firoze shakir poems
love poetry hate racism poems
hubcap shit head poems
lost in transit
like just hatched chicken babies
in a venomous snake pit
blocked banned
yet to get a clean chit
the few white racist poets
under this brown poets ass
a dynamite stick shaped like a dildo
they lit for his occupying
Top 500
Top 200
Top 100
Top 20
Top list
for this daredevilry
they show him their knuckle dusted fist
betty wants to strangle him
danny wants to piss on him
louisiana lass wants to lynch him
metamorphhh acidic groaning pain in the ass
wants to punish him
hog and flog him
a bowel shit on him
an arsewell fart on him
all poetic hate
of a collective antagonists
threatened by a blogger
a photographer
a wannabe bad poet
a story with a twist
accusing him of a hacker
a crasher of votes
these pompous pretentious
literary garbage filled anarchists
from poem hunter they had him dismissed
white mans hate sun kissed
mutually black brown and white
in a game of numbers
where reaching the top
is of prime importance
will never mutually co-exist
baying for his blood
at flickr
these hooligans
skin heads
white supremacist racists

Edwin Drood Top 500 poet Poem Hunter


Edwin Drood Top 500 poet Poem Hunter
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

photo courtesy

www.topmasala.com/images/banta.jpg

listen@poemhunter says that it was Ferocious Fakir who crashed the lights to delude
...abusive and lewd
no not related to Mahmoud Maksoud or Masood who sell pet food
Closely related to Firoze Shakir with whom the racists had a feud
They sent him packing leaving behind his poems in the nude
In his place to keep Poem Hunter poets entertained with not so funny stories
He has sent Santa Banta brother Edwin Drood
a rascal Indian storyteller very very shrewd “the right step” “dirty pictures” “fastest”as much as he could exclude
“Correct or wrong” poem hunter forum racist asses skewed in foul mood
venomous vituperative vapors imbued a war of words ensued
Funny funny stories to get you screwed served piping hot as racist food
Danny the pisser his little pecker cubically pubically unviewed
To block a brown ass at Flickr with his racist friends he connived and pursued
Louisiana lynching Lass and Betty Strangler he did include
A thought in all its xenophobicness as an attack on freedom of speech
And poetic creativity on love poetry hate racism did intrude
Hogging the limelight the snout of a swine that did obtrude
God is always with the righteous when he is in good mood what say you dude
Edwin Drood the Top 500 poet at Poem hunter I conclude
“Who’s the Ass” I wont allude
A poetic pact the Devil renewed
Metaphorically on the metamorphhhs posterior in menstrual blood tattooed

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Green is the Garden of Envy


Green is the Garden of Envy
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Green is the Garden of Envy
terrorising the flowers
with hate
thorns puncturing hope
as they long for some shade
night after night
the marauders
come and raid
hidden in the soliloquy
of silence the flowers
alone and afraid
such is racism
in a mans world
a weapon that
one man uses against
another man to degrade
the color of the skin
a primal concern
dividing humanity
in a wantonly trade
where ever you run
from this cancerous disease
there is no escapade

Poetic Justice at 58


Poetic Justice at 58
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

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When a woman is 58
Unmarried living all by herself
Just a computer screen as mate
Than she for the other sex
Has no feelings just
Viciousness rabidity
Full of Hate
Unbalanced mental state
Menopausal corrosion
Of human values
Yes it’s been too late
She now for man and men
Has slaughterhouse distaste
Butchering him for
A very long wait
Her sexuality eaten
Up by a menstrual morbidity
Scrawls on her libidinous slate
The few crumbs of her
Corrosive virginity rusty
Beneath the cosmetic plate
Unwanted she will
Carry it to her grave
Worms’s insects
Gnawing away at her
Bones putrid flesh
Such shall be
Her hateful fate
Racism is not just about color
It is about attitude
Your bigoted views
Your insular upbringing
That like a trap lies
In wait to incarcerate
A colored man
Because he disagrees
With you or
Your white poetic debate
How many blocks will
You put on him
To choke his voice
His freedom of speech
Louisiana’s Lynching Maid
A Jena Tree that died
Because it had a canopy leaves
But could not give shade
You and your kind
An insult to God
God’s creativity
You who made Man eat the Fruit
That God forbade
A Snake Goddess who
Copulated with the serpent
Unafraid
Poetic Justice
A satanic silence
A satanic diatribe
That will here on Earth
In a retributive action will be repaid

*~* WITHOUT OUR DEAR FIROZE WE SHALL ALL GROW OLD AND GAY *~*


*~* WITHOUT OUR DEAR FIROZE WE SHALL ALL GROW OLD AND GAY *~*
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

*~* WITHOUT OUR DEAR FIROZE WE SHALL ALL GROW OLD AND GAY *~*
poem by Howlin Dervesh at Poem Hunter


For the want of an 'r'
Our lives have
Or may
Change somewhat.

With out 'r' we
Could never be Rude
only ude
Ude is my new word for today

As we get old and gay
And prance in the ude
Looking far from ude
As today may say

HOWLIN' DERVISH











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Thad Wilk (12/16/2007 7:03:00 PM)
Nice write Howlin! Short and sweet! Vendi, Vidi, and i enjoyed your write!
Elysabeth Faslund (12/16/2007 5:47:00 PM)
He earned everything he got...just too bad it wasn't harsh enough to fit the crimes he committed against good people....well, not harsh enough.....YET
Ray Lucero (12/16/2007 2:16:00 PM)
Uday Howlin,

As President 'Tricky Dick' Nixon once said;
'You won't have me to kick around anymore'
So it is with Firoze...

Peace,
Ray
T McH (12/16/2007 2:13:00 PM)
Ude is an excellent word.

Actually - despite the hurling of crap I found Firoze personable and charming. Also easily offended and easily offensive. Never to me however and I take people as I find them. o me. Whilst being aware of what they may say about others. As do you.... F. t x

Peace Love and Humanity


Peace Love and Humanity
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

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almighty god gifted us life
to live in love and peace
we returned gods favor
with hate for each other
and war as our release
god made us in colors
to live in love and peace
we chose the color white
to bulldoze blacks browns
by playing racial police
racial profiling
a cancerous disease
gods creation
we destroy and fleece
bringing good values
down to its knees
with our unholy acts
as worldly caprice
we are suicide bombers
a ticking bomb
on the increase
our leaders war mongering politicians
rogue mullahs and corrupt priests
we have to give global peace a chance
for the unborn of our race
yes hate must cease
peace now ..
and forever
a saddened god to appease

Yesterday Today Tomorrow


Yesterday Today Tomorrow
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

we beg we steal we borrow
memories yesterday today tomorrow
birth the cycle of death
karmic evolution bound to sorrow

Eid Ul Fitr Namaz Bandra Station 2018

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