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Eyeless in Gaza

Eyeless in Gaza
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I shut my eyes
Not wanting to see
The nakedness of human values
The nakedness of religious bigotry
The nakedness of political
Machiavellian machinations
Mirrored as Reality
Little children in the clutches of
Pederasty
Little children abused
On the Altar of Man
Commercialized
Money making Pornography
Women used as bait
Manacled chained
Into Sexual Slavery
Man the Child the Father
God Super God Demon
A Coward behind an Armour
Of Bravery
I shut my eyes
Not wanting to see
Voiceless soundless
Interconnected
As I write online Poetry
To be read after my death
By a faceless nameless posterity

In Praise of Brother Yoonus

In Praise of Brother Yoonus
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 you are a full flowing fountain of poetry

you words gift to poets who read and some who hawk (not eagle hawk)
poetry
some misread poems and mock poetry
some who hammer poets and knock poetry
some go on and on and on talk poetry
some who derationalize and mock poetry
some should retire...as no more can they unlock poetry

Zeenat …Catch me If You Can

Zeenat …Catch me If You Can
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Zeenat …Catch me If You Can
This was Zeenat having a wild time , me shooting her there was just a soul or two in the room, this spacious room belonged to Basanti.. the Eunuch Queen .. had Zeeenat done her makeup groomed herself better proper threads this would have been a memorable set of pictures, I try no to remove any impediments from the path of my shoot they break the monotony of the moment as I saw it and reality is what matters in the end.. fuck I cannot understand photographers who are into having their pictures reviewed expect everyone to love their pictures, I was review pictures online at Fan Art review, sometimes just to learn from other peoples conceit, I gave three stars , I am asked by the photographer why I gave three stars elaborate..as he was confused, I replied had I in my confusion given 5 stars you would still be confused.. I gave up reviewing from today.. poetic reviewing can be fuckin confu…

They Hang Him Everyday

They Hang Him Everyday
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 they hang him everyday
they who believe in him
they who live
in white houses
with the jews
in their pay
they bomb
humanity
from above
godly showers
of acid rain
conveniently get away
yes they hang him everyday
imperialistic hegemony
the shield of St George
with which they slay
they who go to church and pray
i am the resurrection and the life
his words as their misdeeds betray
well lord god jehovah is AWOL
on a lengthy holiday
cat and mouse at play
he will return perhaps on Judgement day
or on dec 25 th that is his sons birthday
armageddon
break satans vertebrae
also the decider
who is his protege
but till then
they hang him everyday

This is the Cross on Waroda Road …a silent spectator of a topsy turvy word…lucky to have got away …crimes commited by others for their sins he had to pay ….

I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth;…

Bring Me to The Church on Time

Bring Me to The Church on Time
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 “For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life. God did not send his Son into the world to condemn it, but to save it.
John 3:16-17

Jesus told her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die like everyone else, will live again. They are given eternal life for believing in me and will never perish. Do you believe this, Martha?”
John 11:25-26

Even when I walk through the dark valley of death, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me.

You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You welcome me as a guest, anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings.

Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the LORD forever.
Psalm 23:4-6

But when I am afraid, I p…

No Dont Be My Valentine

No Dont Be My Valentine
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 love sweet love
has found a new shrine
the local police station
rs 1200 fine
public display of affections
is the way they define
moral policing on the incline
sugary solutions
touch of saccharine
must streamline
tears alkaline
no holding hands
no looking into each others eyes
no dont entwine
lovers upgraded manual
some new guidelines
for god sake dont you ever say
on 14 feb be my valentine
no not even to your concubine
love that was once
painted divine
now with a brush
diluted turpentine
dreams of my blog goddess supine
cybernetic love that tastes like
strychnine
distempered kitten
in a basket of she wolves
looks ferociously feline
friar tucked face of a lupine
phallic phantasies
dreams serpentine
to the fires of hell
all lovers consign.

The same couple a different angle..

Buzznet Memories..

April 23rd, 2007

Where Love Has Gone

Where Love Has Gone
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 lovers at carter road
promenade
look very withdrawn
the dreaminess of the rocks
the waves let out a yawn
remembering those
trembling moments
where love has gone
hate for these lovers
that society has spawned
the sanctimoniousness
of the moral brigade
love
at the marwari shop pawned
dark days in
the garden of eden
adam eve
the serpent and beyond

I shot this as after sometime you wont ever see these sights…a bleaky landscape without love or lovers..stay away from isolated spots…dont get caught in the fishermens nets..
The lovers ae fined Rs 1200/ if caught mooching holding hand petting or hugging and booked at the local police station...
April 23rd, 2007

Fallen Woman Carter Road

Fallen Woman Carter Road
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 her eyes say it all
her rise and her fall
this breakable human doll
perhaps in some distant
fading memory
she was a gangsters moll
good times what a ball
waltzing standing tall
she draped in a pashmina shawl
now there is silence in the hall
corridors of nostalgia
just a bleeding brick in the wall
a loaded dice luck changed hands
the final downfall
at carter road divider
she now lies sprawled
bruised mangled mauled
kicked left right and center
womanhood footballed.

I shot this pathetic sight , she saw me shooting her, just see into her eyes.. you wont need to read my poem..I shot a few more shots all washed away..was she kept there as a subject for my camera eyes, honestly lets face it who really has time to bother about her, at the promenade , all rushing through their walks, reducing cholestrol, blood sugar..
Why should someone write a few lines she is discarded from the mainstream of her womanhood.. cars pass her by , dogs pedigreed…

Hornets Nest Poem Hunter Revisted

Hornets Nest Poem Hunter Revisted
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Little insects
living in a hornets nest
don’t harm their own
mutual compatibility
blindness to faults
of their own kind
a love of true living bind
but here living as poets
on a street pavement
of a cyberspace
that does not belong to us
we who write about love god
all human sentiments
sanctimoniously
faults find
blind folded hate
essence of human living
killing each other
self suicidal mantra
of menopausal mankind
the white superior race
can’t do without kicking
a black or a brown behind
superiority of a pompous
pedantic piss ass poet mind
perhaps everything no mind
living in a ghetto of reflected glory
of an incurable sickness
a poet’s corner quarantined
made in a poets heart
god have mercy
poisonous fumes unwind
if not today , tomorrow perhaps
to obscurity will be consigned
poets hornets nest at poem hunter
not just words as poetry
but multicolored hate enshrined
all vying to lay the queen bee
to many queen…

Drunken Dementia

Drunken Dementia
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy

drunkgeko.buzznet.com/user/profile/



the divine nudes of drunk

many a titanic have sunk

love rises from the waters

like a wizened photographerno1

a pictorial poetic junk

i have gone celibate

i am now known

as penis wise pound foolish phenomenon

old monk.

the wisdom of a gekko

the irony of a drunk

The Immutable Shia Thug

The Immutable Shia Thug
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Solar

Powered

Shia Thug

Not a Coward

Shia Thug

Love

Empowered

Shia Thug

Sweet and soured

Shia Thug

Non electric

Powered

Shia Thug

Totem

Towered

Shia Thug


Online

relationship

soured

Shia Thug

Man powered

Shia Thug

Overpowered

Shia Thug

Cauliflowerd

Shia Thug

Dangerously
Demented
Dumb ass

Deflowered
Shia Thug

Devoured by
Cannibalistic women poets

Horse powered
Shia Thug
In her perfumed bowered
Shia Thug

a pictorial poetic whetting stone man

a pictorial poetic whetting stone man
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 sharpens knives, choppers, cleavers, the whetting stone man, razor sharp sharpness as fast as he can , pedalling his cycle like no other man..

the whetting stone man, flintstoned futurity before the world began.

cut chop mince , a dash of coriander in lifes frying pan.

peddaling away his fortune the whetting stone man

to sharpen your intelligence, your twisted tongue and your twisted mind

do you need a pictorial poetic whetting stone man..

american women poet wearing seminal stained trousers

pretending to do be man.. wetting man

The Middle Path UNMADE

The Middle Path UNMADE
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 poets should learn to feel poetry before they write
words within words to be translated with human light
but here at poem hunter poets only know how to bitch and fight
god have mercy for those not made pristine white
muti colored misery this poets soul in flight

Om Mani Padme Hun

Om Mani Padme Hun
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Photo courtesy Bennbell.Buzznet.Com/User/Journal/36717/?R=814649433


Om Mani Padme Hun, a sacred formula of buddhism (Esp. Of
the lamaists) Translated ``O, the jewel in the lotus,
amen,'' and referring to amitabha, who is commonly
represented as standing or sitting within a lotus.


Om Mani Padme Hun
an inner evolution
buddhas gem of a thought
the only solution
stop persecution

of humanity,
breathe in sanity
breathe out insanity
stamp out vanity
united
in our diversity
live life
in amity

man to man in parity
let terrorism become a rarity.
Sans barbarity
man to man mankind
a single branch of solidarity
not hate comments as charity
despite my multi colored unpopularity

Sleep- Ins

Sleep- Ins
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Man for ever sleeping

Born by default

always weeping

needs a woman

For good housekeeping

Wounds of his heart

putrefy

pus pain like seeping

man unsatisfied man

from one woman to the other

is always leaping

while he leaps

tom from a little hole

is peeping and shaking

away his blues

to thoughts not

good for safe keeping

I DESPISE BULLETIN'S

I DESPISE BULLETIN'S
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 one mans pleasure
is another mans sin
some bullets out
some bullets in
like you i too despise
bulletins
but it is pastime
for steve
women who love him
with or without
double chins even
women who want to bed him
in coffins


dedicated to epiphany 229 and founder of buzznet bulletins steve

Another Terrorist Attack

Another Terrorist Attack
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 This is one of the pictures I shot late in the night of the Mumbai serial Train bomb blast, from midnight till about 2.30am I shot Bandra, Mahim , Matunga stations..it was terrible 7/11 ..a night that wont ever fade away from our collective consciousness...


Whodunnit

a needle in a haystack

investigative agencies

forensic science unpack

300 suspects

15 to a wolf pack

a pot calling the kettle black

a case they will like

all other case crack

the lawsuit will break

the taxpayers back

i hate to say it

justice riding piggy back

of a system that is

a railway run

without a track

before you say

jack robinson

the terrorists will be back

resilience , strong willed

words by politicians

our collective conscience hijack

another governance lethargy

on the beaten track

like potatoes

crushed under

the weight of a sack

intelligence power failure

not taken aback

on the mumbaikars soul

another terrorist attack

Love Made in USA

Love Made in USA
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 there s always a slip
between the cup and the lip
camera pouted smile
that i worship
while she shoots
from her hips
my temperature dips


a macro shot of love
a lunar eclipse
seen through
a golden ambered

reflected chip

continuity jerks

video clips

camera shake

movie scripts


she horse whips
when on her buzz
my foot trips
a killing minefield
my balls rips
my destiny
bound to the sails
of her ship
horizon
receeding
cybernettic trips.
love made in USA
my heart beat skips
my poetic predilection
my apocalypse


this is my ambered quartz I got from a Sufi mendicant 3700 carats...I paid but very little.

Peaches

Peaches
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Peaches Contest!



Hey everyone!



I just wanted to those of you who don't already know that Buzznet and Peaches are running a contest.



Here's the skinny- The rules of entry are very simple: Boys, its time to break out those high heels you have stashed in your closet, your eyeliner and your favorite dress and do your best to imitate the inimitable Peaches. For all you Ladies eager to play, do your best imitation of a boy who wants to be her.



The winning photos will be selected based on the contests successful gender-bending imitation of Peaches.

Each week, 3 winners will be chosen to receive an autographed copy of "Impeach my Bush" and a signed poster. Stay tuned at boyswannabeher.buzznet.com

Go crazy everyone, this is bound to be a fun one.





a boy into a girl

i hide my phallic thoughts

bring out

a clitoral pearl

the whole

buzznet in a tizzy

while i unwhirll

44c cup brassieres

on my flat chested frame

they hurl

my standard

wr…

Hate made in USA

Hate made in USA
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy google images

Poem: 7958324 - Weapons of Mass Destruction in your Backyard
Member: Marci Made

Comment: If you hate Americans so much, what are you doing on this site? PH is a place where people from all nations are united..You, whomever you are, with or without a painted face are a bitter person...Every country has murders.There are mentally ill people everywhere. American doesn't hold the patent on 'Mental Ills'.
It is a country where people are permitted to prosper and express their opinions in a constructive manner...This poem, IMOH, is pure HATE. We are a country that feeds and helps and defends more countries than any other country in the world...Preach your terrorism ways elsewhere, please...Leave PH a place of refuge and mostly peace. mm


Go tell it to your Prez
Go tell it to the Marines
Go visit Iraq Afghanistan
see the killing scenes
Marci Made
Graduate
For once do come clean
You wear blink…

Happy World Photography Day 19th August 2007

Happy World Photography Day 19th August 2007
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I wish all photo enthusiasts photo freakazoids of the world and the very special ones on Flickrs Word Press and Bloggerspot, a very Happy World Photography Day .

On 19th August 1839, Arago made a presentation to the French Academies des Sciences and Beaux Arts, and described in great details the photography process invented by Daguerre. The French Government bought the process and presented it to the world on this day. The presentation discussed the evolution of Photography, predicted its brilliant future and the French Government having bought the process, offered its free use to the world. In an effort to establish permanent recognition for photographers on this historical date of August 19th, this day has been designated as ‘World Photography Day’. A function was held to felicitate the achievers from the entire photography industry for their contribution to the field of photography. www.timesp…

Weapons of Ass Destruction

Weapons of Ass Destruction
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Cumulative anal cravings

senile soul smooth

slippery vaseline unctions

fear is the key

rhapsodic rectal seductions

mind mentally metamorphosed

holistic healing

unmeaningful malfunctions

huge battering ram like cocks

weapons of ass destruction

iraq , iran syria afghanistan

in a single map

in the head of a megalo maniac man

a crescent crossing swords at every junction. .



December 27th, 2006

Callaghan of India

Callaghan of India
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Callaghan of India .Mr Lebourne Callaghan and I studied French at the Alliance Francais in the 70s , our teacher was Alain Ficat.. and Mr Callaghan was the head of Roche products India , his secretatry was Mrs Nicholson..

Mr Callaghan modelled clothes for Burlingtons of Bombay on board the luxury liner that hit Bombay at Indira Docks.. QE2, Rotterdam, Royal Viking Sea, so many others.. and women , American women went into a swoon seing Mr Callaghan in ethnic Maharajah looking clothes .. tuxedos and kurta aligaris.Mr Callaghan did not charge for the modelling but money had to be paid to his favorite Old Folks Home or for the welfare of the Orphans and the Blind.And my boss the terrorizing traumtic, asthamatic Mrs Munni Gupta agreed and her brother Mr Andre Kapur the sauve good looker also agreed as Mr Callaghan was a sure shot seller of Burlington clothes.. And there was Mr Benjamin Caleb the manager the guy well known to …

Weapons of Mass Destruction in your Backyard

Weapons of Mass Destruction in your Backyard
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Its indeed very sad
33 dead
Virginia Tech massacre
By Cho Seung Hui
American South Korean lad
A bleeding message
Love turned sour on a note pad
Shows the American paranoid
Gun hysteria totally unclad

Weapons of mass destruction
in your backyard
you police other nations
bully and bombard
you own laws life cant safe guard
growing hopes
now lie buried in a graveyard
your Rambo like culture
your false bravado
another one bites the dust
blood on a green card
Charlton Heston
Gunslinger diehard
For human life no regard
Have gun will travel
To get some reward
In one stroke of madness
You world lies scarred
Tears to a family in India
On a postcard…

IN US YOU GET WEAPONS OVER THE COUNTER
Times of India ..18 APRIL 2007

“Purchasers are allowed to buy a gun a month if they wish with no restriction on the type of weapon or amount of ammunition . AK47 assault rifles and Uzi sub machine guns can be bought legally over the counter.Computeris…

In Praise of a Brother Poet

In Praise of a Brother Poet
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Master of satire
you ted sheridan
will never tire
only your
uncourting
maiden head of
a lady critic
will soon retire
poetry personal crticism
a bodily blow
on hire
sellers no buyers
ted sheridan
a gentleman and
an officer
a poet spirited squire
dancing with she wolves
distempered pussy kittens
live wire ..
A rose unlike firoze
bleeding menstrual
in a briar ..
If not poetry
ilegitametly
what do we sire?
Low living lofty thoughts aspire
like a weathercock moving
east west north south
but precariously perched on a church spire

Hate Filled Poets of Doom

Hate Filled Poets of Doom
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Being a woman
With characteristics
Of being a whore
Being a lady
Pretentious Parody
Being a sore
How can one poet
Be abusive to another poet
Verbal punches
to sensationalize and score
If this is poetry at Poem Hunter
Angels will step aside
Fools will enter this door
Healing Words
Feeling Words
Touching words all in store
The soul of a poet at its core
Love filled poetry in name
Hate filled Poets in shame
Should be shown the door

Tears for Bibi Fatima ! Curses For her Killers !

Tears for Bibi Fatima ! Curses For her Killers !
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 from this world into
the next world we will pass
tears for bibi fatima
beneath the shadow of alam abbas
oops taqqaiya
allah ho akbar
we bypass
dont throw stones
you live in a cybernetic world
made of glass
we cut our bodies
scourge bleed
mind outpacing mass
we dont lob grenades
maim , decapitate or
other communities harass
on other peoples privacy of thought
we dont tresspass
so let us do what we do
stop behaving like a jackass
yes it is hussainiyat that
as wealth of our spirituality
we amass ..
did it not spread eagle yazidiyat
a momentary abberation so crass
with our curses on the enemies
of janabe fatima
we will surpass
it is not just a sectarian difference
its an ideology impasse

May 30th, 2007

Shahadat E Bibi Fatima

Shahadat E Bibi Fatima
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
photographerno1.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/shahadat-e-bibi-...

Janatul Baqi Google Images

I write about Shia women, the fountain head of our Faith, the beacon of light of our Faith.
They only they are the powerhouse of our impregnable Faith.
Without Shia women there is no Shiasm.Shiasm is alive as Shia women as Mothers , bring forth Faith , faith as a newborn child, who will become the father of Man.
For me no Mullahdom, no monument man made is greater than the contribution of the Shia mother.She is the embodiment of a single drop of tear that fell from the eye of Bibi Fatima, yes our race is born through a drop of a tear, a mothers tear to a Shia mother, a pledge between Bibi Fatima and her Shia women to keep the flame of Shiasm alive.

Yes I touch a Shia mothers feet,beneath it lies Paradise.Call me a Heretic, I will reply yes I am a Shia.
It is Bibi Fatima the unfortunat mother , who worked, labored on the grinding stone to…

Marc De Clercq Bandra Rocks

Marc De Clercq Bandra Rocks
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Marc at My Shop Dressed like Me.

Marc De Clercq is a Belgian photographer, who has done his Masters in Photography from Ghent Belgium.
We met through cyberspace , Marc wanted to have details of the Koondathavar Koovagam Hijda festival, so we interacted through email, besides we both are friends of Laxmi Narayan Tripathi, the Metrosexual Hijda Beauty Queen from Mumbai.
Any way Marc came down South, but his Hassleblad camera equipment was stolen in the bus at Pondicherry before proceeding to Vilupuram on the way to Koovagam.

The Aghoris Dead Flesh Eating Sadhus

The Aghoris Dead Flesh Eating Sadhus
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I am perhaps by default a malang, or maybe a naga sadhu or also a Hijda , the last is a thought that worries my daughter Samiya no end, she is on My Space and Orkut , is new to blogging, she tells me to stop writing eunuch poetry , as her friends are quite confused about me , I am a tourist attraction for her college friends all doing Media at Rizvi College Bandra.

They read my blogs also come here to take tips regarding photography some of her friends I think are better visualisers than me , recently there was a project they had on various human emotions, one of them was envy , they wanted an idea I gave them a tame one, a hand in a cookie jar , but the guy was a step ahead of me , he and his friend dropped a RS 5 coin in human shit he took only the shot of a the hand going to extricate it .. this is sheer mind over matter some are born talented, some have talent thrust on them..

My Naga Sadhu Guru Vijay…