Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Phallic Pollination

My Phallic Pistolerro

a water gun

how disgusting

said someone

the lady with a pouted smile

cloistered brains of a nun.

a body part over rated

battle of the sexes was won


more powerful than any machine gun


fortified for its stand by Viagra

badly needed by everyone

hidden in sartorial upholstery

a hired brainwired gun

testicular terrapin

basking in the sun

a triangular pond

will swim

bob his head

drown and be done

stealthily sheepishly

move from her budoir

the start of another home run

Splurting Semen in Defeat

We love

love

we love to cheat

we are full

we get hungry

what is not ours

we want to eat

deceit

we puke

we shit

we excrete

push our hot member

crumpled

flesh

on a back seat

smelling sweet

we compete

her body heat

we deplete

repeat and

retreat

smashing

our way

through

clitoral charisma

labial concrete

a wife at home

we fornicate libidinously

with the woman of the street

man

without

his manhood

incomplete

an errection

gift wrapped

in a winding sheet

splurting semen

in defeat.

Cut copy

Paste

Don’t Delete.

Love at loss

Hate as gross

On Our Fucked Lives

Balance Sheet

Masturbated Verbiage

Life is a stage

propped up as an actor

or dumped in a garbage

a click

i am on the wrong

webpage

online

they call it

coming of age

a parrot

cock eyed

in her gilded cage

a poker faced porn poet

also a pedestrian sage

overtime on the internet

no minimum wage

just her thoughts

my battered hopes

assuage

fires than within

the entrails of my groin enrage

seminal solidity ..

masturbated verbiage

genital stage


uncopulated in my minds eye

lies the sweeping sorrow

weeping tears thoughts engage for

the Saint of Homosexuals

Oscar Wilde

Aestheticism

Lord Alfred Douglas

Queensbury Boxing Laws

Reading Gaol


A Poetic Forum

Reminiscent of

the Victorian age

Devoid of testicular fortitude

Eunuch euphoria

A War they Wage

the irony of poetic brotherly love

When squeeze becomes a shove

hate betrayed by love

unwanted meaningless

comments down my throat they shove

a tirade poisonous poetic spam

characteristic of

strange brotherly love

intolerant of

a multi colored

hate thugs that

in a forum of debasement

are in hand and glove

no not tired men

and courtly love


a amateur porn poet

who writes about

unworking human

body parts

that they cant dispose of

a trade mark duly registered

hate more hate within a poem

that cannot be written off



A vulture

pretending

to be a dove

the irony

of brotherly poetic love

totally undeserving of

pretentious poetic cadre

enough is enough

Peace and War


Peace and War
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
A missing Peace
A childs leg
The Fruits of War
No football no running
The Gift of War
A bombed up house
Sorrowful Silence
A broken door
A bleak Future
Raw bleeding
Harsh Reality
Wounds of War

Trade Off..Amrikki Jehadi

Racism raises its ugly head
From a recycling bin
Sounds of masturbated
Hate some more poetic
Sin to trade in
Oh how they love
To take it in the mouth
While it hits the chin
Phallic storm in a teacup
Excuse the slip in
Weapons of mass destruction
Al Amrikki Jehad
A white man
Chequered scarf
More hate spin
Hidden in the forum of a dustbin
The great white hope
Pretending to be a jehadi
With a brown skin
The sound of a bazooka
At the dropp of a pin
All you need to do is sacrifice your
Penile headed foreskin
The great white poet messiah
Black and brown poets won’t let in
Hate as it spills
Out from within
With his ass
Balanced
On a circumcised
Swivel pin
Enjoying
The pleasrures
Of a eunuch
Artificial sin
Welcome hatreds next of kin
A Trade Mart..
There In

Thank you Eagle Hawk

Thank you
Eagle Hawk
Sometimes
Far more eloquently
In silence we talk
It’s when we open
Our duck faced mouth
That as humans we shock
Like ships on repair
On old memories we dock
Crumbling as sand
Once that was rock
Now turned to chalk
As desensitized poets
As demoralized poets
As disillusioned poets
As dehumanized poets
Our inherent hatred
On the Muse of our Poetry
Unlock
We conjurors of words
Wordsmiths of unworthy stock
Not only poetry
Our vindictive venomous
Viper like poison
Beneath empty
Hollow sounding words
Our alter ego we stalk
Not just Poetry
But the Soul of Poetry
We mock
Like Shepherds
Weeping poems
Over dying flocks
A haunted poet hunter’s house
The ghost of Alfred Hitchcock
Legless heartless hopeless soulless
On borrowed crutches we walk

The Hijda Mujra Dancing Queens Rise And Fall

I was at the All India Hijda Sammelan, a conference of Hijdas Eunuchs Transgenders that had collected from all over the world , it was very tought getting entry here , I had a press card of Bandra Samachar, but the hard core Hijdas bodily threw me out, I was dressed in saffron, they thought I was a Tantric , so I stood outside the gates of the hall at Park Side Vikhroli.Intervention by a Times of India photographer Nitin Sonawane and meeting with the host Mr Santosh Shetty , a social crusader for Hjda rights got me the necessary permission .
I shot them from close quarters , some despised me, some looked at me in fear,hijdas dont like to be photographed..
The entire hall had delegations, from the country, all living together , the richer ones from abroad had their own special rooms like Priya from Singapore.
I was called by a senior white haired still gracefully aging Hijda, we started talking and she began opening herself to me, treating me like her brother, she offered me tea biscuits, shunning and shooing away the other Hijda who were gathering around us..within limited words I have tried to poetize her pain ..
She was the reigning Hijda Mujra Dancing Queen of Bhopal...
She had insisted that I do not shoot her pictures , I realised you dont need a camera to shoot androgynous amorphous pain..I thought this introduction was necessary this is a true story..Read on .

His parents had died
The only memory he could recall
He was bought up by his uncle’s family
He worked morning and night at the tea stall
He was fair skinned chubby cheeks kohl eyed
Slim feminine medium height not very tall
His aunt was issueless asthmatic with a sickly pall
In the nights of his loneliness began the assaults
Drunken uncle all over him pushing his member
Hardness that made his skin crawl bleeding
Night after night within these filthy four walls
Bites bruises all over his body on his
Broken doll of a body his uncle’s lust scrawled
His wages taken away his miserable fate he could not forestall
One night he ran away with a truck driver who was going to Nepal
Drugged he found himself in a tiny room
How did this befall?
He was sold to the hijdas after all
The birth of a hijda mujra dancing queen
His tender feet choreographing his pain
The silence and sorrow of a dancing hall
Now he has aged white hair wrinkled
Countenance Bhauchara Mata
And his prayer shawl
Looking after the pretty hijdas
More comely more metro sexual
more gifted and street smart
after all
reminiscences tears of lost
memories a gnawing pain
of his trodden childhood youth
at the all Indian hijda sammelan
this old hijda told me all
within the glistening drop of a tear
perched on her cheek
the Mujra Hijdas Dancing Queens
Rise and Fall

And I am already crying after having written this...

Not For Sale


Not For Sale
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
The Soul of Photograherno1 Not for sale

a hurt inbox in the heart of my email

words squandered in a jail

peace in pieces cant prevail

a praying mantis a dying male

when lovemaking does not fail

the sexual fragrance

of a female cat

a waving tail

when it does entail

or the loaded weightlessness

of a fornicating snail

or watery trumpetting

of a blue spermed whale

me on her furtive trail

dreamy eyed

thoughts derail

a silence

hidden in her veil

lips frost bitten and so pale

a summers night dream

my lifes wintered tale.

poetic sorrow and some detail

an errupted soul on a richter scale

within her lies my unholy grail.


the california quail a bird bewail

Skull Rules


Skull Rules
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
Skull rules

over dog assed fools

studious cocks

cramming slamming

in vaginal schools

break their heads

foreheads like mules

unfinished homework

punishment

standing on clitoral stools

synchronised diving

in the depths

sins of her

swimming pool

The Terrorist On a Mound

The Terrorist on a Mound

to Satanic Verses bound

Rogue Mullahs

false ideaology

surround

to them his

twisted soul impound

Jehad a word for revenge

crime and punishment

words that are not

profound

the best of him above

the rest of him

buried underground

his brains cannot be found

no they did not get drowned

nor were they shot without a sound

an insult to a canine

but the terrorist a treacherous

blood hound

suicidal his lifes goal

a coward faceless

human heads

he will pound

clueless to confound

gets hit

by our resilience

not once

but a million times

on the rebound

we win always

without losing

ground.

The Terrorist On a Mound

The Terrorist on a Mound

to Satanic Verses bound

Rogue Mullahs

false ideaology

surround

to them his

twisted soul impound

Jehad a word for revenge

crime and punishment

words that are not

profound

the best of him above

the rest of him

buried underground

his brains cannot be found

no they did not get drowned

nor were they shot without a sound

an insult to a canine

but the terrorist a treacherous

blood hound

suicidal his lifes goal

a coward faceless

human heads

he will pound

clueless to confound

gets hit

by our resilience

not once

but a million times

on the rebound

we win always

without losing

ground.

My Family Jewels 2

My family jewels

Hanging on the walls

And these jewels

Are quite different

From those that we

Call balls

My jewels

Untesticular

some big and some small

I wear them

A different one

Each day

my world

I do enthrall

hide them

from evil eye

with the drape

of my shawl

a silver spectre

her name

i recall

To Love Moon


To Love Moon
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
photo courtesy http://tolovemoon.buzznet.com/user/profile/

to love a moon
i did try
till from the kitchen
i heard a child cry
i looked up at heavens
let out a sigh
why do i love mothers
love had no reply.

Roostered Rhymster

First

she gave me hemlock

a shell shock

made

my tongue talk

a soul from

my body

unlock

shia thug

no more

a stumbling

block of a

schlock

roostered

rhymster

saviour

of a

styrian

cock .

Bird variety
to mock

afshaan


afshaan
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
A rag head

to cover

my brains

before

they outspread

in a world where

hate is widespread

where man kills man

gods blood sheds

thorns

a post marital bed

a snake pit

waiting for me

when i am dead

worms

who will tear me

to shreds

a drop of a tear

from the eyes

of my spouse

afshaan

on my buried soul

from overhead

married to an

illusion

at the age of 14

instead

interwoven

to thesilence

of a thread

lyrical longings

wordless poems

unread

a body married

to a soul unwed

Shia Thug A Terrorist In Love

Dangerous

Demented

Designer dude

A bubbly boy

In a birthday suit



In her unloved heart

Of a blog goddess of repute

my love imbued

a terrorist

Shia Thug

On a digital disaster route

unfurling words

Poetry

in pursuit

Clinging to

her apron

like a parachute

bomb blasting

rationed internet hours

little kitty

as she mews

a terrorist attack

deaf dumb and mute

pouted silver

chromed lips


dreams of a duet.

a beggared

braggart


Peace

A sorrowful

song

on

an

Indian flute

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