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Hate filled Kettle calling the pot black

Hate filled Kettle calling the pot black
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 You have a new comment about your poem: Hey Moron AJS Allan James Shithead

Is that moron or mormon you must get yourself some anger management pills
you are losing it not good poetry rub yourself with some deep heat but be careful getting it on your fingers, we know what you do when the lights go out in the infirmary

Warm regards AJS

kettle calling the pot black
Neo Nazism in poetry on track

duck faced dick head
quack quack quack
banned member on my poems list
why do you keep coming back
anger management pills I will take
provided primal therapy
you begin pronto
throw out you key board mouse
your hate filled Mac
I masturbate unlike you
In the infirmary
With poems that your
Ass crack
What you need brother
Is a jolly good whack
You a miserable needle
Lost in a haystack
How it hurts
This Indian asymmetrical attack
You bigoted multi racial man
Who loves all colors but hate
Brown …

Cute Ass Poofter in the Mist ..Blue Blood

Cute Ass Poofter in the Mist ..Blue Blood
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy google images..

Allen James Saywell
This member is in your BANNED MEMBERS list.

A rabid dog bitten infected poet
Bored shitless
Down under defoliated dung hill
A true blue dinki di ridgy didge
Native Australian
Hydrophobic at Mumbai airport
Had his ass frisked
Smelling of amber colored
Foster beers
Totally Totally Pissed
Ava go yer mug
Colors of multi racial hate don’t mix
He loves little bitser Indian boys
Poofter in the Mist
He hates Aussie dinkum chicks
Prostate prone testicles
An ass
the kind custom
officer dressed like me
tried to assist he said
chin wag
this is a story with a twist
quarantine put him on sick list
quick get cute ass fixed
call for Dr Haneef
a surgery to remove
crown jewels
hate filed sac and cyst
This honorable
warm greetings
Native of Australia
Breaking through
With more sultry colored Hate
To shit comments

Hey Moron AJS Allan James Shithead

Hey Moron AJS Allan James Shithead
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Inspite of blocking Allan James Saywell from commenting on my poems, this Australian Racist poet manages to make a mockery of the administration of Poemhuter , and comes back like a virulent poison to attack me which is nothing but hate for me and my person.. this is an insult to me as a my poetry.
I have no need to write all this but people like AJS need mental medical treatment and care , immediate institutionalization...for the safety of society and a secular poetry world at large.

You have a new comment about your poem: Man O Man The Weeping Weed by Allan James Saywell



I don’t know about the man in the photograph
Being hemorrhoid
But you need to go to a shrink
You turning eunuch
At Poem Hunter
Writing drivel
Your mind going crazy
You Australian scumbag
Scurrilous spherozoid
Testicular tragedy

The House Majlis

The House Majlis
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The single most important aspect of Moharam besides Ashura Chehlum or Athvi, is the annual house Majlis , held by thr Shia families, in memory of the Martyrdom of Imam Hussain. This can be held at home or in an Imambada or the local Shia Masjid.
As my wife Afshaan hails from an old Lucknowi family most of the aspects of Moharam ritual, are followed to the T.
Ghame Hussain is No1 priority .
Nothing comes before or after. The buck stops here.
The kids, my daughter are all in the throes of this funereal atmosphere, my house turns into a citadel of a Shia ethos.
My house is a facsimile of Lucknow, same ancestral values and traditions all imported by my wife who came here at a very young raw age to be married to me a man with an overtly colored past , innumerable skeletons of dissatisfied dehumidified emotional disaster hanging in the closet as tarnished memories of foreclosed romance.
All this changed or maybe not..
Prior to marriage…

Man O Man The Weeping Weed

Man O Man The Weeping Weed
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Photo courtesy
© Glenn M. Losack

I am memerised by
doctor glenn losack 's
diagnosis of a world going to seed
pictorial thoughts as images
that make your heart bleed..
man rotten hopes the wanting seed
hate more hate racism violence to breed
racial discrimination of caste color and creed
born in captivity man
empty slugs as words
no action no deed
man ancestral greed
money more money
a thought hybrid
Man Good Luck
God Speed
Man born of a woman
breaking free of a woman indeed
man destroys woman womanhood
the unborn child wont pay heed
Man O Man
The Weeping Weed

Loaves and Fishes and Man and God

Loaves and Fishes and Man and God
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy google images

trying to connect with god..
man and machine
man through machinations
could afford
being jesus
fishes and loaves
or attila the hun
with a sword
a bush with presidential
of a dehumanized façade
imperialist hegemony
sovereignty of a nation
steal fuel
faith hope justice
faces the firing squad
terrorists relgionists and political
spare the child and spoil the rod
god made man
man destroyed god
man destroyed the womb
where born as a child
he became god
knightly pretensions
of a man and lord
man killing man
racism hatredness
the rise of man
the fall of god
a god in Jerusalem
a god in the White House
a god silent in Riyadh
muslims killing muslims
while the somnolent
Islamic world
gives a nod

dedicated to a brave heart called Da Vinca

The Half Man at Haji Ali

The Half Man at Haji Ali
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Photo courtesy
© Glenn M. Losack

man is he with genitals
manhood testicular fortitude
has the world in his hands
man coward and superman
a biological man
neither woman nor man
a travesty of birth
with the trappings of a woman such man
as they call a hijda man
hearmophrodite man
than you have the alpha man
the metrosexual man
but this man at haji ali with half a torso
shot by glenn losack an american
photo taking man
shows a creative god mocking man
when he decided enough is enough
man or no man
he created just a torso
calling it the half man
puppets of a lesser god
god in the image of man
man god as god man
the rise and the fall of man

Big Brother Goody Goody Feeling

Big Brother Goody Goody Feeling
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 never underestimate your opponent
a thought for the day ..he may not be
as brilliant a poet as you are today
don’t provoke , belittle him as your
feet inspite of your gilded hate thoughts
are made of clay ..
you thought you could beat him black and blue
and easily get away
we both tenants here
forever we both cant stay..
sunburnt cream on my bleeding face
well ps carter you did laugh that day
now Google Search Australian racist poet
you will find hate crimes do not pay
..through a maze of misery
farkme your partner from bombay
multi colored word play
I don’t intend to forget you anyway
big bully big brother jade goody goody
you thought
your multi colored victim you could slay
I am no shilpa shetty who will cry away
you and your coterie of hooligans their
hatred on display …if not today perhaps
tomorrow you and your kind will
soon pass away ..unremembered
on your unmarked graves just thorns
from a recycled bouqu…

The Crow that Shat on my head

The Crow that Shat on my head
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 This

the Crow that shat on my head


gravitational gyrations of a love that fled

dying Crow stoned and dead

by a goddess he was once fed

the shit as blessing on my head

she and me and a silken thread

she reads .. her heart unread

will search for my epitaph

on my grave instead

when 6 feet down

i am buried alive

and dead

me worms

and post

coital bed

a pact renew

a pact renew
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy

i prefer any thing

that is you..

each day

you look new..


wanting to date you

in queue..

thank you

me much

said unsaid

is untrue


as thoughts

of her


love is a disillusion

like vomit i do spew.,.

her brains only the

brainless can chew

a woman into

a child out grew

thoughts i see

through and through

i pursue

her ethereal form

my soul bids

her soul adieu


spirit a pact





as wisdom

in an

indian brew

mind above

matter imbue


like smoke

that overflew

a pregnant

pause make

effect and cause

in this poem


Death is Camera Shy

Death is Camera Shy
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Today 25th of July

Death is camera shy

does not like to be


or show its human cry

wants to be

elusive reclusive

in its final good bye


would turn its

truth into a naked lie

punctured pancreas

stolen heart

gouged eyes

snatched kidneys

any thing

you can buy

from the ward boy

on the sly..

the price

is not to high

at times I think

even death is too

ashamed to die

a god

with sleepy eyes

deaf ears

to sounds

of human cries.

Chaos reflected

From Mother Earth

To our

Father in the skies.

The Power of Love poem by waza

The Power of Love poem by waza
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 parents graves mohomed shakir and shamim shakir ar rehamatbad shia cemetry

wretched and ravaged behind the walls
todays' humanity and it's pitfalls
underneath fierce emotions, hell's gateway
the blood, drop for drop
my hearts' tears staccato, beat matching beat
and my soul falls to her knees
a moments' defeat...

steel don't shudder, I hear a close distant whisper
there are ways and means of coping and defense
the lost innocence, a tear worth crying
let it's splash gently fall on tender hearts
they are worth saving

innocence virginity, the last hymen broken
turn the fucking back into loving
coal hearts soon quit beating
escoriated vault walls bearing scars
slip slide, but after all the essence
the reason for being
is to nuture the genesis, hope against hope
neucleant bursting, evolution microcosmic generation... don't underestimate..

the Power Of Love

Well this Waza , the hard hitting Waza, and we …

A Temple of Hope and a Dead poet

A Temple of Hope and a Dead poet
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I was coming from Juhu and shot a set of pictures on flash,but it got badly messed , this one picture was the saving grace, but I went again this morning and shot a few more, as this temple excites me, the numerous bells, each has a story of an accomplished wish, and here I could feel the stirrings of a story, a wretched poet, comes to a temple and , while his head is in devotion to Lord Hanuman, and he is fervently praying , for his poems to be published , he has the entire lot in his satchel, in his utter haste and confusion , he forgets the satchel at the temple.

He rushes home and , realises his folly , he immediately takes the train back to the temple, as was his bad luck , while crossing the railway tracks ,his foot slips and he is crushed to death, no next of kin, an accidental death, a mere number... soon forgotten like all other deaths that takes place on railway tracks.

In the meantime the satchel i…

Eternal Pain

Eternal Pain
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 picture shot by afshaan firoze shakir


Eternal Pain

captured by my wife

Afshaan picto-reality

of her boatswain

a heart

that has no

bearings on brain

a marriage of


was it

all in vain

bound by a single


she loves me

i imagine

i dream

i love

the wife

of another


karmic chain

dharma drain


we remain









to the other


an eternal pain




on a window pane

medicine wheel

with a broken


a life time


in a single grain

a heart blasted

on a moving train

dedicated to a brainless art of a poet

History wont forgive you Bush and Blair

History wont forgive you Bush and Blair
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 google images

photo courtesy

Bush and Blair

A unique pair

Enjoined brothers


Weapons of mass


Of a New Warfare

Steal and Share

Divide and Tear

Human values


of a country

a fuck they care

Israel drops


governmental terrorism

death from air

war declare

Lebanese look up

In despair

to the heavens

in prayer

God don’t care

Fuck unfair




nelsons eye

to this affair

just watch and stare

broken limbs

swollen souls

wounds that

will out wear

fuck don’t care

man a machine

will self repair

a medalled general


of a terrorist lair

all the clues

in an Indian snare

lashkare e tauba

fuck who cares

Bush and Blair

two sides

of an evil coin

fuck who cares

next election

empty hopes

empty stares


wont forgive you

Bush and Blair


among your wares

dedicated to a fallen man in the eyes of God


Presidential Neck Rub

Presidential Neck Rub
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 my old poems
photo courtesy

At the G8 Political Masseur club

In St Petersburg

Angela Merckel a flowering shrub

Gave the world a hands raised snub

That no Isreaeli bombing can drub

A Hezbollah like feely touchy neck rub

From the Prez of America a single spoke

As a prominent Nub

To all the Wars Of the World

That have him as a hub.

Man superman and cub

Ya Rub (god)

My poem dedicated as a rubbed in political thought