'Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God. Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are ye, when men shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad, for great is your reward in heaven; for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.'
SALT AND LIGHT, 5:13-16
"Ye are the salt of the earth; but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? It is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick, and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let you light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven."
The Head Priest Caiphas lives he never died.. Pontius Pilate lives he too never died just look around among disinterested silent spectators as a man a woman and as a quintessential eunuch he will be found
In a rush in an oxymoron haste home bound…
Not man not god but at gologotha..the holy spirit got drowned..
If only Christ was a colored man…
the colored man the multi colored man they would not smash and pound…
The whites would not hound..
Blind Black Faith ..no more in a slaves leather bound
inspired by ted sheridan.. poet laureate poem hunter
Monday, August 27, 2007
A Monkeys Tale
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental…
Date & Time: 8/22/2007 7:52:00 AM Remove this comment
Poem: 8003197 - Little Indian Boy
Member: allan james Saywell
Comment: man you are one ugly dude in my country we would take you out the back and put you out of your misery, are you a red indian
AJS
Why I am an Asshole Jackass
Shithead and a Racist he said
When I was a little laddie
I was gang raped by
Aborigines he said
Me and my sweet bread
I remember that awful night
The pain the agony and the dread
Oh yes like a tap left open
I bled
This incident unfortunately
Became a bedrock of my hate
As I grew up he said
I hate all colored men
Fictitious white men
With chequered scarves on their head
We are blue blood native
Australian well bred
Warm greetings of
our multi colored hate
Widespread
Later as I grew up
I became a poet a hunter
Well read
Till I saw this
Brown Rhesus Monkey
Trying to write poems
Shitting his thoughts
On poetical branches
I saw red
I went after his colored ass
My mouse mightier than Attila’s Sword
Burning lead
But this wily monkey
Master of tricks
Bombay Bim Boomer
He, his accursed heretic mind
Was in the Race ahead
Black Spy V/S White Spy
His bleeding head that he cuts
But Mate I can’t behead
Saying this on seeing me
Like a braying Ass..Well
into the Bushes he sped
Date & Time: 8/22/2007 7:52:00 AM Remove this comment
Poem: 8003197 - Little Indian Boy
Member: allan james Saywell
Comment: man you are one ugly dude in my country we would take you out the back and put you out of your misery, are you a red indian
AJS
Why I am an Asshole Jackass
Shithead and a Racist he said
When I was a little laddie
I was gang raped by
Aborigines he said
Me and my sweet bread
I remember that awful night
The pain the agony and the dread
Oh yes like a tap left open
I bled
This incident unfortunately
Became a bedrock of my hate
As I grew up he said
I hate all colored men
Fictitious white men
With chequered scarves on their head
We are blue blood native
Australian well bred
Warm greetings of
our multi colored hate
Widespread
Later as I grew up
I became a poet a hunter
Well read
Till I saw this
Brown Rhesus Monkey
Trying to write poems
Shitting his thoughts
On poetical branches
I saw red
I went after his colored ass
My mouse mightier than Attila’s Sword
Burning lead
But this wily monkey
Master of tricks
Bombay Bim Boomer
He, his accursed heretic mind
Was in the Race ahead
Black Spy V/S White Spy
His bleeding head that he cuts
But Mate I can’t behead
Saying this on seeing me
Like a braying Ass..Well
into the Bushes he sped
TO WHOMSOEVER CONCERNED
The world is full of darkness so we must shine
You in your corner I in mine..read on
You pen pusher’s mouse clicker
More accomplished poets than me
You write what you write
A freedom of expression
Yours trade marked
Poetically
I have nothing against you
Never did personally
But if you hit me below
The belt than I will
Hit back more forcefully
Words I can conjure
As a street fighter whether
You fight me one by one
Or you fight me collectively
I write to satisfy my pictorial soul
To satisfy my thirst of poetry
Whether you read me part
Whether you read me whole
Or even if you don’t read me !!
Scoundrels hooligan’s vigilantes
Will get a special treatment
If they try fucking around with me
So let peace prevail at Poem hunter
Write poetry quietly don’t
Mess the pond throwing stones
To scare colored fishes violently
Piranhas are very small when
Provoked don’t take it too kindly
Eating away at your dehumanized flesh
Devouring the soul of your devilry
The end of you as a poet
And your multi racial poetry
Thank you Eagle Hawk Ted Sheridan Trade Martin
If Howlin was around all this perhaps would have never happened..
My fight with AJS JF IDC FB continues
I also ignore earlier words of Ms Marci Maid..
You in your corner I in mine..read on
You pen pusher’s mouse clicker
More accomplished poets than me
You write what you write
A freedom of expression
Yours trade marked
Poetically
I have nothing against you
Never did personally
But if you hit me below
The belt than I will
Hit back more forcefully
Words I can conjure
As a street fighter whether
You fight me one by one
Or you fight me collectively
I write to satisfy my pictorial soul
To satisfy my thirst of poetry
Whether you read me part
Whether you read me whole
Or even if you don’t read me !!
Scoundrels hooligan’s vigilantes
Will get a special treatment
If they try fucking around with me
So let peace prevail at Poem hunter
Write poetry quietly don’t
Mess the pond throwing stones
To scare colored fishes violently
Piranhas are very small when
Provoked don’t take it too kindly
Eating away at your dehumanized flesh
Devouring the soul of your devilry
The end of you as a poet
And your multi racial poetry
Thank you Eagle Hawk Ted Sheridan Trade Martin
If Howlin was around all this perhaps would have never happened..
My fight with AJS JF IDC FB continues
I also ignore earlier words of Ms Marci Maid..
Life is a bed of Nails
photo courtesy google images
a message from a poemhunter poet
Hi Firoz,
I wrote earlier and was wondering why it bounced back. I realised that I had written 10 instead of 01.
Sorry to hear about the "hate mail". It is unfortunate but try not to get too upset about it. If you are convinced about what you say and your reasons for why you say those things, to hell with anyone.
I too have seen some things happening on this site which I don't subscribe to. I read a poem of yours on the poets of poemhunter. There was a lot of truth in it. People compliment to be complimented in return - the" you scratch my back and I scratch your back" or "quid quo pro" trend. People write just so that they will be favourably commented on. This is very undermining for creativity and leads to commercialism - this is the graveyard of creativity. Why cant we just write what we feel and pay a compliment wherever it is due.
Anyway, I suppose that's how things are and we cannot change them. We have to just keep writing and being true to ourselves.
I look forward to your response.
Take care ... L
Life is not a bed of roses
Life a bed of nails
Criminals move about freely
Celebrity cult figures
Sanjay Dutt Salman in jails
Hyderabad bomb blasts
The dead the living the wails
The system that robs the
Dignity of living
The system that sucks the blood
Of the underprivileged
Liberty Equality Justice derails
God up in the Heavens raises his Hands
Even Godliness in the Garden of God fails
Man searching for the Holy Grail
Selfishness self centeredness
Terrorism, Yazidiyat Misguided Martyrdom
Built on such fairy tales
Choked gutters running blood
Bodies dismembered limbs
Scattered on hills and dales
Lady Justice blindfolded
Bleeding as a cruel Man
Monstrous Mankind
Tilt the scales
a message from a poemhunter poet
Hi Firoz,
I wrote earlier and was wondering why it bounced back. I realised that I had written 10 instead of 01.
Sorry to hear about the "hate mail". It is unfortunate but try not to get too upset about it. If you are convinced about what you say and your reasons for why you say those things, to hell with anyone.
I too have seen some things happening on this site which I don't subscribe to. I read a poem of yours on the poets of poemhunter. There was a lot of truth in it. People compliment to be complimented in return - the" you scratch my back and I scratch your back" or "quid quo pro" trend. People write just so that they will be favourably commented on. This is very undermining for creativity and leads to commercialism - this is the graveyard of creativity. Why cant we just write what we feel and pay a compliment wherever it is due.
Anyway, I suppose that's how things are and we cannot change them. We have to just keep writing and being true to ourselves.
I look forward to your response.
Take care ... L
Life is not a bed of roses
Life a bed of nails
Criminals move about freely
Celebrity cult figures
Sanjay Dutt Salman in jails
Hyderabad bomb blasts
The dead the living the wails
The system that robs the
Dignity of living
The system that sucks the blood
Of the underprivileged
Liberty Equality Justice derails
God up in the Heavens raises his Hands
Even Godliness in the Garden of God fails
Man searching for the Holy Grail
Selfishness self centeredness
Terrorism, Yazidiyat Misguided Martyrdom
Built on such fairy tales
Choked gutters running blood
Bodies dismembered limbs
Scattered on hills and dales
Lady Justice blindfolded
Bleeding as a cruel Man
Monstrous Mankind
Tilt the scales
Asshole Jackass Shithead Pinhole
photo courtesy google images
Do me a favor
Don’t read my poetry
Take a stroll
But please don’t
give me your hate as comments
In a beggars bowl
Asshole
Jackass
Shithead
Pinhole
Some poets are sensitive
Some are human unlike you
Have a soul
Now as per primal therapy
I suggested you are
Often out of control
I block you
But you are still on patrol
You must in an intensive
Psychiatric ward enroll
The ignominy
Of your evil mind
In a button hole
Shooting your mouth
Stop this goal
Or drown yourself in a toilet bowl
Little Indian boys or Nicole
Toss a coin to console
Staywell of my site you
Squinted mole
Do me a favor
Don’t read my poetry
Take a stroll
But please don’t
give me your hate as comments
In a beggars bowl
Asshole
Jackass
Shithead
Pinhole
Some poets are sensitive
Some are human unlike you
Have a soul
Now as per primal therapy
I suggested you are
Often out of control
I block you
But you are still on patrol
You must in an intensive
Psychiatric ward enroll
The ignominy
Of your evil mind
In a button hole
Shooting your mouth
Stop this goal
Or drown yourself in a toilet bowl
Little Indian boys or Nicole
Toss a coin to console
Staywell of my site you
Squinted mole
Beggar Beggar Burning Bright
photo courtesy Dr Glenn Losack MD
Beggar , beggar burning bright
Walking at the Gateway Of India
Empty stomach and no bite
just a cane red and white
Broken Wings Broken Steps
Broken Windows and No Light
You don’t see Hate with which they spite
Or Anger with which they fright
Fists of fury smashed faces as they fight
Several wrongs don’t make a right
Sightless sightseeing all so quiet
A Blind god who made this world
A fire he did ignite
human follies to excite
A fools paradise a fancy flight
The rich the poor the down trodden
Distant dreams though telescopic sight
due aplologies to william blake
Beggar , beggar burning bright
Walking at the Gateway Of India
Empty stomach and no bite
just a cane red and white
Broken Wings Broken Steps
Broken Windows and No Light
You don’t see Hate with which they spite
Or Anger with which they fright
Fists of fury smashed faces as they fight
Several wrongs don’t make a right
Sightless sightseeing all so quiet
A Blind god who made this world
A fire he did ignite
human follies to excite
A fools paradise a fancy flight
The rich the poor the down trodden
Distant dreams though telescopic sight
due aplologies to william blake
Hate
Photo courtesy
www.sfsu.edu/~ohr/noindex/images/no_hate.jpg
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is a part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us. ~ Herman Hesse
Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true. Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice. Justice at its best is love correcting everything that stands against love. ~Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction....The chain reaction of evil -- hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars -- must be broken, or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation. ~Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)
Hate is a cancer that spreads one cell at a time. ~Dave Pelzer, Author
pea headed peacocked poets of poem hunter
some of whom I write
with whom I have a fight
yes it was they who provoked me
alright I write about them
here and on my other web sites
peacock plumage spring dance
dirty clawed feet to slight
pea headed poets that chide
taking their readers for a ride
a split of hate opened wide
their world nefarious
the other side of midnight
lead kindly light
this war is of human dignity
not just black and white
right against their might
so the rest of you
silent spectators
you need not get uptight
I do not fear even fear
My face bleeds
A thumbnail of a sight
Stop writing poetry
Go fly a kite
Jump from the
Empire state building
On wings of angels
In flight
Children of a lesser God
You don’t need to incite
Maybe tomorrow not to tonight
www.sfsu.edu/~ohr/noindex/images/no_hate.jpg
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is a part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us. ~ Herman Hesse
Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true. Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice. Justice at its best is love correcting everything that stands against love. ~Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction....The chain reaction of evil -- hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars -- must be broken, or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation. ~Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)
Hate is a cancer that spreads one cell at a time. ~Dave Pelzer, Author
pea headed peacocked poets of poem hunter
some of whom I write
with whom I have a fight
yes it was they who provoked me
alright I write about them
here and on my other web sites
peacock plumage spring dance
dirty clawed feet to slight
pea headed poets that chide
taking their readers for a ride
a split of hate opened wide
their world nefarious
the other side of midnight
lead kindly light
this war is of human dignity
not just black and white
right against their might
so the rest of you
silent spectators
you need not get uptight
I do not fear even fear
My face bleeds
A thumbnail of a sight
Stop writing poetry
Go fly a kite
Jump from the
Empire state building
On wings of angels
In flight
Children of a lesser God
You don’t need to incite
Maybe tomorrow not to tonight
X Factor Racialism in Poetry
photo courtesy google images
I detest racialism, because I regard it as a barbaric thing, whether it comes from a black man or a white man.
Nelson Mandela
"Truth is on the side of the oppressed."
"I am not a racist.... In the past I permitted myself to be used...to make sweeping indictments of all white people, the entire white race and these generalizations have caused injuries to some whites who perhaps did not deserve to be hurt. Because of the spiritual enlightenment which I was blessed to receive as a result of my recent pilgrimage to the Holy city of Mecca, I no longer subscribe to sweeping indictments of any one race. I am now striving to live the life of a true...Muslim. I must repeat that I am not a racist nor do I subscribe to the tenants of racism. I can state in all sincerity that I wish nothing but freedom, justice and equality, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for all people."
"I am and always will be a Muslim. My religion is Islam."
Malcolm X
in the forum
where you rule
you rape me
your prerogative
your privilige
your prejudice
i agree
but your multi colored hate
as a poem at poem hunter
for those who want to read me
i also plaster it as photoblog
at flickr 2 places on bloggerspot
wordpress and ipernity
as a tag delicious
australian racist poet
american american poet
a few more words
on technorati
so that you will live beyond posterity
as beneath the layers of your love poem s
fun poems lives racialism in poetry
you hate the color of a mans skin
when you judge his poetry
who gave you the right
to belittle a mans dignity
you gave me a path though my poems
to write better poetry
thank you all you skin head poets
from asshole to eternity
no body parts no F words
censorship rules sets
my poetic soul free
poem hunter thank you please
this second coming
living on the margins in degrees
getting rid of a disease
a push a shove and a squeeze
I with joined hands
wish you love and peace
x factor of a release
I detest racialism, because I regard it as a barbaric thing, whether it comes from a black man or a white man.
Nelson Mandela
"Truth is on the side of the oppressed."
"I am not a racist.... In the past I permitted myself to be used...to make sweeping indictments of all white people, the entire white race and these generalizations have caused injuries to some whites who perhaps did not deserve to be hurt. Because of the spiritual enlightenment which I was blessed to receive as a result of my recent pilgrimage to the Holy city of Mecca, I no longer subscribe to sweeping indictments of any one race. I am now striving to live the life of a true...Muslim. I must repeat that I am not a racist nor do I subscribe to the tenants of racism. I can state in all sincerity that I wish nothing but freedom, justice and equality, life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness for all people."
"I am and always will be a Muslim. My religion is Islam."
Malcolm X
in the forum
where you rule
you rape me
your prerogative
your privilige
your prejudice
i agree
but your multi colored hate
as a poem at poem hunter
for those who want to read me
i also plaster it as photoblog
at flickr 2 places on bloggerspot
wordpress and ipernity
as a tag delicious
australian racist poet
american american poet
a few more words
on technorati
so that you will live beyond posterity
as beneath the layers of your love poem s
fun poems lives racialism in poetry
you hate the color of a mans skin
when you judge his poetry
who gave you the right
to belittle a mans dignity
you gave me a path though my poems
to write better poetry
thank you all you skin head poets
from asshole to eternity
no body parts no F words
censorship rules sets
my poetic soul free
poem hunter thank you please
this second coming
living on the margins in degrees
getting rid of a disease
a push a shove and a squeeze
I with joined hands
wish you love and peace
x factor of a release
Blind Faith
The very ink with which all history is written is merely fluid prejudice. Mark Twain
We all decry prejudice, yet are all prejudiced. Herbert Spencer
Prejudice, not being founded on reason, cannot be removed by argument. Samuel Johnson
To be Negro in America is to hope against hope. Martin Luther King, Jr.
At the heart of racism is the religious assertion that God made a creative mistake when He brought some people into being. Friedrich Otto Hertz
Accomplishments have no color. Leontyne Price
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Mahatma Gandhi
Violence will only increase the cycle of violence. The Dalai Lama
You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist. Indira Gandhi
I do not want my house to be walled in on all sides and my windows to be stuffed. I want the cultures of all the lands to be blown about my house as freely as possible. But I refuse to be blown off my feet by any.
“I like your Christ; I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”
Mahatma Gandhi
On a slow fire sit five cauldrons
Of steaming hate within
Overcooked entrails
Body parts of colored poets
Beefed in wails horny scales
Each cauldron its owners
Initials details
AJS, JF, TM,IDC, FB
Multicolored hate as a poem entails
White Tie and Tails
Blue blood pedigreed
White Colored Males
Lashing sepia toned
Dusky posteriors with
Cat o nine tales
Following the shadows of the skies
Waiting for the ships to sail
Eric Clapton Blind Faith
Seamlessly silent music prevails
An India Rope Trick man
Sleeping solicitude of a bed of nails
Writes poems sucked system derails
Assholes as poetic spam in emails
Multi colored men imprisoned
In the minds of white mans jails
Ps I give back to you what you gave to me in kind..this is what I mean faith is blind..
hate for the underpriviliged the ethnic the multi colored mankind..yes once again a poem unwinds.. from the face of a tatooed behind...
We all decry prejudice, yet are all prejudiced. Herbert Spencer
Prejudice, not being founded on reason, cannot be removed by argument. Samuel Johnson
To be Negro in America is to hope against hope. Martin Luther King, Jr.
At the heart of racism is the religious assertion that God made a creative mistake when He brought some people into being. Friedrich Otto Hertz
Accomplishments have no color. Leontyne Price
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Mahatma Gandhi
Violence will only increase the cycle of violence. The Dalai Lama
You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist. Indira Gandhi
I do not want my house to be walled in on all sides and my windows to be stuffed. I want the cultures of all the lands to be blown about my house as freely as possible. But I refuse to be blown off my feet by any.
“I like your Christ; I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”
Mahatma Gandhi
On a slow fire sit five cauldrons
Of steaming hate within
Overcooked entrails
Body parts of colored poets
Beefed in wails horny scales
Each cauldron its owners
Initials details
AJS, JF, TM,IDC, FB
Multicolored hate as a poem entails
White Tie and Tails
Blue blood pedigreed
White Colored Males
Lashing sepia toned
Dusky posteriors with
Cat o nine tales
Following the shadows of the skies
Waiting for the ships to sail
Eric Clapton Blind Faith
Seamlessly silent music prevails
An India Rope Trick man
Sleeping solicitude of a bed of nails
Writes poems sucked system derails
Assholes as poetic spam in emails
Multi colored men imprisoned
In the minds of white mans jails
Ps I give back to you what you gave to me in kind..this is what I mean faith is blind..
hate for the underpriviliged the ethnic the multi colored mankind..yes once again a poem unwinds.. from the face of a tatooed behind...
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