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Blind Black Faith Black Christ

Blind Black Faith Black Christ
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 '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.'

"Ye are the salt of the earth; but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? It is th…

A Monkeys Tale

A Monkeys Tale
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 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


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 …


Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 The world is full of darkness so we must shine
You in your corner I in on

You pen pusher’s mouse clicker
More accomplished poets than me
You write what you write
A freedom of expression
Yours trade marked
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 so…

Life is a bed of Nails

Life is a bed of Nails
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 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 …

Asshole Jackass Shithead Pinhole

Asshole Jackass Shithead Pinhole
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 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
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

Beggar Beggar Burning Bright
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 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


Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Photo courtesy

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 -- h…

X Factor Racialism in Poetry

X Factor Racialism in Poetry
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 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 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.…

Blind Faith

Blind Faith
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 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. Y…