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Fangs of Hate Cobra and the Mongoose

Fangs of Hate Cobra and the Mongoose
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy

There lived a hate filled cobra in the forests
Who would stealthily crawl
Who thought because he had poisonous fangs
he could kill any animal big or small
all the animals were fed up of him
as I recall
this king of the serpents wanted
to be a king of the entire forest
all around the animal kingdom
a deatly pall
till one day he met his match
a mongoose on close call
he tried to overpower
him with force he did maul
a fight to finish
all the spectators to enthrall
the end came fast and quick
the cobra in the last throes
at the feet of the mongoose sprawled

so the moral even the tiniest
opponent don’t underestimate
don’t go about throwing your weight
don’t blind yourself with so much hate
live and let live don’t tempt your fate
with your congenial surroundings
try to relate ..the laws of nature
don’t desecrate your downfall
round the co…


Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy

A tampon that got stuck
In a Racist Aussie ass bad luck
Travesty of anal penetration
The bleeding and the Fu**k
The guy doing it to the Racist Aussie
Could not find a condom
So he picked a sanitary towel
As protection he thought
Would work
When he pulled it out
His tumescent member
He realized what the F**k
Like lighting bolt that struck
The god dam tampon
he could not pluck
This guy a driver of a
Delivery truck
Conjoined twins
Both with surnames
Of Schmuck l
Living in a hick town
Tweed heads
That you cannot duck
3000 poems hearse driven
Pulled by a trailer truck

Wiladat e Imame Zamana

Wiladat e Imame Zamana
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 TOOTNA HAI GHUROOR ZULMAT KA

This was a greeting sent to me by my dear friend Jalal Kazim a Lucknow born working in China , his father is an eminent poet of Lucknow and Jalal is related to the indomitable Shia force the Lion of Nakhas Maulana Agha Roohi.

Name: MOHAMMAD(as)
Title: AL-MEHDI(as)
Kunyat: ABU QASSEM(as)
Born: On Friday, 15th of Shaban, 225 AH
in Samarra, northern Iraq
Father: The Eleventh Imam Hassan Al-Askari(as)
Mother: Nargis Khatoon
Date of Death: Unknow as he is still living and waiting God's Divine Order to make himself known to the world and fight injustice and instigate justice, law and order for all mankind!
Cause of Death: Killed by a dagger in his chest thrusted by an old Jewi…


Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 You give Allen too much credit, his wanker is pea sized, his brain is the size of a grain of sand lodged between his ears. Ted Sheridan

Thank you Ted Sheridan
Three cheers
An Aussie ass
With a bulls eye board
Aborigine spears
Multi racial hate
Laugh your guts out
Dooms day for
Poets turned racists
Racist spurned poets
Is near
Those who read
Allen James Saywell
Don’t read Shakespeare
Those who read
Ivan Donn Carsewell
Yes they read Britney Spears
Laughing gas and mildewed tears
Pompous piss assed
Internet wires
Connected to poetic posteriors
Tarred feathered steers
Like a car with square wheels
Automatic gears
No this variety
has a metro sexual hate for
women..bedraggled queers
one of them loves
Little Indian Boys
Bim Bombay blue eyed bare ass
He would love to chew
with buck teeth a death wish
of my rear
each time like
Little Red Riding Hood
I close my doors
Like a big bad wolf
With a hateful of comment
A banned blo…

Peacock Pompous Poets of Poemhunter

Peacock Pompous Poets of Poemhunter
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy

These are princely birds all in name
Feathers very bright
Ostentatious on earth
But not in flight
Yes these are pompous peacocks
Poet birds at Poem Hunter
Plucking each other
On this peace loving website
Hatred in their hearts
For crows sparrows and a stray kite
Had they human pea sized brains
They would say this is colored hate
Black and white
Yes you are right
Pompous piss ass poem hunter
Poet peacocks uptight
Migrant variety
That loves to spite
In the hallowed name of poetry
Darkness evil sighted no light
Racist is their genesis based ethos
poetic trash they write
diminishing readership in fright
a candle in the wind a flame
of racist hate ignite
an anthem of racism recite
in their bad times they forget
the Messiah their Savior
remember this poets
Black Jesus Christ
Originality they lack
A drought
A famine stricken blight

Rakhi ka tyohar

Rakhi ka tyohar
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo google images
Raksha Bandhan (the bond of protection in Hindi) or Rakhi (राखी in Devanāgarī) is a Hindu and Sikh festival, which celebrates the relationship between brothers and sisters. It is celebrated on the full moon of the month of Shraavana.

The festival is marked by the tying of a rakhi, or holy thread by the sister on the wrist of her brother. The brother in return offers a gift to his sister and vows to look after her. The brother and sister traditionally feed each other sweets. It is not necessary that the rakhi can be given only to a brother by birth; any male can be "adopted" as a brother by tying a rakhi on the person, that is "blood brothers and sisters", whether they are cousins or a good friend. Indian history is replete with women asking for protection, through rakhi, from men who were neither their brothers, nor Hindus themselves. Rani Karnavati of Chittor sent a rakhi to the Mughal…

Vulture The King of Birds

Vulture The King of Birds
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy Dr Glenn Losack MD

Vulture Rescue is collaboration between a large number of regional and international conservation organizations, working together to help solve the vulture conservation crisis. Vulture Rescue's mission is to "Respond to the vulture crisis in Asia by striving to halt vulture population declines and working to minimize their negative impacts on ecological and human health"

Plumage wings of angels
Flight and grace
The king of birds
The vulture
Like the Parsis
A dying race
The towers of silence
Tears mournfully fall
Dreams we chase
Dreams stolen
Pilfered lost in transit
Never reach base
Generations of pain
That through hope we replace
Our footsteps on the sands of time
With our hate deface
Warring with each other
As we fight for space

Touch and Heal

Touch and Heal
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 This was in Lucknow 9th Moharam,I had plunged the sword blade into my forehead , the bleeding did not stop due to severe diabetic condition...

we bleed they the proclaimers of the true faith hate our attitude
they call this heresy so the shia -sunni ideology feud
but is it necessary to kill each other an Islamic thought
within which a sectarian hate imbued
muslims love killing muslims
the word of allah erode and denude
why i ask you
one allah
one rasool
one koran
one kalma
shias sunnis
yet this negative attitude
propagated more effectively
by rogue Mullahs very shrewd
not just shias and sunnis evil
the heart of our Faith obtrude
we are here for a short stay
we the inherotors of a great religion
scriptures yet our ugliness bare and nude
killing using suicide bombers, kidnapping
decapitating like cowards in womens hijab
a thought that is unislamic and crude
this is not Islam
why are we not subdued
like humans instead of terrorists

Evil Saint of Hate

Evil Saint of Hate
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 You are a bully
You always were
Even in school
Hitting kids
smaller than you
oh how you loved to spar
but when you
met your match
you slinked away
like a coward that you are
a poetically pockmarked scar
your truant behaviour
very bizarre
you and your kind
from all social
networking sites debar

you should give up
wearing trouser and shirt
switch to wearing a
braless blouse
a hoopla skirt
its time you
really hit the dirt
defecating watery loose
motion like comments
as you squirt
oh yes how it does hurt
all your bottled up racist hate
on my poems splurt
you pedestrian pervert
yes its time to a safer religion
like Buddhism convert
a file even God
does not want to revert
even the Interpol is on alert
with old hags as you flirt
your authority as a pompous
piss ass poet reassert
you are a racist a hundred times
I reiterate whatever pressure you exert
I your devils advocate
Before you are canonized
as evil saint of hate
At poem hunt…


Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. . . . Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

Zora Neale Hurston (1901?-1960)
"How It Feels to Be Colored Me" (1928)

Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.

Martin Luther King (1929-1968)
Strength to Love, 1963
My father was a slave and my people died to build this country, and I'm going to stay right here and have a part of it, just like you. And no fascist-minded people like you will drive me from it. Is that clear?

Paul Robeson (1898-1976)
testimony before the House Un-American Activities Committee, June 12, 1956

I felt that one had better die fighting against injustic…


Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 comments by Allan James Saywell

plastered on my posterior at poemhunter he is a BANNED member on my Friends list.. & Time: 8/27/2007 9: 06: 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


Poem: 8050163 - RACIST HELL AHEAD! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Member: allan james Saywell

Comment: your so full of yourself, so full of hate
Pity your little children
so full of sickness
with your bloody photographic faces
trying to shock with your Artless ART
You pathetic little creature
your a poetic failure
So you try to defame me
With your racist propoganda
But the real Indian, the genuine believer
they know a fraud when they see one
you insignificent little tiny artless wonder
why dont you go to Bim Bombay
there you will find, the barefoot kind
And we will rejoice
For you…