Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Power of the Photo Blog

I got a message from an eminent Poem hunter poet known for his traditional human values fair play and sense of human justice. An officer and a gentleman.
He has requested me to stop writing anymore on AJS and he assures me that he and the erstwhile forum members will keep AJS under check and control.
I publically give a solemn promise with respect to all , that I shall abide provided my privacy as a colored man and as an Indian is not encroached.
I will go on writing and posting my older poems.
You want to comment go ahead ..just be polite before you take my ass.. I have teeth in my rectum too.


You all out there write excellent poetry
Read by others as textual poetry
As you set your imagination free
Touching others you don’t see
I am a photo blogger unlike you
I blog photo poetry
My pictures are read without words
As picture poetry
A hyper link words and visual
That is my API key
At Flickr at Word Press
At Boggerspot and at Ipernity
My Homsesite Photographerno1
Where I dont post presently
5.80 lacs hits in two years
Is my head bowed humility

Truth I write
Truth I shoot
The power of the photo blog
Think twice before you
Write a comment to my poem
And call me a golliwog
I will shame you
All over the cyberspace
Through my powerful poetry blog
No hate no vehemence sans emotions
Like a doctor with a scalpel on your
Body and soul your racist epitaph
I shall inscribe
for treating an Indian as a dog
or calling me a pig or hog
so beware lest your memory jog
behind the silhouette of a poet blogger
lies the venom of a poisonous frog..

Gods Gift to Poetry

you are the lyrics in soundless song..
you are the depth of a poetic ocean..
i but took a sip and discovered poetry
all those thirsty throats who drink from here
discover each another thereby discover
the true meaning of your poetry
yoonus peerbocus may you live long
gods gift to poetry

AJS Shooting Bim Bombay Boys

photo courtesy
google images..

There are big game hunters over the worlds that go to shoot wild animals in Africa; such is blood sport, an ultimate high.
Now there is another variety of hunters, who also hunt, but not wild animals, they are the poet hunters , the racist Australian poet hunters there sport is shooting little Indian boys , the founder of this bloody sport fondly called Massah AJS , calls this sport unsportingly Bim Bombay Boy .
So he charters a Quantas flight from Tweed head to Mumbai.
The Mumbai variety has the right flavor, curried spicy lickaciously loquacious..
Now AJS gets of at Sahar Airport, takes a Cool Cab, telling the driver a handsome lad,earrings, turban on his head that nostalgically looks like a bleeding tampon, he tells him that he wants to shoot Bim Bmbay Boy.
Now the driver is none but the elusive B Cube.short for Bim Bombay Boy
He smiles unctuously and drops our poet hunter at the notorious red light area called Mumbai Cages-what happens there read on..

Massha AJS big time Bombay Bim Hunter
Was dropped by the cunning driver at the Mumbai Cages
At the door of Gangubai the Gonorrheal Whore
Her large kohl eyes betel stained lips thick makeup
Such was her show window decor
She, her huge pendulous tits like a female Hulk Hogan
Her whole weight on our hunter bore
She pulled him out of his cargo trousers
And soon began to explore
She pulled his little weenie teeny member patting his
Diseased testicles she began playing the score
While our hunter kept shouting Bim Bombay Boy
She thought he wanted more
Like a trapped hyena this racist Australian poet
Began to roar forgive me I won’t hunt
Bim Bombay boys anymore
Nothing doing said Gangubai the Gonorrheal whore
All this while our Hero no1B Cube
was watching the Tamasha from a side door
shooting pictures sexually implicit and hardcore
Now exhausted AJS Massah collapsed
They carried him back in the cab
And dumped him offshore
In Mumbai as on Poem hunter
This story has become a part of
Poetic justice and Anti-Racist Folklore

Obituary Allen James Farewell

photo courtesy google images

“It is a pity that we will not see him facing justice, that we will not hear the verdict. However, it seems that God punished him already. “BCC NEWS



“”With his death, history will be deprived of the full truth. “CSN NEWS



A historic person has left the scene, a person who was disputed, criticised and praised. ASN NEWS


“Triumph over racism .. weep no tears for this monster “Black News



He came
This wretched
Racist man
A Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Poet humbug
The Devils own backside
On Poem Hunter website
It was the straw on his back
Placed poetically by Bim Bombay boy
That broke his poetic pride
None but god and truth
Support of friends on my side
my missiles I fired
Bombarding his crude vanity
That this misguided demon
Turned evil saint took in his evil stride
He late last night breathed his last
He simply unpretentiously died
Ivan Donne Carsewell
Held his cold hand wept
Hail Mary Full Of Grace
Read him his last rites
Trade Martin James Foulk
Foster Blaine the forum honchos
All flew in poetry watched silently
As these Racist poets cried
In his last will of a poem
He sought for forgiveness
He begged mercy
Yes he had come to terms
With Mortality a thought
he did not hide
In his will he left all his 3000
Poems to Ted Sheridan
And a CD OF Bonnie and Clyde
To Gregory Collins
he left his boomerang
with which he hit colored
Middle Easterners Asians
To spite.
His house at Tweed Head
He has donated to the
Old Widows home
His testicles ring
Sadness lyrically
Sounding a thought
Beautifully multiplied
Allen James Farewell
Australian Racist Poet
Lived ad he Died..
This Obituary
With sadness in my
Dubious heart
A split opened too wide
But I fear banned from
Life
In another form
Perhaps as an
Indian Born
Bim Bombay Boy
He might return
My peace
once again deprived
The Vagaries of Time and Tide
RIP ..Inside Outside

Foot notes


Friedrich Nietzche
Battle not with monsters
lest ye become a monster
and if you gaze into the abyss
the abyss gazes into you.


Pascal
Man is neither angel nor brute, and the misfortune is that he who would act the angel acts the brute.

Soren Kierkgaard
Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads. This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.
Unknown
In this world everything changes except good deeds and bad deeds; these follow you as the shadow follows the body.

Make Poems Dont Make Babies

image courtesy Google images

You have a new comment about your poem:
To Anonymous Asshole

“You obviously wrote this in the head of the moment, as it all rhymes so well! lol You tell the tosser firoze, goodie too hot to handle, .. Braveheart.”

I write poems in my head
Thank you
Brave heart
Well said
I wrote some poems on my bed
Firoze Alas Shakir my surname
Tagged instead
Fuck this is after I got wed
Asthamatic , finger fucked
half dead ..
a cock seminal poems bled
First Asif , tip toed tread
Than Saif on the bed spread
With a few strands a bald head
I was expecting Fais
It was Samiya
Jumped the Vaginal Trap
Door instead
wife after 29 years
has nightmares
missing her period
the dread
A blogger a
Bottlenecked
River bend
SMS to the Lord
I send that my
Designer Ass from
Anonymous Assholes
At Bloggerspot
tattooing spam
He defend…
I dont want
another child
or a posthumous poem
as an epitaph
for my bitter end.
So make poems
Don’t make babies
I recommend
these thoughts
unpoetic like my
pictorial thoughts
instantly penned
my hand covering
my swollen headed rear end
this is dedicated
to Tai Chi Italy
my poem hunted
miss carriage shunted
best friend..
censored soul
poetic heavens
ascend
all her critics
the goodness
of Steve Irwin befriend.
live and let others live
poetically
without tickling
each others butt ends..

update
god save me from the wrath
of Australian racist poet
mind bent a force half spent
wont return the compliment
that I lent after my multi colored
posterior this manic hell bent
with his limericks
my poems he tried to dent
an ugly toad he wont repent
he was coming to beat me to pulp
in Mumbai but the pilot
offloaded this drunk at Tashkent
breach of trust with fraudulent intent
the Tashkent folks tried to sell him into
white slavery with a discount of 99.9 percent
but nobody wants him
this poetic disaster a natural event
blue blood warm greetings
genetic mapping for criminalty
as line of descent




Tai Chi has disappeared too … she was a great influence at Poem Hunter.. erotica will never be the same…deleted at the mercy of misfortune and fame…

3 July 2007
I was planning after having deleted 1002 poems a few months back at Poem Hunter to once again repost a few , as in all honesty it is Poem Hunter , my poems , my critics my friends , my Indian colored ass baiters and haters like Foster Blaine , Ivan Donne Arsewell that put me in a Hall of Fame among Top 500 poets..I dont know if I desrve it as I mostly wrote on human butchered parts the cock, the cunt, fuck , asshole, this was the dark side of the Moon in cerebral cleavage .
I went to Poem Hunter ,this is what faced me on the publishing page :

Please do not submit poems contain words like; fu.k, cu.t etc.

Poems contain these kind of words will be removed.

So I posted two tame ones and fled, why dont the have an Adult Section beats me , Erotica is a Art specially as Poems.
Poems can be pornographic yet dole out wisdom..
Anyway my notoriety preceedes me I am happy adding to my shelf life her at Flickrs

I wrote two lines too...

For US$ 47 Here at Flickes I am called a Pro
I go down, I give head I suck , pictures poems
and some more
Yes I am not an ordinary member for two years
on the Yahoo network I am a Whore
Yes even little naughty children on the roads
call me Pro..
I bet you guys did not know
Now I post so much working my balls off
as I plough
Wife just yelled out from the kitchen
When the Fuck are you going to make some Dough.
Blogging Flogging empty pockets but nothing else to show.

Yes My wife hates pictures, poems internet and most of me..
Now where was I ...

Make Poems Dont Make Babies

image courtesy Google images

You have a new comment about your poem:
To Anonymous Asshole

“You obviously wrote this in the head of the moment, as it all rhymes so well! lol You tell the tosser firoze, goodie too hot to handle, .. Braveheart.”

I write poems in my head
Thank you
Brave heart
Well said
I wrote some poems on my bed
Firoze Alas Shakir my surname
Tagged instead
Fuck this is after I got wed
Asthamatic , finger fucked
half dead ..
a cock seminal poems bled
First Asif , tip toed tread
Than Saif on the bed spread
With a few strands a bald head
I was expecting Fais
It was Samiya
Jumped the Vaginal Trap
Door instead
wife after 29 years
has nightmares
missing her period
the dread
A blogger a
Bottlenecked
River bend
SMS to the Lord
I send that my
Designer Ass from
Anonymous Assholes
At Bloggerspot
tattooing spam
He defend…
I dont want
another child
or a posthumous poem
as an epitaph
for my bitter end.
So make poems
Don’t make babies
I recommend
these thoughts
unpoetic like my
pictorial thoughts
instantly penned
my hand covering
my swollen headed rear end
this is dedicated
to Tai Chi Italy
my poem hunted
miss carriage shunted
best friend..
censored soul
poetic heavens
ascend
all her critics
the goodness
of Steve Irwin befriend.
live and let others live
poetically
without tickling
each others butt ends..

update
god save me from the wrath
of Australian racist poet
mind bent a foce half spent
wont return the compliment
that I lent after my multi colored
posterior this manic hell bent
with his limericks
my poems he tried to dent
an ugly toad he wont repent
he was coming to beat me to pulp
in Mumbai but the pilot
offloaded this drunk at Tashkent
breach of trust with fraudulent intent
the Tashkent folks trid to sell him into
white slavery with a discount of 99.9 percent
but nobody wants him
this poetic disaster a natural event
blue blood warm greetings
genetic mapping for criminalty
as line of descent




Tai Chi has disappeared too … she was a great influence at Poem Hunter.. erotica will never be the same…deleted at the mercy of misfortune and fame…

3 July 2007
I was planning after having deleted 1002 poems a few months back at Poem Hunter to once again repost a few , as in all honesty it is Poem Hunter , my poems , my critics my friends , my Indian colored ass baiters and haters like Foster Blaine , Ivan Donne Arsewell that put me in a Hall of Fame among Top 500 poets..I dont know if I desrve it as I mostly wrote on human butchered parts the cock, the cunt, fuck , asshole, this was the dark side of the Moon in cerebral cleavage .
I went to Poem Hunter ,this is what faced me on the publishing page :

Please do not submit poems contain words like; fu.k, cu.t etc.

Poems contain these kind of words will be removed.

So I posted two tame ones and fled, why dont the have an Adult Section beats me , Erotica is a Art specially as Poems.
Poems can be pornographic yet dole out wisdom..
Anyway my notoriety preceedes me I am happy adding to my shelf life her at Flickrs

I wrote two lines too...

For US$ 47 Here at Flickes I am called a Pro
I go down, I give head I suck , pictures poems
and some more
Yes I am not an ordinary member for two years
on the Yahoo network I am a Whore
Yes even little naughty children on the roads
call me Pro..
I bet you guys did not know
Now I post so much working my balls off
as I plough
Wife just yelled out from the kitchen
When the Fuck are you going to make some Dough.
Blogging Flogging empty pockets but nothing else to show.

Yes My wife hates pictures, poems internet and most of me..
Now where was I ...

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My Poem

Annonymous Asshole
who squirms squeezes out
of the underwood
unmolecular unmodular
unmutative myopic
marsupial motherfucking mole
fucked comments like this
blaspheme
the creativity of my
poetic pictorial soul
you want to make
extra money
go ahead
barter your sisters
bounteous backside
get her off the dole
let the whole world
for a small fee
fuck her with a barge pole
go take a flying fuck stroll
my blogs dont need
your commercial chutzpah
to add to your beggars bowl
and stay away from my site
before I lose control.

The Sepulchral Serenity of the Malang

like funereal notes
lyricless dirge unsung
the sepulchral serenity of the malang
sufism ascetic order
mendicant of a low rung
life midway between
seen unseen hung..
wisdom a seedling
giving birth
on a heap of a cow dung.

I met this Malang at Ajmer Sharif this year but I had already met him many years back in Mumbai at the Shrine of Chancawalli

Har Har Mahadev


Har Har Mahadev
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
photo courtesy glenn losack md,


Lord Shiva or Siva is considered as the destroyer of the world. Shiva is one of the most popular gods of the Hindu religion. Shiva is also a kind-hearted god who blesses people. Sloka on Lord Shiva forms the part of prayers offered to the lord. Following is the Shloka for invoking Lord Shiva or Shiva Sloka.


"Kailaasarana Shiva Chandramouli
Phaneendra Maathaa Mukutee Zalaalee
Kaarunya Sindhu Bhava Dukha Haaree
Thujaveena Shambho Maja Kona Taaree


Meaning: Lord Shiva is seated on Mount Kailash; his forehead is decked with the moon and the king of serpents as a crown. The lord is full of compassion and the remover of illusion. Shiva is the only protector. I surrender myself to such great Lord Shiv-Shankar.
www.iloveindia.com/spirituality/sloka/shiva-sloka.html


in the waters of flowing faith
hands folded they stand
a moment of timelessness
in a drop of divinity
with hopes with prayers
all misfortunes withstand
lord shiva spirtualitys
fast selling brand
cosmic kundalini
sarv dharm ek
very few understand
a pulse of purity
mutual co existentialism
expand ..
har har mahadev
at your beck and command

The Demonic Doors of Godliness

The Demonic Doors of Godliness
that discriminate against Man
a narrow minded Gods
Godliness pan
forment feuds
among men
communal fires fan
this cannot be a good Gods plan

so it is Man who calls the shots
in the name of God destruction plots
bicycle bombs, beggar posturing bombs
black bag bombs, car bombs , human bombs
blasts after blasts humanity rots
pictorial pain pictorial shots
Tv channel slots ..
conventional media
cut and made tailor
false beard limbless body
inspectors uniform
casting doubts uncasting lots
a reading glass here , a slipper there
a childs skull cap ,blood stains blood spots
political compensation, as forget me naughts
this is Vande Matram.. blood Indian reciting
as it flows in the gutters and on the soul of
the nationalistic sanctimoniousness
weeps and blots
Sare Jahan se Accha Hindustan Hamara
dries and clots
hindu muslim good bad
death has no time for drawing lots.
uprooted plants broken pots.



The picture is of a Hindu temple that out of respect for Khwaja Garib Nawaz suspend s all religious service Aartis till the completion of the Urus.
The Muslim man is comfortably seated at the doors of the Temple.
This is the healing and unifying message of Ajmer Sharif.. Live and Let Others Live

Tranced out Sleep


Tranced out Sleep
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
Man
Tranced out Sleep
uncounting sheep
in his head
if you peep
inundated
dreams
that weep
what was his
he cant keep
he and his
kismet
dented
damaged
both asleep
what was once
expensive
now sold cheap
a stride a stumble
what a leap
karma sows
adharma reaps

a self exile


a self exile
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
a summer that will never end
on a cybernetic gangetic plain river bend
in impending fatherhood
xris you will blend ...
love as filial pride
never a dead end..
this message to you i send..
no money on postage stamps i spend
once upon a time
impeach bush
blogger no1
photographerno 1
was a buzznet trend..
steve a friend god sent
has me soullocked
as my body a heartless heart i rend..
none of you do i wish to offend
as you recieve so shall you spend
i have a spring leaf
on my tatooed designer ass
a virginal honor that i defend.
the prophet khalil gibran
i sneak read
my habits
ghostly
comments tattered
unstitched poetically frayed
try to mend
peripheral existence
at bloggerspot to make amends
as my soul
from marc browns kingdom
transends and she
with a mute smile condescends..
a blue toilet
lunatic asylum recommends.


this is a comment on xri taylors post hot bods n wheels at Buzznet .

Bam Bam Bholenath


Bam Bam Bholenath
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
Bholenath Kind hearted Lord
The actual image of Shiva is also distinct from other deities: his hair piled high on the top of his head, with a crescent tucked into it and the river Ganges tumbling from his hairs. Around his neck is a coiled serpent representing Kundalini or the spiritual energy within life. He holds a trident in his left hand in which is bound the 'damroo' (small leather drum). He sits on a tiger skin and on his right is a water pot. He wears the 'Rudraksha' beads and his whole body is smeared with ash.


The Destructive Force
Shiva is believed to be at the core of the centrifugal force of the universe, because of his responsibility for death and destruction. Unlike the godhead Brahma, the Creator, Shiva is the dissolving force in life. But Shiva dissolves in order to create, since death is the medium for rebirth into a new life. So the opposites of life and death and creation and destruction both reside in his character.

The Most Fascinating of Gods
He is also often portrayed as the supreme ascetic with a passive and composed disposition. Sometimes he is depicted riding a bull called Nandi decked in garlands. Although a very complicated deity, Shiva is one of the most fascinating of Hindu gods.

The God Who's Always High!
Since Shiva is regarded as a mighty destructive power, to numb his negative potentials he is fed with opium and is also termed as Bhole Shankar, one who is oblivious of the world. Therefore, on Maha Shivratri, the night of Shiva worship, devotees, especially the menfolk, prepare an intoxicating drink called Thandai (made from cannabis, almonds, and milk) sing songs in praise of the Lord and dance to the rhythm of the drums.
hinduism.about.com/library/weekly/aa022001a.htm



bure waqt
har musibat mein
tum dete ho sath
dhubte ka tinka
sirf tumhara hath
bam bam bhole nath
bam bam bhole nath
tum base ho sab ke dil mein
na koie jath aur path
bam bam bhole nath
bam bam bhole nath
har peeda har dushman
ka tum karte ho math
har har mahadev mein basa
hai sab ka bholenath
bam bam bhole nath
bam bam bhole nath

I am fascinated with Lord Shiva , so you see my proximity with the Naga Sadhus, this has nothing to do with my inherent nature as a Muslim .. but it is part of my cultural inheritance, I always wanted to visit Amarnath and Kailash Mansorovar, but somehow lack of funds, time always alluded me..but I know that Lord Shiva will give me wings to fly, shoot him , this I am certain..
I am still unquenched as I want to visit Junagadh on Maha Shivratri but each year, inspite of a genuine curiosity, it does not happen.
My Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj of Shanti Ashram at Film City may one day take me with him..
I missed the Ardh Kumbh , inspite of having rail tickets that I cancelled inorder to celebrate my first Ashura in Lucknow , my last sadly so.
I promote Hinduism on my site.. as we have to learn to live and let others live too..
For my detractors who accuse me in Lucknow of doing this for Money from the Hindus a greater insult to my upbringing as a Indian Shia Muslim…
But if some philanthropist Hindu takes me with him to Amarnath or Kailash Mansarovar I will not refuse.. his kindness and his generosity.
firoze shakir
photographerno1

Lalbaugh Chya Raja Mukut Darshan 2019

I am perhaps the only Muslim shooting Lalbaugh Chya Raja for over 20 years or more ,,thanks to Mr Sudhir Salvi head honcho of the Mandal.....