Monday, September 10, 2007

HUBCAP IS A PERVERT

He was gay walking cruising on the road
With his hungry ass all bent
Searching for a Indian dick
Hard as castle rock to service him
A thought well meant
Hubcap the pervert a force all spent
His sexually morbid appetite supplement
Of course with his tacit consent
He would pay buggering charges
And give a bonus of 20 percent
Hubcap AJS Allen James Shithead
Blue blood native of Australia
A genetically criminal line of descent
Well , while waiting on the side walk
He met with a serious accident
Was rushed to the ICCU..
An immediate operation underwent
Plastic surgery like Michael Jackson
They grafted brown skin to a great extent
A new breed of an Indian eunuch they did reinvent
They baptized him
Androgynous
Jerkwater
Scrotumlessserppent
At Tweed Head this was
A great celebratory event
Australian Racist Poet
He no more represents
To all his fans at Poem hunter Forum
Love kisses and bugs he sends
Now officially his ass all sunny side up
He lends

the young khadim of ajmer

whenever you come
to the spiritual fair
on chatti of
khwajah garib nawaz
at ajmer
also drop by at chaar yaar
to watch the wonders
of a the young khadim of ajmer
all in white a pure pedigree
a lions cub in a bawas lair
good looking handsome and fair
has a magical quality
a mystical mania very rare
dances, goes in a trance
blesses , worshipped
by the malangs
this young khadim of ajmer
you can see the mysteries unfold
if you have time to spare
wisdom not any more
juvenile, in his every single stare
the young khadim of ajmer
doing kaif clapping music
qawwalis and some blare
intoxicating moments
dhuni , chillum
your
soul
vigorously vacant
in a rigorous rope like snare

The Time Piece Baba

he carries
several
watches on his wrist
one see the time in hell
through cybernetic mist
one sees time in heaven
such was his gist
one sees the time
in america
most important on his list
the king of kings
a knight on wings
with a clenched fist
other nations destiny
tongue twist
a power
that no power can resist
democratic dictator
republican exist
blood of the innocent
in an army enlist
the world will be at peace
once he is dismissed
a wishful thinking
a right to pre exist
a nuclear holocaust
in our midst.

HUBCAP


HUBCAP
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
photo courtesy google images interauto.com



He could have been born
An Indian, a Nigger, a Creole
A Chinaman or even a Jap
But he Australian Racist Poet
AJS this vindictive monster
destinys tight slap
Whom the girls call Hubcap
His limericks his antics
This agonizing artful dodger
Whom the guys call Madcap
A closest queen, latent homosexual
In a dress off shoulder strap
At the downside of 61 has fallen in love
With a Muslim Chap
Abdullakasai the poet terrorist
in his love trap
Hubcap wants to embrace Islam
This has nothing do with
Osama Bin Ladens message
Sent as Orkut scrap
Now back to love
A mixed cuisine
Between both Poem hunter
Lovers a love life I map
But Hubcap wants two
Crowing featherless
bird cocks or
say two miniature cameras
muslim like without lenscap
This Horny Thorny chap
He also tries hard to play
Cupid to an Indian Chap
With unfinished poems
Sticking out of his pocket flap
The emptiness of his mind
In the winds tent flap
He is learning like the Indians
To sit squat crap
His penis in plaster of Paris
a fractured handicap
once he becomes a Muslim
he will grow a goatee
Wear a nice white skull cap

His menstrual mind that oozes
Poetry through a leaking tap
At the forum foster beer
Some peanuts and a nightcap
Perhaps in my next poem
More of Hubcap I shall unwrap
PS Carter
Gangubai the Gonrrheal Whore
has already given him the clap

poem dedicated to none but the only one
you cant entrap the gorgeous gal in a bathing cap
neigbors envy owners pride Goldy Locks in a sarong wrap
rock and rap
zip mind zap

metaphoric gemstone dealers of char yaar

the gemstone dealers
ply their trade
char yaar
all types of jewelry
metaphoric
overtly rhetoric
ready made
open flat boxes
in front of you laid
superfine class quality
first grade
agates
to tempt the fates
moonstone
stones unknown
buy the gems
as investment on loans
rubies emeralds and sapphires
the agony and ecstasy of
imaginary internet wires
mandirs not talking terms with spires
minarets calling both liars
religion religiosity
that even god tires
more sellers and dead buyers
turquoise to touch
some unfulfilled desires
thank you very much
before she retires
aquamarine
that she requires
for a new replacement
when love lease expires
lapis lazuli
for you and yours truly..
all at char yaar for you to come and buy
before you leave ajmer
for the final good bye.

metaphoric gemstone dealers of char yaar

the gemstone dealers
ply their trade
char yaar
all types of jewelry
metaphoric
overtly rhetoric
ready made
open flat boxes
in front of you laid
superfine class quality
first grade
agates
to tempt the fates
moonstone
stones unknown
buy the gems
as investment on loans
rubies emeralds and sapphires
the agony and ecstasy of
imaginary internet wires
mandirs not talking terms with spires
minarets calling both liars
religion religiosity
that even god tires
more sellers and dead buyers
turquoise to touch
some unfulfilled desires
thank you very much
before she retires
aquamarine
that she requires
for a new replacement
when love lease expires
lapis lazuli
for you and yours truly..
all at char yaar for you to come and buy
before you leave ajmer
for the final good bye.

the malangs of ajmer

at char yaar
a noble pair
the purebred
malangs of ajmer
their dread locks they wont bare
if opened the entire length
with attar has to be rubbed
on the entire hair beware
so look at the huge bundles
they carry on their heads as spares
no wear and tear
living frugally ..
slaves of the Khwajah they declare
sitting on a fiefdom of the dead
coversing with them obliquely
dialogues and prayers
assymetrical spiritual warfare
the bluntness ..
hard headedness
uniqueness
of the malangs of ajmer
through this poem
with you I share

Bandra Queen of the Suburbs

Christ at St Peters church
Christ at St Andrew church
but if I ever saw Christ
he was perched on a pedestal
at Maryville his favorite abode
watching school children
of Apostolic Carmel Convent
cross the road
school teachers playing
traffic police and life
as usual off Waroda road
bewdas boozards
crawling towards
yacht first morning drink
uttara in an auto mode
macchiwali bais carrying
fresh promfret and jhinga
from chimbai village
to Bandra BazaarRroad
Bandra West
yes the Queen of the Suburbs
a mystical quality
you cant decode
Bandra Feast
Mount Mary
a spiritual
access road
Monsignor Neris Rodericks
Morning mass
A new message
A new hope
unload
the steps
Mother Mary
a Sons abode.

a headless blog


a headless blog
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
cocooned
in a silence
not forsaking
a kitchen
a cake
for my birthday making
hemlocked flavored
crow shit embellished
not much time taking
archived moments
a cybernetic
garden of thoughts
autumnal leaves
upraking..
sunny super
soundlessness
some more
heart breaking
a blog .
a goddess
hard hearted
fulsomely faking
thinking of her
sleeping
and awaking
blog like hope
words that are aching
her image
in the mirror
of my mind
a love
mistaking
delusions dementia
dangerously
remaking
pouted camera lips
featured flirtations
a chromed picture taking
no more on her
hand painted canvas
of guilt
sneaking or snaking..

trespassers ass wont be prosecuted

ass fucked
life sucked
beggars
asleep
private property
trespassers ass wont be
prosecuted
that from birth
day and night
has been
electrocuted
when it fell on
head first on
a mound of misery
unparachuted
unsuited
unbooted
dreams
also
a surrealistic reality
denuded
gods kingdom
by man lies looted.
internet wires
running in
the body of my soul
her silence
re echoing thoughts
uncomputed
poetic pause
implausibly muted

God also a brick in a wall

my god lives within the
four walls of my mind
my body my heart and soul
architectural walls
spirtual bricks
do not
my god hold
my god is as free
as I am
in my
dreams
in the world
around me I behold
mysteries of his wonder
everyday unfold
man and mankind
his favorite creatures
created in his mould
nature his kingdom
natural beauty
worth more its
price than gold.
yet we kill each other
to keep
to keep a bloodied
covenant bold
the mosque
the mandir
the church
the synagogue
a man made
architecture
a god within
remould
each
tenanted
spiritual space
by unholy men
controlled
kill man
to appease a
egoistic
man made god
a prophecy
thus foretold.

photographer poet


photographer poet
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
plants don’t weep
plants don’t sleep
plants don’t have
promises to keep
man in an
arched sleep
nightmares
that leap
from the
comforts
of his bed
to a dust heap
exotic plants
over walls creep
man poisons man
even when asleep
predestined doom
unsweep
one mans woman
another mans keep

photographer poet


photographer poet
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
photographer poet

idd mubarak president bush

winds of change
a flickerng lamp
like hope
shattered
in prisoner
of war camp
tortured
destiny
of a nations
cramp
american
soldiers
with our
self respect decamp
on our behinds
idd mubarak stamp
a bowl of condolence
rice apathy slavery
puppet government in name
what a revamp

ps greetings from an iraqi prison

a drug addict


a drug addict
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
man
stoned
high cheek
boned
blown
outgrown
zapped
mind unmapped
a drug addict
a gardalu
brown sugar addiction
unending affliction
a brick in the wall
of dereliction
words of prediction
slow death
no charges
no conviction
beyond sanity
or mans
jurisdiction
reality
bordered as
non science fiction

United Colors A Piece

war a reality
on a long lease
all the presidents men
playing police
bare blair dare
cock tease
weapons of mass
destruction
will never decrease
evil hearts
evil intentions increase
the butcher
of bagdhad
predecease
a duplicity
a bigger
cock tease
all wanting
an oilfield
a gluttonous piece
all fucking
a single whore
wantonly
misnamed
Peace
unbordered vaginal
woes
UnbrokeredPeace
no release
birds butterflies and bees
wars will never cease
as long as a whore
united colors a piece
is getting fucked
on the crease

christ uprooted


christ uprooted
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
robbed
pillaged
looted
his
words
disputed
unmooted
crucified
his destiny
son of man
uprooted
from his
own
church
re routed
cassocked
criminals
kicked
out booted
christianity
a new testament
proselytized
pathos
unsuited
beyond
redemption
polluted
unrefuted

Love under Construction

brick by brick
cement sand
concrete
words as
material cling
held by hope
circular rings
as scaffolding
a building
held by papered wings
my love
micro soft
under construction
among other things
a thought
of her
timeless
pendulum swings
my throttled throat
with her subdued
soundless silence
sings
my mobile phone
deaf dumb and mute
rings ..
it is not her
sarcastically blinks
a mr boink
long distance
trirrings…..
a burnt mitten
a distempered dish
the possessiveness
of her swan necked waist
held by by the envy
of her apron strings.

Born in Captivity


Born in Captivity
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
girl child
enforced nativity
birth and no pity
mean streets
pavement
footpaths
heartlessness
of a heartless
Mumbai city
begging
drugged
on the waist
of another child
life living
adaptability
beggar mafia
for a few coins
torture
atrocity
death
when it comes
steals the last vestige
of human dignity
cremated by
bandra municipality
a nameless tag
a numbered
anonymity.

Idd Mubarak


Idd Mubarak
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
rozas are over
the moon
has been sighted
crackers revelry
kids all delighted
tomorrow at namaaz time
male family united
bandra station
masjid
all are invited
after namaaz
biryani sheer korma
full family excited
idd mubarak
a new dawn
a new peace
a new hope
a new harmomy
mutual coexistence
hindus muslims christians
all faith
a candle
reignited.

Men Wear Hijabs too

during moharam
chelum
40th day of the
imams martyrdom
from the yokel
of ummayad
terrorism and
fiefdom
new freedom
hussain and his
peace loving
wisdom

rehmatabad
the kamazini
matam
or forehead cutting
the swords that
the men clutch
with which their
foreheads touch
is such
bleeding hijabs
faces that don’t matter much
as they shout
scream
ya hussain ya hussain
as an after touch

quiet flows the don

a river of blood
quiet
flows the Don
kissing dark
shadows
of a forehead of
a lawn
a slash
a wounded fawn
shias and more
shias spawn..
faith fearless
pain
withdrawn..
an unborn shia child
chanting
ya husain
ya hussain
much before he his born

Painted Colors of Pain

beneath the flesh
beneath the coated
crimson colors of pain
beneath the bandages
lies another
cut vein
blood flowing within
on a parched heart of karbala
sandy soil drain
soaked drenched
in deeper pain
streams of tears
calligraphing
the name
like dew drops
of bleeding rain
ya hussain

I am human


I am human
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
like you or
the guy next door
a bit crazy
but not hardcore
i hurt as you hurt
but when you hurt me
i hurt more
come moharram
i hurt no more
just a single chant
my life i underscore
i cut i bleed
a wound that
pains no more
a greater pain
of karbala
my wretched soul
will not ignore
a shia thug
she takes me for
i am what i am
she is responsible for
omerta
her code of silence
even god cannot restore.
a comment deleted for
archived sorrows
tearful tomorrows
as a afterthought
a petulant
pigeon toed
peace like never before

Minara Masjid Cauldron of Love

all night
they keep coming
walking talking
in cars and cabs
every kind of commuter
on motorbikes and scooter
men women children
neuter
burkha clad ladies
mini skirted dolls looking cuter
even a student along with his tutor
the newly engaged along with her suitor
the cybernetic nerd
minus his computer
cusrow bagh bawas
dhobi talao macks
shivaji park bongs
antop hill mallus
unglikar, khujlikar
mumbaikars too
goras and bohras
standing
orgling
very long queque
gorging
tandoori chicken
kadai chicken
bheja frry
gurda kapura
gurda kaleji
seekh kabab
boti kabab
bater teetar
firni
malpuas
kheer
last a
pani kam
cutting chai
aroma of
bhartiya
brotherhood
minara masjid
a steaming cauldron
of love beyond religion
better understood

The Malpua Man of Minara Masjid

sulaiman usman
minara masjid
in the night
eat malpuas
please dont fight
two days to go for Idd
the moon you will sight
idd mubarak to a hope
more harmonious and bright
monochromatic muslims
wake up sairi time
do see the light
faith can move mountains
bismillah
a single word you recite
brother hood of peace
a love you re ignite
killing each other
as sunnis and shias
is not at all right.
islamic unity
islamic delight
says the malpua man
at minara masjid
muslims reunite

Badi Raat


Badi Raat
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
the eve of the 27th Roza
a night of reckoning
for living souls
allah ho akbar
all night
in prayers
piety
namaaz
the path
to spiritual goals

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