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'OSAMA AND PRESIDENT BUSH'

'OSAMA AND PRESIDENT BUSH'
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 photo courtesy google images

On the day of the attacks, Giuliani proclaimed, "We will rebuild: We're going to come out of this stronger than before, politically stronger, and economically stronger. The skyline will be made whole again."[9]


Osama and President Bush
Both conjoined twins
Mother hate
Father evil
Separated at birth
Both have one goal
Fucking the Peace on Earth
Creating a Hell on Earth
One from the safety of a White House
The other hidden in the darkness
For all he is worth
Satanic serendipity
Funereal futuristic fall out
Ground zero
A new hope
Awaiting a Spiritual rebirth
The "Pile".that time and tide
had to unearth .
To bring back human dignity
Happiness and mirth

To my friend Frank James Ryan Jr

Visitor Comments about YOU as a poet

Visitor Comments about YOU as a poet
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Visitor Comments about YOU as a poet
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Date & Time: 9/18/2006 1:10:00 PM
Comment about: firoze shakir (photographerno1)
Member: Foster Blaine
Comment: Nothing to be found here; criticism and complaints with no viable alternatives. This is exploitation of the word poetry.. Prostituion awaits the reader.

Thank you foster blaine
This becomes my favorite poem
1090 th poem
Your prophetic words like bullet shots on my asss train
A new happiness a caress devoid of pain
With your words Firoze Shakir
Photographerno1
Is finally slain
In you and your screwed up
American racial profiling consciousness
The best of me ingrain
For resurrecting me a as a prostituted
Poet in vain..
Heavy are the manacles of your words
With which you a more gifted poet my inner…

one day all bloggers fuck newsmen

one day all bloggers fuck newsmen
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 As a sensitive street photographer you shoot pictures first on the heart of your consciousness, the mind pulls you towards the picture you were predestined to shoot ,
Even if you don’t have a camera at a that time , the subject will come back along with the moment to be shot by you.
I possess the third eye of Shiva embedded in the consciousness of my camera bodied brain, I had finished my walk at the Carter Road and while the rickshah sped away I saw a man asleep in a sack and some words on the iron fencing , I turned my rickshaw and took two shots.. such is the art of unlearning poetry .. through a pictorial frame..

Meditation is medicine for relaxation and inner peace
Said the writing on the iron fence,,
Man lay enwombed in a sack and no defense
All this captured by Shiva embedded in my camera lens
Man asleep with nothing but his loneliness as common sense
Across the road Otters club cars Honda Toyota Merce…

a caress

a caress
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Life has gone
on a window shopping
leaving me on a bench behind
as i some other
persons memories unwind..
times were harsh
times were kind
sometimes
to her feelings
her tears
i was selfishly unkind..
yes i was certainly blind
she a heart beat
ticking
in a pocket watch
enclosed
in my morbid mind
two little hands
that an eternity bind
a mechanism going rusty
wont rewind
where ever I go
she within my hearts
shadow I find
like a new goddess
on my soul enshrined.
her silence
my eloquence spellbind
loving you
a designer
in your web
undersigned
each poem
to you
i pen and remind
words wounded
healing ..
recovering .
in a feeling less
world
purblind
a caress
as a poem
headlined

a muse who ran away leaving me in a husk of a poem far behind

carissa

carissa
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Cascading
Caressing
trespassing
tears
From the basin
of her eyes
Falling on her
Cheeks chaste
I quickly
On my parched lips
Cut copy and paste
Saltish innocence
Sugar sweet taste
From her soul
To my soul
In my pain
Replaced…
Miss spelt
Each time
Her name
a caress
misplaced
me an ass
crossing a divider
totally outspaced
see the picture
for this poem
at flickr
photographer no1
to know how disgraced
love an animal
feeling covered
in human waste

to you
never to be erased

MORE FUCKED SLEEP

MORE FUCKED SLEEP
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Man eyes shut
fuckin
fast asleep
on a cold slab
pretending
to give
him comforts
like a new reality
but he has to pay a price
as nothing in life is free
a small premium
to be paid even
for adultery
he fucks the maid
pretending his wife wont see
while the wife behind his back
fucks the plumber goes scott free
till a new time for another
cybernetic conspiracy
emailing bewailing
smooth sailing unfailing
a new name
“Fuck me more”
a new identity
cyberscaping
fire escaping
another calamity
fuck love
she says she is a woman
leads you on a spree
till you discover she is nothing
but an automated response
fucking your mind for free
till you die in self pity

MAN FUCKED ASLEEP

MAN FUCKED ASLEEP
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 reality bogged deep
jumping over his
dreams
one dollar each
gigantic leap
shown the door
self same
trembling door
by a diva
a blog goddess
who was beyond his reach
the road of cybernetic love
was far too steep
axle broke car halted
with a screech
dumped rusty
useless unforgiving on
on salton sea beach
tom
do you like it
a pictorial crusader
who knows how to preach ..
man fucked asleep
in an unreality
cosmetic tears
that don’t need to weep
congratulations
we both have a new muse
poetically inspiring to housekeep
love like beauty is only skin deep
a throttled heart
choking
suffocating
trying from
a decayed body
to a fresh pasture
outleap
falling head first
the near by grave
umarked
man
his remains
a mound
unvisited
dust heap
see
how the the shadows
on his multi colored ass
doth sweep
face down
genuflecting mother earth
let the ass hole
finger fucking
mother fucker sleep.

its ok i understand

its ok i understand
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 i have not forgotten u m just busy 2 day

a punishment a silence that love has to pay
each time you come like Cinderella dance ..dont stay
just runaway..gestureless my thoughts betray
me gaping into nothingness no words to say
every second away from you does outweigh
me clinging to unreality my feet of clay
living in Mumbai …touching dreams in USA.
a poetic prison nostalgically reminding me
of a guantanamo bay….
leashed like a tortured emotion ..learning
to love live and obey…
since the time I met you
me my life in disarray…
telepathically in an inbox I convey..
metaphorically
without hurting your sentiments my pain portray

this was a stupid moment of my madness falling limbless in akimbo..hunter who became a prey.
never fall in love with poets just read their poetry comment move along...within the parameters of your punctuated personality dont stray ....beware of games people play...especially medusa haired poets who ensnare in…

dreams caressing sigh

dreams caressing sigh
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 What can I say
That you do not know
Your thoughts pursue me
Everywhere I go
Like Marys little lamb
They follow
Do you feel the same way
I would like to know
Or the color of pain
In my heart I show

The breeze of your
Kindness enters my door
On my soul
Love
Outpour
My destiny
Waylaid on your seashore
My dreams caressed
As I sleep and snore
And on waking
I keep asking for more

homecoming

homecoming
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 did we meet by chance ..
or was it the almighty
matchmaking
sprinkling love
to conjoin us in advance
you love to sing write poetry
all 5.7 of of you ..
brown hair
qualities
each day
discovered a new
my soul entranced
i dont know the color of your eyes
but i am sure they are mesmerising
to captivate my inner being , a mere glance
for me only your window sill
of a homecoming
like a homing pigeon
this cybernetic romance
only you
i see beyond
the horizon of my limited expanse

Soliloquy of a Soul

Soliloquy of a Soul
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 Wave after wave that lash my soul
foaming frothing bash my soul
roaming homing thrash my soul
bossing tossing dash my soul
splashing smashing slash my soul
thoughts of you
tsunami saronged waves
tounge lash my soul
weeping sweeping waves
whiplash my soul
meaningless monotony
backlash my soul
the curtain of your eyelashes
the tabernacle of your eyeball
hides my soul

a caressing moment down loaded

a caressing moment down loaded
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 was it a one night stand
serenity a seducing
serenade
platonic games that
with catatonic
emotionless hearts
we played
stupendously
mind-blowing
masquerade
you in me
i in you
like perishing
thoughts
that strayed
now a silence
of the lambs
feeling s
utterly betrayed
don’t ask me
what that means
in my corner
like little jack horner
i should have stayed
services rendered
in kindness that you paid
a caressing moment
downloaded
fuck
the page cannot be displayed

Death In Domesticity Muslim Women

Death In Domesticity Muslim Women
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 shabana azmi
an actress
spoke about the hijab
pre empting modesty
this upset a shahi mullah
who called her a nautanki
said she was not an authority
on the koranic interpretation per se
remarks off the cuff denigrating
woman who in his interpretation
of Islam are treated as minority
i think the most important aspect of Islam
is the women should be educated
the mot important priority
but this goes against the tenets
of a male muslim dominating majority
woman fodder for the man for his
out bursting masculinity
woman in Islam was born in captivity
produce children die in domesticity
in the end no accountability.
three times talaq and the end of marital
compatibility…
no end to fatwas that grow on a mullahs tree

the muslim women here refers to those who live below the poverty line , downtrodden, living in a hell hole of city and rural landscapes.. in India

The Curse of a Girl Child..

The Curse of a Girl Child..
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 sitting in a train
two girl performers
one hides her face
the other looks
me in the eye
as life’s train on a track
passes us by
a dickhead Indian
thinking i am a foreigner
tells me i must not shoot the
poverty of India
i almost die
show him my press card
tell him the poverty
is not in a girl child
but in a politicians eye
today on the
birthday of Nehru
childrens day
loves labour lost
time went by
the girl child an evil
in the womb she must die
a crystallized tear
a voiceless cry..
from the cradle to her grave
a commodity sell resell or buy..
this truth often sounds like a lie
if you were born a girl child
in India
you would not ask me why.
a girl child born as a muslim
her first clothes a hijab
like a shroud tightened
so she in her accursed fate
of womanhood does not fly
triple talaq
other man made goodies
will come bye and bye.
the mullah overhearing my
Words on the sly
he who gives shelter
with fatwa telling lies
mu…

raindrops keep falling on my bed...

raindrops keep falling on my bed...
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 the dining
the sitting
the bedroom
the store room
all on the main street
the toilet at CST station
across the road ..
such is life of a woman
who has made
Mumbai her heavenly abode

in the nights
the stick -hits
of the cops
street walkers open their shops
the hijdas merging in the darkness
of bus stops
the pimps white clothes
touting their wares at paan shops
for the heroine of my poem
life is living amidst such backdrops
she a garbage collecting woman..
braving the monsoonal raindrops
recycling a garbage of unloving
on the mean street pawnshops
till one day the municipality hearse
will come to collect her as a corpse
no name just a tag.. till
another woman will soon
take her place
on the cobbled outcrops
among the nightly
commercial sweat shops..

I am not a poet.. but yes I write poetry..

I am not a poet.. but yes I write poetry..
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 to write a poem.. or to father a poem.. you need words floating in the amniotic fluid of emotions..love..in circular motions.. a lady love the mother of all your devotions.. no poetic commotion.. rub it in sweet the languishing of sunburnt lotion.. on flesh..a drop of a tear that has eternity reflected in an ocean....loving needs no preconcieved notion or a poetic mushy sales promotion

Love on the Net Russian Roulette

Love on the Net Russian Roulette
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 After two direct hits
one in the head
the other to the heart
i decided never to
fall in love on the net
words i repeated
on my worry beads
lest i forget
lest i forget
slipped
on a banana peal
of my poem
before i could
say holy mother
of god i was
miserably in love
once again on the net

this time
not a blog goddess
nor an Alaskan fern
may the rest of me burn..
love means
never saying sorry
a thought
to unlearn
goods unsold
cannot be returned
hell, hath no fury
like a hijda spurned
aphorisms
that got my ass burnt
what was uncovered
also sunburnt
case adjourned
pouted lips
silver chromed
camera
upturned

well I have fallen
in love on the net
a new experience
no commitments
no demands
right from the outset
you take what you get
faceless
limbless
fleeting caress
falling in love
cybernetic freedom
new thoughts to inject
like a talking dolpin
caught in her net
the same wretched old heart
on the block to sublet
idon’t ev…

Yes I Have Sinned

Yes I Have Sinned
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 yes I love you
several times
on my sarcophagus
heart tinned
a spirit
sailing
into stormy waters
of your bosom
unfinned
future hopes
on you pinned
desires delirium
of a neurotic
disposition
recycle binned
my religion
a part of me
guillotined
circumstantially
fore skinned
trouble chinned
aspirations
gone with the wind
forgive
me beloved
i have sinned
my past
i rescind
me a rascal
thick skinned
poetic whirlwind
chagrined
bottled as
an attar
unperfumed
garden
djinned
made in india
sold in some
arab countries
as a shia thug
al Hind

Room with a View

Room with a View
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 a hole
a gaping toothless
mouth in a wall
beyond life
choreographed
motions
emotionlessly held
on a dancing hall
only missing
deliriously dancing
silken footed
samba doll
mechanism not working
gone for a major overhaul
a photographer
a peephole
wrapped in a poem
of his shawl

Oh Hi Oh

Oh Hi Oh
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 On a fisherman’s handcart I stand
no net no fish just Jesus in my hand
a silver stick my magic wand..
thoughts rioting in my mind
that poetically i disband
she who says
explain more
love,
feelings of love
a healing touch
misunderstands
a wordless
cold contempt
posing as ignorance
that she commands
i hope this over bursting
reservoir in my heart
in her heart also expands
no commitments
no demands
a poetic trust
in pictorial hands
another effort to build
sandcastles in
cybernetic
wastelands.

Rich Man Poor Man God and Satan

Rich Man Poor Man God and Satan
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 one mans house
is another mans pavement
at poem hunter they will read the words
but wont know what it pictorially meant
a house , good housekeeping
happiness god sent
just across lies a man
on a cobbled back breaking pavement
a shelter no hope just the rains ,, god sent
one will die happy
the other not content
both one buried
the other cremated
for sins they will repent
to heaven and to hell
ascent and descent
may or may not come back
roles reversed..
the poor in a penthouse
the rich man ..on the pavement..
man a mystery unsolved by god
god commonsense hell-bent
god a huge boulder
man a mere fragment
being watched inconspicuously
by satan sitting on his trident

The Unsailing Kids Boat

The Unsailing Kids Boat
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 holding up the traffic a boat
getting on everyone’s goat
searching for a parking space
a shoreline on a very busy
office time going crossroad
a cart and its content a ship load
being pushed by
the helpers who followed
the traffic cop did implode
rickshaw guys bellowed
honking car guys elbowed
kids unsaling ship
at carter road on the promenade
to offload .. for little kids
a happiness
of not getting wet
a wish of a journey
mindless oceans bestowed

Death Rehearsal

Death Rehearsal
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 asleep
rehearsing his death
on the cobblestones
his rotten flesh
his creaky bones
sins of omission
sins of commission
his wretched
soul atones .,.
a wife who
predeceased him
children ..
they their wives
he disowns
rough treatment he got
from their
hearts made of stones
he, his
pavement
now his living
tombstone
the moans
the groans
dreams on rent
borrowed loans
cultural inheritance
among gravestones
his destiny hovering
between unknown zones
waiting to meet his wife
on the other side .,.
a trickery of a thought
time condones
while he sleeps on land
the municipality owns
untalking
gravel pillow
as his head stone
home alone

To a Poet Friend,,

To a Poet Friend,,
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 she says
she understands..
a finger slaughtered
by wedding bands
a hope fighting
palmless hands
stumps of sorrow
grounded to magical
cybernetic lands..
what she doe not want to say
her thoughts
in my own way i expand
am i being presumptuous
of taking her for granted..
spiciness of indian curry
to mouth watering food that can be bland
biding my time in a poetic adventurism
with my feet sinking in
quicksand..
feelings that wont go away..
bound like new born baby
straight jacketed..
wringing hands
a fledgling hope
wrapped in a poem
i hope she
in her ignorance
Misunderstands..

a dreaded poets society

a dreaded poets society
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 sometimes i think
i d rather die
than live
in a world
where there
is hate
that grows
like a tree
branches
corrupting
the skies
the seas
treacherous lies
body on rent
soul on lease
claustropbhic
existence
no fresh breeze
much happier
than us our
the birds and the bees
untouched by mans
sinful disease
a single moment
eternity
unlike us humans
wallowing
each second
in self pity
me
a rusty
lock
corroded insides
a hairpin
as a master key
unlearning life
life’s greatest
tragedy
unconfused
agony
to be or not to be
in the hereafter
a wordless poem
eulogizing
a dreaded poets society

He is Within Your Reach Bush You Must Impeach

He is Within Your Reach Bush You Must Impeach
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1 the messiah of hate
borders of peace
did breach
political terrorism
playing god
unnecessary war
killing of innocent
devastation destruction
unleashed
weapons of a mass destruction
in iraq he did vociferously screech
the devil of dubya
a weapon himself
colored red a landscape
that will never bleach
trampling human justice
a figure of speech
now finally
he is within your reach..
ambushed
by the voice of a nation
a war criminal bush
you must impeach..
a lesson for the
coming generation
of leaders that they
practice what they preach