Wednesday, October 3, 2007

The First Shrike The Poem Hunter

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The first shrikes occur about 7 million years ago in the Miocene Epoch.

Shrike. AGM-45 Shrike is a passive-homing air-to-ground missile whose mission is to home on and destroy radar transmitters used by the enemy to direct ground antiaircraft batteries and surface-to-air missiles. Shrike was the first missile to be mass-produced specifically for the U.S. antiradar mission. Shrike-On-Board was a quick-reaction program during Vietnam to put Shrike on destroyers. Beginning in 1958, China Lake conceived, developed, and tested Shrike, the world's first successful antiradar missile, as a direct response to Fleet needs. China Lake pioneered antiradar (passive RF) guidance for Shrike, the High-Speed Antiradiation Missile (HARM) , and the Advanced Antiradiation Guided Missile (AARGM) . China Lake first developed Shrike, which begat HARM

At Poem hunter
Give him the other cheek
He won’t strike
Yes the First Shrike
A human loving poet
who all poet denizens like
His comments that heal
No poison to spike
An Eagle a Hawk a Shrike
All look Alike
Yes he is a fair player
Racist poets
He does dislike
Those who don’t like him
Can go take a hike

firoze shakir

Rajah Armageddon RIP

photo courtesy stock photo .com

a nose job
a breast implant
penis removal
testicularless trauma
what a joke
this morning
his licence of living
god revoked
matter of fact
pretentiously poetic
on his gluttonous words he choked
clumsily for the last time croaked
he came he saw
he died
in the poem hunter forum
unprovoked
Rajah Armageddon RIP
Jocular memories you evoked

HUBCAP SHITHEAD

3 Poems


3 Poems
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
ASK

the mind and the soul they always link
poets write dont need to think words are excuse
always jinxed

firoze shakir

EAGALE HAWK


YES LIFE LIVING IT HURTS
SEMINAL DOUBTS THAT SPLURT
SARTORIAL STUPIDITY
MAN IN TROUSER AND SHIRT
WOMAN IN A BLOUSE AND SKIRT
IF WE LIVED NAKED ALL
OUR PROBLEMS
WOULD HAVE BEEN SOLVED
MAN TO NATURE BACK TO NATURE
EVOLVED

firoze shakir


YOONUS GET WELLL SOON


CORAMANDEL CALLING
SILENT SONGS
I HEAR THE TUNE
A CLAIRE DE LA LUNE
YOONUS GET WELL SOON
REVERT WITH POETIC FORTUNE

firoze shakir

Carter Road Crows


Carter Road Crows
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
Every morning there are people who come for their walks armed with food bags to feed the carter road crows and the practice caught on, Mr Wadhwa , Mr Chablani, The Gulab husband and wife and many whom I know by face , they come here feed the crows and stare at me in amazement as I shoot these pictures , to divert my mind from my daughter Samiyas prolonged illness.


mornings is feeding time
for the carter road crows
snatching and grabbing
feathered blows
biscuit bits
bread crumbs
a feast in store
for the carter road crows
human highs and birdly lows
as life jogs walks and flows
benches beds for sleepy joes
twisted tongues benumbed toes.
friends unfriendly and friendly foes
clothes undried in rows and rows
cycles wet that fear shows
shadows gloomy.. untalking bores
what going to happen next
no one knows...

Unholy Hospitality Mortality

bottled hope
a hope in bad times
chikungunya
dengue
typhoid
on the prowl
all time
unknown fevers
clueless doctors
fatality prone
hospitals
making monies
all time
holy family
only a name
to slaughter
you once
with a relapse
to empty out
all your belongings
all time
nurses mallu malady
a curse all time
id rather die on the road
than be sent to a hospital
to be murdered in cold blood
all time
inumerable tests ..
on death
by doctors of death
all time

Pretentious Sleep


Pretentious Sleep
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
he sleeps
but he pretends
eyes closed
watches lovers
groping
mooching
smooching
through the corner of
his pretentious sleep
he masturbates his mind
finally falls a sleep
at carter road promenade
even memories sensuously
awakened dont weep
or look before they leap

ode to a california condor

absence makes the heart grow blonder
old clothes covering my soul that
i dont need to launder ..
of a woman whose vice like grip
of my cluttered consciousness
that of an anaconda
every moment i think
thoughtlessly a thought
i ponder ..
every time on the internet
i cybernetically swim and wander
words and more words
as garlands to her silence
i squander ..
my fate in love
extinct on her doorstep
as a california condor
a kindered soul of an indian vulture
who lies in the towers of silence
yonder ...beyond her

a leopard in his lair so to speak

heart beats that play hide and seek
a silence in volumes that speaks
those innocently dappled cheeks
lighting the rosiness of one so meek
love that overgrew manureless
in the potheaded soul of this geek

to fall out of love a much better technique
so to speak ..a goddess on paper
hidden within the words of her blog unique
a leopard pining in his lair
seeking love on her twin mountain peak
so to speak ..to say all this he
offers you the mercy of his other cheek
a lair that is bollywoods most wanted boutique..
lost among old starlet cameras this fleshly rotten antique..

I am standed on the highway of her heart

alt control and shift
waiting
for her transportational
vehicular
heart to give me
stranded on her higway a lift
but she is miserly
to such generosity
a shrewd womans gift
this thought saddens me
while i bouyantly
await an uplift
my soul in
a cybernetic net
of cirrus clouds adrift..
pouted lips ..
that dont need a face lift
or a new hope makeshift

The Joy of Living


The Joy of Living
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
turner road traffic signal
territorial space
among lepers hijdas
other denizens pegging
egging and begging
the joy of living
on the edge
moments
unforgiving

Starlet Blog Diva


Starlet Blog Diva
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
i once loved a starlet
with pouted camera lips
chromed silver lipstick
yes i was in love
with a blog diva
me the maharaja
of the famous
indian rope trick
one end hanging
out
of my multicolred cheeky ass
like the end of a dynamite wick..
fuck i still am love sick ..
incorrigible inflammable ignitable
hitler type helmet wearing
sultry colored dick
waiting to explode ...
going tick tick tick..
a heartless house
made out of human flesh
as brick ..
a deserted window sill
a trembling door ...my fate
that i sincerely did not handpick
a swollen headed mitten
a heart broken apron
me
burning in the fires of her oven non stick
never ever fall in love with an american chick
limping unaided with the devils walking stick

Man as Still Life


Man as Still Life
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
a look a cursory glance
of man his manhood
in a womanly trance
holding the world
asunder
the winds that dance
hit and miss
the second chance
testicular fortitude
of an unbecoming lance

the silent cycle wheels

the washermans cycle sees it all..
clothes put to dry the rise and fall
hidden in the wetness
cocks cunts and languid balls
the fierce bedroom warfare ,
the strategy viagra dominating
sexual overhaul
the cycle wheels see
within the sheets the pizza boy
the plumber the gardner the
car mechanic all in a
wonderous pitfall
the madam of the house
unsatisfied bed ridden barbie doll
lascivious longings of a domesticated moll
the husband at work..
she on an emergency call
another errect prick in the wall,,

On the Rocks


On the Rocks
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
each linen on the rocks put out to dry
looks up at heavens gives out a sigh
seminal stains on one bedsheet
the other bedsheet pry..
thoughts orgasms so much
hidden in one wet lie
she came she did not
she faked it each time
now unhidden on the rocks
in the seawatered slime
love humanitys punishment
for too much hate as a crime
tears of anguish wasted in prime
poems of deceit, poems of emotional blackmail
to be read on the rocks on these linen sometimes..
pictorial plausibility unpoetic sublime

my soul


my soul
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
my soul
like a tainted apple a sinned fruit
reluctantly pushed into a wrong bottle
has taken seed growing reluctantly
for all to see an exhibit born
in captivity
amniotic fluid of deceit..
me floating impertinently
time watching me insolently
break the bottle
break my destiny
to set me free
fearless faith
slumped
at the feet of mercy
a soul seeking
nirvana somnolently
bottled
pickled
hopelessly,

Mans Disillusionment

man inborn primordial quest to fish
for a moment bound to a death wish..
shallowness in shadows dying mangroves
conjoined to a premature anguish
she comes in his net a brevity
escapes splashing water on his face
with a swish..
languageless pain
that does not speak english
scriptureless sorrow saintish
the muslim trapped in a burning bombed mosque
the embers of a synagogue jewish
the lightning struck spire of a parish
man sucked up into a disillusioned vaginal vortex whorish..
dark thoughts a dark mind cornered on all sides cant banish

In love with the same Woman

he asleeps loves her too
he who dreams loves her too
both in love with one woman
over the cuckoos nest she flew
one stroke and both she slew
they both ask the same question
destiny where are you

saahas samiya


saahas samiya
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
saahas means strength..

Tuhi hamari aankh ka tara rahe
Tera hi chera sada pyare rahe
Tuhi hi hamari zindagi ki aas hey
Tuh he toh sab cheez hamare paas hai
Tuh he hamari zindagi ki pyaas hai
Tuhi hamari zindagi ki saas hai
Teri zindagi khuda ke haath hai
Hum sab ki duaein tere sath hain
Tuh jaldi se theek ho ja khuda se faryaad hai
Tuhi hamari zindagi ki muskrahat hai
Tere aansu mein ham samaye hain..
Tere dard mein chipi hamari aahen hain
Samiya tuh hamari jaan hain..
Khuda ki amanat tuh hamri shaan hai
Tuh hamare ghar aaie wo uska ehsaan hai
Tere siskiyon mein teri taakat ki pehchaan hai
Tuhi hamari aank ka tara rahe
Tuhi hamare budhape ke sahara rahe

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