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The poem hunter forum is a common toilet
They all squat shit together you bet
One finishes the other sweats
Talking poetry as bad as it gets
Russan roulettes
after one finishes another guy wipes
the other guys ass incase he forgets
colorful globs and urinating jets
Mr. Bowen was searching for forum quotes
Among these hate hitting defecating pets
Aussie Pederasts, pedophiles
Racists, who issue out threats
Making dud cheque donation
To Poem hunter administration
without any regrets
mouths holding burnt out cigarettes
Abdullah Diriye non stop
Religiously hounding cassette
Liberal pussy missing
A trade off with unimaginable upsets
Kane Hogg Sherrie unforgettable vignettes
Cross dressing plump asses blondes and brunettes

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Red Light of Hijda Pain

Red Light of Hijda Pain
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She is the new face at the Turner Traffic Signal Bandra.
Her name is Suvarna.She is the New Traffic Signal Hijda Queen.
I told her she looked gorgeous in her red saree she blushed and was overjoyed at my words of appreciation.This is Hijda simplicity of uncomplicated human emotion.
And she knows this man with his camera means well, no ulterior motive, no photo journalistic spiel.That is why I reiterate to shoot life on the street you must have the soul of a poet.A poet that paints with light.. no cumbersome words no restrictions of grammar punctuation spelling or syntax.
This is a poem read by all , except the blind..
The blind are poets too they feel poetry on the darkness of their retinas , I have yet to meet a blind eunuch..I get a lot of mail from troubled souls languishing in male bodies who want to become Hijdas, they drive me up the wall, I shoot Hijda pictures , their pain..Hijdas of the upper echelon have no time …

Endless Wait ...a Hijdas Pain

Endless Wait ...a Hijdas Pain
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the lights blinking away
the lights of life
at the Traffic Signal
the Hijda waits
on two legs between cars
buses and rickshas
he begs and skates
his distant dreams tyrannized
his karma deflates
punctured sorrow
from one moment of pain to another
he escapes
he his vulnerabilty
the system rapes
covered in his disillusionment
his womanly drapes
born man bethrothed to
ignominy hijda landscape

White Supremacist Racist Whores and Posturing Poets

White Supremacist Racist Whores and Posturing Poets
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Date & Time: 10/18/2007 11: 42: 00 PM Remove this comment


Member: Val Morehouse

Comment: I just looked at your biography firoze. It sez 'Racist in poetry is white.' Now without the rest of the statement [since this is either a beginning or an ending] the thoughtful one cannot know what you really mean. But, the thoughtful one can state an idea from one's own experience. Racism is not white; it is every color the human skin can assume. Poetry is not white; it is every color the human skin came assume. Racism is instead, the person who in the first 5 minutes of acquaintance tells you whom they hate. And that comes in EVERY color. Then firoze, is that you? I don't see it on your face, and the face is a mirror. The thoughtful one sees, leave the hate on the back burner and seek the essence in the poetry. Posturing is …

The Hijda Will Rule The World

The Hijda Will Rule The World
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The older lot of Laksmi the Beggar Hijda are not to be seen at the Turner Road Traffic Signal,also the Tunrner Road Traffic Signal kids have disappeared, this kids I think must have gone towards the Durga Pandals as there is more money there than at the signals.
This Hijda was very coy I took her permission before taking a few shots, and at the back of me is running vehicular traffic.
The Hijdas are here begging at the signal, when the traffic halts, peeping into rickshas, knocking window screens,pleading for alms.
Most of the Hijdas that I have met at various traffic signals in Mumbai are friendly, polite, shy, well behaved.And for them its a change posing for pictures, a feeling of a three second fame..Most of the Hijdas seem to know me, than there is the imposter variety that wears sarees and begs, these are unemployed youth that behave like Hijdas and encroach on their ethnicity and their territory.
They are mos…

Racist Hate and Jealousy-Stats and Hypocrisy

Racist Hate and Jealousy-Stats and Hypocrisy
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Firoze Shakir (10/18/2007 9: 34: 00 PM) | Delete this message


Dear Yoounus

You can find it all around the poet sphere at poem hunter, poets locked in battle headed by a racist coterie that guards its stats, you hurt one they will all gang up against you, this is white racism in poetry at poem hunter.
If a white man writes bad poetry the Bowens Carswells will dare not open their minds, its the black and the browns that make easy picking.
And after all how can the white man write bad poetry after all its his own language..
Yes Yoonus this is jealousy, inborn passion of a racist poet, he knows and I as a Sufi mystic know it too..There is a Racist Regime at Poem hunter...throttling the voice of Truth...
What amazes and shocks me is the rating of poets that is a a totally wrong enterprise, fools judging a fools poetry, there is no transparency what so ever, you scratch my back I scratch su…

Founder Member Dead Poets Racist Society

Founder Member Dead Poets Racist Society
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an Englishman who farts poems
on the face of adversity
a heritage he leaves
for prosaic posterity
this old man one leg in the grave
searching for forum quotes
his essence of living and priority
incorrigible bigot conceited pedantic notoriety
founder member of dead poets racist society
a bowel of hate bursting forth more hate hypertension
arthritis asthmatic anxiety
poetically misplaced piety
this devil in a saints clothing
much hated among natives
racially ruptured
English Neanderthal deity

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The Hijdaeroticness

The Hijdaeroticness
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I shoot Hijdas , I somehow find that I meet them in all walks of life, they are aware of my existence as I am of their existence, more harrowing than my own.
I shoot the pain in their eyes , their muffled cries, I shoot their ancestry , their ethnicity as I see it reflected on the viewfinder of my raw human soul.
I started shooting the Hijdas quite recently about 2 years.
This is a srange fascination, a magnetic pull that brings them towards my picture frame.I missed Ajmer Sharif , and her partner who had met me at Ajmer last year was surprised at my absence this time .
At Ajmer Sharif the Hijdas book both sides of the lane that leads to the imposing Bulund Darwaza, but the richer ones dominate Moti Katra the Hijda Paradise..
Yes I missed Ajmer and the hijdaeroticness of this mystical ethnic community.
Here in Mumbai , I meet them , some let me shoot them , some abusively shoo me away, the other place that fascinates Hidas is t…