Thursday, November 8, 2007

The Chaudaris of Richmond Hill


The Chaudaris of Richmond Hill
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Come again
For a refill
Of Haji Ali
Spirituality
The Path
The Holy Shrine
In the Sea
Says this Malang
To me
Painted
Pictorial
Poetry
Also bring
Your Canadian friends
The Richmond Hill
Chaudaris
Firoza Naeem
Who have already
forgotten me.

Man Man Man


Man Man Man
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Man
Man
Man
In the womb
Of a pram
Umbilical cord
Unbitten
What a sham
Looks
into my human eyes
dried tears
parched emotions
Man
Man
Man
Whispers
Silently
I am
Besides him
His mother
Motherhood
In a door jam
From Haji Ali
Waters of Despair
He over swam
Man
Man
Man

Unpainted Reality


Unpainted Reality
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

He saw her
Bound
Unfree
Unpainted reality
Of my street poetry
A purse that held hope
To set his hope free
a few coins
salvation
salve soothing
spirituality

Wordless Spirituality


Wordless Spirituality
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Words escape me
Hidden in the eyes
Of a child
Mans misery
endurance
crippled
to mockery
god gouge my eyes
this world
through my camera
I don’t want to see
Dregs of despair
Pretentious
Humanity
On display
at Haji Ali
merging
into a depthless
ocean
called
wordless
spirituality

A Tear Drop in an Ocean Haji Ali


A Tear Drop in an Ocean Haji Ali
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Silence of the waves
Silence of a Muslim Woman
You hear don’t see
Close your eyes
Feel the pain
Of my wordless poetry
Take a spiritual stroll
Thanking God
On the sidewalk
Of a Holy Shrine
Bringing together
Diverse Humanity
The rich the poor the beggars
All vying for the
Holy Saints attention
At Haji Ali
Peace Hope
Salt and Peppered
Harmony

Mumbai Mirror Reflecting Midday


Mumbai Mirror Reflecting Midday
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

A few coins
Painted pain
Holds sway
Surrealistic silence
Gives way
Black and white
Regions of remorse
Myopically seen as grey
For all your sins
In this world
not the other one you pay
on those weaker than you
don’t prey
or mind games that
with dimwitted hearts you play
a fiery sun, for ever cant stay
turns into night starlit to spray
man molded
man a piece of putty
in clay
for a few coins of silver
his mother he will slay
his father betray
virtueless decay
pilfered flowers
as a bouquet
corroded heart
commercialized on
Valentines Day
A Mumbai Mirror
Reflecting another
Midday
Main stream media
Some word play
Slumbai Mumbai
Is still Bombay
Street poetry
a bloggers way
the angst and anguish
of his soul display

Brotherhood and Muslim Unity


Brotherhood and Muslim Unity
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Walking feet
Moving spirituality
Road leading
To Peace and Hope
At Haji Ali
Beggars
Salvation
Redemption
bordered
By an empty sea
Man born Man
As Man can’t see
Distorts gods testament
To create a new heresy
A jehad most important
To release the soul from illiteracy
Give women the upliftment
To create a new hope for our
Unborn progeny
Yes most important
Than sectarian
Violence of Shia Sunni
Is Muslim Unity
An Islamic Brotherhood
Respecting other faiths
Is what I foresee
Living under a global
Peace loving
Banyan tree

English Racist Pig and a Poet


English Racist Pig and a Poet
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

photo google images

He is a slithering slimy serpent
A snake in the poem hunter grass
He loves to torment
Dark skinned circumcised poets
This rabid reptilian hell bent
Yes he is an English racist pig
and a poet
Hate for colored humanity
Represent of a lowly descent
Degenerate incompetent
He and his kind should
Be burnt in the fires of hell
Till they learn to repent
Or sent to a lunatic asylum
In the Gulag at Tashkent
And his two horny scaly
Handmaidens
to aid in his final
Atonement

My Ass like an Atlas Globe


My Ass like an Atlas Globe
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My ass like an atlas globe
Fears the racist and the xenophobe
Visible when I disrobe
Countries I have not visited
Mysteries I have yet to probe
My life unrevealed
Hidden in a microbe
Treated like shit
By a racist English poet
I could end up as an Anglophobe

Lazy and Thigh


Lazy and Thigh
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Lazy and Thigh
Two little playful girls
In love with one guy
Both think of him
In their dreams on the sly
In their inbox they wait
For his poetic reply
That he loves
Forum quotes
He won’t deny
Oh he loves kissing white ass
Squeezing them dry
Oh he is old but
With a few pills of Viagra
No more bonsai
His tattooed member
Colored tie n dye
A wicked glint
Squinted cockeyed
Ears over drooping
Like pumpkin pies
He hates Mumbai
Prefers Chennai
On his bald receding hairline
He uses henna colored dye
In case his does not work
He has an Aussies nut bolt
As stand by
Loves shooting pellets
On colored posteriors
As bull s eye
A tail coat a bowler hat
And a black bow tie

firoze shakir photographerno1

Good Flosty Mornings..


Good Flosty Mornings..
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

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Good Flosty Mornings..

Plagiarized pangs of poetic passion in paper-chase

Said the Wizened old Chinaman
With a poker face
He continued
waste of poem hunter forum space
blah blah blah in an enclosed space
dearth of poetry no breathing space
please return Mr Abdullah Diye
for your sermons and the coup de grace
dimwitted poets offering grace
the food has turned cold
without a trace
Cajun recipe
In poetically paraphrased
Meteric space
here at poem hunter
the soul of poetry
sodomize tranquilize the dark race
searching for forum quotes
a quiet old English poet
a mental case
out of space
white supremacist racist
of the master race
yes dreams they chase
there must be haiku
here someplace
hot chocolate
and a false face
in any case
Louisiana lynching
Of the negro race
Of hearts touch base
Pretentious love for
Indian poets and India
Well grounded hate
for the Indian race
Some disgrace
Empty brains
As storage space
In deaths embrace
A Viking Goddess
Of the White Race
In the finest of
Scandinavian Lace
Searching for love
No parking space

Racist English Poet in Poemhunter Hell


Racist English Poet in Poemhunter Hell
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With his white superiority of race
He thought come lets light a fire
Under the brown poets ass
Let’s show him his position and class
Let’s tell him what he writes is not
Good enough to be called poetry
Lets buckle him down knuckle him down;
Let’s tell him to make himself sparse
So with a message titled “concerned “
This racist poet truly did lambaste
Yes this quiet old English poet
Perhaps a pederast in search for
A Bim Bombay Boy
Lets have some fun lets have a blast
The die was cast between him and
Another down under poet
Of 1000 poems full mast
But unfortunately this
Brown poet’s ass is already
Burnt blackish brown
since colonial times
Been genetically maligned and harassed
The Agony and the Ecstasy
Of the British Vampire and its
Blood sucking past
Black and white take care of the shadows
The highlights take care of the contrast
But alas his moment of glory
At poem hunter he could not outlast
This nonentity English Turd
Sunday Mornings his first and last
His wealth his hatredness for colored
People who write in his language
Better than his own folks
His ego battered fractured
In plaster cast
Dead hand of the English Devils Past

A Piece of British Shit-Gods Gift to Poem Hunter


A Piece of British Shit-Gods Gift to Poem Hunter
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

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Whether it is
Miss Congeniality
Elysabeth Faslund
Or the high and mighty
Tai Chi Italy
I don’t care a shit
Yes they get very
Upset
If I call their
Favorite poet
A nasty racist
That no doubt he is
From the minarets
Of my cyberspace
I will proclaim
A million times
And not desist
Writing good poetry
And kicking Indian ass
Makes even the best of a poet
A nasty Racist
Women poets like
The two mentioned above
May be the top 500
On poem hunter poetry list
I don’t care a shit
Racism and poetry
The two can’t mutually co exist
Fuck ever since he sent
Me his racist message
I am absolutely pissed
British Piece of Shit
A white Gods Gift
to Poem Hunter
A vile venomous
Nasty Racist

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