Hindu Muslim Bhai Bhai

Hindu Muslim Bhai Bhai
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Two caps
Two different heads
Two different faiths
Sharing a single bread
One said Jai Shree Ram
The other Salaamale kum
Instead
But both bound
One country
One flag
One God
A single
Spiritual thread
Both sleeping
On tapestry
Of humanity
A living winding sheet
A dead bedspread
Jai hind
A thought
Same human blood
When bombed
We shed
Killed
Embed
Pushing
For a mutual coexistence
For the new generation
That will take our place ahead
Our country with our
Pretentious hate
Our myopic mindlessness
We have harmed and bled
Lets live and let others live
A command also a request
The Almighty from overhead

Lost for Ever in Nothingness

Lost for Ever in Nothingness
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wrinkles crisscross ,
her brown paper like
physiognomy invade
life at an end
a garden decayed
by fleeting time
she has been betrayed
the old milk maid
of kamatipura
her polytehened
milk trade
some who bought milk packets
for which she has not been paid
life and its mocking charade
sitting on the streets
sorrow homemade
her parting from
this accursed world
already delayed
no she is tired
wants to rest once and for all
give up this obnoxious crusade
proposition that Death does evade
unseen tears down her cheek cascade
mans world no more a palisade
human life inhuman trade

Painted Wail

Painted Wail
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A drugged child
On the waist
Surrogate motherhood
Learning motherness
Emotional language
Of the helpless
Idiomatically chaste
Stunted childhood
Cut Copy and Paste
Street side symphony in haste
Growing up a bad taste
Children of a lesser god
In his godliness disgraced
Priorities of a sucked up society
Misplaced..
Twofaced
Humanity shamefaced debased
Life’s traffic signals showcased
A cosmetic job of cleanliness
Removing wrinkles but
Keeping the same fucked face
Marks of torments that won’t erase
The traffic signal kids
On some other low profile signal
Outraced
Nothing changes life slow snail paced
Truth a travesty of reproductive remorse
Blank faced

Fall of Man

Fall of Man
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A few years back
As a child he was born
Treated like a rose petalled flower
This child to the father of man
He started showing his thorny nature
In a short span
His downfall
Hastily began
Most wretched animal
This two legged man

Man Prostitute Child

Man Prostitute Child
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woman as prostitute in a cage
man aside on a rampage
child accidental tourist
a product
of a sexual sewage

Prostituted Poetry of Pain

Prostituted Poetry of Pain
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She who waits in vain
For a god sent client
For a god to hear her plaint
yes prostituted poetry
Of time immemorial pain
Womanhood accursed in
Manhood’s chain
She has like this
on a bed of thorns lain
her wombless cries
re echoing
wont wane
the best of her
lost in a chasm of a
menstrual drain
only loss the madams gain
the pimp her shadow
her sinking
her unthinking brain
yes its far too plain
for me in my poetry
not to explain ..
a samjautha towards society
traveling in life
on an explosive train
one day it will blow up
our demonic
man made consciousness
shatter and blood stain

Cages of Mumbai Wingless Birds

Cages of Mumbai Wingless Birds
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At Peela House
Red Light area Mumbai
Cages of Ignominy
Hovering broken
Wingless fate
A girhak (customer)
An endless wait
A nice young
School going kid
Or some Baniya Seth (rich man)
Destinys date
Or a drug peddler
With womanly hate
Will scribble blood
Seeping graffiti
On her already fucked slate
Her innards rotting
Her crumbling gates
Roulette wheel
Some more mates
Penile crookedness
Testicular traits
Her white clothed pimp
Clients baits
Dreams in broken crates
Food for thought
Twisted spoons
Battered steel plates
Society insatiates
more misery old age traits
fatherless kids
motherhood berates
tuberculosis , coughing blood
business as usual the client waits
a new killer condomless aids
the police hafta some more raids
they call it the flesh trade
eating house third grade
where man womanhood degrade
the flesh was willing
the spirit forbade
what you cant get home
buy and try ready made
the cages of Mumbai
an oasis of forbidden fruit
in Godless shades
yes like burning fires
of hedonistic Hades

to the queen of pain

to the queen of pain
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you are far too negative
life means unliving
forget and forgive
before you die
you must relive
dont just take
learn also to give


to the queen of pain
bood that trickles from the brain
when i slash my forehead
for hussain
a soul that weeps
a tear dropp
blood stain
you are still in your cradle
you dont know pain
being sane
being insane
untruthful it may sound
but times even truth to be truthful
has to feign

blanked out

blanked out
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gone with the wind...to an address below
in my own garden i plan to grow
poem hunter i could take it no more
yes foster blaine
i am a poetic prostitute a two timing whore
among 500..those who are alive.. those who are no more
lion hearted poems whimper hearted roars
a voice of america ambushed offshore
in a silver casket returning home
through a back door..
impeach bush a poem
to add to your indigenous folk lore



Foster Blaine (9/18/2006 1: 10: 00 PM)
Nothing to be found here; criticism and complaints with no viable alternatives. This is exploitation of the word poetry.. Prostitution awaits the reader.

I had deleted 1002 poems at poem hunter because of racist attitude of white poets...

To me From..Line Master of Alignment

To me From..Line Master of Alignment
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OUCH! gloves on, battle below....once was said 'women should be barefoot and pregnant.' Was not accepted by any female pregnant or not. The maid belongs in the kitchen, the women with the children or their career. Woman /Man, makes no nevermind, all can choose to be who they are and do what they do albeit with a reasonable amount of maturity and determination. Stop talking about race, no one else does and don't degrade women for that makes one less than human. America is the' Land of The Free' and anyone can write here whether they are 'good' whatever that is in your mind, or 'not good' at it. Women are as capable as men and in some cases more so. Don't be so judgemental and blatantly cruel. There is one exception, woman are emotional and have feelings and hurt and cry and give love and don't always get treated with much respect, but, they do not belong in The White House and any women with an ounce of sense will agree with that. Other then that, well, the world is their oyster as much as any man. PS, you're as white as a white man in your photo, so stop your useless race ranting, please. jason dawes

jason dawes
he claws
poetically missing paws
with the best of me
held between his jaws
his teeth hacksaws

firoze shakir photographerno1

FOOLS RUSH IN WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD

FOOLS RUSH IN WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD
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www.illusionsgallery.com/song-angels-L.jpg


There were a few Indian poets
standing outside the doors of the poem hunter forum
I was about to enter so I asked on of my brother poets
If he wanted to come in
Said he nodding his head negatively
it’s a house of Sodomy and poetic Sin
they throw us Indians and our poems in the
poem hunter recycle bin
I asked another poet
Leonardo Daranjo
He gave me a stupid grin
Whispered in my ears
“Firoze my Haikus
need cooling sherbet
And not lime and gin
Pecan pie I throw up
In the dustbin

Than I asked another
Conceited Indian poet
Dusky dark and slim
Who replies mail in the
Third person
If he would to accompany me in
He said Kerala is my home town
Backwaters I love
At the poem hunter forum
I don’t want to lose my limb
Manzilayo I can’t swim
Choppy waters sharks piranhas
And he sounded grim
His muscularly poets body
He moved towards the gym

I asked the last contender
If he wanted to come in
He looked up at me and said
Sir it’s a House of Shame
Less poetry too much flashing white skin
The he glanced at his twin
Who held his dhoti end tied to a clothes pin
Shutting his ears from the rowdy music
Coming from within
He pointed to his sister also a poet
Waving the rolling pin

So I am the only Indian poet part of the
Poem hunter forum shenanigan
Allen James Saywell and Ian Bowell
Keep reminding me of the color
Of my dark skin
Oh save me Bhartihari
As even a few kitchen loving
White female poets hit
Me hard on the chin
Making the world colored
was a a blind gods
Original sin
I am a human condom
hiding my artificial skin
all my belongings
including my designer loin cloth
I give it to Tunisia Lativia
My adopted next of kin..

firoze shakir photographerno1

Fuck Sex

Fuck Sex
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photo courtesy

www.footbolka.ru/catalog/images/fuckSex.jpg
'But Silly Sex Sucks, So Some Say……! '
(Trade Martin)

but we want it both the way
and after the fuck we dont even pay
a dangling dong and our hair turning grey
all we want is a good lay
whether straight crooked or gay
anyway
morning night and day
we bodies made of blood and clay
our hate that we spray
games that we play..

firoze shakir photographerno1

"FUCK HOLE CUNT "

"FUCK HOLE CUNT "
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“fuck up cunt whore penis hole bitch …”,,,,sean royce .

eternal words of gods grace in a world gone to seed
they follow we lead .. through sexually human greed
we lie we die we breed
words of wisdom of sean royce
we don’t heed
proliferates poets in name
we who bash people for color caste and creed
we who have innumerable aliases
we need to weed
as the entire world of poetry we mislead
women should make babies
wash utensils wash clothes
no poetic words just good
husband children loving deeds

////// \\\\\\

////// \\\\\\
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He is confused
As a child he was
Overtly abused
By older boys
His blooming youth misused
His body and soul
By his parish priest
Badly bruised
Introverted from life’s
Living and giving excused
All lines as part of his heritage
Miscued unnecessarily fused
////// \\\\\\ he says he is
Jason Dawes from Maldives
He wears a hijab of hate
Society of men women and eunuch
At poem hunter he has refused
Faceless poemless amused
He comments he defecates
This pontificating arsehole
A detonating dogmatic
Demented dyslexic
Diatribe driven demon diffused
no he does not accept messages
from poets whom as
racists he has accused

firoze shakir photographerno1

Maun Baba Silent Man

Maun Baba Silent Man
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Maun baba
A man who has decided
To give up speaking
Spiritual gratification seeking

In a world that
With too much talkativeness reeking
Corrupt foolish talks leaking
Silence that without wordy clothes streaking
In the year of the Pig.. a new year in Peking

The Drying Fields of Carter Road

The Drying Fields of Carter Road
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pictorial poetry
of unwashed thoughts
some grainy shots
unclaimd plots
CRZ rules comes to naughts
a temple at the foothill
controversrial spots
centre fold spirituality
dots ...
while a huge fishing
cottage
a deep hole
mosquitoes trot
an eye sore blot
bandra residents association
is all we got

Why Cant Women Poets.....

Why Cant Women Poets.....
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Pick and Pry
Why cant women poets
Give up poetry
Become house wife
Cook clean make
Pecan pie or
Chicken Liver Fry
Instead of writing
Shit poems on the sly
That prematurely
Live and prematurely die
Why cant women poets
Give up poetry
Take care of the kids
Help them in their homework
By and by instead of the drivel
Recipes, Norman Mailer
And God deny
Why Oh Why
Why cant women poets
**uck I give up
Golden Gloves
Grow up
Some more stir fry

Poem: 8847527 - Why Cant Women Poets.....
Member: Gods Child

Comment: cuz we get f**ked up by men like you who fry our brains on the sly


Yes Gods Gift Gods Own Child
this as a thought I wont deny..
after the F**ck..a brainless surprise
it turns out you were nothing
but a dickless eunuch in disguise

Why Cant Women Poets.....

Why Cant Women Poets.....
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IMAGE FROM NET


Pick and Pry
Why cant women poets
Give up poetry
Become house wife
Cook clean make
Pecan pie or
Chicken Liver Fry
Instead of writing
Shit poems on the sly
That prematurely
Live and prematurely die
Why cant women poets
Give up poetry
Take care of the kids
Help them in their homework
By and by instead of the drivel
Recipes, Norman Mailer
And God deny
Why Oh Why
Why cant women poets
**uck I give up
Golden Gloves
Grow up
Some more stir fry

firoze shakir photographerno1

Two Cocks for the Price of None

Two Cocks for the Price of None
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Two cocks
One human
The other in the shape of a clock
For the price of none
One standing erect
Tumescent
On the carter road promenade
Under the setting sun
He other tired flaccid
After a jog and a run
The day for one, already over
The other the day has just begun
So much, so much unfinished tasks
Undone
Battles yet to be fought
Yet to be won
Vaginal vagaries
Home spun
Yes the chicks have come home to roost
Calories dying to orgiastically burn
Tears crying in an urn
As they are wantonly spurned
A thought unturned
Oh what a waste my pictures and my poetry
Categorized as a system of learning unlearned
From the kingdom my Blog Goddess ..
I have like a lost letter unread
postage not paid , male returned

Trick or Treat 2

Trick or Treat 2
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A distraught designer stray
On heat..
Transmigrated soul
Of a photographer drum beat
His fantasies farting away
To glory
I repeat..
On an unpaved open guttered
Bandra Bazar Road
Barefeet ..Snow melting concrete
His hopes his pictorial histrionics
He could not cheat
A Blog Goddess in his heart
No other film goddess can unseat
Call him loud mouth big mouth conceit
On some other planet some other time
she without her husband her inherent deceit
he without his wife just a poetic heartbeat
shall on cybernetic crossroads meet
trick or treat …
hallowed spirituality entwining
a Barmecidal bed sheet
frightfully frying emotions once again reheat

Trick or Treat 2

Trick or Treat 2
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

A distraught designer stray
On heat..
Transmigrated soul
Of a photographer drum beat
His fantasies farting away
To glory
I repeat..
On an unpaved open guttered
Bandra Bazar Road
Barefeet ..Snow melting concrete
His hopes his pictorial histrionics
He could not cheat
A Blog Goddess in his heart
No other film goddess can unseat
Call him loud mouth big mouth conceit
On some other planet some other time
she without her husband her inherent deceit
he without his wife just a poetic heartbeat
shall on cybernetic crossroads meet
trick or treat …
hallowed spirituality entwining
a Barmecidal bed sheet
frightfully frying emotions once again reheat

Corrugated Wrinkled Sleep

Corrugated Wrinkled Sleep
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1

Spiritual thoughts
Hibernating in his dream
Of the Holy Saint Makhdoom Shah Baba
Of Mahim
Like a shaft of light
Through Sunbeam
Corrugated wrinkled
Sleep …
His soul aligned
Words wordless as they seem

dedicated to howlin dervish

What Goes Up Must Come Down 2

What Goes Up Must Come Down 2
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When life
Comes to a standstill
A massive breakdown
All hopes aspirations
A total let down
Meaningless moments
Reverberating face down
A single burning thought
What goes up must come down
Before the story of life shut down
Chaotic clouds of hatredness
bigotry in my home town
a singular crackdown
me my blogs all burned down
Clogged up poetry of a cybernetic clown
I will not share my Shiasm publicly
I maintain my inherent Hussainiyat
But from the podium
myopic mindlessness I step-down
An everlasting thought melt down
No Shia cemetery for this body bruised and brown
My body parts all of me pledged to Medicine
My new countdown.
Plain simple humanity and thorns as crown

Drug Addicts of Mahim Beach

Drug Addicts of Mahim Beach
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Thoughtless, depraved humans
Drug addicts on Mahim beach
Trying hard to cling to a reality
Beyond their reach
Life has halted like a brakeless bus
Ear drums bursting screech
Guttural sounds for speech
Bloodsucking society through a breech
Bloated monstrosity encapsulated as leech

Man Made Shadows

Man Made Shadows
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Stalking shadows lurk as he sleeps
Serpentine slithering on his tormented soul creep
On sand dunes of sorrows man as he weeps
Dreams turned to nightmares second hand cheap
He forgot to look before the giant leap
Now he is blogged in deep shit deep

Samjautha Expressed

Samjautha Expressed
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Times of India Feb 20 2007
Headlines Attack on Samjhautha
Midnight blasts in Train to Pakistan.
Kill 67 Lashkar hand suspected

Tragedy of Panipat no less
Peace and a peace process
God is willing but man won’t bless
Bomb blast on the Delhi Lahore Samjhauta Express
Terrorism tearing humanity once again in an Islamic dress
India and Pakistan a game of political chess
How can you have peace when hearts of both nations in a mess
Feelings emotions guilt under duress
“India-Pak peace talks will remain on track “says the Indian press
Whose hand it is you don’t need to guess.
Will we after the Partition ever as humans’ progress
Cross border terrorism a cancerous abscess
Soft pedal pushing won’t bring no success
Each time our sovereignty by hoodlums transgressed
A thought mileage seeking politicians suppress.


Picture of the serial train bomb blast I shot in Mumbai 7/11 at Mahim station

Tongue Twister

Tongue Twister
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God gave me a tongue
Well endowed well hung
Gets me into trouble
When I open my mouth
Words that scream out
Unsung ..
Whiplashed
On a cow dung
Not getting older
Just young
A leak my boat
Has sprung
Hung upside down
Unstrung

Top 500 poets

Top 500 poets
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Sensitized surrealism of a kind
Dead childhood like driftwood bind
Tattered Souls in frail bodies enshrined
Society sodomized sensation less
Should not mind..
Pedestrian thoughts purloined
Turner Road Traffic kids
Color blind..Frontal nudity..
Toddlers learning to walk from behind
As voyeuristic views from a car window unwind
A touch, a feel, a pat, a few coins
back to the humdrum and the grind
pocket less platitudes unlined
beggary art of playing on peoples
base emotions redefined..
sweeping green red orange lights
that this wretched community confined
nothing but remorse more remorse combined
child labor nothing else outlined
puppets on a string held entwined
by the beggar mafia
is all that you find.
a sucked up orange a rotting rind,,
hell hath no fury …
a thoughtless thought divined
little prepubescent girls
mocked and maligned
children of a lesser god
these children showcasing the
worst of mankind ..
selling copies of Midday in the hot sun unkind
Ash and Abhishek Bachchan headlined
Titillating thoughts spellbind
My blog will live forever, unless I delete it
The newspaper to the Raddi confined.
Bloggers park not to mainstream media assigned
Sartorial wordy poem designed
By Firoze Shakir Blogger no1 inclined
Photographerno1… bad grammar
Spelling mistakes galore
Ever moonshined
Among top 500 poets
A streak of poetic intelligence
Determined

Ps
An English racist poet highly concerned
About the sanctity of English poetry
Raped mutilated as it unwinds ….
Disemboweling his hate for brown skinned poets
On austere words of warning he reminds
Write in your own language
Or lose your multicolored mind..