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The poem hunter forum has a god

The poem hunter forum has a god
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The poem hunter forum has a god
A satrap called Trade Martin
To enter his poetic kingdom
The poem hunter forum
You have to commit some sin
Some you lose some you win
Your good deeds you can throw
Them away in pussy wussy
Recycling bin
Trade Martin God has an assistant
Called Mother Tara Mc Towlin
She keeps poetic records
Of your rights and wrongs
For your next of kin
She also hates
Saint Jefferson Carter
Would love to hit him
With a rolling pin
To assist her in the hierarchy
You have a set of identical twins
Angel Venice
All I am just me
Who hate poets with missing foreskin
Specially if they are Indians
With measly colored brown skin
On his birthday they sent him a grenade
Without the safety pin
He survived much to their chagrin
This is a nonsensical poem
A hymn at the poem hunter altar
You read it from within

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Saddam in Hell

Saddam in Hell
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Searching for a good soul of a needle
In a haystack
Yes from hell that is over packed
He will be back
This is truth and not a wise crack
Basic amenities
Hell does lack
No air-conditioning
No power supply
No water supply
To back track
Raise your democratic voice
You get a republican whip lash
You get angry you teeth gnash
Your neighbor
Incidentally Saddam Hussain
With a deep neck gash
A seat in Heaven he could not buy
With all his cash
He waits for company
A bush a blair
In a dump
On a mound
of a political hell trash
with a vengeance that their balls
he will smash
their conjoined heads bash
their buttocks kisses from his lash

Aaj Ki Taza Khabar

Aaj Ki Taza Khabar
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1
These are children that sell newspapers in the hot sun, another form of child labor, we all see but nothing can be done about is newspapers are the conscience of our sucked up society.. for those who dont know Hindi -Aj ki Taza Khabar means Todays Good News..

Selling a no1 newspaper
A split open wide
Pain and disgust
Of mainstream media
A mindless poverty
That my Blog does deride
Yes at the traffic signal
Beggar hopes compromised
Page 3 Mumbai Mirror
Bombay Times
Read Ash Abhishek
More stories inside
Samjautha Express
Deewana station
Its people , peoples hopes
Butchered pieces
A peace and a peace process
That also died .
A pain with more accusations
Counter accusations
Both nations in their belligerence
Cannot hide
Read about Liz Hurley
Our new White Mem and Bahu
Our own Marine Drives pride
The Queens New Necklace
A new brooch tied
Have to move on to my new picture
Green light spied
Thank you MSM
For a nice bumpy ride…

YES PSYCHOTIC BITCH I AM PORNOGRAPHER NO1

YES PSYCHOTIC BITCH I AM PORNOGRAPHER NO1
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I write pictures and shoot poems
Bollywoods most wanted favorite son
Admirer of Rebel Poet Mr. Jefferson
Who is poem hunter’s number one
Psychotic bitch with hate
home grown and home spun
you love to insult humiliate poets
you fat overgrown chicken 100 ton
shooting your potty pouted mouth
through a rusty machine gun
miss swollen headed attitude
unpoetically
on the run who loves
to take a dig and poke fun
give a penny take a penny
howlin hot cross bun
you will soon be history
you and your inane poems
including one of mine
that you have copied and pasted
of this pornagrapherno1
you your band of impotent
dysfunctional arsewells
one by one
trying hard to get it up with a crane
under the poem hunter midnight sun
1000 poems far away unhatched eggs
vying for attention in a chicken run

I was deflowered by my poetry teacher in school

I was deflowered by my poetry teacher in school
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I was deflowered by my poetry teacher in school
She said, lasciviously
Utterly butterly
Vigorously rigorously
remembering the bloody fool
Who now is happily married to a pretty boy in Instanbul
The pretty boy a harems delight is known as Eunuch Abdul
Cut to the poetry school her teacher
Who had taught her Keats, Amichai Neruda
While he humped her with his poetic tool
While the best of her looked up at him
From the stodgy stool
Poetry a medium a metaphor wetting her insides
As she drooled
This fast learning student
Was fast learning
Breaking rules
A weeping menstrual towel
Stuck in a swimming pool
And horny poetry teacher
Clitoral claustrophobia
Unlocking the petals
For the stolen jewel
Oh sweet nostalgia
Lost memories
A vaginal monologue
Can be so cruel
Clinging to a phallic straw
While being swept
Away in a whirling
Whirlpool

The Racist Family Tree

The Racist Family Tree
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From the hate filled roots in the soil of humanity
Branches that have heads hanging in shame
The racist family tree
Lynching a punishment
For all to see
The white mans gift to his
Posterity..
The war of the supremacy
Of races based on color
Caste creed ethnicity
Great men
Martin Luther King Jr
Mahatma Gandhi
Gave their lives
To end this human atrocity
But a legend of
Mans hate for man
Continues unfalteringly
Killing maiming raping
Brutalizing continuously
Beneath layers hiding its
Evil serpent head inconspicuously
Festering fetid fraternity
Whites blacks browns
The entire gamut of calumny
Hitting one or the other community
Man the most intelligent
Of Gods creation
Playing God
Destroying
The planet
His priority
With megalomaniacal
Insanity
the black man in fetters
manacles and chains
justice liberty inequality

World Diabetes Day- Nov 14

World Diabetes Day- Nov 14
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ALL I AM IS JUST ME

ALL I AM IS JUST ME
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All I am is just me
Her poetic lunacy
Suffering from genetic
Cystic breast, cerebral carcinoma
And sexually transmitted disease
Killing healthy full blooded
Indians poets with a premature obituary
If this is not racial hate what else can it be
Sweetheart dumb bitch you need a
Quick visit to a mental lunacy
All tied up in a strait jacket
Electric shots and essential lobotomy
Yes god’s unfortunate child
Angel Venice or whatever you want to be
You are a curse to good poetry
Along with Tara Fake Towel
Liberal pussy hater who
Loves my pornography
Yes Goldy Locks is a better poet than thee
Now back to All I am is just me
An alley bitch sucking up
Strangers on her knees
Hispanics Chinese Japanese
Assorted circus dwarves and Sudanese
She and her poetic pastoral sleaze
Nothing but a frustrated
Sexless cock tease
Masturbating memories
A finger dipped in grease
With sliding movements expertise
Some poeticall…

SHUT THAT BITCH UP

SHUT THAT BITCH UP
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WHY DONT YOU FIND A BETTER
PLACE CLOSER HOME TO SHIT
YOUR DEFECATING COMMENTS
DON’T MAKE ME HAPPY ANY BIT
YOU AND YOUR MOVEABLE TOILET KIT
VENICE ANGEL THAT YOU
ARE A MAD BITCH
YOU DON’T NEED TO ADMIT
YOU AND YOUR KIND
WHITE RACISTS WONT QUIT
TO A LUNATIC ASYLUM
YOU MUST GO AND RE-ADMIT
LICKETY SPLIT
YOU KNOW POETICALLY
YOU ARE MENTALLY UNFIT

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Goldy Locks -Love You Gutsy Lady

Goldy Locks -Love You Gutsy Lady
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What she is you can never be
All burnt out and only 23
Miss Attitude juvenile delinquent
Demagogic deity
Goldy Locks a divine goddess
A poetic beauty
Where as you
A psychotic bitch high and mighty
Posting personal messages
Impropriety
Jefferson Carter
Whatever his political views
Is an eminent poet a poem hunter
Iconoclast and more superior
To your pedestrian piety

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Poverty a Happiness ... Money cant buy.

Poverty a Happiness ... Money cant buy.
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1
at the traffic signal
little girl her pet kitten
wave people good bye..
but first they give her a few coins
her innocent smile
that wont milk them dry
Poverty a Happiness ... Money cant buy.
precious pearl of a tear
hidden like an oyster
in the ocean of her eye

Shivas 3rd eye

Shivas 3rd eye
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1
Vehicular traffic
Goes past
Man an island
On a hand cart
His destiny
His incomplete journey
His son
Will plot
Erase the black spot
Of his life’s fucked lot
This picture
For his son
I shot
Street poetry
On dot
An instruction
Manual
Of unlearning photography
For newspaper photo journalist
who seeing pictures
from their inner aperture of lens as soul
forgot
shivas third eye
we have
but with our two human eyes blot

A Blogger who flew over a Cuckoos Nest

A Blogger who flew over a Cuckoos Nest
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They were from America
Alaska, Philadelphia,
California,
Another side of midnight
Called Wild West
He was from the East
He became a part of their
Online sharing scaring
Pairing and Zest
He joined them on request
A mature site
he was surely impressed
he fell in love the first time
a heart in Alaska
he was almost possessed
she was willing to marry him
WFS..Xris Taylor knows the rest
But things went sour
He called it off
At his wife’s behest
She did not want to play second fiddle
To a second wife
Made in America
She would divorce him
She did protest
Than he fell heel over head
Madly obsessed
With a Blog Goddess
An Epic conquest
Only in his head
In his megaflop maniac mind
I hate to suggest
Poem after poem
She was remembered and blessed
She did love him
She never confessed
She had a soft corner for this Shia Thug
Her inner thoughts she suppressed
Than one day lightning struck
His enemies his popularity…

You live in Glass houses Dont You?

You live in Glass houses Dont You?
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They the spiritual thekedars bent back bones
They the spiritual contractors
of our faith fire and brimstone
They who live in glasses houses
our houses love to hail stone
houses that don’t belong to them
but yet feel its their own
misguiding people , the ummah
that they clone
let me tell you
your sticks your stones won’t break our bones
sending chain mail on mobile phones
hatred that has new ring tones
misplaced spirituality how it groans
driving away sanity as it drones
one day you too will be lying
undiscovered
among unmarked tombstones
no peace no headstone
you corrupt body eaten by worms
turning limestone
my thoughts my hurt bemoans
mere skulls and no cross bones
Farewell city of my birth
Adab tahzeeb tolerance
Mere decadence..no milestones
With a pain of his accidental
Birthright he disowns

Stick No Bills

Stick No Bills
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Don’t make mountains of mole hills
Banished from trembling doors
Weeping vaporless window sills
Don’t make babies take your pills
Protected sex shoot don’t spill
Where there is a spirit there is a will
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Turns out Jack is a homosexual
He wants Bill,,,
Jill well she is in tears
Still on the hill
If beggars were horses she would kill
No silly not Jack only Bill
Or is Jack jacking Bill on the hill
A pail of water and some chill
Street poetry no writing skill
Just pictures please
On my multi colored posterior
Don’t stick bills
For dehydrated suffering souls
Who will have to wait until
You discover
More than me you are mentally ill.
A lunatic asylum unpaid bill