POETRY DIES A MILLION DEATHS

POETRY DIES A MILLION DEATHS
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Literally with the explosion
Of a diwali cracker
That sounds like a fart
Or the rhythmic
Ejaculations
Of masturbative
Remorse on poetry
Posturing as art
Yes all this breaks
Poor poetry’s heart
A window programme
Reluctantly won’t restart
A donkey pushing his own
Apple cart
Yes a thin demarcation line
Between the poet the fool
And the guy who is not smart
Poor poetry metaphorically
Surviving on an artificial heart
With every stupid poem falling apart
Before the demise of a poet
Poetry will depart

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IT TAKES TWO HANDS TO CLAP

IT TAKES TWO HANDS TO CLAP
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For those who sit in luxury’s lap
The poor mans misery
Do not have to map
The poor man born
In captivity
Born in a trap
Every breath
A living mishap
Ye it takes two hands to clap
And a single hand to slap
Wisdom hidden
in second hand scrap
Born as babies
we evolve into white and black
From innocence to tyranny
Our wings we flap
Relationships
that break of in a snap
The criminal roams free
the victim takes the rap
travesty of justice
a system that sucks
the dividing gap
the pretentious wise poet
in a fools cap
as his racist hate
as comments on
a colored mans poem
unwraps

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American Politics

American Politics
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a dog shitting on a picture of bill clinton
the height of American politics
those who live in glass houses
at others must not throw bricks
politics made of few women body parts
and some cocky pricks
each one upto tricks
one or the other
someone’s ass licks
yes all and all
politics is a game
people play on ice
with frozen hockey sticks
get yogic nirvana
and evangelist kicks
keeping blood pressure under
control eating lots of garlic

To All I am is Just Me

To All I am is Just Me
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To All I am is Just Me

I think you need to grow up for the sake of poetry, babes you have to unlearn poetry, grow before you are left stunted in a metaphoric world and don’t throw stones at hovels specially when you live in a fu**ked glass house yourself.. only producing mass poetry does not bring you any close to surrogate motherhood...you are such a fraud Venice Angel.. you need a mind check more than a spell check.
take care
I love your obituaries..
you bring dead souls to life..
my regards to your brain dead soul..deadfully Alive


Mass producing machine
Of senseless thoughts
Posing as pandered poetry
Killing her (poetry)
day by day
Poem after poem
A tragic obituary
Of Poetry
Prematurely
Just being a mother
Nirvana of motherhood
Self denial
Hate racist reviews
Death knell
Of the soul of good poetry
All I am is Just Me
her own enemy
Nothing but a Big Cry Baby
May be
Hey Baby
My words of Wisdom
At your doorstep
Quite freely
to salvage
the last vestige
of the remnants
of stark poetry
as she lies motionless
cold frozen in the poem hunter
mortuary with a tag on a toe
that says paying for the poetic sins
of All I am is Just Me
Finally I am free
from Despair Dishonor
Broken Bleeding Wings
from here back to eternity
love poetry hate racism
on this last note
does agree

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Trade Martin -Sing Along

Trade Martin -Sing Along
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trade martin leads we follow
whatever bitter pill he gives
we swallow
liberal pussy or not
he is one old oak thats not hollow


comment posted on marci mades poem..

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Bollywoods Most Wanted Flickr Photoblogging Whore

Bollywoods Most Wanted Flickr Photoblogging Whore
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Of late Flickr has become snails pace slow
Says Bollywooods Most Wanted Flickr Pro
Firoze Shakir PhotographerNo1
says Flickr has lost its flow
I give your readers free
a thought they should know
a generous society serving
Photoblogging Whore

United We Stand -We are Poemhunter Poets

United We Stand -We are Poemhunter Poets
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google images .,.

gun for shooting plagiarists

Plagued by Plagiarism
Don’t Run
Fight Break your Silence
Just a thought
Your battle is won
Poetry the Ultimate Weapon
Kills more detractors and poet enemies
Than an AK 47 machine gun
Bodies littered for posterity
Says hated the racist baited
Firoze Shakir
Photographerno1
But people who are dimwitted
Trackless shortsighted myopic
Read it as Pornographerno1
Your time to stand up and
Assert your right
Has just begun
Cari Vick
Be a guerilla poet
Pick up the gun
Let’s give those bastards all and each one

united we stand we are poem hunter poets the very best ones

bim bombay boy fuck you

bim bombay boy fuck you
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Ak 47
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor, would
you be mine? Would you be mine?



If you are a neighbor of Ms Faslund I would love to be your neighbor too
trade martin howlin ted sheridan are they next to the house next to you
a house a further away that houses
david hazell, micheal shepherd, goldy locks sean north and few good poets
at poem hunter that on my heart as they grew...
when i was young reading mills and boons and nancy drew, ,
i can hear an australian racist poet saying
bim bombay boy fuck you

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Divinity on the Roof Top

Divinity on the Roof Top
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Mans cubs
Lord Siva
Goddess Durga
Watchful eyes
Of man faithful dog
Embodied
As a pictorial poem
As part of a heart of my blog
Read it the way you see it
Your mind and your soul
clearly seeing through a smog
to understand my street poetry
you don’t need to slog
among thos who racially hate me
are
all i am is just me
tara mc towel
ian bowel
ivan donne arswell
gods child
angel venice
allen james farewell
and top 500 jim hogg
with best wishes
recapitulating hope
from this discolored golliwog

an indian pervert poet letting out a stream of liquid invectives

an indian pervert poet letting out a stream of liquid invectives
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At the poem hunter forum
English bent back tired retired poet comes in search of forum quotes
He spots an Indian pervert poet letting out a stream of liquid invectives
He poetically attuned in bovine surroundings begins taking notes
Poem hunter forum like English countryside lambs sheep and goats
Little rivulets floating paper armadas as boats
And curses for those apostates who became turncoats
Thoughts in the fumy dungeon of my mindless turbulence
As thoughtlessness floats
Democracy by the fools for the fools of the fools
Foolish promises as votes that will remain unfulfilled
As the politician five years of more making
Globe trotting more fornicating black money as notes
The politician gods chosen prophets as people kiss his ass
He gloats..
Every man is a castle who needs interconnecting drawbridges or moats
the world is a simple push button on sleeky remotes