Friday, November 23, 2007


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When a white poet slams another white poet
It really hurts as white poets have hearts
Unlike black robotic poets
Beneath their sweating shirts
White women poets’ promiscuous
Beneath their virginal skirts
Seminal stains have not yet
Reached there only worldly dirt
Poetry hammered beaten
Raped mutilated bruised
As the blood of humanity squirts
Poem Hunter White Poets Mafia
Omerta The Code of Poetic Silence
as it blurts
Hidden among the bushes
A few pederasts and perverts
The pristine poems of colored poets
To racist attacks as it converts
Words hijacked a sentence
It subverts

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His Holiness the Dalai Lama

My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.
Dalai Lama

Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.
Dalai Lama

A Brief Biography
His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso, is the head of state and spiritual leader of the Tibetan people. He was born on 6 July 1935, to a farming family, at the hamlet of Taktser in north-eastern Tibet. At the age of two the child named Lhamo Dhondup was recognized as the incarnation of the 13th Dalai Lama, Thubten Gyatso.
Dalai Lama is a Mongolian title meaning 'Ocean of Wisdom' and the Dalai Lamas are manifestations of the Bodhisattva of Compassion, Chenrezig. Bodhisattvas are enlightened beings who have postponed their own nirvana and chosen to take rebirth to serve humanity.
Education in Tibet
His Holiness began his monastic education at the age of six. At 23 he sat for his final examination in the Jokhang Temple, Lhasa, during the annual Monlam (prayer) Festival in 1959. He passed with honours and was awarded the Lharampa degree, the highest level geshe degree (a doctorate of Buddhist philosophy) .
Leadership Responsibilities
In 1950 His Holiness the Dalai Lama was called upon to assume full political power after China's invasion of Tibet in 1949. In 1954 he went to Beijing for peace talks with Mao Zedong and other Chinese leaders, including Deng Xiaoping. But finally, in 1959, with the brutal suppression of the Tibetan national uprising in Lhasa by Chinese troops, the Dalai Lama was forced to escape into exile. Since then he has been living in Dharamsala, north India, the seat of the Tibetan Government-in-Exile.
Since the Chinese invasion, His Holiness has appealed to the United Nations on the question of Tibet. Three resolutions were adopted by the General Assembly, in 1959,1961 and 1965.
Democratisation Process
In 1963 His Holiness the Dalai Lama presented a draft democratic constitution for Tibet, following this with a number of reforms. However, in May 1990, the radical reforms called for by His Holiness saw the realization of a truly democratic government for the exile Tibetan community. The Tibetan Cabinet (Kashag) , which till then had been appointed by him was dissolved along with the Tenth Assembly of Tibetan People's Deputies (Tibetan parliament in exile) . In the same year, exile Tibetans on the Indian sub-continent and in more than 33 other countries elected 46 members to the expanded Eleventh Tibetan parliament on a Ôone man one vote' basis. The parliament, in its turn, elected new members of the cabinet.
The new democratic constitution promulgated as a result of this reform was named 'The Charter of Tibetans in Exile'. The charter enshrines freedom of speech, belief, assembly and movement. It also provides detailed guidelines on the functioning of the Tibetan government with respect to those living in exile.
In 1992 His Holiness the Dalai Lama issued guidelines for the constitution of a future, free Tibet. In it, he announced that when Tibet becomes free the immediate task will be to set up an interim government whose first responsibility will be to elect a constitutional assembly to frame and adopt Tibet's democratic constitution. On that day His Holiness will transfer all his historical and political authority to the Interim President and live as a ordinary citizen. His Holiness also stated that Tibet comprising of the three traditional provinces Ð U-Tsang, Amdo and Kham Ð will be a federal and democracy.
Peace Initiatives
In 1987 His Holiness proposed the Five Point Peace Plan for Tibet as the first step towards a peaceful solution to the worsening situation in Tibet. He envisaged that Tibet will become a sanctuary Ð a zone of peace at the heart of Asia where all sentient beings can exist in harmony and the environment can restore and thrive. China has so far failed to respond positively to the various peace proposals put forward by His Holiness.
The Five Point Peace Plan
In His address to members of the United States Congress on 21 September 1987, His Holiness proposed the following peace plan, which contains five basic components:
1. Transformation of the whole of Tibet into a zone of peace
2. Abandonment of China's population transfer policy which threatens the very existence of the Tibetan people
3. Respect for the Tibetan people's fundamental human rights and democratic freedoms
4. Restoration and protection of Tibet's natural environment and the abandonment of China's use of Tibet for the production of nuclear weapons and dumping of nuclear waste
5. Commencement of earnest negotiations on the future status of Tibet and of relations between the Tibetan and Chinese people.
Revered By Tibetans
Every Tibetan has a deep and inexpressible connection with His Holiness the Dalai Lama. To the Tibetans, His Holiness symbolizes Tibet in its entirety: the beauty of the land, the purity of its rivers and lakes, the sanctity of its skies, the solidity of its mountains and the strength of its people.
Universal Recognition
His Holiness the Dalai Lama is a man of peace. In 1989 he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for his non-violent struggle for the liberation of Tibet. He has consistently advocated policies of non-violence, even in the face of extreme aggression. He also became the first Nobel Laureate to be recognized for his concern for global environmental problems.
His Holiness has traveled to more than 52 countries and met with presidents, prime ministers and crowned rulers of major nations. He has held dialogues with the heads of different religions and many well-known scientists.
From 1959 to 1999 His Holiness has received over 57 honorary doctorates, awards, prizes, etc., in recognition of his message of peace, non-violence, inter-religious understanding, universal responsibility and compassion. His Holiness has also authored more than 50 books.
His Holiness describes himself as a 'simple Buddhist monk'. In his lectures and tours around the world, his simplicity and compassionate nature visibly touches everyone who meets him. His messages are of love, compassion and forgiveness.

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The Chinese are angry and hopping mad
As His Holiness Dalai Lama
will name his successor they add
They the usurpers who have swallowed his kingdom
His heritage the freedom of his people –vely bad
At Dharamsala a heart of Tibet ticks but is sad
Freedom a birthright
Robbed of her belongings
Scantily clad
But the spirit of humanity
The spirit of the Tibetans
Their hopes their aspirations
A launching pad
Bleeding words
On the Worlds Sketch Pad

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Use Parental Control- before you read me

Use Parental Control- before you read me
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Use parental control

When by the furies
Of your fate
Your seminal insecurity
You splurge in the next hole
Knowing that though you
Are myopic the ladies passage
is not a toilet bowl
Entering n unknown zone
Like a one eyed horny mole
Sometimes ending up
Without much ado
Shooting a self goal
Hand of God
Manos de Dios
Playing the Devils role
A cry of agony
Within the soul of a pole
A fire from her burning hearth
That he stole

Kok Shastra Tantric Lovemaking

Kok Shastra Tantric Lovemaking
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Work is worship
She with her spread legs
Her Moving Grooving
Thunderous hips
Her clitoral curiosity
Your nectar sips
Her panting slanting
Labial lips
Your tumescent
Tetra pod as it
Plunges and dips
A cry of Agony
As her curtains it rips
A frenzy bordering
On a sexual mating madness
As it resounds with every stroke
That she whips
Your world of delight choking you
In satanic serpentine grip
Welcome to Kok Shastra
Tantric lovemaking trip.

dont get woked up!

Interview - The End of America

Interview - The End of America
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I was send this message from

"Rarely do we find men who willingly engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think"

"The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people but the silence over that by good people"

"He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it"

Talk (50 minutes) by Naomi Wolf author of "The End of America: Letter of Warning To A Young Patriot" given October 11, 2007 at Kane Hall on the University of Washington campus. The Interview with Naomi Wolf discussing "The End of America" is available

We the people must realize
end of anything is sadness to the eyes
it is up to us to make our world a paradise
there is so much hidden that does not meet the eyes
a world that is run on sex tapes and lies
while a new child is born another new child dies
a world run by corrupt politicians dictators and spies
goodness dressed as evil in disguise
a message that comes in with no surprise

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Love poetry hate racism -My Friend

Love poetry hate racism -My Friend
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Love poetry hate racism
my friend
Means to a happier end
Mutual coexistence
Black white colored
Discolored multicolored
A pigment quality god sent
Live and let live
That’s what he meant
A short time on earth in transit
See that it’s beautifully spent
Mix and mingle bringing out
Your very best reinvent
Man is nothing but a spoke
In the Wheel of Humanity
Above religion, above caste color
Or Creed don’t forget.
Rules that are made for good intent
A gift created by God
Not a Slave
But Gods own reflection
Free and Independent
A part spiritually wholesome
In its fleshy content

thank you carissa

thank you carissa
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thank you carissa
you walked out into the shadows of your own remorse
what are poetic relationships gone for a toss
this mole of a monster who gathered no moss
you live your life I live mine
each one of us carries our own cross
thank you for giving me a hearing
precious moments as candy floss


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Righteousness is a tightrope
On which we tread
Our self respect our
Freedom of expression
Walking ahead
You don’t have to read me
Or agree or disagree
With what I said
You don’t need to provoke me
You don’t have to teach me
how to live or write poetry
more than you I am read
as a picture as a blog
way ahead
deleted on her heart
but alive kicking
and not so dead
flustered faces
shit on their faces
that turn red
my thoughts
my words
her soul and head
with sweetness
they killed me
bitterly bled
rivers of silence
as my remorse
through my forehead
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
into the ocean of humanity
as it sped making me an enemy
is a foolhardy conquest
even after my death
I will live on Google search
While you relearn
How to repent
You and your racist
Ladies and gent
The law of nemesis
Is a is sword cutting both ways
For Racial breach with
Fraudulent intent


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Forgive me I have been slow
Arthritis pneumonia cough and phlegm
Bodily I have been laid low
Poetically to reach 1000
22 more to go
I had much to plough
To and fro
On your hearts
I shall continue to grow
Trampling the Indian
A knock a hit and a blow
His poetic presence
I shall disembowel
And finally overthrow
Quid pro quo
Blog Goddess
And her menstrual flow
Bioscopewala poet
The carrion crow
Whose ghost
Wont kowtow
Since a long time ago
I wonder why his
Fragmented genius
On me God did not bestow
Me a Poem hunter Pro
Larry Mo and Curly Joe
Defending this little prick
I just cant take it anymore

Ted Sheridan Trade Martin Howlin Dervish saved me

Ted Sheridan Trade Martin Howlin Dervish saved me
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Ted Sheridan Trade Martin Howlin Dervish saved me
By telling me that all white men are not as bad
I thought a few to be.
Even he who passed a verdict what I write is not good poetry
In all humility I say also reads me.
About his poems being read or not being read
Is left to the unborn posterity.
Englishmen are enigmas
Even a genius like Wilde
Was condemned for pederasty
Today they rave and rant revere him
As the God of Aphorisms Plays and Poetry
Racism is not just a white man
Knocking down a black man
Racism is a genetic flaw
Of hating any man
With more talent
With your minds and brains empty
Knocking him so badly
That he becomes a celebrity
Than standing to garland him
To have him sign your autograph book
Sounds quite uncanny
Das Unheimliche
Searching for Sufi wisdom
Lie a needle in a haystack
In every nook and cranny
Write English Read English Think English
With a Heart Hindustani

The Three
Holy Trinity of Poemhunter Poets Godly Pantheon


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Racialism is a cancerous disease
Eating into the soul of man
The body once infected its
Gnawing effect won’t cease
Yes Racialism in poetry
on the increase
The vile nature of man
Doing a strip tease
The slime the sleaze
As he goes about
Destroying the citadels of Peace
His base nature with hatred appease
He hates anyone with whom he disagrees
He and his hooligan friends the matrix of evil
Will destroy what took years to built with
Conniving expertise
Pirates marauders of poetic high seas
The administration should lock them up
Forever in a lunatic asylum of a forum
And throw away the keys..
Eunuchs transgender transvestites
Posing as poets wannabes

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The Hijab

The Hijab
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Muslim women’s volition
Freedom of religious expression
Not a symbol of oppression
Islamic garb of recognition
A garment in the news edition
Everyone want its abolition
Used by the Mullah and the politician
For votes notes as ammunition
To achieve a notoriety of ambition
Also used by the Islamic rhetorician
Some terrorists and jihadis in addition
Use it for sedition
Malika Sherawat
Himesh Reshamiya
The Imam of the Lal Masjid
Wore the Hijab
To sensationalize
their weakened position
from the glares of the media
and their bad skin condition
Some say the Hijab
is a garment of submission
But some want its demolition
Some want to burn it down
With fast and quick ignition
Taslima Nasrin part of this opposition
She is an atheist by her own admission
Muslim hating
dead against all Islamic tradition
Hijab a garment of modesty by definition
To cover up all womanly inhibition

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Original Sin-The Color of Skin

Original Sin-The Color of Skin
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“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

Martin Luther King, Jr. quotes

We are the color red
We are the color white
Beneath our skin
Blood and bones
From head to toe
Much to our chagrin
Yet because he
Is white and I am black
We take hits on our chins
Our wives hitting each other
With rolling pins
Though in reality
We are identical twins
Dividing humanity
On the basis of our skin color
The original sin
Corrupted by pigmentation
We are also corrupted from within

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Man Woman Ungodly Blackmail

Man Woman Ungodly Blackmail
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Man and woman
Parts of a weighing scale
A head between a tale
She feminine frail
He for ever searching
Her holy grail
Travesty of justice
Blinded in love
Seeking silence
In a wail..
Married divorced
The tragedy of a male
And female
For on the outskirts
Lurks the other woman
To add to a lovers travail
Marriages are made in heaven
Is an ungodly blackmail.

nizami rehnumai

nizami rehnumai
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living not loving a mortal crime
against a god and his godlinesss sublime
words romantically infused in rhyme
sweetness mellowing as stolen time
nizamuddin aulia watched by amir khusro
shah ast hussain a silken thread
of a lifetime
breathing pulsating
the walls of khwjah moinuddin chishti
nizami rahenumai
ya ali mushkil kushai
all time.

An Ode To The Khada Parsi

An Ode To The Khada Parsi
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The whole goddamned world passes him by
pigeon shit blocks his eyes
a stubborn sore throat blocks his cries
he lives out living humanity
in a shroud of carbon mono dioxide
Seth Manockjee Cusetjee
An upright Parsi
Founder of the Alexandra Girls institution
Circa 1863 now looks like
A jobless chimney sweeper in disguise
Watches silently a city’s dead conscience
Apathy complacency and demise
A weeping sunset a somber sunrise
The erstwhile Parsi Panchayat
Is busy building towers at
Cusrow baugh
Pleasing Lord Zaratushtra in
Real estate sky rocketing
Mumbai skies
At the feet of this Parsi philanthropist
Families fornicate shit cook
As their seminal stained linen
In a public thoroughfare dries
A malignant tumour
Called municipal franchise
That I love the Khada Parsi
Should not take you by surprise
My adventurous childhood as a MIYA
Got its polish and sheen from
Keith Kanga, Rayomand Framroze
Naval Baria Pesi, Wispi,
Loving and living life full size
Khatau road Panday agiary
Those days no concrete Cuffe Parade sky rise
The Ghaswallas Unwallas
Soda Water Bottle Opner Wallah
All sport crazy Parsi guys..
All Bawi babes thought I was a Parsi too
Firoze hooked nose Muslim bawa baptised
At the Elphinstone College canteen free Rimzim Sosyo
Rasberry squatting like Eliot in the misty archives
Motor cycle Rustom, Dara Cyrus Burjor
Those men in their crazy machines zooming
Near Framroze Court at Marine Drive..
Girlfriend Armaity who ditched me to
Marry Porus lost love letters oh
Love too had a Prize..
So I love the Khada Parsi
Silent spectator battered heritage
Of a community
That boasts Parsi owned
In this case an empty loaded dice.
Parsi Panchayat snoring away
somnolent conscience is all I can surmise
Every time I pass the Khada Parsi
All such shoe laced memories untie

dedicated to Late Keith Kanga of Atomic Forest my childhood friend his mother Gwendolyn father Dossabhai Kanga of New Era Printing Press Worli.
Both his parents had predeceased him.

Mewlana Howlin Dervesh...Round and Round

Mewlana Howlin Dervesh...Round and Round
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Mawlā nā Jalā l-ad-Dī n Muhammad Rū mī [2] (Persian: م و ل ا ن ا ج ل ا ل ا ل د ی ن م ح م د ر و م ی ;) , also known as Mawlā nā Jalā l-ad-Dī n Muhammad Balkhī (Persian: م ح م د ب ل خ ى ;) , but known to the English-speaking world simply as Rumi, (September 30,1207–December 17,1273) , was a 13th century Persian (Tā jī k) [3][4] poet, Islamic jurist, and Hanafi theologian[5]. His name literally means 'Majesty of Religion'; Jalal means 'majesty' and Din means 'religion'.[6] Rumi is a descriptive name meaning 'the Roman' since he lived most parts of his life in Anatolia which had been part of the Byzantine Empire two centuries before.[7]
Rumi was born in Balkh (in present-day Afghanistan) , then a city of Greater Khorasan and died in Konya, Seljuk Empire (in present-day Turkey) . His birthplace and native language/local dialect indicates a Persian heritage.[8] His poetry is in Persian and his works are widely read in Iran, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan and in translation especially in Turkey, the US, and South Asia. He lived most of his life in, and produced his works under the Seljuk Empire.[9] After Rumi's death, his followers founded the Mevlevi Order, better known as the 'Whirling Dervishes, ' who believe in performing their worship in the form of dance and music ceremony called the sema.
Rumi's importance is considered to transcend national and ethnic borders. Throughout the centuries he has had a significant influence on Persian as well as Urdu and classical Ottoman Turkish literatures. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world's languages in various formats, and BBC News has described him as the 'most popular poet in America'.[

He died on December 17,1273 in Konya; Rumi was laid to rest beside his father, and a splendid shrine, the Yeş il Türbe 'Green Tomb') , was erected over his tomb. His epitaph reads:
'When we are dead, seek not our tomb in the earth, but find it in the hearts of men.'[15]

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Boundless energy in each step found
A whirling howling dervish going round and round
Round and round round and round
At Poem hunter poets burial ground
Poetically profound as he steps
On each racist mound
The same poets when alive
Dark skinned poets had kicked around
Forgotten living among worms
Being chewed eaten love and hate
On the rebound
A whirling howling Dervish
Choreographing pain astute knowledge
For his fairness sense of justice
Much renowned
To Mevlana Rumis teachings bound
Flying his feet above the ground
Wings of Wisdom silence
Held captive in seamless sound
All are born equal through
His Sufi poems he expounds

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Neighbors envy Owners Pride

Neighbors envy Owners Pride
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Walking the footsteps
Of his father
This young man
A street performer
Trying to do as much as he can
Delhi station
His unmeasured wingspan
Dreams of Bollywood
Part of his cosmic plan
Neighbors envy owners pride
Delhi s own
Uncle King Sharukh Khan

Political Street Performers

Political Street Performers
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street perfomers at delhi station you will find
a more better display in the parliament
peep in through the
countrys political venetian blind
fisticuffs no thought for the
nation as ministers
take turns to unwind
progress is matter
overtaking mind from behind