' i attempt to be poetically decent. '

' i attempt to be poetically decent. '
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”i ain't got no enemies.

i write poems. i don't anymore shoot guns”

i attempt to be poetically decent.

i don't post to damage or hurt someone's feelings.

i just write poetry.

i accept criticism... as well as, the praise.

i'd rather 'have' the criticism


message from a gun slinger poet my reply

you don’t write poems
you pathetic creature
grounded in you calumnious hate
you shoot guns and drive
good poets away
forceful indecent evictions
a drug like high
reminiscent of your early
smoking state
because you consider yourself the god of poetry
the rest brotherhood of colored poets third rate..
your hollow words like you in absolutely bad taste
very soon for a drive in a hearse you too will go post haste

I have decided to ignore

I have decided to ignore
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I have decided to ignore
All boulders brickbats
With which they hit
My black and brown
Posterior that won’t open its doors
From poet pimps and pimps turned poet whores
Straw man with voodoo needles sticking all over
Computerized confusion bodily sores
Forceful eviction without any poetic remorse
Putrid fallow vomit gushing from the mouth
Of a leprous horse of course
I have decided to ignore
What I am not me who shits
Hate filled poetry doing her domestic chores
I have decided to ignore all culinary
Recipes written by poetic bores
Hitler like attitude Heil Poetry
As Hate on Black asses gets bad to worse
I have decided to stay away from
A sewer called poem hunter form..
No more visits like before
One hand clapping echoless encores

Rape hate & racism

Rape hate & racism
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Is not what she means to say
Lady poets and their duplicitous word play
For the sins of her forefathers
The killing of a White Messiah
The black man and his children
Have to pay
Singing Hallelujah
In the plantations of despair
Whippings lynching brandings
A few more bullets to spare
Yes we are among the Top 500
Poem hunter
Racist poets they declare
Rip the soul of colored poets
who tell the truth
With frivolity fun and fanfare

Love poetry Hate racism

THE EXODUS

THE EXODUS
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Garbage in the form of poetic hate
At poem hunter is recycled poetry
Comments that hit below the belt
Hate messages in the inbox
Forced many a weaker
Members to flee
All exiting with tears of agony
They don’t criticize just a poem
But the poets entire family tree
They beat him mercilessly
Bringing him down to his knees
With what they say about his
Poems his style its content
He must always agree
Whether he is a colored man
Or an Englishman Taafee
Who had promised me not
To use his name but
He was a good man I can see
He left in disgust
Because of hooliganism
Vigilantism of Poet Hunter
A certain section of poets
And their vengeful depravity
Firoze this aint poetry
Coming from a hallowed
Abusive mouth slimy
His name on the lips
Of departing poets
An Exodus from poetry land
a poetic travesty
Than another salvo of hate
Shakir saved me
An epitaph growing on a tombstone
From a High Wycombe cemetery
Of a white poet messiahs
Pride conceit arrogance and vanity
Against colored poets and colored poetry
Love Poetry from the Hate of Racism
We have to Free

Racism is a game the racists like to play

Racism is a game the racists like to play
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Racism is a game the racists like to play
Where with one stroke
Human dignity
Human righteousness
Human feelings and emotions
They love to slay
A demon even if you exorcize it
Will again come as a sequel
In a human theatre to play

Love poetry Hate racism

Elysabeth Faslund Please Grow Up

Elysabeth Faslund Please Grow Up
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Who are you to dictate to me what I write.
Whether I write crap, or Hitler or Ku Klux Klan
Whether I write about my dick or my prick or
Menstrual musings or seminal soliloquy or vagina monologue.
That is my poetic prerogative and poetic fredom of expression so stop stalking my
already bruised ass with your nail clawing comments
It hurts badly being your birthday I thought you must have grown up by now after remaining 58 for two years. I have blocked you as poetry spam; don’t cut paste my poetic wisdom on the toilet seat of poem hunter community toilet as grafitti...
Stop racial profiling me pick another softer target

Warm Greetings
Happy Birthday..
Pedestrian Poet of India
New Grandfather

Marziya Shakir

Marziya Shakir
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From the Doorstep of Princess Fatima
The Daughter of the Holy Prophet
A Blessing as a gift they received
They named her *Marziya Shakir
A dropp of a tear of Karbala they retrieved
A living poem from their young love conceived
Asif and Arizah proud parents much relieved
They had Faith and in the fruition of Faith they believed
Dreams that in their togetherness they had weaved

*Marziya is one of the names of Lady Fatima Daughter of the Holy Prophet
Mother of Imam Hassan and Hussain.Wife of Hazrat Ali Ibn Talib.
She was born this morning 5am Nov 24 2007.
As she is barely 2.3 lbs she has been kept in the intensive ward for observation.
This is my eldest son Asif Shakir’s first child.
Asif is a Web Designer.

Today is also Guru Nanak’s birthday.

Keep Quiet

Keep Quiet
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If the White Poet kicks your ass
Keep Quiet
If the White Poet takes your ass
Keep Quiet
Because the White Poet is
Gods Gift to Poetry
Keep Quiet
Because the White Poet
Is a better poet than you
Keep Quiet
If the White Poet lights a Bonfire under your Ass
Keep Quiet
Even the White Poet on a Wheel Chair
Runs better than you
Keep quiet
You are Black
Don’t ever forget your status
Keep Quiet
You were born to crawl and mess the floor
Eat your own shit
Keep Quiet
Write poetry in your own language
For Heavens Sake
Keep Quiet

Poetry Thugs

Poetry Thugs
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Silence is golden
Speech is molten brass
Each time
You poetically open your mouth
The Hounds of Baskerville
The Greyhounds of America
The Demented Dingoes from Australia
Go for your multi colored ass
Those who pose as poetic pedagogic
Pompous personalities pimping
Poetry as hate bottled as
Liquefied petroleum gas
They the degenerates
Poetry Thugs
Of the Abu Gharaib
Poem hunter forum
Indian prisoners love
To harass
Killing his poetry
And the poet
With poisonous nerve grass
Beneath his bare feet
Taunting his testicular fortitude
An Albino snake in the grass
Moral turpitude to surpass

Racism hurts them whom the cap fits

Racism hurts them whom the cap fits
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If from the innocence of the soul of
Poetry a hate filled parasite called racism
You don’t dredge
Between the white man and the black man
Inseparable wedge
Cacophony of disgruntled sounds
In an auction like environment
Of morality under the hammer
Going over the edge
Even those who were friends
Who once taught you to fly and fledge
Now a coven of witch like foes
Wizards of Oz boulders sledge
Love poetry Hate racism
My solemn poetic pledge
the gateway to supreme Knowledge
Racism hurts them
Whom the cap fits
A truth that need not
Tell lies or allege
A bet you don’t
Need to hedge
Black and White
bound by a single color red
bleeding on the soul of humanity
that the racist fiend
wont acknowledge

Love poetry Hate racism

OVER THE LEDGE

OVER THE LEDGE
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I hang from my balls over a ledge
Luckily they taught to me love all
And not hate in college
ladies were born empty headed
from men had to take knowledge
yes racism exists in poetry
I can say firmly and not just allege
Walking blindly foreahead bleeding
bare feet on a Razors Edge

To Ted Sheridan