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Dalai Lama May Name Own Successor

Dalai Lama May Name Own Successor
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The Dalai Lama gestures during a speech in Ottawa during his visit in late October.
(Fred Chartrand/Canadian Press)

Dalai Lama May Name Own Successor
Posted Nov 20,07 6: 48 PM CST in World

Source: Associated Press (newser) – Fearful that the Chinese will influence the process, the Dalai Lama says he may break with Tibetan tradition and choose his own successor, the BBC reports. For centuries, senior Buddhist officials have searched for a child born around the time the previous Dalai Lama died. 'If China selected my successor after my death, the people of Tibet would not support him, ' he said. • China has intervened before: When the Dalai Lama selected the Panchen Lama, the second-most-important Tibetan figure, Beijing detained the boy and installed a pro-China replacement. The Dalai Lama, believed by Tibetans to be a reincarnation o…


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Thank you english man

willkinson rusty old blade
stiff upper lip stiff shirt
ouch your defeated angst
as a pedestrian poet you blurt
welcome change to your style of poetry
you are not only a racist but a child pervert
you and your kind i hope
dont have children
because that would really hurt
your poetic thoughts on my daughter
when on your daughter and son it reverts
hitting on your face
the muck and dirt
you are english
no doubt about it
your colored neigbors
you must alert
that thought you
can’t eat home made stuff
you do have little children
for dessert

andrew mark wilkinson you are such a bad loser...your parents really did a bad job with you old chap

Lady Poet No 1

Lady Poet No 1
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There is a Lady Poet
She is not as yet
Poem hunters Number One
But she is inching her way
Towards dreams that she has spun
Stats and More Stats obsessed
This Lady checks out her
Positioning among the
Favorite Poets of the World
One by one
Than she checks her status
Among the Top 500
World Dead and Alive poets
Good Morning
Her day has just begun
Chirpiness kept fresh
By her lackey sweet sunshine sun
Her day is not yet at done
Google searching her name
To see nothing harsh is written
About her from a poet on the run
Giving her support comfort
A hogshead full of pun
A glass of sherry
Revive the animus
Celebrity status
She can’t shun
But she keeps
Us all happy
Including this
Pedestrian poet
Son of a gun


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Pussy fat pussy fat Where have you been
I went to India to get my fat pussy
Fucked by a bull hung like a elephants trunk
And very obscene
As my own American boyfriend
Was a Cock sucking drag a closet Queen
Fred and Ed who fucked me at the age of thirteen
Gave me Aids the mother fucking dickheads on Halloween
I also made love to the Dyke Kathleen and slept
With her hairy sister Maureen
I also went down on my College Dean
But the Indian Bull his disgorging member
In between
Was the most memorable fucking machine
Bursting my spleen a thousand times better
Fuck than the Great Dane that had the face of Idi Amin
Fucking me high and dry in the
College canteen
I also got fucked by an American Marine
He fucked me with his thumb as
His cock was so small it could not be seen
The mother fucker is doing time in Iraq
Cleaning latrines


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There is a strange streak of viciousness
Running in the bloodstream of some
Poets at poem hunter dot cum
A streak of hate
A streak of mischief
A streak of racist viciousness
I don’t know
Where it came from
They think poem hunter
Is their fiefdom
Every other poet is a sitting duck
Whose colored ass needs to be strummed
So from their glass houses they
Stone brick houses these yobos hobos
Street bums poetically zilch dead dumb
They want to covet other people’s wives
When their on wives are hungry
Getting her daily bread
From the bakers son..
Every bit of seminal crumb
Now this is holy truth
Razor sharp
Rusty old blades
Don’t want to hear
Be silent keep mum.
The agony of sealed lips
With chewing gum

Love poetry Hate racism

Boycott Beijing 2008

Boycott Beijing 2008
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Free Tibet
Free it from Slavery
Free it from Oppression
Free it from Chinese Hate
Boycott Beijing 2008
Tears on the Soul of the Homeless
Or it will be too late
In your collective hands
Lies their Fate
World Opinion
Dialogue Debate
Let the fresh winds of Freedom
Flow through its gate
Tibet the Tibetan Home State

His Holiness the Dalai Lama-Om Mani Padme Hun

His Holiness the Dalai Lama-Om Mani Padme Hun
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'There is not a single aspect of the eighty-four thousand sections of the Buddha's teachings which is not contained in Avalokiteshvara's six syllable mantra 'Om Mani Padme Hum', and as such the qualities of the 'mani' are praised again and again in the Sutras and Tantras.... Whether happy or sad, if we take the 'mani' as our refuge, Chenrezig will never forsake us, spontaneous devotion will arise in our minds and the Great Vehicle will effortlessly be realized.'
Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
- Heart Treasure of the Enlightened Ones

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With ruthlessness
With aggressiveness
Chinese Imperialistic Hegemony
His Homeland steals
His Holiness the Dalai Lama
A homeless man for the homeless feels
Free Tibet a slogan on the face of
The o…

Love Music Hate Racism

Love Music Hate Racism
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Bicycles That Carry Powerful Beats, and Even a Rider or Two

Published: November 29,2007
A new biker gang is roaming the streets of Richmond Hill, Queens. This crew of mostly teenagers can be seen riding along 103rd Avenue just west of the Van Wyck Expressway. The bikes roar, but the booming sound has nothing to do with engines — because there are no engines. They are ordinary bicycles, not motorcycles, although these contraptions look and sound more like rolling D.J. booths. They are outfitted with elaborate stereo systems installed by the youths.

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A mark of ignominy shame
Racial slur to trade
Poetically speaking
Seeking upgrade
Made in England
Wilkinson Rusty Old Blade
Gets cut bleeds begins
Indian hating tirade
If you don’t know swimming
in Indian shallow waters you should
not wade..
the toothless Indian Alligator
when he opens his mouth
all your efforts put paid
so next time think twice
if it is not your call
your colored neighbors house
because of your wife’s
sexual shortcomings
don’t try to raid
get yourself
a new wife
or replace your nurse made
Great poets and Poetry
Made in England
But Indian drivel
Like Indian Curry Masala
Pungent spicy
Indigenously home made
But Indian food
Your doctors forbade
Your diabetic condition
Your heart and kidney problem
Don’t seem to fade
Don’t make enemies
Don’t provoke colored poets
Change your Trade
Take it easy mark your
Territory don’t b…

'Calling you stupid would be an insult to stupid people'

'Calling you stupid would be an insult to stupid people'
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'Calling you stupid would be an insult to stupid people'
Amberlee Spurling racist quote a needle and a broken thread

Wisely said you write poems with a brainless head
Only hate for Indian people hate for India with your brain so dead
I pity that Indian guy you did bed who left you unsatisfied
To milk his cow on his cycle he sped
Leaving you panting your
Swollen finger and a thirsty hungry bedspread
Your hate for Indians understandable unsaid
But they say you were also jilted by Ed and Fred
Who gave you Aids before they fled

Love poetry Hate racism


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To call Amberlee Spurling stupid
Would be insult to animals
That walk on four
This American Racist White Supremacist whore
If she dared to say what she has said in India
The Indians would give her belly full
She would keep begging for more
Between her legs a passage to the main sewer
Racism exists in poetry people
Like Amberlee Spurling and others like her
Are responsible for

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Bubba is a relationship nickname formed from brother, given to boys to indicate their role in the family, especially the oldest male sibling. For some boys and men, bubba is used so pervasively it replaces the given name. The nickname may also be used outside the family by friends as a term of affection.
Because of its association with the southern part of the United States, bubba is often used outside the South as a pejorative meaning low economic status and limited education. The term 'bubba' may also be taken to mean one who is a 'good ol' boy' who has difficult business and social relationships due to his self-absorbed outlook on life. In the US Army and Marines, bubba can mean a lay soldier, similar to grunt but with connotations of endearment instead of derision. For example 'Can you make that device easier to work, 'cus every bubba is gonna hav…

Ray Lucero

Ray Lucero
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ray lucero you are a white man
with a heart of black gold..
above all poets your wisdom
I respect and behold
if all other poets in your wisdom mold
racism in poetry could be put on hold..
a new dawn a new poetic peace unfold

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Racism is Kicking and Alive

Racism is Kicking and Alive
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Racism is on the Rise

Racial superiority is a mere pigment of the imagination. ~Author Unknown

Be nice to whites, they need you to rediscover their humanity. ~Desmond Tutu

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.... I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. ~Martin Luther King, Jr

One day our descendants will think it incredible that we paid so much attention to things like the amount of melanin in our skin or the shape of our eyes or our gender instead of the unique identities of each of us as complex human beings. ~Franklin Thomas

Racism is Kicking and Alive
On the Rise
And at poetry websites
A money making enterprise
Hidden beneath layers
Of lofty poems
No surprise
Sound of colored
Alien poetry
With hars…


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Using the word nigger
Was to tell
You that is what you
Your missus
Think of us as
Blacks and browns
Yes I deliberately
Used that word
You and your kind of
Arseholes to denounce
I knew you dumb head
Would fall for it and pounce
You pathetic English Racist poet
That you read my poem
In entirety not just bits and ounce
I wanted to the
Entire poetry world announce
I don’t even have to use mind skills
For devilish dickheads like you
To trounce
Go live happily
Married to Racist Hate
Man and wife
I pronounce
Wilkinson rusty old blade
Bleeds when a Fuck word
Firoze Shakir
he does mispronounce