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The Constipated poets of Poem Hunter

The Constipated poets of Poem Hunter
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THE CONSTIPATED POETS OF POEM HUNTER


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Harderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Muchharderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

The groans and moans
They screech and force
Poems out of their bum
No only a single poem
Dripping in gravy
Is only willing to come
A rectal rhapsody
Mate and chum
Constipated poets
Of poem hunter
Beating a hollow drum
We spam poets
Non stop shitting poems
From arsehole to eternity
To kingdom come
Reaching the top
Of a hallowed pinnacle
Is not our agenda or
Part of our income
Tara ra ra rum pump pum
Look leap before you shit and jump




Inspired by Ric S Bastasa
Dedicated to a badly cheesed bit
He almost stark raving mad
Poetically died of a fit
Unfortunately asterisks
As a poem he did shit
moronic dumb
dimwit

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The Constipated poets of Poem Hunter

The Constipated poets of Poem Hunter
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The Constipated poets of Poem Hunter
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THE CONSTIPATED POETS OF POEM HUNTER


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Harderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Muchharderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

The groans and moans
They screech and force
Poems out of their bum
No only a single poem
Dripping in gravy
Is only willing to come
A rectal rhapsody
Mate and chum
Constipated poets
Of poem hunter
Beating a hollow drum
We spam poets
Non stop shitting poems
From arsehole to eternity
To kingdom come
Reaching the top
Of a hallowed pinnacle
Is not our agenda or
Part of our income
Tara ra ra rum pump pum
Look leap before you shit and jump




Inspired by Ric S Bastasa
Dedicated to a badly cheesed bit
He almost stark raving mad
Poetically died of a fit
Unfortunately asterisks
As a poem he did shit
moronic dumb
dimwit

Love poetry H…

“God never made a tougher son of a bitch than me, 'Evel Knievel

“God never made a tougher son of a bitch than me, 'Evel Knievel
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Daredevil Evel Knievel dies after long illness
By Robert Green Fri Nov 30,7: 06 PM ET
ST. PETERSBURG, Florida (Reuters) - Daredevil Evel Knievel, who dodged death in spectacular motorcycle leaps and crashes in a life full of showmanship, died on Friday at age 69, according to his lawyer and a message on his Web site.

'I just spoke with him last night. He seemed to be in good spirits, ' said Knievel's lawyer, Richard Fee, adding he died in the Tampa Bay area of Florida where he recently made his home.
The front page of the tempestuous showman's official Web site - www.evelknievel.com - read simply 'Robert Craig 'Evel' Knievel October 17,1938 - November 30,2007.' The site quickly became inaccessible as it presumably was deluged by hits.
'Anybody can jump a motorcycle, ' he…

The Fruits of the Bodhi Tree

The Fruits of the Bodhi Tree
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Sayings of the Buddha

BETTER than a thousand hollow words is one word that brings peace. [Buddha ]

Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds


We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world


The Four Reliances
First, rely on the spirit and meaning of the teachings, not on the words;
Second, rely on the teachings, not on the personality of the teacher;
Third, rely on real wisdom, not superficial interpretation;
And fourth, rely on the essence of your pure Wisdom Mind, not on judgmental perceptions



Pay no attention to the faults of others,
things done or left undone by others.
Consider only what by oneself is done or left undone

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one getting burned.


Words have the power to both destroy…

LOPOHARA

LOPOHARA
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Member: Emma Zanoria-bastasa


Comment: thank you

LOPOHARA (LOvePOetryHAteRAcism)

indeed you are my soul mate to this site.

MABUHAY
(long Live!)


Love poetry hate racism
Is my battle cry
As I see racist hate
Colored asses fry
English poets
Pederasts
Child molesters
Dickless
Monstrosities
Making a pornographic hell
Of poem hunter poetry site
People who hate poem spammers
Leave aside their names as signature
A single good meaningless poem
They cannot write
Their hate vociferously
To others they subscribe
God save us from this Racist tribe
Our poems give them bad vibes
As they hit us with evil comments
And racist gibes
They force you out
If you don’t pay them poetic bribes
Disabled dishonesty pathetically
In their evil souls imbibed

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The Lion Hearted Poet of Philipines

The Lion Hearted Poet of Philipines
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He is passionate about poetry
He is a great judge of character
Ric S Bastasa
The all loving poet from
The loving land of Philippines
His creative juices
No mental block
Poems keep coming
From the fountainhead of
His spiritual soul
I have seen
Now some may begrudge him
Call him names
Call him a poet spammer
Which is down right mean
But than the jealous
World of poem hunter poets
Behind the scenes
The few cheese bits
One or two has been
Burst their spleen
A poem a day pen pushers
Struggling hard to get one poem
Published
concocted words
emotionless words
White washed
Without any sheen
The grass on the other side
Is as envious as is green
I salute from my Indian heart
This lion hearted poet of Philippines
And a Man who loves
All colored creative poet spammers
The one and only Trade Martin

dedicated to my friend Ric...

Love poetry Hate raci…

Mevlana Festival Konya Turkey I shall go

Mevlana Festival Konya Turkey I shall go
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The ability of the Whirling Dervishes to transfix and entire audience with their ecstatic spiritual energy remains a surprising testament to sometimes ridiculed Islamic mysticism. Every December in a festival commemorating the death of the founder of the Dervish tradition, the Dervishes, also known as the Mevlani Order, perform their traditional dance for the purpose of moving as one with God and transcending the material world.. The festival only occurs once a year, but in Konya, the city where it is held, the combined Mevlevi Museum and Shrine contains tombs of important members of the Order, and also has live performances nearby for the public that miss the Mevlana Festival, so no one will miss out completely. http: //www.thisisthelife.com/en/mevlana-festival.htm

Rumi, Jalal al-Din, Poet / Religious Figure
• Born: 30 September …

Jallianwala Bagh Remembered - A Heinous Racist Act

Jallianwala Bagh Remembered - A Heinous Racist Act
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The Jallianwala Bagh Massacre, also known as the Amritsar Massacre, was named after the Jallianwala Bagh (Garden) in the northern Indian city of Amritsar, where, on April 13,1919, British Indian Army soldiers under the command of Brigadier Reginald Dyer opened fire on an unarmed gathering of men, women and children. The firing lasted about 10 minutes and 1650 rounds were fired, or 33 rounds per soldier. Official (Raj) sources placed the casualties at 379. According to private sources, the number was over 1000, with more than 2000 wounded, [1] and Civil Surgeon Dr. Smith indicated that they were over 1800.[2]
After World War I had ended in 1918 Britain and other imperial powers were weakened. The costs of the protracted war in both money and manpower were staggering. In India, long the jewel in the crown of the British Empire, Indians were restless for independence, having…

A TOAST TO VICTOR OF INDIA

A TOAST TO VICTOR OF INDIA
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victor of india you are true son of the soil..
we will make stew for our Indian hound
which might take a while
wilkinson get ready as his balls we boil..
for every bullet you shoot
you get shot by recoil
go take help from English racist poets and toil
the two are out to take your white ass
on your rectum you better
put mustard oil..
the interior in spite of your reluctant sphincter
we are going to maul and spoil

Andrew Mark Wilkinson RIP

Andrew Mark Wilkinson RIP
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andrew mark wilkinson
poet pervert
poem hunter
cartoon court jester
is not just gay
but also a self confessed pedophiliac
and a child molester
from his evil white flesh
his balls sequestered
on the soul of english poetry
Cancerously his hate for Indians
and niggers that has overblown and festered.
When he chokes on my poems
And dies his body will be cremated
At Leicester wrapped in a winding sheet
Shaped like a condom
Made of flammable polyester
plaese dont shed tears
dear esther
we know he did not pay you for the last screw
this stinghy miser fraudelent con of a confidence
trickster...

FOR VICTOR OF INDIA

POETRY IS DEAD

POETRY IS DEAD
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She could have hung herself from the fan
She could have thrown herself in the River Thames
But she chose to cut herself with a rusty old
Wilkinson Blade they said
Her wrists pouring lava crimson red
Like a running stream she bled
Her cheeks flushed her eyes
Ponds tears
Of aquamarine instead
Yes poetry had killed herself
Poetry in the land of the English Poets
Lay dead
A requiem
An English poet
Had killed English poetry
And into the darkness had fled
Michael Shepherd, David Hazell
TMcH Howlin Dervish
A handful of good English poets
Teary eyed with bowed head
Gathered around her body
Lying motionless at the morgue
No next of kith or kin
Just the marble platform
Serving as her stony bed
Poetry silent among the living Dead

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Complete Arsehole -Andrew Mark Wilkinson

Complete Arsehole -Andrew Mark Wilkinson
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While you have thoughts
about servicing
my old lady
which is alright
as you dont even have a dick
you dickless
testicle less
phenomena
even a hole
in the wall
you would be able to excite
little children yes
you might want to
molest
you English Drag Knight
thousand miles away
to your fucked
imaginations delight
please make
sure your wife opens her legs
when the black chai wala
tea man from Mumbai
pushes it in tight
after all she hates
your little dick
cabonised chalk white
that wears glasses
to find a passage to england
between her legs
pubic diasater
wild mangroves
other side of midnight
as a poet wilkinson
rusty old blades you
suck trying to get up
from blows
you white ant
termite
punks like you
kids in my alley
blindfolded could fight
Andrew Mark Wilkinson
White Unwashed Arsehole Uptight
see your face in the mirror
you ragamuffin