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Death Cant Kill Those Who Are Living Dead

Death Cant Kill Those Who Are Living Dead, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 209,283 items / 1,719,767 views

the rich
mans god
gives them
their daily bread
these
under
nourished
under fed
on the path
of misery
over spread
disease
pestilence
bleeding red
a gravestone
beneath
their sleeping
head death
walks over them
but softly treads
keeps them alive
moves ahead
corroded flesh
souls made
of lead
the roads
without
pillows
serves
as bed
pain
remorse
despair
their home
instead

to susan ratcliff
trey ratcliff
my world of pain

Racist Eunuch Poets Encore

Racist Eunuch Poets Encore, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. racist eunuch poets galore
lets tear this black mambas
testicles they swore
lets make him a eunuch
said one English boar
lets sodomize his poetry
in a sing song voice
said a barbie whore
lets kick his brown butt
show him the door
said a crochety
English rabid poet
while he snored
loose bowel
his sphincter tore
defending him
a howlin scored
venomous hate from
the fangs of draculean
demons
as it out poured
his hands
his unflinching
shia faith
a weeping sword
an indian leopard
in his lair
ya hussain
he roared

"The Dirgah of Firoze Shakir"

"The Dirgah of Firoze Shakir", a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
>>>>>>> A LINE FROM FIROZE >>>>>>>>


The Dirgah of Firoze Shakir

You are the one person who has always kept me alive like a Unholy Saint of Poem Hunter

Love you All
Take Care

my grand daughters site


marziyashakir.blogspot.com/


nerjisasifshakir.com
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Have a good day, one butter than yesterdays. Salam

Fight for Firoze in PH Forum

The Dirgah of Firoze Shakir, Support Freethinking and Creativity

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thank you howlingly
your love I echo
being kicked out
without being given a reason
hurts me so
the victim is punished
the racists of a poetry forum
running freely
to and fro
yes hate
is what makes
hate gr…

Firoze Shakir Poet Has Aged

Firoze Shakir Poet Has Aged, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. she whom he loved
has flown the coop
a cosmic heart
where she was caged
she is happily married
her life upstaged
although
many years back
he had deleted her
from his fucked
consciousness
he raged
trying to get
her back violently
a war of emotions
he waged
he grew wiser
wounds scars
time has assuaged
firoze shakir poet
incorrigible bachelor
had gracefully aged

A Poets Dream World Never Dies

*~* WITHOUT OUR DEAR FIROZE WE SHALL ALL GROW OLD AND GAY *~*

*~* WITHOUT OUR DEAR FIROZE WE SHALL ALL GROW OLD AND GAY *~*, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. *~* WITHOUT OUR DEAR FIROZE WE SHALL ALL GROW OLD AND GAY *~*
poem by Howlin Dervesh at Poem Hunter


For the want of an 'r'
Our lives have
Or may
Change somewhat.

With out 'r' we
Could never be Rude
only ude
Ude is my new word for today

As we get old and gay
And prance in the ude
Looking far from ude
As today may say

HOWLIN' DERVISH











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Thad Wilk (12/16/2007 7:03:00 PM)
Nice write Howlin! Short and sweet! Vendi, Vidi, and i enjoyed your write!




Ray Lucero (12/16/2007 2:16:00 PM)
Uday Howlin,

As President 'Tricky Dick' Nixon once said;
'You won't have me to kick…

Khushi Is My Hijra Muse

Khushi Is My Hijra Muse, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 172,640 items / 1,345,465 views

a beggar poet
who shoots
the marginalized
disfranchised
bodily used
misused
a million times
battered bruised
as refuse
on the soul
of wretched
humanity
as they cruise
to be what
they want to be
a path they choose
the god man
the bigot
the racist
on the hijra
his venom spews
fucked society
sanctimonious
watches amused
the hijra victim
co accused
raped sodomized
common news
no excuse
so in such
a chaotic situation
my hijra poetry
gives the hijra
his honorable due
khushi is my
chosen muse
a transgendered
truce
neither man
nor woman
report abuse

You guys must check out Google+

You guys must check out Google+, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 209,283 items / 1,719,570 views

posted at Indi Bloggers Forum

This is a great place for nerds geeks photographers poets and budding artists , I have some great folks in my circle.. and I am learning I dont want to drop names but I have two great guys Robert Riedl Robert Scobel who give great inputs on almost every topic close to blogging..photography and cyberspace ..they swear by Google+

Great photographers too and though I moved out of Facebook for personal reasons I have never had the urge as yet to go back..

Both my grand daughters are at Google+ have the Dalai Lama Marc Zuckerburg including their god father Renie Ranvin in their circles ..

Try it out ..you wont be disappointed but dont expect it to be Facebook it is not.. it is a place of accumulating knowledge wisdom call it what you may..

I Shoot What Others Refuse To Shoot

I Shoot What Others Refuse To Shoot, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 209,282 items / 1,719,547 views

walking barefeet
in the blazing sun
as a messenger
of peace and photography
i shoot what others
refuse to shoot
i shoot not to make money
i shoot not to be famous
or a celebrity in humility
are my roots i shoot
whores in redlight cages
hijras beautiful hirsute
i shoot beggars malangs
rafaees the devdasis
manhole gutter cleaners
dying of poisonous fumes
i shoot aghoris naga babas
covered in human ash and soot
because god was kind
lent me his cosmic vision
through my pictures
i pay him tribute
but all in all
it is the common man
struggling to survive
i pay him my
final tribute
tears on the soul
of my beloved
motherland
slaughtered every day
by scams corruptions
by those who run it and loot
india against corruption
team anna too has become
political vindictive instead
of pursuing truth


Picture of a hijra Santosh who comes every year from Nasik to pierce his cheeks with…

Now You Know Why I Cant Get Myself To Shoot Sunsets Landscapes And Mountains

Needles Limes And Holding Burning Pot of Faith

The Supermen of Maryamma

Hardcore Street Photography of Pain

Hardcore Street Photography of Pain

Mouth To Mouth With The Hijra

The Hijra Pierces his Cheek with a 18 Feet Rod

The Hijra Pierces his Cheek with a 18 Feet Rod

The Hijra Pierces his Cheek with a 18 Feet Rod

The Hijda Gets Ready for the Cheek Piercing

The Hijda Gets Ready for the Cheek Piercing, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. The hijdas are a very unique race , totally seeped in ritualism and hardcore spirituality of the street , they are active participants dancing their way into the Holy Saints heart during the various Urus at Ajmer or Haji Malang.

I have tried to talk less on my pictures keeping them as visuals only, but my fascination for the hijda ethos makes me voluble.

One thing I must reiterate I was invited here by Raja the piercer and it was the first time he invited me here to Sion Koliwada , imagine I know him since three years.

Why this change of heart I dont know,,he hardly ever talked to me or ever called me, but now I have his phone number.

Raja will not pierce your cheeks without money this is his basic rule hard cash no Udhar means no credit , he charges for the removal of the hooks and the rods too..

But he is experienced and does a fabulous job.Nobody complains .

Photography is not about shooting …

Father Forgive Me I Have Sinned

Father Forgive Me I Have Sinned, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 171,432 items / 1,335,759 views

my hopes
on her drying
hopes
i pinned
i accidentally
fell in love
with a transvestite
from across
the border
nubile
voluptuous
thick skinned
chubby
double chinned
pendulous posterior
tits conjoined twins
like two pectoral fins
bedding her was
a nightmare
one and only
deadly sin
neither man
nor woman
only a whore
from within
from where
do i begin
sometimes out
sometimes in
her moans
like silent sounds
of corrugated tin
a facebook encounter
to my fucked chagrin
faded memories
the ignore button
that swept
me into her
recycling bin
hooron ki hoor
jannat ki pari
a blast minus
the safety pin

the transvestites tale never ends whether you lose you actually never win
a smirk minus a grin .....my head leg before wicket by her rolling pin

Rangoli Colors for Diwali

Rangoli Colors for Diwali, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Rangoli is a traditional decorative folk art of India. These are decorative designs made on floors of living rooms and courtyards during Hindu festivals and are meant as sacred welcoming areas for the Hindu deities.[1] The ancient symbols have been passed on through the ages, from each generation to the one that followed, thus keeping both the art form and the tradition alive. Rangoli and similar practices are followed in different Indian states; in Tamil Nadu, one has Kolam,[2] Madanae in Rajasthan, Chowkpurna in Northern India, Alpana in Bengal, Aripana in Bihar, and so on. The purpose of Rangoli is decoration and it is thought to bring good luck. Design-depictions may also vary as they reflect traditions, folklore and practices that are unique to each area. It is traditionally done by women, but over the years modern additions have been adapted. Generally, this practic…

RIP .. Wendell Gomes of Bandra De Monte Street ..

RIP .. Wendell Gomes of Bandra De Monte Street .., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Wendell Gomes was a great guy a great husband a great father and a great son , his mother Mrs Gomes was my neighbor when I stayed at Bazar Road Kamla Bai Sadan..De Monte Street
Wendell was national hockey player too ..

He was being treated for brain tumor and was in great pain when he passed away a lot folks came to mourn his death..I was not aware of it I came to know of his sad demise when I chanced to read this notice board I immediately went to pay my respect to Mrs Gomes his bereaved mother , the first thing she told me that she was blessed with a humanitarian daughter in law , who took care of her son Wendell till the end and she wished everyone had a daughter in law like her .. In India very rarely do mother in laws praise their daughters in laws specially if they lose their son prematurely..

Mrs Gomes daughters are in Canada .. she also praised Wendells mother in law , Wendel…

This is a Child of A Camera Vision

This is a Child of A Camera Vision, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. She uses the Nikon D 80 like a paint brush..she is in Junior KG.

Bloggers Are Dreamers Within a Dream

Woman Leads Man Follows Her Shit He Swallows

The Common Man Deleted and Doomed

The Common Man Deleted and Doomed, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. by a fucked system alive but entombed

The Common Man Of India Has Become a Beggar

The Common Man Of India Has Become a Beggar, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 209,264 items / 1,719,089 views

he had a house
gone
he had a wife
gone
he had children
gone
he had business
gone
he had friends
all gone
he curses
the day
he was born
defeated
deleted
disillusioned
outworn
people
who once
looked
up at him
today look
down on him
with scorn
his dreams
tattered and torn
when he dies
he will be picked up
from the streets
a tag on his toe
dead and gone
he wont ever come
back to earth
he has sworn


I shot him once from the back, on my way to work, but this time I saw him face to face .. the death of the common man of India .. due apologies to RK Laxman

The Gift Of a Camera Is a Gift Of Life

Have Camera Will Travel..

Shooting Pictures is Childs Play