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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
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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
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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.
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
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
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
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
