Friday, November 30, 2007

THANK YOU ENGLISH MAN


THANK YOU ENGLISH MAN
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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

PUSSY FAT PUSSY FAT WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN


PUSSY FAT PUSSY FAT WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN
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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

POEM HUNTER DOT CUM


POEM HUNTER DOT CUM
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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

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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

http: //www.dharma-haven.org/tibetan/meaning-of-om-mani-padme-hung.htm


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 oppressors he deals
Will not bow his head will not kneel
He touches Mankind as he heals
Om mani padme hun
His own wounds that of the Tibetan Nation
Hidden among Chakras within Chakras
Chakras pacifying Prayer Wheels

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Love Music Hate Racism


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


By COREY KILGANNON
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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Go to City Room » VideoMore Video » “This one puts out 5,000 watts and cost about $4,000, ” said Nick Ragbir,18, tinkering with his two-wheeled sound system, with its powerful amplifier, two 15-inch bass woofers and four midrange speakers. It plays music from his iPod and is powered by car batteries mounted on a sturdy motocross bike.

The riders are of Guyanese and Trinidadian background. In those countries, turning bicycles into rolling outdoor sound systems is a popular hobby.

“It’s really big where I come from in Trinidad, ” Mr. Ragbir said. “When I first came to New York, I started with two little speakers. People here thought I was crazy because no one here has really ever seen it, except maybe for some Spanish dudes with a radio strapped to their handlebars.”

He added: “People say, ‘It’s the next best thing to having a system in a car.’ But it’s better because you don’t even have to roll down the windows.”

Mr. Ragbir and his brother, Elvis Ragbir,22, and their friends build and maintain their combination bike-stereos in a garage on 103rd Avenue near 130th Street. Many say they finance their hobby by installing car stereos and doing other such handiwork.

They hit the streets on warmer days and spend other days in the garage tinkering with their bikes.

Inside, one can hear the whirring of power tools, conversation in heavy Caribbean accents and the occasional testing of a sound system. They make custom cabinets of wood or plastic to house the systems. Most of the bikes have decorative lighting and some have DVD screens for viewing while riding.

Stephan Sonnylal,17, worked on his yellow Mongoose motocross bicycle, bearing a 200-pound system, which features a 50-CD changer bearing a map of Trinidad. It puts out 3,000 watts of power and has three 10-inch speakers, a bank of midrange speakers and two tweeters. It cost $800, he said.

Clint Hasnoo,17, has a 1,600-watt system with four midrange speakers.

Nick Ragbir showed off his new bike, equipped with a sleek 1,500-watt system with the stereo and speakers encased in clear plastic custom boxes. The car battery and the console are mounted on the handlebars, and the four midrange speakers are mounted in the center of the bike frame.

“It’s not as powerful but it’s easier to ride around, ” Mr. Ragbir said.

Usually, the stereos crank out heavy Caribbean beats, but Mr. Ragbir cranked up the new system, which was playing a 1980s hit by the Outfield — “I Don’t Want to Lose Your Love Tonight” — and the near-deafening music had his friends bobbing their heads as they worked on their bikes.

The bikers said they have heard no complaints about the noise they make from residents or people they pass. And although there is a city law which says a summons may be issued if a person operates a personal audio device, like a radio, heard from up to 25 feet away, the bikers’ mobile stereos are less likely to attract attention because the noise does not persist in one place very long.

Mohan Samaroo,19, has a system mounted on his sturdy Mongoose, with four 12-inch speakers that can handle the 5,000 watts. There are extra braces resting on training wheels, which can support the heavy system and also an extra rider standing on the back. When the bike cruises down the street with Mr. Samaroo standing, he said, he looks like a D.J. behind a sound system at a nightclub.

“We measured it at a car show, ” he said. “It’s 150 decibels.”

The group rides in packs, each taking turns playing his sound system. Sometimes, the riders cruise down Atlantic Avenue to a McDonald’s, where car aficionados gather.

“People look at us like we’re crazy because no one’s really seen it here, ” said Nick Ragbir, who with Mr. Samaroo formed a business called Legal Intentionz to install stereos on bikes.

“Some guy hired me to build them for his kids, ” he said. “Now a lot of people want them.”

source New York Times

http: //www.nytimes.com/2007/11/29/nyregion/29bikes.html? _r=1&oref=slogin



Love Music Hate Racism
With their super sonic bikes
Decibels that don’t kill
At Richmond Hills New York
On the roads they spill
Music blaring away
Binding human souls
They chill
Hope harmony peace they fill
Music for every kind of Illness
An all curing pill
Where there is Hope there is Will
Dance move your legs
Don’t stand still
Faith in your Hearts
No task uphill

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