Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Mirror in your Eye

HOWLIN' DERVISH (10/16/2007 2: 59: 00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

.. at one time Howlin' brought a gift to the powerful Sultan Firoze. 'I have brought you a picture of the biggest fool in your realm.' he told the Sultan.
Sultan Firoze is delighted and unwraps his gift. His pleasure turns to fury, however, when he finds he is looking into a mirror. 'Take this impudent dervish away and have him flogged.' Sultan Firoze yells. Howlin' is astonished and looks in the mirror to see what has caused offense.' But O Great Sultan Firoze, ' he protests, 'this is a picture of the greatest fool in your realm.'

MORAL: If you don't know yourself to be an ass, you certainly are an ass.

Love is All

HOWLIN'

If you see your image in the mirror
It does not lie
Your faults your shortcoming
That reflects from the closet of your eye
The mirror tells the truth
Though cosmetically you lie
Your erased wrinkles of
False rejuvenation
It espies
Your cowardice
Your hate for others
Embellished on your
Soul as ungratifying sighs
You are nothing but
Hatred in disguise
Father Son and Unholy Ghost
Racist Trinity
Do take advice
Howlin ‘s Words
Pearls of Wisdom
No surprise
Relent Rethink and Realize


Thank You Sufi Master Howlin Dervish of Koyna

firoze shakir

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" Stop Writing Poetry "she said

you keep getting into trouble
you and your hot air
balloon head
the poet racists of
a hate filled poetry world
want you debarrred and dead
with the connivance
of hackers
website managements misled
stop writing poetry she said
with your poetry blogs
you dont earn your daily bread
its poetic truth
that racism exists
in cyberspace
that they dread
many a
poet from the dark nether world
the racist poets have bled
aldo , arizona angel and also our own fred
their juggernaut wheels
over dead bodies they sped
these academicians
pompous poets well read
the law of nemesis
will catch up
surely
before they get ahead
i dedicate these lines
to trade howlin hazell
ray lucero and ted

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Thank You -Howlin Sheikh

Thank You Howling Sheikh
When he decided to make you
He was tired but fully awake
He went to sleep later
That’s when he made
A Fake..An English Poet
A White God of Poetry
For Poetry’s sake
A slithering slimy snake
An American handmaiden
Who loves to cook and bake!
Good friends she does forsake
This Lady of the Lake
Racism in poetry
Is no nice give or take
It does a brown back break
A thirst parched in sorrow
Mere words can never slake
I am sorry I should have written
This in my language
But than poem hunter
Poison I did partake
Metaphors, Similes
And my poetic ache
And my horrendous grammar
My punctuated pause
My pedestrian poetic mistake
A pictorial wordless photographer
Writing for fun
Burning as an Indian
Like Joan Of Arc
Pilloried at a Stake
Pursued by
Australian Coral Racist Snakes
Racist Ducks and Drakes


John Dixon aka Howlin Dervesh passed away recently one of my very dear friends who saved my muticolored ass from racist poets at Poemhunter .. May His Soul RIP

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Howlin Dervesh in Pendle Mongolia




I shall
miss
you
my friend
perhaps
we shall meet
in a poets
purgatory
choked
on a river
bend
beyond
caste
color
creed
in a
firmament
evocatively blend
so many broken
fences we need
to mend ..

John Dixon aka Howlin Dervesh passed away recently one of my very dear friends who saved my muticolored ass from racist poets at Poemhunter .. May His Soul RIP
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*~* WITHOUT OUR DEAR FIROZE WE SHALL ALL GROW OLD AND GAY *~*


*~* 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 around anymore'
So it is with Firoze...

Peace,
Ray


T McH (12/16/2007 2:13:00 PM)
Ude is an excellent word.

Actually - despite the hurling of crap I found Firoze personable and charming. Also easily offended and easily offensive. Never to me however and I take people as I find them. o me. Whilst being aware of what they may say about others. As do you.... F. t x


John Dixon aka Howlin Dervesh passed away recently one of my very dear friends who saved my muticolored ass from racist poets at Poemhunter .. May His Soul RIP

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Howlin Dervesh Poetized



Wisdom wise
an Englishman
Sufi poet
very nice
stood by me
at a racist poetry site
when my poetic ass
 was being
rammed
by racist thugs
uncivilized
jesus christ
howlin dervesh
they realized
would stand by
this colored poet
collectively terrorized
for being Indian
was despised
debarred and
dehumanized
an elizabethan whore
a stinking swine
his snoopy snout
between her thighs
a metaphoric  roar
now supine
a ringmaster
retired hurt
bowdlerized
australian racist poet
allegorized
a bovine
poet in disguise
beady eyed
bastardized
rusty old blades
wilkinson brand
cauterized
penectomy prolonged
testicular tragedy
hospitalized
howlin dervesh
sweet bitter memories
poetized

in pendle mongolia
sufi saint romanticized

John Dixon aka Howlin Dervesh passed away recently one of my very dear friends who saved my muticolored ass from racist poets at Poemhunter .. May His Soul RIP
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Howlin Dervesh in Pendle Mongolia


I will
miss
you
john
i still
think
you have
pulled
a fast
one on
me your
friends
your
untimely
death
we mourn
howlin dervesh
from our heats
the poetry of
our souls
you have
not gone
india
beckons
you my friend
i wait forlorn
against
enemies
of humanity
racist poets
poems we
spawned

I met John at Poem Hunter and I was all alone facing a barrage of hate from a couple of racist poets one mother fucking son of a whore from Tweed Head Australia .. John fought for me and David Hazell another English poet too demonstrated his flair for righteousness and stood by me..

Both were to visit me in Mumbai a few years back but sadly our dreams died young .. these are my old memories poems , that I have linked to Facebook as his obituary..

This was a blank post I added words to it..

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