Sunday, September 23, 2007

A TAYLOR MADE I POT

KIND COURTESY

XRIS TAYLOR AND NAT



NEW KID ON THE BLOCK

SHE ALREADY KNOWS HOW TO TALK

FROM GODS PALACE IN HEAVEN

TO A TAYLOR MADE

HOME SHE WALKED

A PRESENT TO ALL AT BUZZNET

EYES THAT LOOK INTO

OUR SOULS UNSHOCKED

SO YOU ARE MY DAD BUDDIES

SHE MOCKED

A CRADLE

A FUTURE WELL ROCKED

XRIS CHANGING NAPPIES

CLEANING HER BABY BUTTOCKS

CRAZY FELLA

MINUS UNDEROOS

NEW JOB

LESS INTERKNITTING

JAW LOCKED



BABY I POD

NEWLY FROCKED

HAPPINESS TO ALL

NEAR AND DEAR

NAT HER FAMILY

XRIS HIS FAMILY

RIGHTLY DOCKED

BOLLYWOODS MOST WANTED UNCLE

DETOXED..



MY 1000 TH POEM AT POEM HUNTER.COM
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Caught in a Net


Caught in a Net
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
a dove
lost its way
caught
in the net
precariously placed
in the temple of love
to mock its
feathered squeamishness
by god in the heavens above
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Marc Steve Anthony Set My People Free

The Lord CyBrahma
Of google gradient seas
microsoft heavens
creator of man birds and bees
bellowed sonorously
Marc Steve Anthony
set my people free
let them go
the cybernetic
universe see ..
flicker their pouted asses
web shotted blasphemy
fotothing
my space orkut
no better Camelot
like Buzzed off net
online sharing and caring
for its freedom of speech
and maturity ..
let them go to sulekha blogs
pedagogic pederasty
of blogging that
beyond the eye cant see
confused muslims
hindus in hijabs
running around
bollywood filmy trees

ok there are problems
black screen of death
buzznet will be back shortly
comments not happening
but is this the reason for running
that you leave behind
as an escapist idealogy
what will we tell our childrens children
and the cybernetic posterity

all blog sites are harrowing hell holes
buzznet is an island
braving the onslaught
of rough seas ..
wake up Marc Steve Anthony
don’t let this crème de la creme of Bloggers
ever flee
they are the hope the future
of you cybernetic destiny
unless you plan to sell
out your collective soul
to mr gates or msn or yahoo …I wont blame you
but still disagree
something’s like my tube can be sold
but something’s are priceless
like the bloggers that make
up the buzznet family tree

I wrote this poem in the morning much before I got Xris message on my buzz...

buzznet memories..
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Our Lady of the Poem Hunter Forum Mount

She has a little child in her hand
Our lady of poem hunter forum mount
Her pages and pages of poetic misery on
Off season Trade discount
There is so much this mother mary
Wants to recount
From the narrows of her minds fount
Read today what you can read tomorrow
On poets individual retirement account

HUBCAP SHITHEAD
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ALLAH HO AKBAR Muslims Love Killing Muslims

They say
The mosque is where Allah stays
I found he is in the heart
Where man prays

Earlier the mosque
A place of worship
Now they lob grenades
The pillars of faith rip
A new terror from
Sacred lips
Brotherhood of hate
And no friendship
Belted guns on the hips
A jihad that I see
my heart skips
cycle bombs
slippers
skull caps
human
blood drips
Mecca Medina
Karbala
holy places
one worships
now being terrorized
by cybernetic disaster
at finger tips
muslims love killing muslims
the glory and power of a crescent eclipse
why are we losing our grip….
Allah ho Akbar on our lips
Sectarian senselessness we must nip
We owe sanity
And good sense
Traditional values
to the
new generation
that must not trip
Rushing out from a micro chip

allah ho akbar is also a shia hating website
promoted by hate, powered by petro wahhabi dollars
to spite Muslims but in name with each other fight
kill maim shed blood Islamic honor Islamic plight
in Iraq in Afghanistan as Jehadi Terrorism at its height
hidden faces of men in hijabs in the night
Sunni scolars pledge for Peace on Word Press is nothing but
bullshit on sanctimonious posteriors uptight
Might is Might justified by Rogue Mullahs
killing the Kafir is alright
as they their prayers recite
fires of sectarian hate ignite
the masses excite
fatwas of hate to their delight
spewing their bigotry
on human rights
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The Crawford Market

as a kid it was here
that i fishes cats
from captains shop bought
captain is dead
a good man
impeccable on the dot
his brother nusrat
from whom turtles
tortoise i bought
is now busy with
his karjat plot
times have changed
my child hood is gone
the rose dies
but leaves behind a thorn..
crawford market where
childish deams were born..
is turning vegetarian..
a municipal scorn..
bought up by the marwari traders
the past never to be reborn
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street photography

the sheer joy of shooting
emotions littered on the road
pictures shot on negatives
become poems
pictorial uploads
of prince like living
poverty like toads
aspirations equal
destiny down loads
analogoued
on my heart
in digital mode
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