Wednesday, December 5, 2007

To The Poem Hunter 'Gods Messenger' -A Warning


To The Poem Hunter 'Gods Messenger' -A Warning
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If you are Sinner and call yourself a Saint
That’s your prerogative and your plaint
But if you are a White Racist Supremacist Whore
And call yourself Gods Messenger
Than it’s not just about a Teddy Bear
But the religious sentiments of Muslims
All over the world you taint
With the brush of your Hate
Allah and his followers your paint

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Let me be the first to Congratulate you on your 1000 poem


Let me be the first to Congratulate you on your 1000 poem
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1000 poems you know
7 more to go
yes I have been slow
yes poetically as I plough
my metaphors
mauled down under
oh more than my battered
tattered ass
besided my poetry
there is so much
I have to show
my testicles
all aglow
my dick well
it got stunted
in the unwatered bush
it just stopped to grow
the malaise in poetry
at poem hunter
is because of me and
Ian my English bro

Actually Aldo


Actually Aldo
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Actually Aldo
stop reading her poems
it is black magic
will cause you to fall sick..
you may end up unwell
i am protected from her spells
dont rate her poems
let her burn in hell
she is poison adder
in the body
of an oyster shell

PLAY MISTY ON MY BUM


PLAY MISTY ON MY BUM
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Mr Ivan Donne Carsewll is the biggest hypocrite, I never knew him, one fine day he leaves a comment on my poem Blog Goddess and the Bioscopwallah, that I should give up poetry and sell trinkets and become a shop keeper.I was pretty raw and naive that I blocked him and deleted his message I never forgot his racist remarks to me, and this Man talks about malaise in Poetry that is caused by him and his ass lick buddy Ian Bowen.
Poemhunter shows you can be an arsewhole and reach the top, you can be a fantatsic poet but nobody reads you..this is poetry at Poemhunter, Mr David Hazell spells it out clearly.Imagine poets full fledged all rounded in poetry, seeking Nirvana from ratings, I am shamed to see a Elysabeth Faslund go hammer and tongs on this issue..She is so conceited she thinks everyone who reads her poem must give her 10, she has placed her rating box in the corner square any body can shit and piss in it..I have never seen a more dumber broad than her, Aldo if he does not like what she writes can give her 3, I have never rated her poems, she lost her touch completely.
My ratings have neen mauled too, but does it matter, I sent a message to Emily T Poem hunter support to disable my rating box but they never got back to me, but yet without ratings I might be licking Mr Silversteins ass, but does that make me a better poet than Mr Ted Sheridan, Marci Made, Trade Martin, yes it does not in the sense of poetry, but by a system that is as fucked as modern verse, , Enter the Chom Choms...
I am a bad poet but fuck I am a Poetry Blog..a poet photographer blogger
I am not conceited but my homesite where I poet nothing new..will tell you my story a site started in Dec 2005

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http: //www.photographerno1.com

If someone took a line from my poem I would feel proud, to an extent that he or she is paying homage to my thought..Yes this a poetry site that needs Firoze Shakir, LOPOHARA, Chom Chom, Victor, Vikram, Andrew Mark Wilkinson, Awesome, Ronald Stroman, this site needs controversies, nudity of crappish thought, and this was a gist of a message once sent to me by eminent poet Frank James Christopher Ryan Jr..
Poem hunter is Adconion and ads, this is what sells..seriousness in poetry is a flying fuck away..Poem hunter staff are still counting the dollars and laughing all the way to the bank..
Here at poem hunter I have enough poems to tell what poem hunter is not..
Poem hunter is fucked poetry yahoo kind chat room..
I kept Ian Bowens message to me alive, never deleted it...yes I am a popular poet by default at both ends..I reiterate I am not Victor or Vikram..
I dont ned to manipulate I am a crest of a wave that is carrying me to a zone that I dont even aspire for..
Elysabeth says one word here, my single word becomes a chant all over the cyberspace
The Hoggs and other poets with their sublime poetry cannot choke the voice of a poetry blog...and perhaps Mr Hogg is not a racist, he has a right to believe in what he is..if he supported Mr Ian Bowen and having read the message to me by Bowen, than according to me he is no better than Ian Bowen.I bring this matter to rest.
Yes come kiss my colored ass Mr Danny Reynold too..
Play Misty on my Bum..fuck all Closet Racists..
Firoze Shakir

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Quack Quack Quack


Quack Quack Quack
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Between a woman’s leg
Labial lips bad luck
like the beak of a duck
It goes quack quack
For a freedom loving *uck
If you put Dicks head in
The full length it will suck
With the pleats and pin tuck
Seminal adhesive glue
9 months later
with his *uck face
baby you are stuck
call it your
bad karma
or good karma
of dick schmuck
between a womans leg
lies her menstrual machinations
her misery that goes cluck cluck

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To Peace in I Pod


To Peace in I Pod
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A demented desultory woman
All I am is Cursed Me
Who like a non stop tape recorder?
Goes on harping about God
A weird crazy old broad
Her poems rough shod
Read them like a
Sleepy headed centipede you plod
Spare this child and spoil that rod
Sod off
God save you from her
Poetic postulations
Clinging like an earthworm
To her umbilical cord
Messenger of God
Gods Messenger
With the soul of Satan
Satanic scriptures piddled out poems
Rough shod

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OM SHANTI OM


OM SHANTI OM
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Aldo Krass
The Boy from Brazil
He is human like you and me
Pain sorrow sadness he does feel
Tears that fall from his eyes
Onto a poem like an onion peel
A gifted reservoir
Of human emotions
Love for poetry and poets
He reveals
Lady your poems
He does not need to steal
A similar line is no big deal
You are more generous
Don’t try to badger him
Or make mince meal
You with your magical touch
Touch him in such a way
That whatever his pain
With your touch he should heal
Good will a great Christmas gesture
Kiss and make up
Om Shanti Om
Om Padme Hun
This message
With my parched lips
On the moistness of your soul
I seal
I do respect you as a poet
As a much better poet than me
A situation dimensional
Beyond ratings very surreal
Yes Lizzie you are everyone’s
Poetic Ideal
A vision held by the moving spokes
Of the Prayer Wheel

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