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The Presidential Wink Bush Poetry – 46 viewsOverstepping the royal mark
an armour some chink
Thank Lord said the Queen
The Presidential Wink
was a not a Neck Massage
just a Blink yes it did
cause a political stink
making her regal visage turn pink
but the President
retorted
“gave me a look that only a mother could give a child.”
Bushism I think
I am the black sheep of the Family
he gave another wink
Buckingham Palace
The White House
now closely hyperlink.
State dinner with the Queen
White tie Tails toast and a drink..
May 9th, 2007
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The Butt Of Contention – 23 viewsMaraddonas Hand of God
Manly invention
Zidanes head butt
on Materazzi Oh Lord
utterly butterly bitterly
attention
red carded , discarded
by Horacio Elizondo
suspension
the loss of France
the ungodly tension
in the history of Football
will have honorary mention
forever and ever
no cause for dissension and
a moment of madness beyond
my comprehension
what did Materazzi say to Zidane
you arab terrorist dog, by extension
your sister a prostitute
you a faggot minus errection
caused Zidane a major hypertension
than came the famous butt head
on Materazzis mid section
he fell to the ground
a ruddy complexion
Viva Italia the World Cup
Carnivorres Azzuris led by Lippi
a high end ascension
match fixing takes
a new dimension
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A Moment of Clarification – 19 viewsIsrael flew more than 40 bombing raids during a night of violence in which at least 27 civilians were killed
http://service.spiegel.de/cache/international/0,1518,426550,00.html
ISRAELI BLOCKADE
Israel Seals Off Lebanon amid Bombing Raids
After the kidnapping of two of its soldiers, Israel is cutting Lebanon off from the outside world with an air, land and sea blockade, Israeli army radio announced Thursday. Bombing raids continue after both Beirut airport and a suburb of the Lebanese capital were targeted causing at least 27 civilian casualties.
Conflict in the Middle East intensified Thursday as Israel announced it would completely blockade Lebanon and continue bombing raids until two kidnapped Israeli soldiers are released. At least 27 civilians died in a night of bombing, with scores more injured as Israel flew more than 40 bombing raids over Lebanon.
"Israel imposes a full blockade on earth, sea and air of Lebanon till further notice, within the operations held in view of finding the two soldiers, kidnapped yesterday," Israeli army radio reported Thursday. The Israeli Navy has entered Lebanese waters while flights have been halted into and out of Beirut's only international airport. It is the biggest show of Israeli force in Lebanon since the 1982 invasion
My Poem
A moment of clarification
President Bush
In anticipation
With a burst of inspiration
Gave out a communication
And an explanation
He said at a G8 presentation
With extreme dramatization
A moment of clarification
Regarding the Hezbollah situation
To the Israeli bombing
With some trepidation
And low key congratulation
For unmasking
Iran and Syrians collaboration
He told the Israelis
Show some restrain
And some reservation
In this aerial operation
or along with the Hezbollah
you will bomb out the entire
innocent Beirut population
that would be
racial discrimination
so the need of the hour
some solemn meditation
at the release of the two Israeli soldiers
don’t show extreme desperation
with my motivation
my interpretation
my pressurization
they will be set free
without any victimization
or obligation
manifestation
transformation
to their homeland
immediate
repatriation
Weapons of mass destruction
An American president’s megalomaniac creation
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I am the Voice of America – 17 viewsI am the voice of America
Voiceless in a body bag.
I am the eyes of America
Blinded eyeless in a body bag.
I am the limbs of America
Dismembered brutally in a body bag.
I am the heart of America
Disheartened displaced in a body bag.
I am the ears of America
Deafened soundless in a body bag.
I am a soldier weapon of mass destruction
In the Abu Gharaib of my body bag..
I came to save the people of Iraq
But could not save Honor or my self from my body bag.
Mom dad bro sis and friends. and sweet Kate
I leave the last vestige of humanity ..as tears in my body bag.
I am the fate of America
It lies in your hearts keep it alive
I saw Karbala through the windscreen my body bag.…
These words kept nudging to come out of the bodybag of my mind and I dedicate it to the true spirit of the American people. And uhuru the cry of freedom..Firoze shakir Photographerno1.
Mumbai.India...18 Feb 2005
photo courtesy
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/10/01/international/middleeast/01heroes.html?
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If You Forget Me /Pablo Neruda – 27 viewsIf You Forget Me
Pablo Neruda
poem
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
What have you done to me
..sleepless sleep.. tearless tears..
agonising agony.. and fearless fears..
souless soul,, towards you veers,,
receedes beyond reach..and ..
laughs and jeers..
my fate
blackens and smears...
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The Big Moment My Profile Page – 16 views It was the first time she said
That a part of me
Was not on the profile
Page that she read
My profile page
Has many a people mislead
More than the cuts on my back
Or the slash on my forehead
or my burnt bare feet
on charcoals of hot embers
It is my pain
of unliving
that has bled
a bride
still
can be unwed
be loved by one
marry someone
else instead
what the future holds
unfurls …
long after you are dead
live and let live
just watch the road ahead
living for the moment
is far better than
day dreams that turn nightmare
tearing your life to shreds
running to shrinks that drill
the fucked cleavage in your head
when you can take it no more
they give you a final adieu
wrap you in a bedspread
a body that got infested
much before the soul fled
poem no 955
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Jesus Christ for Sale at Chor Bazar – 26 viewsFirst I saw it I thought
it was a goddess
a closer look
it was Jesus Christ
on sale ..
at the chor bazar flea market
this no fairy tale
he implored and pleaded I buy him
as he lay on the cot
of a muslim vendor
people saw him
unlike Peter they did not deny him
but he was far too expensive
in today’s world so they moved away
without buying him
he looked into my camera eye
what he saw was not his cry ..
in the sun the let him fry
perhaps next Friday
for everytime
that he protected me from
the tyrant Fr FX Fernandes
the monstrous Sister Mercy
boy liking Fr Rock
at Holy Name High School
I think I will save
the punishment
meted out to him
if he his there I
certainly will buy him..
present him to Fr Gerard
at St Peters Church at the gates
when I do espy him..
poem no 956
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The Girl Child and the Goddess – 18 viewsSitting outside
The doors of the
Goddess
the fear and the anxiety
in the eyes of the girl child
a future bleak
future mute
stitched lips that
wont speak
Prejudice no place for pride
betrayal of being born..
a girl a burden..
a liability
a virginity
that carries a price
those who want her will outbid
a pandoras box minus the lid
if your father is an alcoholic
jobless
your mother a house maid sweeping
floors cleaning utensils
no one to pay the rent
the ever increasing hospital bills
undulated hope crashing on mole hills.
weeping walls corroded human grills
pain of her living instigates
my imagination
into my camera viewfinder spills
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Temple of a Blog Goddess – 25 viewsyes
i do look like ganga din
i have come to the
temple of a blog goddess
to ask forgiveness for my sins
all i can see is a bleeding rose
a battle she cant win..
first get rid of the darkness from within
if you behave perhaps
i will take you for a cybernetic spin..
no sometimes i look like alibaba
say open sim sim..
or sometimes with my latest new muselike lamp
in the silken clothes of alladin.
deleted comments have a habit of
surfacing on the heart
of a blogger no 1's
recycling bin...
ha ha ha
if you are the rose whom are you fighting...
no not this unbottled Djinn ...
who to become a devoted muslim
had to get rid of his foreskin..
that i love american indians
is my cowboy attitude to red skins...
i can see some fellow bloggers
nodding their heads and chins..
flickering smiles made of
crumpled tins
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The Chakra of Unloving – 16 viewsunmoving remorseless
an eternal pain conceal
the medicine wheel
creaky unspokeless
sufferings and sorrows
does reveal
Dharma
Karma
her fate does seal
empty stomach and no meal
the helpless woman
40 winks steal
a pain onion like
crying tears that unpeel.
Beggary so surreal
living blood
that death congeals
some ordeal
Shiva perched
in my camera lens
Hopes to heal
Jabarunam ratha vibu shanadyam
meena dwajam charu krithanga ragam
karam bujayr ankusha anikshu chapam
pushpa thapasou dadatham bhajami
mantra of love ..recite it..
live let live love despite it..
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Allah Tero Naam Ishwar Tero Naam – 17 viewsallah
for some
hare krishna
hare ram for some
godliness ..
a multicolored drum
different hands
humanity for some
peace loving
a universal feeling become
all sounds emerging
from one ocean
from where they come
hindus
om to om succumb
muslims
allah ho akbar
heads bowed welcome
they also serve
who are blind deaf and dumb..
a hunger .. of god in every single crumb..
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happy halloween – 16 viewsa turbulence
a liquefying tsunami
unseen ..
my fashion
studio it did clean
a new look a new sheen
happy halloween
screen saving
sucked up machine
soo soo sweet sixteen
samba on a soul
skipping hearbeats
on a trampoline
cybernetic
finger fucked love
unforeseen
poem no 821
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