March 31, 2007 • 4:26 pm 0
commentatorno1.buzznet.com
delete it so that no one knows
where it is from..
you in your world
me in my blog kingdom..
what is a woman
born as child remains a child
devoid of any wisdom
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this was a old poem a forerunner to my deleting my buzznet accounts…
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• 3:38 pm 0
Some went to Flickr
Some did come back
Some their asses
attitude
laid back
their misplaced egos
held hunch back
some drawback
some change cybernet
busted tyres
with rusty jacks
some trapped in
posteriors of back tracks
no place like buzznet
on windows or mac
where will you find a xris
or a pax..
two dis similar
screeching
soundtrack
funksteena s
cupboard cosmos ransack
agony aunt
a cry baby
suck what cracks
in bolulevards bivouacs
yorrik ben bell
scarlet lark
mahayani
on a blogger tarmac
steve
marc azzie
to love moon
sock monkey
all in one shack
aljie doing tantra yoga
on an astrology
book rack
so many others
turncoats
that need a whack
buzznet should not
take them back
cry babies your woes
dont unpack
please dont come back
a needle fucking a horny haystack
with pouted camera lips
of a disposable kodak
some feedback
online sharing
pairing community
don’t hijack
or bushwhack
says
bollywoods most wanted
blogger cossack
I had to eat my words , it was time to fly the buzznet coop perch myself on the wires of Word Press…
photographerno1
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• 12:21 pm 0
Germinating within my mind
her love my poems I sire
pedestrian life on a slow track
cybernetic love livewire
yes the best of
my testicular fortitude on fire
a spindle behaving like a spire
does not ever tire
unless I call it a day
into the mound of
her mindlessness retire
my poetry on lease
poet photographer on hire
to touch the dust of her feat
my feelings do aspire
sweaty words dont perspire
unless she cuts off
the best of me with her
gardeners shearing pliers
update 31 march 2007
I have taken on the marathon and painful task of retrieving images at Word Press from my homesite..its quite tough mind you..my left hand at work..
This morning I went to SL Raheja hospital to take a surgeons advice , Mr Sunil Vaze , we had crossed each other without me knowing him at that time ..I was in my Sufi attire.
He saw my hand I did not need surgery though I had cut open a tendon during my scourging in Chehlum at Delhi.Today I am at my shop , since afternoon.. there is a womens Eid E Zehra function at home so I had to make myself scarce.
My main desire is to put most of my poetry at Word Press.
This I am copying from my homesite …also filling in the blanks with reposting of my lost images.
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• 3:48 am 0
surrealistic space speaks in silence
ahinsa brother hood peace non violence
you grow flowers
i grow fruits
either side of the fence
lets share barter good feeling ..
breathing good sense
let us live without fear or suspense
an everlasting present
no future tense
lets for once get rid of a hate dividing fence
lets change our perspective
a single camera body
interchanging
camera lens..
poem no 22
to yorrik my best friend..
woolongong
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March 30, 2007 • 2:47 pm 0
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
SCORPIONICUS
MARC BROWN…
PHOTOGRAPHERNO1
BUZZNET IN HOUSE CLOWN..
A CROSS BETWEEN NOUN AND PRONOUN
EVEN ALL THE ICEBERGS
ALASKAN WATERS
CANT DROWN.
WITH A DIGITAL DISASTER
CALLED NIKON D 70SLR
GOING OUT OF TOWN…
BUZZNET IS BUZZNET
BECAUSE OF MARC BROWN..
STEVE AND ANTHONY..
FRIAR TUCK DONT FROWN…
..
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• 2:33 pm 0
poetic pictorial , palpitations on
the emulsion of my photo blog
on mans mindless , heartless membrane
mysteries of ritualism and oracles arcane
writhings of a gods human pain
seamless silence, seeping sweat and
tear drops of a human god,
dripping drowsily as blood stains
crucified creativity , crucified humanity
pride vanity and more pain
of love sequestered beneath
bare feet and hate unslain
karma a rotting putrefying chain
dharma devilish thoughts that drain
treasures s second hand squandered in vain
closed venetian blinds
of a claustrophobic congested brain
scales of justice blindfolded .
.more pretentious pain
in a world schizophrenic
life and living going insane
death driven cargo of a passenger train
unlearning poetry
unlearning photography
truth maintain
prostituting my talent
for free in a
in an unliterary
whorish moneyless domain
read me
write me off
why complain.
my poem no 628
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• 2:28 pm 0
a summer that will never end
on a cybernetic gangetic plain river bend
in impending fatherhood
xris you will blend …
love as filial pride
never a dead end..
this message to you i send..
no money on postage stamps i spend
once upon a time
mpeach bush
blogger no1
photographerno 1
was a buzznet trend..
steve a friend god sent
has me soullocked
as my body a heartless heart i rend..
none of you do i wish to offend
as you recieve so shall you spend
i have a spring leaf
on my tatooed designer ass
a virginal honor that i defend.
the prophet khalil gibran
i sneak read
my habits
ghostly
comments tattered
unstitched poetically frayed
try to mend
peripheral existence
at bloggerspot to make amends
as my soul
from marc browns kingdom
transends and she
with a mute smile condescends..
a blue toilet
lunatic asylum recommends.
this is a comment on xri taylors post hot bods n wheels at Buzznet my 592 nd poem at poem hunter.. my next poem will be on Word Villification.. Bloggerspot and animalistic pontification…finger fucked sensation .. cybernetic inclination.. of a Blogger losing his patience..
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• 2:23 pm 0
The Drunken Creep
Cobbled Sleep
at home
his wife and children weep
he made a sober promise
he wont keep
he is pissed out
in his somnolence
and his urine
from his pants does seep
his salary pick pocketed
while he is asleep
a garbage
human junk heap
what you sow
is what you reap
drunken doldrums
alcoholic dreams
and at home
the family the shouts
the cries and impotent screams
the unpaid house rent, school fees,
and a mistress holed up
at peela house in the cages
that someone else
in his absence will please
a cockless existence
testicled talk tease
and final solution
his neck, the noose
his cirrhosis ravaged soul
hung to dry from the trees
an empty bottle
sepulcral
soundless
country liquor
wont appease
my 580th poem
I am a reformed alcoholic..
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• 2:07 pm 0
My fatal attraction…Dichotomy of Love.
A unfinished novelette ghost written
Prompted, ejaculatory exclamations..
Predestined..to doom..crushed
Under the feet and beaten on the head
Sledge hammered to pulp,, from above.
The pages blood stained, splattered tattered
Like drowned bloated corpses in water
In azure eyed ponds that have become
Gutters of despair…beyond repair.
Destinys child.luckless.in a foster home..
Destiny a closed fist sweaty palms….wont unbare.
http://www.photographerno1.com
poster courtesy http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Endless-Love-Posters_i498908_.htm
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• 1:51 pm 0
photo courtesy http://www.theoi.com/Ther/AetosKaukasios.html
Sometimes I think just take what is left and run..not look back and be turned to stone..I have stopped going every where and this is the last stop ..the bus dosent go beyond this…and I will be gone for sure…Net Loss.
me crucified a eunuched cross
both sides of me a man and woman
me the boss
me castrated hopes torn asunder
I bleed and wonder
love gone to hell yonder
of her the blog goddess
I grow fonder and fonder
my Fathers wealth
on Earth I squander.
my flesh
pieces in the mouth
of a female california condor.
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• 1:48 pm 0
I stayed awake all night
9 determined American Gladiators
Led by Claudio Reyna
And an incredible fight
Shell shocked Italians
A match unfixed emotions
And their accursed plight.
And I have never seen such
A Samba in Soccer and American Pride.
Alessandro del Pierro can go back to Roma by the next flight
The American goal post Kasey Keller and delight
Kept the Italians puzzled and a winning goal out of sight.
Said the American Resurgence to the Italians,
Forget soccer go back learn to fly a kite.
The most enjoyable Soccer and a most enjoyable Night
written during soccer world cup
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• 1:43 pm 0
parting is sweet sorrow
the butchers blade
a feast
new clothes borrow
here today
gone tomorrow
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• 1:41 pm 0
The Wheels of Death are asleep
lts a Dogs Life that is cheap..
once the driver starts the Engine
Death will take him away in a sweep
what he has grabbed
he wont be able to keep
leave behind everything and into an
everlasting sleep
your tears no more yours
others who just might
remember you and not weep
you have taken a long leap
the living dead ..
a garbage heap
also defyingly asleep.
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• 1:38 pm 0
Life is a stage
propped up as an actor
or dumped in garbage
a click
i am on the wrong
webpage
online
they call it
coming of age
a parrot
cock eyed
in her gilded cage
a poker faced poet
and also a sage
overtime on buzznet
no minimum wage
just her thoughts
my battered hopes
assuage
my 517th poem.. dumped finally
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• 1:35 pm 0
The Soul of Photograherno1 Not for sale
a hurt inbox in the heart of my email
words squandered in a jail
peace in pieces cant prevail
a praying mantis a dying male
when lovemaking does not fail
the sexual fragrance
of a female cat
and a waving tail
when it does entail
or the loaded weightlessness
of a fornicating snail
or watery trumpetting
of a blue spermed whale
me on her furtive trail
dreamy eyed
thoughts derail
a silence
hidden in her veil
lips frost bitten and so pale
a summers night dream
my lifes wintered tale.
poetic sorrow and some detail
an errupted soul on a richter scale
within her lies my unholy grail.
my poem no515…
the california quail a bird bewail
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• 1:27 pm 0
buzznet
bollywoods
most wanted
black sheep
a shallow grave
no mourners
no women to weep
and the designer no1
the photographer no1
the buggered
blogger no1
dead asleep
and the mouth watering mound
of his sucked up sorrow
a garbage heap
good things in life
don’t come cheap
as you sow
so shall you reap
let her dance
a metaphor
a poetic faux pas
flippered fucked feet
skimpyness of her mind
seductively streaking
dont peep
fuck dont get fucked
look before you leap
you dont need fuck to survive
or take a finger fucked sweep
a pictorial shrine
the grave of
bollywoods
most wanted
shia thug
buzznets
most wanted
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• 1:20 pm 0
My garrulous gargoyled
Coquettish cock
Sparsely feathered..
One day in my language began to talk
to me it was no shock
It’s an up and
uncoming poets cock
unjocularly jock
words began to rock
unjawed to unlock
.
He said:
Bald head
You are already wed
Maritally deadly dead
Your balls badly lead
Underbellied
Underfed.
always in debt
me caged
hung
In the water shed.
Why do you fall in
Love on the net,
You shake us dry
no feast or fete
the babes you love
Already committed and wed.
Why don’t you get it over
You pathetic lousy lover
Commit hara kiri on you sodden bed
Why don’t you fuck a guy instead.
But you bald head..you soon forget ,
You got kicked out of Alaska
Bareassed bejewlled and unblest
Whats in the USA.that you cant get at home ..
Fuck Fuck no rest
Yet you want to shed tears on the net..
tears from my cockeyed eyelet
all this for a big titted bimbo
You have never met.
You and your fucking Buzznet..
Don’t ruffle my feathers ..
get the fuck off Fucknett,,
Or I will piss you off with my jet.
You thick skinned unleathered
Firoze Shakir Photographerno1s
Sea cook of a fathered silhouette.
My thoughtful reply to my penile pet:..
I will always love her the lady
No big titted bimbo but the best..
Will meet her on another planet
Some other time at Cupids behest..
A Valentine my first to her on Buzznet.
It is only she that I love on the net.
With blood my tears and my sweat..
Any resemblance to any one living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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• 1:08 pm 0
buzznet will be back shortly
three wise men
gifts motley
a new hope will be born
fortnightly
dont take dfducks
words
lightly
the blog messiah
lighting a path brightly..
youthfulness and
bursting adrenalin
sprightly.
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• 12:37 pm 0
Woman conned the Maker
Woman conned The Serpent
Woman conned The Man.
Fucked
The Apple in the bargain..
the garden of Eden
lies in triangular space between the
Two legs of a woman.
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• 12:32 pm 0
no more blog goddess
no more sweet caress
no more foolishly
loving american women
life in a horrendously
horrible mess
no more a pawn
checkmated
in a game of
cybernetic chess
i am a mound
becoming a mountain
of blogs
as wordly wise
photographerno1
bollywoods most wamted
at word press
my new short cut
my new address.
no more no less
an unuttered silence
called cluttered love
god bless
layer of layer
your deceit undress
slavishly soulless
soliloquy of my distress
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• 12:19 pm 0
she says
she understands..
a finger slaughtered
by wedding bands
a hope fighting
palmless hands
stumps of sorrow
grounded to magical
cybernetic lands..
what she doe not want to say
her thoughts
in my own way i expand
am i being presumptuous
of taking her for granted..
spiciness of indian curry
to mouth watering food that can be bland
biding my time in a poetic adventurism
with my feet sinking in
quicksand..
feelings that wont go away..
bound like new born baby
straight jacketed..
wringing hands
a fledgling hope
wrapped in a poem
i hope she
in her ignorance
Misunderstands..
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• 12:02 pm 0
muslim woman
marriage is sweet sorrow
talak talak talak
3 words borrow
mullah says its over
no today
no tomorrow
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• 11:34 am 0
By George
I am not a political poem writer
Nor a a religious fanatic
Fundamentalist
Or a finger fucked
Twisted arse holed fighter
I am a pictorial poetic writer
handful of wordy images
the noose getting tighter
tighter like
Tobacco is not injurious to health
Says the Cigarette go fuck the lighter
I write Truth dimmed out by news
To make it poetically more brighter
My specialty is seekh kebabed cocks
Barbecued in home made jocks
culinary cunts stewing in frocks
phallic ships in vaginal dry docks
sexual sensationalism
kama sutra shocks
Eunuched euphoria
And flaccid rocks
Rectal road blocks
And from a padlocked
Pedestrian poet
Some more shocks.
Barefeet agony .
and slippery socks
9/11 7/11
bombs
terrorism
suicide bomers
air punishment
blindfolded
human conscience
in a pandoras box.
and may all terrorists
free lancing
and governmental
die by the Pox
this is my reply to a critic at poem hunter.com
my 483 rd poem
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• 11:28 am 0
The rains
Our Pain
wont end
showers to
inundate our souls
as heavenly
blessings god sent
we fall we rise
no we don’t bend
our broken houses
on stilted hopes we mend
and strangers we befriend
and together our human pride
we defend ..
we borrow courage
and good faith we lend
tragedies come and go
we stand as human chain
caste color creed we blend
and this unity
even the gods cant rend
man living as man
on super manly stipend
rain waters create havoc
through
our lives wend,
we on each
other depend.
and this is the message
in gods inbox
we send
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• 11:23 am 0
She has lost her voice
Silence pin drop
Pin dropped noise
To be or not to be
To see or not to see
To flee or not to flee
To free or not to free
Imagination
Fascination
Hibernation
Configuration
Humiliation
Manifestation
Deprivation
Dropped pin
has no choice
a touch of turqoise
her silence in my silence
rejoice.
A Tin Soldier
A Red Indian
A Cowboy
So many dimensions
To a one dimension Toy
a Trojan Horse
A Wooden Horse
In love with the Shadow
of a Helen of Troy
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