Best Concubines Poems
Great King Solomon, wisest of the rulers of Israel,
The favored son of King David, who was beloved of our God,
Did fall from grace in his old age though God suffered him for years.
He warned him and He warned him that his actions would bring tears.
Solomon's wealth and power were known both far and wide,
And kings from other countries brought their daughters for his brides.,
But God said, 'Solomon be wise, send them away from you,
For they are vile before My eyes and all their daughters too.
If you accept them in My son their sins will be on you.'
But Solomon paid The Lord no mind, he welcomed those kings in,
Made pacts, alliances and deals ignoring grievous sins,
Committed by those kings and queens, acts that God abhorred,
And took unto him concubines and wives before The Lord.
Women that God told him were unclean before His eyes,
And that they'd bring their gods with them so strong would be their ties.
That Israel would follow them and he would fall from grace,
And that's just how it happened that Solomon lost face.
Seven hundred took he them and even their gods too.
He let them build their temples and went in with them too.
His heart was turned away from God by the company he kept.
He followed other gods with them and God, Himself, wept.
That's what's happening here today, they're coming here in droves.
Fleeing from oppression that their way of life enclosed.
They say our God offends them and we shouldn't honor Him.
Well their god offends me too so the same is just for them.
They wish to take away from us the very thing they seek.
Denying us our freedoms, our own laws have made us weak.
We are the pagans in their eyes and of little consequence.
They'll change our laws and change our God. I say it don't make sense.
We'll fall from grace like Solomon,
Lose all that we hold dear.
Our freedom gone we'll lose our land,
Then hide and quake in fear.
1Kings 10:11
Burnished pheasant,
Repulsed by noon's bright sunshine,
Rasping brazenly,
Calls the plump hens to his side...
Hurry to him, concubines.
Solomon wouldn't listen,
Though God suffered him for years.
He warned him and He warned him,
That his actions would bring tears.
Solomon's wealth and power,
Were known both far and wide,
And kings from other countries,
Brought their daughters for his brides;
But God said Solomon be wise,
Send them away from you;
For they are vile before My eyes,
And all their daughters too.
If you accept them in, My Son,
Their sins will be on you.
But Solomon paid The Lord no mind,
He welcomed those kings in;
Made pacts, alliances and deals,
Ignoring grievous sins,
Committed by these kings and queens,
Acts that God abhorred,
And took unto him concubines,
And wives before The Lord.
Women that God told him,
Were unclean before His eyes,
And that they'd bring their gods with them,
So strong would be their ties;
That Israel would follow them,
And he would fall from grace,
And that's just how it happened,
And Solomon lost face.
Seven hundred took he them,
And even their gods too.
He let them build their temples,
And went in with them too.
His heart was turned away from God,
By the company he kept.
He followed other gods with them,
And God, Himself, wept.
That's what's happening here today.
They're coming here in droves'
Fleeing from oppression,
That their way of life enclosed.
They say our God offends them,
And we shouldn't honor Him;
Well, their god offends me too,
So the same is just for them.
They wish to take away from us,
The very thing they seek,
Denying us our freedoms,
Our own laws have made us weak.
We are infidels to them,
And of little consequence.
They'll change our laws and change our God.
I say it don't make sense.
We'll fall from grace like Solomon.
Lose all that we hold dear.
Our freedom gone, we'll lose our land,
Then hide and quake in fear.
In my nightmares.
I see you sitting there.
Sitting alone at rivers edge.
I'm almost positive that you're dead.
Because you don't move inside my head.
Roses forming where thorns once fell.
He who desires but does not receive.
Conform to keep you inside prison walls.
Reality seeks fantasy in motionless stalls.
As prisoners keep their concubines tied up in knots.
Thursday 5:30 pm 3/6/2014
The biggest cock I have ever saw
Was coloured a sort of red, feathers
all around its base and little spots
on skinny head
It stood erect for all to see that hens
Might come to play, and soon these
Feathered concubines, in pleasure
Squawked to sway
And big cock resting eyes half-closed
The day’s now peaceful find, with catty
Girls now pecking round and next time
On their mind
So if you see a cock quite large with
Trembling jerking head, take him quiet,
With hens and all, to comfy warming shed.
Eat me first, I am the entrée,
My pink, sleeping prawns
Lie in wait
Tempt my main course, dancing
As in summer buds, flowers of
Goujons, acrobats of love
Fire your lust, washed down with
Blood-red wine, stirring midst
Medallions of beef and more
Then leave the cloth, the dish, the
Opened summer wine, to merry moth’s
Dance around the candlelight and
So we’ll not forget this menu’s
List, this line of straining chariots,
These happy concubines who wait in
Line, as if by sentiment’s dessert;
Perch your ruby lips and tongue’s
Pink tip, and make a kiss on mine
26/10/15
the choking beat of conformity
coagulates internment in the minds
of fascist marches measuring time
shoving tubes filled with dictates
down the gullet of my spirit
wishing to be at least severed
from the instance of alignment
inherent in the laughing dream
which destroys ambitions of rain
-bows arching toward constellations
(a distorted and twisted version of the uni
-verse is still wavering alternative…
…dimensions into the crevice of an animal
eyeing and praying for nothing save rain
and prey to be plentiful despite their screams…)
must keeps the string extending
into nuclear holocaustic burns freezing
specters of old films dissolving
bubbles of arteries swelling grand
-father gasping at the why dangling
in the sky…stratospheric metaphors
…and off-key colors spill like incense
into the flame of creation harkening
dances of concubines combining
their hair like an enigma
lost in the tip of a hum
life splits the secret of the tongue
a hue reflecting djinns of you
releases peace in a white explosion
swimming a thousand curses in sand
blinding in the storm of suffering
until the palliating confusion tears
and the witnesses remain in the caesarian
-section of divided moons of elliptical doubt
orbiting the cloud of world-leaders
scratching the chin of sin smirking…
Whorls of smoke mock the void of the heavens; in a wiggling ascent
With lusting waists of a samba decent.
Turmoil combs the fragile mane of the soil
The scalp is torn and leathery fingers of dust rest against the helm.
The stench of burning tires staggers on its knocked feet.
Embers are peach, ashes are red; a jihad is ablaze.
While ceasefire less sure-fire, birthdays wis deathdays;
Missiles are fireflies, explosions are lullabies and cops are corpses.
Life lays under the belly of the drone
And Islam feels a bending moment about the fulcrum of redefinition.
Fathers rot in the mild stomach of war;
Mothers drought in barren maroon eyes;
The succulent chaste vines of daughters squashed for concubines;
Cheerful flames of innocence choke in lanterns of caliphates,
Quills swim in ink, wrists are steady and boys are authors of death.
A realm lit with dead air, no heirs
Human rights lay in mass graves
While death and her cousins dance in a masquerade.
Soils are rich with the blood they sip
Walls bleed on in reds of graffiti.
White phosphorus rains, post traumatic stress reigns the rainbows.
Wings are spread and the tail is cocky,
Tides are breathing and the black flag wafts on,
With flickers of pride darting off its white scribblings.
But the drone cuddles its belly, licks its fingers,
The drone burps as the flag wafts on.
I never walk for fitness
Coz I walk for conveyance
I don’t run to look cool
But I run to get to school
I never count my calories
I’m lucky just to have a bite
I don’t have the luxury of lifts
Stairs are all I have for any height
I fry my food and eat sugar
And it’s not often that I can
And I eat salt coz it feels mighty right
Remember, I’m lucky just to have a bite
You consider me ungodly for being polygamous
“Whats the difference?” I ask
I have five wives and my children are nineteen
You have one wife and your concubines umpteen
You think I’m crazy, I say not
You say I’m illogical, I think not
To you I’m reckless and senseless
But I know my life is not a mess
Listen to me western native
I am different but not inferior
My attempt at your language is not fine
But have you ever tried mine?
He had concubines
He had call girls of curls and of wool
He had gigantic heart and tender soul
He had had desire for his nurse
He had witch hazel blending with his kisses
He had invited comfort and joy to partake
He had hunger beyond measure
He had his menu spread out before him
He had an ear for foreign music
He had the nerve to eat and become gluttony
He had licked clean the plateau of plenty
He had had dinner, desert, and adoration
He had keen understanding of a woman
He had stood seven feet tall, yet silent
He had puppy dog eyes with tears when I left
He had gazillion stories undocumented.
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He is an ant,nonentity and an entertainer,
He walks half naked in torn clothes,
dance openly in the market square
to music that is not there,
The crowd applaud with amusement.
He has no home
dump hill or underground tunnel serves as his niche,
has many relatives who come to
watch him display,
He soliloquizes,so they think;
seeing things that are not there;
Is he mad?
He eats 'fresh' food from dust bins and incinerators,
He looks healthy, never sick;
Freedom to move without hindrance,
He communes with astral beings,
he has no fear,no sorrow nor pain;
His teeth is darker than amber and
the smell from his mouth is 'pleasant and killing'.
Then comes another being-
a lion,a he-goat and a lover of money,
He prides himself in luxury;state house is his abode,
Many surround him to watch his display,
sixteen luxurious cars,with five duplexes
and a private jet,with many concubines,
Is he mad?
He eats 'fresh' meat from silver or gold plates,
he looks fresh and healthy,but sick in the mind,
cannot move freely for fear
of being molested or killed,
Is he sane?
Wasteful spending is part of his trait,
Corruption and embezzlement are his garments,
Spends money overseas;establishing industries and hospitals
in foreign lands,
while at home,many are jobless,hungry and dying;
dying from lack of medical care and facilities,
dying from poverty and malnutrition,
yet,he throws golden coins around,
Is he wise?.
Whether an ant or a lion,
The spectators will disappear,
the ovation will stop,
the blood will cease flowing
and the air will stop circulating,
the clean or dirty body will decay,
Just one day,one minute and a second;
the luxury tarnishes and
golden fleets varnish into thin air;
The two will enter the belly of the earth,
"dust you are, and dust you shall return".
Then,if that is the case,
Why accumulate wealth at the detriment of many?
Nitwits!and fools!;people with myopic visions,
They have little understanding;yet,they are educated,
Between the ant and the lion,
who is really mad?..
In the virgin pool waters of Point Erin
stood a siren in her fairest beauty all -
my heart dared to want and its flesh of sin
did upon her beguiling favours call.
Remembered are the concubines of court -
a fire in my codpiece and in my jocks,
jousting grey knights whom over you fought
and a Celtic Queen in long flaxen locks.
Over the toll bridge a young lord and prince
from the realm of Epsom landed Birkdale,
to seek sweet raptures in my limerence
by she possessed of its Unholy Grail.
O’ what forbidden enchantment was she
when the spinning bottle of fortune spun,
and what soft lingering kiss given me
when the party kissing contest we won.
Every once in a while the stars and fates
shine upon the archer and his longbow,
and the wondered youthful heart elates
at its piercing tip and flight of arrow.
Over the toll bridge a young lord and prince
from the realm of Epsom landed Birkdale,
to seek sweet raptures in my limerence
by she possessed of its Unholy Grail.
Written: April 1994
I APPEAL ME'LORD
Litigations against me
Carnal sins counted thrice
Insanity, sterility, concubines-
Concocted, hence
Baseless.
I can sing,
ëEvery night in my dream
I see you, I feel you
Thatís how, I know you
My heart will go on, far across the distance
And spaces between usí,
Celine on cape, dolefully.
I pray on my knees
My daughter, my blood
Honest to wedlock.
I read with reverence,
ëAsathoma Satgamaya
Thamasoma Jyothirgamaya
Mrithyoma Amrithamgamayaí.
My Pranam to Sun,
ëLet your rays be my guideí.
Plaintiff and accusations-
Why, why, I falter
Falsification of life
Pushing me, a muscle storm
Perched on unreachable heights.
I appeal Me'Lord
No bats with wickedness
No crooked defamations
No fake witnesses
Creep to your desk.
Let her place before You
Cool !!! CoolÖÖÖ
Her wish to move to poles different
Separation
Lift the pendency.
My flesh trembles,
Iím afraid of judgements.
I bow my head
Put my thumb.
Shower justice to see my daughter
Once in a year,
X-mas eves
When reindeers draw sledge
When Santa calls
My child and me
At our door-
I succumb
I yield
I fix my thumb
On my fate
I yield ÖÖ
I find solace among the trees
It's a very quiet place to be
Away from human interaction
buried in the heart and soul of the convention
Boulders scattered underneath the trees
spanning over many centuries
I wonder how they got there
The ice age must have deposited them there
Rotten logs lay flat between them
repeating a favorite bible verse
Where the tree falls there it lies
until judgement takes it to the sky
Dead trees tell no tales and the boulders
are witness of the age
I stood on top of a giant boulder
and view the place all over
someone must have been hanging out there
because I saw an empty beer can
bearing the slogan "born in the Rockies"
and a gigantic bird feather laying close by
suggesting that something might be cooking in the sky
The Indians were at peace before the bulldozer came
And drive them out into open shame
The mountains could not hold them and the
trees could not contain them
The trees the rocks the ocean and the river
put them together and you will get the answer
The story has been told over and over
until it is spilling all over
Mystics come and go
showing you which way to go
Whether you go right or left
you will experience the same death
King Solomon was a wise man
But he corrupted the entire land
with evil Gods and beautiful women
He thought that was the best path
to make his Kingship last
Strange Gods start pouring in
left right and center
Speechless God without hands and ears
bearing a wicked Karma
Wooden Gods, stone Gods
and all types of evil Gods in the cosmic
whom they believe will make them prosper
But they are aiming for a terrible disaster
The churches are bear and empty
And false Gods surround the pulpits
Driving a wedge in the congregation
Causing much desolation
Solomon and his foreign concubines
Created a new bloodline
setting the world on fire
stirring up a real hell-fire
and provoking people to conspire
concubines of the highway march with wisdom hips hugging earth flowers of rain
strain of time rain in the window reborn of glass gods crumble to heaven
gold graffiti in stone sentinels on the edge of dreamless deserts
jack of hearts stallions spurs creaking doors saloons
pianos of war dribbling hitler stalin for the eyes
to blink mirages of salvation dying of thirst
echoing bibles the cloth blessed black
wings of conquest fanning screams
wrapped in blood born years