Short Concubine Poems

Sorry, Fred, no, you can't be my concubine.  But maybe I know of someone...........

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Concubine
are extra
food for consumption.
Why make yourself food?
To a man that's filled?...

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Chloey was a concubine
By the time that she was nine
Gents who should have saved her
Said only she was mighty fine....

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She spoke herself as Goddess.
I am Mathamma Goddess to
The lute of lonely men.
I make divided couples,
That men shall suffer
And there loyalties are
Divided to make profit for me.
A whore underserving of love
Might I than be your concubine.
To smile and hug your wife
that she is ignorant of our
togetherness....

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Limerick: Once the Middle Kingdom’s top Concubine

Once the Middle Kingdom’s top Concubine*
Said to rule China through love combine
Dallying generals: O! Dear!
Forced Emperor to fear:
Eunuch strangled her at Buddhist shrine.

*Emperor Xuanzong’s Consort and his daughter-in-law,
Yang Guifei, 719-756 C.E.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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An elderly concubine looks
at the black silky lace* 
in the crimson casket
with a smile of understanding.
The royal gift of grace
from the new young sultan.

* The Lace Of The Sultan. Whoever got it had to commit suicide by strangling himself with it.

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A sight thats so divine
So much it makes me whine
What a wonderful design
A creation concubine
Sunshine your love
 

Like a taste of fine wine
Hearts that intertwine
Thoughts that refine
It sends shivers down my spine
Sunshine your love
 

Im feeling benign
I cant wait for a sign
Of a love thats mine
An angel to enshrine
Sunshine your love
 

By Leonard Napierskie...

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To blame it on me
I sure think you have
My thought was wrong 
Until I listened to you song
I have grieved you for long
That such passion you crave
How I wished I knew
My life would have been true
I have really my life a mess
And myself deprived so much
I was such
Like a thorn in your flesh
I wish to confess
Beside you
At my passing on
Today...
The concubine poisoned me....

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It was like homecoming of
timber rattle snake.
A bit jarring.

Signs were acquitted,
when the summer becomes
sensuous at dusk.

I start collecting the colors
from sky. The night was
moving behind the moon-

like a concubine, in black
skirt. Amidst the gray clouds
a green man was laughing.

The death’s translation
was simple. Nobody will
attend the funeral of sun.


Satish Verma...

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For the shark

A verse wanton of many an eternity
A story told-
weak, strong, slumbering, bold-
A man
A shark
Elusive concubine of the dark-
Adorer of the ancient
devastating ocean,
Scrutinizing humans repel your potion-
Alone-
You
and your lover swims away
In her world of watery abyss
you join
your heart-
she will never betray. 


Inspired by Isidor Ducasse (Comte De Lautreamont).
A. Green...

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A concubine, harlot, and a mistress
to us all
Enticing us with her beauty
seducing men and women 
to do her biding
leading us astray into the depths
of perversion
with blurred vision we follow her every
command 
Not knowing that her cabal with Greed,
Pride, Hatred, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Anger,
and Ignorance
ends with our destruction.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka
The Brown Philosopher aka The Green 
Poet aka Red Seven...

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A concubine, harlot, and a mistress to us 
all
Enticing us with her beauty seducing men 
and women to do her biding
Leading us astray into the depths of 
perversion with blurred vision
we follow her every command
Not knowing that her cabal with Greed, 
Pride, Hatred, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Anger, 
and Ignorance
ends with our destruction
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka 
The Green Poet...

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A concubine and a mistress
to us all
Enticing everyone with her sexiness 
seducing men and women to do her 
biding
Leading us astray into the depths of 
perverision
with blurred vision we follow her every 
command
Not knowing that her cabal with Greed, 
Pride, Hatred,
Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Anger, and 
Ignorance
ends with our destruction
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown 
Philosopher...

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"Trick or Treat!"
"Why are you standing in the street?"
     "I'm a Hobo with smelly feet."  He He

      "Trick or Treat!"
"Who are you suppose to be?"
     "I'm Picnochio!"
"But you have a cheerio around your nose!"

     "Trick or Treat!"
"I like the classic bedsheet."

     "Trick or Treat!"
"who are you suppose to be?"
     "I'm Frankenstein.  My son here is Einstein,
and my wife Caroline has come as my concubine!"...

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A concubine and a mistress to us all
enticing everyone with her sexiness
seducing men and women to do her 
biding
Leading us astray into the depths of 
perversion
with blurred visions we follow her every 
command
Not knowing that her cabal with Greed, 
Pride, Hatred, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony, Anger,
and Ignorance 
ends with our destruction
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown 
Philosopher...

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I wish she were my concubine
all wrapped in my celebrity,
draped, Dali-like around my neck
or me melded between her thighs,
not just a deity
who floats past floored-jaws
as if they were a guard of honour.

A virtual sniper
fixating her in a thousand yard stare,
firing bullets of desperation
hoping to pierce her heart,

but I am a candle in a flash bulb supernova
not even the burn in retina's memory,
just a mote in jetsam discarded....

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Hey! There’s a fruit in the garden!
Shiny, supple, neurotic
She grows with quivering vitality

Glinty-eyed vampire of the rows
She renders the fertile loam
A barren concubine

Beware the unsuspecting seedling
How dare she take root here!
Sanctions of soil are harsh indeed

Roots wretched in sick haste
Twisting
Sucking downward

Who would suspect
The glorious stalkdangler
Replete with promise of sweet juice

To taint God’s loam
With dark pulp
Of crawling hate?...

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I love my cigarettes
The pleasure, sticks
I’m tellin’ you

Coffin nails
You’re calling them
It simply isn’t true

They increase my confidence
It’s the nicotine
You see

A happy drug you understand
My doctors
Said to me

So I keep, smoking 
I don’t care
They are helpin’ with my flair

Love lookn’ at 
My King Size pack
While reclinin’ on my back

So spare me the lectures
My tobacco she’s real fine
Virginia that’s my sweetheart’s name
My lovely concubine : )

©david byrne july ‘12...

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