Best Testaments Poems

The Testaments

Behold, the essence of aubergine and a trail of sparkles yields the moment to radiant reds, like a breasted robin of autumns abandon legions in crumpled layers, impaled to moisten saffron petals and chartreuse fronds,

Strewn against a capricious path that points to a dusty...

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As an old saying put it
The New Testament lies hidden in the Old
The Old Testament is unveiled in the New...

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Fertile silt spilt over its bank
Providing voluptuous life
Northward compass unusual
to intersect with Orion
Illuminated stars for wise men three
Moses basket ride, Israelite pride
Life along miles of virile poignant Nile

Omnipotent sent a proffer
Humble son gift euphonious
Trinity, accept the offer
Blest banks of Jordan, satiate 
Acceptance grant by the...

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                               I'll share
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Margaret Atwood's: The Testaments

Offering to surf a periwinkle wave with broad sets of sprawls,
entertaining a receptive ivory sea of crested puffiness, 

wooing anointing doves to joyously immerse creation,
toward its pure dawning rise of scriptures souls.

***I read some reviews, it's an intriguing read into the insights...

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                       it felt az if
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                             i killed
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                  "Speak to them"
              Yahweh Commanded 
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              there'z no doubt
                  it's known
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                      mhmm
                     the quail
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                           the rose
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                                 whut
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Just below its surface
the body is furiously writing,
we would translate
but the language is obscure.

Upon a night
when clouds blanket eyes
the great works of the flesh
emerge.

Legend and myths appear
in plain text.
The body, as if dead
gives up its inner voice,
blind eyes read a tactile Brail
words imprinted
on the clay...

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                              "who are you"
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Too many think that they are God
Too many think that they know God
Too many think that they see God
Too many talk like they know God
Too many sins
Too many Satans
Too many prosecutors
Too many executors
Too many judges
Too many smudges
Too many think that they are right
Too many, for...

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