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 field in white, ebbing the tides of a wintry breath, facing an arched hall of a supreme grandiose silken veiled sky,
It distributes elegance and beauty and cast it hither for its righteous placing, neath the surge of an ocher spread of sunflowers, that escort its mentored Sun,
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.
2019 September 11
*1st Place*
Fall Into Fall
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
As an old saying put it
The New Testament lies hidden in the Old
The Old Testament is unveiled in the New
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 author
Pontius Pilate governing Saviors fate
Instinct attitude, caveat debate
Imbibe in the soul space, venerate place~
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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 the wrong reasons, fight
Like there is no tomorrow
What a shame! What a sorrow!
Too many think that they know more than they know
Thank God, they can barely see the peacock and the crow
In front of their nose. The dagger behind the head is not
Under the radar. The moon sees everything. The sun is hot
For countless unexplained reasons
Both have an innocuous impact on the seasons
Too many false geniuses
To many mad scientists
Too many strange analysts
With worthless doctoral degrees
Human being is a thinking piece of meat
With unusual behaviors that meet
No coherent criterion, and at times violate
Rules, laws, theorems and the advices of the prelate.
Too many think that they are God
And few are willing to obey the commandments
Too many think that they know God
And few honestly believe in the testaments
Too many think that they know God
And they die and disappear like the smoker's puff
Too many behave like they know God
Think about the whole thing: honestly, this is playing bluff.
Copyright © April 2012, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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I'll share
sure
'twuz desperately
yes
hern sheath
its umber
'gainst mine
ruddy
'Top mine
'Neath it
You
Please
you imagine
for i
with ponder
with revelation
'twuz yes for certain
hern pretty loved me
mine jerusalemite
mine precious shulamite
mine wife
made me
feel like
king
*Sunday'z Testamonial ')
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"Speak to them"
Yahweh Commanded
my
straight off
pick'n 'part
mine
appetite
"not even hern Yahweh"
I dare not
phuk
front
His Holy
"not one
little
phuk"
i dare not speak'd
'bove
Yahweh's
Thunder
(chillax)
*Rekhta Dictionary
rekhtadictionary.com › meaning-of-"phuk"
English meaning of "phuk".... The sudden
sound of a flash or spark.
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whut
cauze she
cut my hair
she still kissed me
'fore down
went them thar pillarz
mine remember
yes
i
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 of womankind bearing upon a prophetic assemblage of the impending future -- I preface a muse entitled 'The Testaments' as a colorful introductory honoring her book sort-of-speak for newcomers -- unless they read 'Handmaid's....'
2019 September 14
*4th Place*
Arbitrium Divisa 4
~~Gregory R Barden
Referenced: The Testaments 09/11/2019
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i killed
two hundred
evil warriorz for
michal'z sought after
hern
she loved it
i killed
one
for bathsheba'z naked
taut
she fear'd for her
life
.
the rose
gleaning
Jehovah's plant
and the grant
i
to
lift the flower'z
pretty
ahh
ruth
az
oil uv olive
bathing
mine
lips
.
mhmm
the quail
thuh manna
and unto the
eventual
mine wife mine
delite
the sum
never learned
let me think
mhm
i know'd they heard
uv my sister
insulting
Jehovah God Almighty
her seven dayz
uv
affliction
*regard "delite" vide supra...
"for hundreds uv years before
the word 'delight' appeared,
the original spelling (same
meaning) wuz, "delite"" ;)
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there'z no doubt
it's known
mine faithful
directly
Yahweh
i wish'd
thuh wee bit closer the indulgerz uv
mine faith
az in
rahab'z reach
'side
mine pupils
directly
mine thinks
.
it felt az if
from
sunrise
unto
sunrise
I assured mine self
one day
the read would be
namez
namez
namez
twist'n tongues
and
spirits
i'm certain readers will have
the jolly time
hey
my brother and i had to register
them all
oooooh
and did i mention
abstinence
tap
.
"zipporah"
"zipporah"
out past mine lips
When
my needed
jethro's well's cool sustenance
az
Jehovah God Almighty’s
Bright
mine back baked
unto
“zipporah”
“zipporah”
hern bathe mine pled
‘fore
mine trek
up
Mount Horeb
‘pon
Holy
Ground
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 tablet of being.
When daylight peeps
we emerge from these myths
embodied
as the ghosts
of our self-authored
testaments.