.
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 ')
.
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
.
whut
cauze she
cut my hair
she still kissed me
'fore down
went them thar pillarz
mine remember
yes
i
.
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
.
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"" ;)
.
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
.
"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.
.
"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
.
"who are you"
forth it's lip's garble
whilst mine duke's digits roamed it's taut
"what"
again past thoze thick
well
out forth'd
"what"
save
"mmm"
i called it she
she called i
he
roused
'bout it
now az
we
lay'd together
forth'n them
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.
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
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
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~
word count 74
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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