About The Author and Artist

Beth "Batyah" Ginzberg is the owner, CEO and founder of "Ginzberg Creative Arts and Writing, Inc." She is a descendant of the Davidic Line of the Mashiach and is an Israelite Hebrew Priestess. Her father was a Levi Hebrew Priest. Ginzberg is an information scientist and an artist and writer. She writes her poetry in honor and memory of her father Emanuel Ginsburg and in honor of and love for her mother Jarie Vavra Granton.


Friday, September 6, 2019

THE INHERITED SWEETNESS OF AN AUTUMN NEW YEAR

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When is a knot not a knot when it's not, Yah got? A silent K in Knot like a silent K in Knight a small sized letter K in king. The king who couldn't, no such things as kings a silent night ghost not to fight please come close. The awakening cracking of a seashell my ear in the middle of the night to hear the wisdom of the sea wind blowing circulating in the shell owls hooting, shooting deer dear venison or an antelope eloping, blind groping family coping love over the miles cyberspace send my true love Skype: postage, telephone, email, greetings cards meeting her affections with my fondness, calling it loving-kindness. True Unconditional Real Love. Happy New Year my peaceful dove!

The radiant queenly priestly orange golden tanned facial color tinted eyes squinted she eats sweets pure potatoes, one per day, chases her fears away. Her golden glowing kindness is forever. Fancy finesse. A blue, purple and red-dyed woolen dress. Crimson red, to be fed. Oil paints patented watercolor raining rainbow bowing at the waist a signature, hand-signed co-authored authority authorized authorization not a day to waste.


Finery, figuring finely features featured find found not blunt a face beauty Thursday's child fairness of face, grace. Wondering wonderment, gorgeousness, righteousness no deceit untruths. A white lie can be beautifully clean: purity surety, a lead to happiness, then indeed it do apply certainty, believably honestly.


Teething trusting "In God We Trust" on a dollar bill upsetting the apple cart torturous tendencies needing understanding understood as we stand stood in command a serpent our tongue, tongue two forks two bites a young tongue that tastes sweetness, honey grape juice pomegranates feed me more manna, please sweetie.


Born a fond blonde, toe-head, hair changed blonde to brown to black. Auburn? Can we burn awe? Brown as black darkness awesomeness. Black is better not bitter. Awe is okay we can see our way God in fire as we light our candles smoke blowing higher. God as passionate as feeling full of fire to cook our foods to make a birthday wish to blow out flames candles snuffed. How many candles lighted? As many as you want, wanting wishing desired, my beloved wishy-washy back n' forth on a seesaw really neat sweetie sweet heart good morning you're awake! Thank God no mourning. 


Queen Esther now polyESTER warm man-made women-sewed fabric comfy material matching colors Halloween orange and black Monarch butterflies tickle too. A Halloween birthday soon to be. A polyester scary costume fabric no ironing no dry cleaning not we need. A beautiful clothing outfit picked out, a ticket to go: a ticket to a symphony orchestra opera sounds of lightening thunder plunging flying higher in height pounding drums shouting Shofars tuned-in tinkling of a bell tingling ringing moving to n' fro on the hem of your skirt, a new year to celebrate, the creature feature cries of the Shofar to it be alert! Selah Sarah. 

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