Black Poetry : The King And I Within The Authority Of God

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    The King And I

    Oh thy precious King my brother the Nubian King
    I set before the Calvary and plead your case.
    I the women of your foundation feel your tears.
    Cloaked in the image of man when some defame your name.

    I set before the Calvary with the script upon my hands
    I plead the blood of Jesus, I reclaim the kingdom of your land.
    All that fight against me I shall die within the carcass of the frame.
    I the Queen of your castle shall also reclaim my rightful place.
    The damnations that sat upon the sanctuary of mother has drifted
    and fell apart to steal a kings palace is to put a dagger in his heart.

    Chapter 6 The Songs Of Solomon

    There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
    My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
    Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
    I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley, and to see whether the vine flourished and the pomegranates budded.
    Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Amminadib.
    Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies.

    Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
    My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
    I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
    Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.
    Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me: thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
    Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.
    As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

    Book 22 : Song of solomon - Chapter 001
    The song of songs, which is Solomon's.
    Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
    Because of the savoir of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
    Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
    I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
    Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
    Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?
    If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

    Chapter 5 Songs Of Solomon

    I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
    I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
    I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?
    My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
    I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.
    I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
    The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
    I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of
    What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?
    My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
    His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
    His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
    His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
    His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
    His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
    His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
    Chapter 6 Let A Black man speak The songs Of Solomon

    I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.

    "I Rise You My King"

    Through the eyes of the old soul the prophesies of a king
    The Nubian King I give grace to thee.
    Let not thy gravious hardships be the victory of thy lost.
    The soldiers shall not fall upon the way side.

    Chapter 3 Songs Of Solomon
    By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
    I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
    The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
    It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
    I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

    Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

    They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
    King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
    He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
    Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

    he please.
    Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?​