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Feb 09, 2017 09:47AM

67670 Here is the first review of my new art book, Inspired by Art: A Peek at Bathsheba, written by Top 500 Amazon reviewer:

ByOff Grid...And Loving It...TOP 500 REVIEWERon February 7, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase

This is an incredible collection of paintings, etchings and sculptures that artists have completed throughout several centuries. The artists are from at least 10 countries and include France, America, Germany, Russia, Italy and Austria to name a few. The reader will be able to see Moreau, Rembrandt, Schwebel, Picasso, Raphael and Cezanne - once again just a few of those in the book. It should be noted that I read this on the Cloud and was able to admire the collection perfectly.

Some have quotes under the art work and one that caught my attention was from a Dutch man named Dirk, Vis. The quote reads 'The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?'.

As one imagines this volume covers the story of David and Bathsheba. The paintings start with the bath of Bathsheba, David's request to bring Bathsheba to him, the adultery, Uriah and his death, Nathan's arrival and David praying.

A most rewarding book for me to look at this snowy afternoon. It was also an excellent refresher for me about the story of King David and Bathsheba.

Healing does take place....but one must ask for it.

Most highly recommended.

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Inspired by Art A Peek at Bathsheba (The David Chronicles Book 7) by Uvi Poznansky
Feb 01, 2017 01:01PM

67670 In his eyes, she was the most beautiful girl in the world—not only because of the hazy glare of the spotlight, through which he saw her rosy blush, the long, slender arms, and the glitzy black dress, but because of the heavenly, harmonious music, which she made reverberate in the air, all around her--

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So kiss me and say that you will understand

Jan 22, 2017 10:16AM

67670 Charity quietly chuckled. She enjoyed their constant trading of playful insults every morning but the fun was over once they were on the set. Christopher ran a tight ship, and everyone was too intimidated to do anything but what he demanded, much less be able to enjoy their work. Charity was relieved to discover the first kiss scene was scheduled first. With that out of the way, Johnny wouldn’t be subjected to spending a day of watching her kiss another man--

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Have you ever kiss a man before? Where's the passion?

Jan 17, 2017 07:33AM

67670 And her eyes, oh, the sultry look in her eyes! It was directed just a bit over me and off to the side, making me wish she would turn and once, only once, bring me into view. I pinned her above my bed, so Rita may visit me in my dreams, and promptly forgot all about Lotte Lehmann--

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The magic of your eyes, your kiss

Jan 12, 2017 09:05AM

67670 She smiles, leans her head against my shoulder. For the duration of the touch, everything around us seems to vanish, even my worries. I gather her gently into my arms, holding her like a breath.
Instinctively Natasha nuzzles up to me.
In a heartbeat I cup her face in my hands and there we stand, both of us in awe of the moment, kissing. Her lips are both sweet and salty--

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Both of us are in awe of the moment

Jan 08, 2017 02:03PM

67670 And so he held me there, a long, long time in the dark. And me, I got to touch his lips, and that crease up there, on his forehead, and we swayed back and forth: I clinging to him, he—to that one girl, the girl he used to know--

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And so he held me there, a long, long time in the dark

Jan 07, 2017 02:01PM

67670 No more sadness, no more blues
Lets put on our dancing shoes!
I'll get ready for our date
Check your watch and don't be late--

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A Touch of Passion is what I need

Jan 05, 2017 10:12AM

67670 Bring me roses, bring me wine
Let me be your Valentine
Please don't dream about valor
I'll just die if you go to war--

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Our story waiting for its start

Dec 25, 2016 02:52PM

67670 ★★★★★ and Full of Understanding.
By Ia Uaro
This is a beguiling story of a beautiful love, war intrigues, and Alzheimer’s pain that’s both deep and humorous. You learn new things about fascinating places, long ago time, and challenges that some people must face in life from Uvi’s detailed and well researched work. At the same time, her excellent storytelling skills and well developed characters never fail to entertain.
I grab Uvi's work when I want to have a good time.

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Dancing with Air (Still Life with Memories #4) by Uvi Poznansky
Dec 22, 2016 02:01PM

67670 Boys and girls swarm all over the place, they come in droves, carrying bouquets of wildflowers, baskets loaded with fruit and baked goods, and bundles filled with dates, nuts, and raisins, in short, anything to help sustain me here, in the wilderness. They lay these gifts at the mouth of my cave and expect me to smile upon them with grace and gratitude. I do, even though I have no use anymore for what they bring, because I figure it would take years to consume all that food--

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They lay these gifts at the mouth of my cave

Dec 21, 2016 08:51AM

67670 No one but me knows how these doubts gnaw at me. I carry on with matters of the state, and to all appearances I am a happy man. I attend plays, sheep shearing feasts, sword fights, hunting trips. I laugh at official parties. I make love to my wives. I send gifts to my daughter, Tamar, who keeps returning them back to me--

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I send gifts to my daughter, Tamar, who keeps returning them to me

Dec 19, 2016 01:08PM

67670 I wanted to tell her how I admired her courage, the risk she took, riding it all by herself, without my guidance, to get here. I wanted to tell her she should have stayed away. But by now I knew that for me, she would dare take any chance, come what may.
“Oh Lenny,” she said. “You look... I have no words for it.”
Overcome with sudden joy I staggered towards her.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go.”
In confusion I asked, “Where to?”
And Natasha said, “Anywhere, my love. Anywhere but here.”

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In a matter of seconds, my entire world changed

Dec 18, 2016 09:30AM

67670 It felt like evening, noon, morning, and suddenly night again; winter, fall, summer, and suddenly spring again. Edna touched her body. It seemed more agile, more slender. A change was upon her; she could sense it despite her drowsiness. She turned over. By some strange twist, she fancied that she was suddenly flat chested. 
Curiously, the sleepier she became—the more her body awakened. It ached with desire. She must have boxed up this feeling and now, it could no longer be denied—

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Winter, fall, summer, and suddenly spring again

Dec 17, 2016 08:26PM

67670 He didn’t eat very much, she noticed. A few slices of chicken, a roll. Salad without dressing. A small portion of the eggplant that he’d probably added to his plate to be polite. Long fingers held the knife and fork. Was that the watch she’d gotten him for Christmas? Where was his wedding ring?

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Was that the watch she’d gotten him for Christmas?

Dec 08, 2016 10:05AM

67670 Doing the happy dance! The audiobook edition of my novel, Dancing with air, has just been released! Share with me the marvel of listening to my gifted narrator, Don Warrick, gives voice to a young, adventurous marine, to his beautiful girlfriend, to her overbearing Mama, and to a host of other characters, painting the contrasts that heighten the drama in this novel--

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Doing the happy dance! Dancing with Air

Dec 06, 2016 08:23AM

67670 The engine rattled under me, giving a raw, intense rhythm to the urban cacophony, composed of sounds of drivers, peddlers, shoppers, cops, and soldiers. This beat connected me to the throngs of people and at the same time, separated me. And yet, listening to it forced me to set aside my silence, my sense of loneliness, and take them all in—

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Add a splash of blue winter, 'cause you I miss

Dec 05, 2016 11:15AM

67670 "Are you cold?"
His question made her aware that she'd been totally oblivious to the chilly breeze that had picked up. This was the time of year when the days were still hot and sultry with leftover summer temperatures, but the evenings cooled quickly with the early sunset.
"It's not too bad," she said, but was terribly happy when he pulled her closer, wrapping his other arm around her protectively.
"Is this better?" he murmured huskily--

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Her ultimate dream was about to come true

Dec 04, 2016 09:24AM

67670 I'm honored to be interviewed on Aaron Paul Lazar's illustrious blog, Murder by 4, where we had a lovely chat about my new romance box set, Love in Times of War. Please check out my Interview:

Interview with Uvi Poznansky

Dec 02, 2016 09:38AM

67670 “I wish,” says the old man, “we would never forget this hour.”
And I think, Why, what a grand sentiment! I wish you could just be quiet.
And he says, to himself this time, “Winter is coming. The day is shorter, it seems. And the shorter it is—the more precious each minute--”

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The shorter is the day—the more precious each minute

Dec 01, 2016 08:33AM

67670 That night after dinner, Blake escorted Nellie to the library.
“Let’s sit, shall we?” he pointed to the settee in front of the fireplace, where a roaring fire blazed, warding off the evening chill. “Would you care for some brandy or tea perhaps?”
“Thank you, I’m fine.”
He poured himself two fingers of the golden brown liquid into a snifter and swirled it round and round in the glass. “A ritual,” he explained, “so I could get used to the flavor.”
“Not something you generally care for, I take it.”

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A roaring fire blazed, warding off the evening chill

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