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Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Background Information:

Philosophy, Law, Theology, International Relations, Political Science and Banking.

Hometown: New York, NY

Me and my world: I have learned to read with the eyes of my soul.


I am the son of man from sacral seed;
I won't allow acts of the flesh proceed
To disrupt my loyal worship to beauty!


Cooperative attitude, gratitude and reverent admiration; a world that has “no poet me”, but intergalactical creators by the Grace of Mother Poet.


Friends are alchemists that make gold from the foam of waves on the shore of their grace, and make diamond from condensed vapors of the rainbow of love. Friends are the pillars of peace.


There is only one race on Earth: The human race. When we understand that we are the human race, there will be no places for Eris and Ares on this planet.


Perseverance is the tool of the doers, and dream is the vehicle driven
by the wise on the road of creation.


“The Humanity Of The Gods” –
S – XLIII
Let mankind understand the order of the planet.
It’s time for all to gather and sow seed of justice,
Before time disallows use of tools to build ships
To rescue human children from deluge of blood!


Within the last paragraph of – A DEFENSE OF POETRY by Percy Bysshe Shelley, – http://www.thomaslovepeacock.net/defence.html

One may read:

“The most unfailing herald, companion and follower of the awakening of a great people to work a beneficial change in opinion or institution, is Poetry. At such periods there is an accumulation of the power of communicating and receiving intense and impassioned conceptions respecting man and nature.” (Coda)
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“... EVERY POET IS RIGHTFULLY ENTITLED TO HIS OR HER INDIVIDUAL PERSPECTIVE AND METHODOLOGY, EVERY POET’S VOICE IS A VALID AND VALUED ONE.” – ABERJHANI
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewarticle.asp?id=20352
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In English, as in any other language, there are rules that one must follow. In Poetry one must follow the language’s rules, and feel free to improve any branch of the poetic art; one has license to create around, change forms, styles and concepts, but one can never forget that there is no “poetic license” to assassinate the language and its principles.

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WHAT MAKES THE HISTORY OF A POET IS NOT THE NUMBER OF PAGES WRITTEN, BUT THE NUMBER OF SOULS INSPIRED BY HER/HIS WORK.
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When a dew of respect flows from a leaf of love and touches the tree of sublimity, fruits of wonder grow, gratitude flows, justice flourishes; and a true Poet’s Quill flies to diffuse harmony – etching words of creativity on a scroll of grace.


“WHEN THE BLADES OF THE SWORDS SHINE”


On a journey to justice for Justice everywhere,
By Mandamus of the Great Heavenly Cloner,
I wake up daily – before Eos kisses the Sun,
And stand by the tower of Justice to recite:

This is a unique day to create wonders…!
Rise up to serve and fulfil thy sublime task,
Going throughout the planet, –resting no where–,
Showing that the brightness of thy sacred swords
Is an invitation to those willing to kill ambition,
The egotism; the indifference and fanaticism,
To become citizens of the kingdom of gratitude,
A confederated country within the realm of love;
A state of justice in the empire of creation…
Land of the just where ambrosial and edible meals
Are served as daily bread to all, and one may use…
Enjoy all one can, with nothing to be spoiled away,
Sharing the grace of the doers and togetherness
In partnership with the Great Cloner and Architect,
For this is the last Will of Nature to be complied!

Let us act before the Sun kisses the dews of the dawn,
For the deviant asinine clouds of the human sky,
Which covers the glade of the forest of ignorance
Must be dissipated at once and retrieved forever,
If we don’t want Hope and the light of Peace to fade.

March towards that forest glistening steadily
As fireflies and pathfinders… Reach the open space
And let the blades of thy swords shine benisons!
Let the diffusible light of dignity warm mankind
To awaken people under the Holy Torch of Justice!


By Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU


“TO ASCLEPIUS SON OF APOLLO”


Asclepius... Mighty Patron of Medical-Army,
I was trained by Hippocrates on the great priesthood...
Loyal to mission... Time I have none for free leisure;
My days are engaged on healing the human’s soma.

As Your medical pupil – functions in my art –
Are followed by my oath... I will never collapse...
I diagnose... apply curing pharmacopeia
With my earthly skills put... but I need to do better!

In my position I do what science provides;
That’s my reason... I ask Your resurrection’s gift...
An unction will empower me to heal mankind!

Oh, Physician Supreme – focus Your healthy ray
On Erato’s interpreters, writers and Poets –
To revive them cured... Free from diseases of man!


By Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

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“Soldier Of Fraternity”


Pilgrim on the road to an endless life,
To the green eternal prairie of grace
I journey to keep the law of creation
On the land of gifts, sowing seeds of love.

Commander of Justice, I am fraternity…
An arrow that shows the house of the winner
By – Labor and Honor-Devotion’s Square –
In the town of dreamers, land of accomplishers!

I am not the light that fades; martyrdom...
A tale of eternity or delirium
Of hell, or the trot of the horse of history!

I stand the decline of Empires, and last
To create the life of Titans, and mingle
Total symbiosis of apprentices-genius!


By Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

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