A Vessel On by Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU @AllPoetry.com: A Shared Poetry Post

Since 2012 Andre has been my dear friend and Mentor. Here are a few select words of his which would and could serve to inspire and guide the Poetic Muse's light of Life of us all, each and every one.

"A Vessel On"



    A true face of a poet's picture:

Navigator of seas of words,

    A sublime verse closing a sonnet…

    A prophet and a semaphore…

    A firefly in the nights of life,

    A rudder on the ship of art;

    A golden rhyme of Mother Poet,

    A green bough of the tree of beauty;

    A flower in the vase of wonders, 

And a soldier of enmuseheaven… (*)

Vessel on the ocean of verb,

Enriching with foam waves of language

    On the route to imagination,

    Navigating by shores of dreams.
 

 

 

(*) Of celestial Muses.

 

 

© �" By Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

N.B:

I appreciate Your visit and comments, and also any critique is welcomed.

Be free to express Your opinion, as prescribed by the Human Rights Convention. 

Any work of mine posted in ALLPOETRY may be copied and transmitted in any form �" provided that COPYRIGHT LAWS ARE DULY COMPLIED.

Gratefully,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU 

© Jan '22, Andre Emmanuel Bendavi Benyehu      

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Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Thoughts of what a poet is like and how he writes: I love your play with words; all of the phrases end with a noun...and they are so true and what life is like to them...."enriching foam with words of language"...." vessel on the ocean of a verb"......much to to with the ocean, a vessel, "A rudder on the ship of art"... "A golden rhyme of mother poet"..... poetic words in movement of life; "Navigating by shores of dreams.... "there is something magic about the seas .....and words a poet would use.....
Best, B

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Thank you, Betty, I am sure that Andre will be most proud of your kind and intuitive words of understanding and your factually actual grasp of the implicitly explicit and precise message which he has give and to convey to masses of ALL, to whom what may, upon of any given day, of ALL Humanity that is truly & duly that one and only race of Man's Mankind that intelligence laden individuals do deem to call Humanity's The Human Race, and those who are actually grasping, comprehending, that which may, on any given day, pay the mentally cognitive bills of each and every day lived upon this world of reality in which we do live: F**k the Bigots & pray (figure of speech in jest only) for for those who give to those struggling to eke out existences in desperately evidenced efforts just to live, raise families, and die as men, women, and children who were more than animals, more than pieces of meat designated as mere buy-able and sell-able Homo Sapiens thinking that their idiotic reign has pervaded and prevailed over Neanderthal's rightful and just claim to a world of fame set aflame of men who possess names, but who also demonstrate no fame, other than dying with stones set to head of their, eventually long forgotten names, whilst the overall communal memory's bank of dumb a*s Neanderthals, existing as in plain sight of sight's unseen dreams of long gone distant yesterdays gone astray, continue on as tasty jelly beans, not so distant dreams of today, for those who can discern the thoughts and feelings of those living, quietly, in disarray of reality's fatality of seemingly common folks who do mentally rule the day of come what will, come what may … And that, without having spoken an uttered or heard word, written or spoken, nor telegraphically received as token, but telepathically conveyed as warnings of those all to many yesterdays now become today's that shall become the lights plight of all our tomorrows, if we fail to beg, steal, and borrow from that courage bank of putting a solid bashing end to bullshit my friend … I see the light before the dawn … And the darkness, before its gone: Humanity's future is what's up and what's on the hotplate of that which is soon to be gone, lest we all do something besides contemplate and mediate, while our existences becomes yet that final clan of the last banging of the Elite's un-sated clanging for screwing's undoing of all that dost remain in saving somewhats face of The Human Race ...

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome! Great review!
Best, B