Sitting, my thoughts errant upon the whim
of the harps silent chord, sunlight upon spiders silk,
I ponder of how great I could have been
with relative ease if I cared for the will
to make the world great to live in
.
We are all living on it instead
and though not moles, blind to consequence
Chicken little was right after all,
the skies are destined to fall
Thanks Newton, you deserve the laurel
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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I Salute the Author.
Long healthy life.
never rest your pen; don't let your quills dry.
My respect.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Melanie