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IS THAT A POEM OR A GROUP OF QUARRELING WORDS?

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Is That A Poem Or Group Of Quarreling Words? My fellow upcoming and aspiring poets, please lend me your ears. Yes, I know you want to pen verses and some of you do...while some write sentences and break them at any point. Worse still, some gather words that are angry at each other and call them poems. Sometimes, I feel the poet was sleeping, drunk or having s*x while writing the poem, because of how jumbled the thoughts are. After almost one year editing poems for WRR, about 1000 poems have passed under my gaze (for WRRPoetry alone) so I can confidently say I have seen all...from the very good to the unsightly. Now, here are some tips to get you strolling: 1. Before you write your poem, give it a tentative TITLE. Tentative because the inspiration may lead you elsewhere as you write. 2. A poem is like a ESSAY in verse. So, just as you list points in essays, list the main points of your poem before starting. 3. Decide if you want to have regular stanza formations

FR. AL LIVES ON! (a triolet for my triolet teacher)

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Rest In Peace Fr. Albert Jungers See, Fr. Al still lives in us. His memories will never fade; Great man, he helped us bear our cross. See, Fr. Al still lives in us! Army of poets his words have made. You're wondering why I make no fuss? See, Fr. Al still lives! In us, His memories will never fade!

Fr. ALBERT JUNGERS: Rest in Peace Father, Teacher and Friend

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It is with deep sadness that we announce the death of Father Albert Jungers. He was out walking yesterday afternoon, May 27, 2013 and had a massive heart attack. Father Al was a dear father in the WRRPoetry family and a brilliant poet. He was very patient and very much accessible. More than a few members have had their writing life, if not all their lives, affected by this great man. We are proud and honored to have had him among us. He taught us several aspects of poetry we have never imagine existed and made many of us better poets than we ever hoped to be. We pray that his beloved wife, Pat Jungers, will find her way through this tragic time. We send my love, thoughts and prayers to her and to their family. May his soul rest in perfect peace. Amen. Fr. ALBERT JUNGERS’ PROFILE Father Albert Jungers, Priest, Poet and Teacher, has created a masterful work in Journey To Evensong. His poetry is expressive and moving in many ways. As a Priest, his work elegantly illustrates his deep

RAPE IS UNJUSTIFIABLE: Nigerian Men Are Not Rapists Myne Whitman!

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"...a lot of Nigerian men [are RAPISTS], no matter how educated they appear, and how well they write or speak.... "In a COUNTRY where the HIGHEST PUNISHMENT of rape can sometimes be to REWARD THE MAN WITH THE VICTIM, this is the type of men we have walking both the streets and the boardrooms."  (emphasis mine) This is what Myne is telling her foreign feminists about her country and it's both an example of deliberate ignorance and malicious exaggeration. [ SEE POST ] I've always respected Myne Whitman but she disappointed me today by blindly exploiting Kenechi Uzochukwu's article on Women and Rape (to promote her blog it seems). I am not one to openly criticize, but I think its malicious and totally irresponsible to leave the grain of the matter and discuss the chaff. The fact that her article never mentioned decency a single time is appalling. Women look up to Myne and I expect that role model thingy from her... Kenechi is someone I've know f

FOR THE TROUBLE SEEKER

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Why should I fight When I can write? Rhyme you a punch Plant slaps in blank verse In sonnets I'll bunch Curses, your hearse Predict your doom In a triolet's refrain Weave from my pen's loom Doom's unending rain... Do, yes say I'll just walk away!

WHAT DO YOU SEE

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Look at me, please no lies When you look into my eyes What is the thing you see: A raging fire or calm sea? Listen to me, no pretense Are my words like sweet incense Or they make you quake, Trigger in you an earthquake? Why not come close and hear Come and see, have no fear This smiling boy is a lion tamed Not vicious as many have famed!

TEMPTED

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Is this your hand, O God, I see Stirring the waters of my sea; That now my boat is rocked around- So much I fear to death I'm bound? What put this test along my path - The end of which I'll get no pat - Knowing for sure, I'm still but flesh, That oft would get caught in sin's mesh! Oh Lord, why make me climb this hill, Why test the muscle of my will? I fall now with the vagrant ones From whom you've saved me more than once Now that I am the fallen son - A dark heart shut from heaven's Sun - The Devil's sits nearby to gloat While reaching for my greedy throat. So here I stand, in darkness deep. O Lord, reach down and save this sheep, It'll die, the bit of you that's left Inside my soul's yet taint-less cleft!

MAN VS GOD

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Man's thoughts are foolish - before God  Their plans scatter. As wind-blown chaff,  So are their schemes dispersed abroad.  Man's thoughts are foolish before God,  He that assures of tomorrow is a fraud.  When he dies, write this as his epitaph;  'Man's thoughts are foolish.' Before God  Their plans scatter...as wind-blown chaff.

YOUTH ARISE

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I count many, the number Of this army in slumber! While the future dies Each on his bed lies; Waiting for grey hairs In the safety of their lairs Alas! Tomorrow weeps As each of them sleeps If things remain so When these old bones go What shall we do then? The chick is lost without the hen Get up from your bed! Fight until you're bled; Free the hand of our tomorrow From chains of sorrow For if we fight not Trouble shall be our lot! Ye chicks of Nigeria The cubs of this blessed area Shall we let Today go to waste? Or we shall act with haste? Shall we allow rabbits in our cabbage rows Or we shall pick up our bows The future is in our hands...