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Young Writers, Let's Meet Here To Duologue What We Love Doing Which Is... by Jodekss(m): 11:53am On Oct 05, 2013 |
It's meanly important to share knowledge twixt one another when it comes to writing (amid us youth), none is an highland of knowledge. It's not important that this thread must be the most visited in the writing section or forum but I would love the little we patter about about writing implant in us all vaster skills compared to that of the western world's or other part of the world's writers... We can discuss poem, prose, drama or play, we may go out of this genre of literature to quotations, anas or bons mots, speeches, short stories etc, all under one love and nothing more and remember always that none knows everything but sharing knowledge invites meaner wisdom and boundless understanding in all ramification for not even the the likes of Shakespeare, Milton, Soyinka etc, knew/ or know everything... I am JODEKSS on all social networks and a crazy-young writer... |
Re: Young Writers, Let's Meet Here To Duologue What We Love Doing Which Is... by Jodekss(m): 12:08pm On Oct 05, 2013 |
[b]PLEASE TRY AND READ AND CRITICISE AND PARODISE AND DO WHATEVER ON ONE OF MY LATEST POEMS... Title- ONE LITTLE DOVE IN THE HANDS OF FEW AFRICAN CHILDREN... http://www.poetfreak.com/text/246118/one-little-dove-in-the-hands-of-few-african-children.html We all are one family Aye just cos we were confabulated in the image of God Now like how little children will treat a dying dove One they came across during there usual playings A wounded dove would appreciate corn and first aid first But what do we all know? Even the aged passers-by are afraid to hurt the orgasm of this few children Absorbed with playing with a dove that has legions of mates to lead Now and the morrow They feed a wounded dove with sands, gutter water and too heavy palts at Her back as if it were their dollies I blame the children I don't blame the children Is this not the works of naivity or what? But the aged saw them playing with this wounded dove But why couldn't they correct them, treat her and let her gain independence? O God I respect your works honestly! African governments are helping us to die younger Beyond your scheduled time for us Or how should we define all these tell me? Masses are quite quietly suffering here and there Never was a true system of meritocracy Strikes by social groups had covered the faith of us students Graduated youth are Dying again and again one by one Bombings by Boko Haram apart Even by trying to survive via robberys and now they got shot in the head Interred of gory with all their glories But what if they were employed or helped out? In Nigeria again let me go straight General election is what those jackasses are getting ready for It was announced that they'd borrowed more sugar from IMF again Fools, they said they want to use it to create jobs for youth Nonesense talks, a beauteous lie in truthful disguise The sugar is surely ment to rig another election But youth are dovish yes but we'd grown and are crazily civilised We won't mind dying to chase all you looters down to your late graves You-oh you cultus old pigs, pea-brained policy formers. Yes we were wounded by the grenades you threw in the mid-nights Now we are hale though yet wounded For the fate of our posterities alone We shall fight till you allow this new generation take up the mantle of power. Hence, we are no more little doves you little old children Yes we are doves But implanted in us all are big explosives Play with our fates again and see your butts scattered All o'er the streets where you'd sprayed our sure sugar for fun.[/b] |
Re: Young Writers, Let's Meet Here To Duologue What We Love Doing Which Is... by Jodekss(m): 12:12pm On Oct 05, 2013 |
poem titled- JESUS, KILL DA COCKROACHES... http://www.poetfreak.com/text/250288/jesus-kill-da-cockroaches.html They have ruled us with their treacherous rulers Soaked us in plenty pins amid cactus plants Interred our fates alive with aught afore-warnings They'd sent us to go looking for the sepulchre of Moses Whilst they and their families, relatives sit tight munching our sugars The governers had killed us all God the father of Jesus Now Jesus Kill all these crockroaches We all need to sight their sick butts Burried in hell alive for the things They'd done hence they merit that so Jesus Kill da cockroaches Flit their asses with viruses or cataclysms Kill da cockroaches Kill da cockroaches Kill da cockroaches Jesus is killing da cockroaches. An airplane loaded of looters crashed yesterday what a sad tidings Indeed but I think nemesis is doing his works So Jesus is killing da cockroaches Kill more of those cockroaches But who's not a sinner among us? |
Re: Young Writers, Let's Meet Here To Duologue What We Love Doing Which Is... by Jodekss(m): 12:14pm On Oct 05, 2013 |
[b] I USED TO DIE... http://www.poetfreak.com/text/249635/i-used-to-die.html Like last nice night Right after I was done with my night meal which was sweet I read this topic called mining in some text It was defined to being the extraction of Mineral resources from beneath the solid surface of the earth I squeezed the definition into my brains To recollect it whenever it's needed Yes, it was a success Afore I went to bed to nap. I napped but couldn't remember even if my penis works like a tap My mumsy said I was gibbering like a disc Jockey madly mixing some rap Music was said to be played closed to my nada ears but wouldn't wake up To dance to the tone sweet enough to invite some hoped hype News had it that my new nephew did a hot shite in my new neat glass cup One if I was not aslept I might guillotine him for, with a sharp rope But I was down there in my mat, scattered. I was sleeping but I was dead For even the I definition of mining seemed faded But the mo the breath of life was returned I got up and saw with my ears what had happened Whilst aslept or should I call it dead? The truth, no need to keep I used to die if... I used to sleep What can you remember whilst aslept? You can only remember nothing whilst dead and buried Liken So, if people do really sleep Then people do really die And if people do really sleep and wake again That means the the end time is real Hell fire is real Resurrection and eternity in the kingdom of God is also real Too titchy is the pain and mimsy of this dark world Not to fail to be amid the passengers of the kingdom of God On board in the end I know this cos I used to die And you are reeling this too cos we all used to die.[/b] |
Re: Young Writers, Let's Meet Here To Duologue What We Love Doing Which Is... by Jodekss(m): 12:16pm On Oct 05, 2013 |
http://www.poetfreak.com/text/250321/this-is-my-recent-comment-on-facebook.html ...and let no fools fool you fools For death shall die too But if saying about the past afore the landings of the white skins Upon the shores of us charcoaled The judgement in the long of all these runs Shan't but be based on the bases of all' conscience For herein ignorance death did his only deeds upon their lives But now on us all nothing can catch us unwares Aught of us is ignorant right? The judgement shall loom on the bases of the booked stipulated ways... I am just saying mine... |
Re: Young Writers, Let's Meet Here To Duologue What We Love Doing Which Is... by Jodekss(m): 12:40pm On Oct 05, 2013 |
JUST TEN THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW AS A WRITER. *For better or You’re Talented, But Talented is Overrated worse, there is a sense of competition among writers. This happens naturally in the writing workshop environment. But it also happens long after the MFA degree is over. Thanks to social media, we see what other writers are doing all the time. Someone, somewhere, is publishing something new and wonderful. The writers achieving success are hard working. Being the most talented writer doesn’t necessarily translate into publishing success, which really comes from methodical and consistent work rather than raw talent. *Ignore the Clock. I’ve yet to meet the writer who was, in hindsight, happy with her/his first publication. In the rush to get things published, in whatever venue, it’s easy to forget publishing isn’t the ultimate goal. *Publishing your best work is the goal. Anyone can publish. No one is waiting for your next great masterpiece. You might as well take the time to make your work the best it possibly can be. *Put Down The Phone. One of the biggest challenges for writers, a group of people (broadly) who are more introverted than most, is being social. Making it to readings, talks, and other community events, is an important step but you also need to be socially engaged. Hey, you already left your home to be out in public anyway, right? Take a moment to speak to the writer, the organizer, the other attendees. Believe me, this is not easy to do: I know I really struggle to say hello and shake hands too. But these small bits of engagement and consideration are not soon forgotten. Save the texting for another time. *Don’t Wait To Be Told What (or When) To Write . There comes a point where no one is going to tell what you should read, what you should write, and moreover, no one is going to point this out for you. Making time to write is not easy, but until we all get crowned with Guggenheims, we all need to carve out a few hours each week to focus on our writing. Protect this time with your life. *Take Responsibility For Your Mistakes . Your writing workshop or writing group can only point out the missteps in your work. The person that wrote them is you. And any advice you get on the second or third or fourth or fourteenth draft, well, you’re the one who has to decide what to do with it. The editor at the publishing house doesn’t write the manuscript, you do. If something doesn’t work in your writing, that’s on you. *Throw The Book Across The Room . This is not a metaphor. There are going to be novels or collections that you read that have been heaped with praise… and they are absolutely terrible. *Do not finish that book. Chances are high that you will never read all the books you want to read in your lifetime, so why finish the books that you don’t like? Even worse, what if those books are truly awful? Look, trust me on this one: throw that book across the room. I mean it. Throw the book. You will feel so much better. I’m a big believer in high quality book throwing. Both the Size and Quality of *Your Network Matter . I was fishing around for a word besides “network” but I’m only on my second cup of coffee and, besides, many of us who write do so around our full-time job. So, yeah. In this interconnected world, our reputation matters. Magazine editors know which writers are a pain in the ass. We all know who the alcoholics and jerks are, and what they do to make other people’s lives miserable. Don’t be that person. Over the weekend, I was at a housewarming party and talking to a new friend about basketball (naturally). I told him about my pickup games, and how I often know very little about those guys, often only a first name. But, in other regular games I played in, there was more to it. My old Saturday morning game in St. Louis would last for two hours, and then our group, anywhere from six to twelve of us, would go for a cup of coffee and talk about our week. And that’s what I valued more than the game itself. And, once we get out of college, we really have to actively work to make new friends. You keep good people in your life not because they can do something for you, but because they are good people: intelligent, engaging, funny, loyal, reliable. We need those people in all facets of our life, not just our writing world. *You Need At Least 3 Professional Mentors . You need these three not just for letters of recommendation but also as guides. “How would X tackle this problem?” They are our mentors for a reason, and having them there, both in reality and in our imagination, shows us how to work through problems, both on the page and on the job. *Pick an Idol & Act “As If”. You may not know what to do, but your professional idol does. When I’m working on a short story, and I’m stuck, I often think “What would Andre Dubus do here?” Sometimes, Dubus would have the exact right approach other times, it’s obvious that he’s no help. Maybe it’s Fitzgerald. Maybe it’s O’Connor or your call.[/b]. Maybe it’s none of them. But thinking about the writing as if you were (fill in the blank) helps to make me see that are multiple ways to approach a story, multiple ways to make decisions, organize the manuscript. Read More Books. Why do you write? Because you like to read. Seems obvious, doesn’t it? You were a reader before you were a writer. Nonetheless, I’m sometimes dismayed to hear how little other writers read. Don’t be that person. Reading is a simple reminder of why we do this in the first place. Grab a book and sink into your couch for a few hours. That’s always a good decision. |
Re: Young Writers, Let's Meet Here To Duologue What We Love Doing Which Is... by Jodekss(m): 10:30am On Oct 11, 2013 |
[b] ENCOURAGE BY SOME GOLD FISH... http://www.poetfreak.com/text/252077/encouraged-by-some-gold-fish.html It waking up when after the clock Kept running The second it wobbled toward and nudged to life with rings So surprised How many rings to be put on a lonely finger The cab was possessed The journey led to a competing site Justin was later embarrased and Gold Fish took the charge The dance steps was sick but who cares! As long as it's of owning the mights Who dare think about a threatening opposing faction? That mode had been deactivated Gold Fish at the end ended up jubilating So it was adduced to nought is ready to fail Should be surprised? Do you not need success? Why working as if you'd never fail all ready? See whether failure or success Remaining an epitome of success counts Mentality counts That's why you read the profiles and shake your head This is all being mad Is seeing freedom in forever to-life bad? Mad? If that's your mind then make it your sugar dad...[/b] |
Re: Young Writers, Let's Meet Here To Duologue What We Love Doing Which Is... by Jodekss(m): 3:12am On Oct 18, 2013 |
Good morn to all and sundry... And harp wick-end loruko Jesus... JESUS'S CROSS, EVERYWHERE... http://www.poetfreak.com/text/254259/jesuss-cross-everywhere.html ...and it was written that he died on one Cross but I keep seeing him died for more than one Think of every aspect of life as everywhere Wait, he died on the cross of cause of the chores Of dealing goodly with good and evil From heaven first haven, earth and then the seven sopors in the beneath So if you try and see the passion of Christ on everything I don't think you'd be able to eat anything So even whilst am weeping like with the light on, then see crosses by the eye brows. |
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