RogueRiverPoet• Show poetry

Before I get too far into my intro... I know a lot of people who come here will want to scan my poetry to see my best... These are a few I consider to be good examples of my work:

Rainy Night Lament: allpoetry.com/Poem/1856605
Grandpere's Cellar: allpoetry.com/Poem/1836752
Prayer Chapel (2): allpoetry.com/Poem/1887732
A Father's Lament: allpoetry.com/Poem/1836738
Fishers of Men (Short Story): allpoetry.com/Poem/1880508


     Mourning is one of those subjects that poetry is made for. It gives us a way to express hurt as we never can otherwise, sorrow as it is impossible to find the voice for in conversation.

     Because I lost my father at the age of twelve, and that is the same time I began writing poetry, much of my work has the theme of mourning. I am actually a very joyful person, but my poetry belies this about me. I am joyful because I have a place to put things that need to be dealt with, but are not joyful. Poetry is a miracle to me because it is just that. It allows me to deal with things rather than bottling them up, gives life to death, passion to sorrows, expression to deepest thoughts.

     Please feel free to offer criticism, because I feel that the day we stop learning, we should have died the day before.

Blessings,
RRP



                   From Theologians and Apologists
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~ C.S. Lewis
You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is      
 not there. There is no such thing.

The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion  
 is our liberation.


~ George MacDonald
That  man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of    
 his feelings and  desires, without a glow or an aspiration, with the
 weight of low thoughts, failures, neglects, and wandering forgetfulness,
 and say to Him, "Thou art my refuge."

It may be an infinitely less evil to murder a man than to refuse to forgive
 him. The former may be the act of a moment of passion: the latter is the
 heart's choice. It is spiritual murder, the worst, to hate, to brood over
 the feeling that excludes, that, in our microcosm, kills the image, the
 idea of the hated.


~ Augustine
I have read in Plato and Cicero sayings that are wise and very beautiful;
 but I have never read in either of them: Come unto me all ye that labor
 and are heavy laden.

It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men
 as angels.

For it is one thing to see the land of peace from a wooded ridge... and
 another to tread the road that leads to it.

~ G.K. Chesterton
The Bible tells us  to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies;
 probably because they are generally the same people.

The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who
 has lost everything except his reason.
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Trophy collection:
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GOLD:
Grandpere's Cellar: allpoetry.com/Poem/1836752
Grandfather: allpoetry.com/Poem/1846909
SILVER:
Why Do We Believe: allpoetry.com/Poem/1855092
Fishers of Men (Short Story): allpoetry.com/Poem/1880508
Rainy Night Lament: allpoetry.com/Poem/1856605
BRONZE:
Before Anything Else Happens: allpoetry.com/Poem/1838718
A Note to My Wife This Morning: allpoetry.com/Poem/1871259