Free verse is all porridge and poetry
Mixed and thrown together like a whirlwind of expressive rage
Hot in the pot and bubbling away
An orator who’s been told life is poetry and anger swirled all together,
Sounding like a dear old bird chirping,
Not so. Beaten into life by the wordsmith’s device
Heated words used in free verse candor
Sounding like he’s got a grip
Dying on the inside, the boy’s got lip
When a wind is getting closer
The poet dives for self-respect
The free verse expresses regret.
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Peter Veugelaers played cricket at one stage for reps and first eleven and was very well regarded as a performer, his best bowling figures were taking six wickets for four runs. In 1989, he took up a writing course and asked what he would do with writing. He said he wanted to help people as best he could. In 1990, he made the life changing decision to follow his instincts to do Christian work because of his newfound faith in Christ. In 1996 he started writing for Giveway magazine as a Christian film reviewer. In 2000, he started to write for the faith-based Challenge Weekly as an article writer while finding more outlets for film reviewing and articles. In 2017, he unofficially retired from writing for publishers in those forms and went blogging. He writes poetry, fiction, aims to publish new articles about various things or post them on his blog, pens devotions, reads every day, and watches cricket when he can. He has recently published a blog that will review films again.
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