League Day 18: OLANIYI OLOLADE vs OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA

LIVE:  OLANIYI OLOLADE vs OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA

NOTE;
1) The judges decision takes 70% of the judgement while well wishes and lovers of poetry votes takes 30%.

2) Upon no circumstance must any of the above mentioned poets vote.

3) The contestants are urged to invite friends to Vote for them using the comment section of this post. No rule exempts you from canvassing for votes.

5) Voting lasts for 18 hours from commencement of Duel.

6) Vote using I VOTE POEM 1 or I VOTE POEM 2

7) Results would be uploaded briefly after the closure of votes.

Good luck to the wordlords.. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

THEME: MIRAGE

OLANIYI OLOLADE

TITLE: A MIRAGE

There are times we get lost in this weird wilderness,

With our feeble bodies swayed by the whirl wind, 

Blowing with force, ceasing our legs from moving. 

There are times we try to beat the gong of joy, 

Only to hear our bitter tongues letting out a sad song, 

Of sorrow that lingers in our burning hearts.

Even though we keep hoping, 

Longing for the day we would write our stories 

On the golden wall of glories, 

Time swallowed our days, 

Till gray becomes the colour of our fate, 

And our faith is already fading away, 

The doctor could bear us witness, 

He said, we're already melting into history, 

That we might soon become a memory roaming the street. 

Hope do appears sometimes, maybe on the face of bashira, 

The only star that sparkles in our dreary sky, 

But she fades before dawn, battered by violent boys in the town. 

Now, tell us what we've gathered. 

We're scattered and shattered like broken glasses. 

Tomorrow we might cross the border, 

Our brothers would say "rest in peace "

Do we really rest in peace,

Or in pieces of meaningless? 

Because our life is a mirage, 

A gathering of nothigness. 

© Olaniyi Ololade 2017

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OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA

TITLE; MIRAGE

I’ve lived my life chasing shadows 

of what I thought were real.

I’ve sped up the crawling tempos

to catch a glimpse of you.

I am pregnant with illusions

that disappear when near.

I am guilty of self-delusion

like a mad man with beer.

You are a product of a thought

I wish I never had.

An illusion with a sword

that hurts my bleeding heart.

You show yourself in dreams

but fill my heart with void.

You fill my heart to the brim

with images that hurt.

You play tricks with my failing sight

but draw me closer to you.

You meddle with my silky heart

and make me lick my wound

You make me grow in ecstasy

but rub salt on my scars

You feed me with your fantasies

but make me groan at night.

I've tried to get a hold of you

to know what you feel like.

I guess that is impossible

for you are a mirage.  

© iPod

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER