League Day 25; ADEPOJU BABAJIDE vs MOHAMMED SHAMS-DEEN
LIVE: ADEPOJU BABAJIDE vs MOHAMMED SHAMS-DEEN
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
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Good luck to the wordlords.. LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!
THEME: RETROSPECT
ADEPOJU BABAJIDE
TITLE: *NOSTALGIA*
Oh you who would rend the heavens
Your mind shall go on errands
Not for souls
Heavens shall indeed see
When you stand in trepidation
And angels line in rows
Such a straight line
That sudden nostalgia
You shall not cry for muses
The lion that roars the loudest
Is the one that has not caught its prey
And you will not see it coming
On the day when nostalgia
Shall not free the mind of men
But the deeds
You are the blood of the multitudes
Oh you who would rend the heavens
Your mind shall go on errands
Not for souls
Heavens shall indeed see
When you stand in trepidation
And angels line in rows
Such a straight line
That sudden nostalgia
You shall not cry for muses
The lion that roars the loudest
Is the one that has not caught its prey
And you will not see it coming
On the day when nostalgia
Shall not free the mind of men
But the deeds
You are the blood of the multitudes
MOHAMMED SHAMS-DEEN
TITLE; A Cry for Nipples
I have crossed over the borders of home
But home is curved
In the back of my skull
And written on the walls of my heart
For I remember with incessant yearn
Of how yellowing leaves rained in harmattan.
I remember when we
Followed flames to race for rats,
The Rising incense of the parched earth
Smoke climbing the ladder to skies
Dusts holding air captivate in ecstasy
Lips and toes excoriating at surfaces
Laughing tree trunks with dry bruises
Sun licking moisture from banks
O I am so thirsty
Like a migrant
Who begs to buy urine
For your nipples,
Mama Africa
I am swimming insomnia
Thinking of longing for your lab
And lullabies.
I have crossed over the borders of home
But home is curved
In the back of my skull
And written on the walls of my heart
For I remember with incessant yearn
Of how yellowing leaves rained in harmattan.
I remember when we
Followed flames to race for rats,
The Rising incense of the parched earth
Smoke climbing the ladder to skies
Dusts holding air captivate in ecstasy
Lips and toes excoriating at surfaces
Laughing tree trunks with dry bruises
Sun licking moisture from banks
O I am so thirsty
Like a migrant
Who begs to buy urine
For your nipples,
Mama Africa
I am swimming insomnia
Thinking of longing for your lab
And lullabies.
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