League Day 26; HEVARDINAR INSPIRED vs OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA

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

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

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

THEME: RETROSPECT

HEVARDINAR INSPIRED

TITLE: Nostalgia 

Gone are the days when puff puff was sold for a penny 

The days, when school children could go to school without the fear of been abducted 

The days, when beggars were less on the street 

The period of Edet lives in Calabar 

Food was like the air we breathe 

Famine was just a tale from the Bible 

Who would have thought of recession? 

When life was best lived with the minimum denomination of currency 

Gone are those times when we had strong men standing to protect the nation 

Days growing in century's trend 

Trend becoming slow to the present activities in the continent 

Where are those days?

Days when women would go out looking beautiful without makeup and body extensions 

Days when child's play mustn't be missed 

Where are those days?

Reminiscing...

©hevardinar

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER

TITLE; RETROSPECT

(In memory of my beloved friend)

We used to smile like new born kids

and raised our hopes in dust.

You taught me to play hide and seek

and showered me with love.

We were the pride of all parents;

The stars that glowed at night.

We were the pure moonlight pigment

that brightened dying hearts.

We used to gather round the tree

to hear the moonlight tales

and sit in circles round the food

then breed smiles with our plates.

Mothers’ arms were eternal bliss;

A home that soothed our souls.

Nostalgic is how my heart feels,

I wish we did not grow.

Where are the days we roam the street

without an underwear?

Where does death live so I can plead

with him to dry my tears?

Our past is now a scary tale

I don’t want to be told.

This life is now a frightening place;

A trap coated with gold.

© iPod

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER