TOP 3 POEMS AT #SOSPOETRYSLAM SEASON 2

BEST THREE (3) POEMS AT #SOSPOETRYSLAM 2.0 (AUGUST 19, 2017)

To further emphasize the essence of Sound Of Sages (SOS), gift items were presented at the second edition of #SOSPoetrySlam for top three poems that has the most ‘poetic’ content, emotion-driving and most importantly, audience appeal.

 

WINNER OF BEST POEM OF THE DAY, PENJAMIN AT SOS POETRY SLAM 2.0

3RD

PRISON by Charles Prince Obazee

(The video for this particular poem was initially published by Naij.com and easily sub-titled, so posting the lyrics will be tautologous).. See video here

2ND

DICKSON BY LAWAL KAFAYAT GOLD (LKG)

His name is Dickson.

And he said I'm cool an hot

and when I'm cold his cuddle would work

This son of a dick looked at me and said

"Hey baby, you're so sweet ama call you honey

And so hot you make me horny

Sweetie, my name is Dickson

And this dick has gone

far and wide and high and low

Yes baby, this dick has seen"

And I look back at Dickson

This son of a dick

Father of the cum

Whose dick has seen

And bears Dickson

His eyes were needle holes that tells of tears yet unseen

Of lies that the truth had never known

Words that the tongue never tasted

Sounds that the ears ever inhaled...

This son of a dick cloaks himself in

Diverse shades of the rainbow's ROYGBIV coats

Of

Ruthlessness,obduracy

Yucky yearnings

Gallivanting galore

Battering backer

Innovative insecurities

Virulent violence

And yes,

His dick stings.

It is Dickson that

makes posterity weep into an ocean of rape

As he sends souls,

Flying off and never to return from a jungle of abuses

This farmer of the cum that cares not where his seeds

Be sown

Whether they be African or Asian lands

Cos they are just dick seeds

That won't be left to grow

And searing scars that would refuse to go

Despite time's yell...

SOS Curator, Bankole Kolawole presenting the 1st Runner-Up cheque to LAWAL KAFAYAT GOLD (LKG)

So when next Dickson got bitten by his dick

And he said to me

"Baby, you're so cold and I am warm

So come closer, closer cos my cuddle would work"

I look the son of a dick in the face and I say

"The next pain is costlier than the price of Lipton

So you click off,

You fucking son of a dick

Bearing dick seeds

Whose dick has seen

And bears Dickson"

..

BEST POEM OF THE DAY

LUSTFUL LOVE BY PENJAMIN

At the beating of my heart, the world trembles.

At the sound of my name

the heart of humanity skip thousand beats;

I am the heart of civilization, out of me

springs the issues of life, legal or illegal,

good or bad, peace or strife.

Everyone dances to the irregular beats I produce

whenever I strike the drum of desire with the stick of necessity.

The love of me is the root of all evil,

the lust of me is the root of all evil,

I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me.

I am the gold bold enough to glitter in the sun,

I am the sun hot enough to met the best of gold.

Humanity pay homage to me with

tears on tired skins,

ocean from weary eyes, aches on heavy heads,

shoe of dust on wandering feet of unemployed graduates;

with poetry in the heart of innocent children

whose parents are buried by bomb in catacombs,

with imagination of luxury in the mind of penury,

with wishes, dreams and aspirations of victims of fate

putting on the rags of poverty.

I am not God, but I'm worshiped with tongues

on the pulpit of those that say I'm mammon,

neither a small god, but I'm worshiped

with incantations and dancing cowries

thrown on the platter of deception.

I am not the root of evil, but the lustful love of me.

I can't buy you peace of mind,

but I can assure comfort and satisfaction

of buying many things and using few;

I can't get you child, but I can give you the memory

that would make another person's child yours forever;

I can buy you the confidence your child need to speak

amidst peers, for money speak in the congregation of the rich,

but in the gathering of the poor humility speaks -

poverty makes man humble.

I am not the root of evil, but the lustful love of me.

Those who say I'm the root of all evil

are aliens in the planet of riches.

You lust me lovingly, love me lustfully,

with everything that makes me you man:

you slaughter truth with lies,

and wear deception all to have me;

you kill your integrity on the altar of desperation

all because of me...

The love of me is the root of all evil,

the lust of me is the root of all evil,

I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me.

You lust me lovingly, love me lustfully,

with everything that makes you woman:

you fill your breast with milk of contempt,

your nipples nibble on the soul of men

till they are left with skeleton of devalued essence.

You hate love, and love hatred, yet call me root of all evils

when you are the Miss Ruth of all devils.

The love of me is the root of all evil,

the lust of me is the root of all evil,

I am not the root of all evil, but the lustful love of me.

I submit myself on the table of power,

power became powerless.

Take me away from government, and greedy humans will lose interest in power,

for where there is no sugar, there is want of insects.

Money doesn't make man mad;

it only gives him two options,

either to be mad, or to MAD - Make A Difference.