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JigsawKillah:
cool! Don't screw it up, bro! Wish you all the best

thanks boss

JigsawKillah:
lucky you! She's still with you?

.yea

JigsawKillah:
nope! It never existed sef

it does exist. have experienced one

registering my appearance

JigsawKillah:
OK

do u believe that this love still exist?

JigsawKillah:
cool. Thought you said only 7 would make the finals.


Congrats to the others!
Especially Funlord and Emaculate99, the Rogue Deities!

really appreciate u here boss and congratulations too for making it to the final

Contestants 2: emaculate99 & funlord

Funlord: 1-7; 14 & 15
Emaculate99: 8-13

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THE ROGUE DEITY

(Funlord)

I am your personal infestation,
The voice you hear in your head,
Regard me as your mind's domination,
A reason for the tears on your bed
*****
I possess the eyes that watch,
The entity that inflicts fear,
I am the one you sense approach,
A ghost that stands clear
*****
I'm the one who eternally sings,
Medleys of dark and light,
I'm the one in possession of Icarus wings,
The bloomer in the winters night
*****
I'm the one who caresses life in one hand,
While squeezing death in the other,
I'm the funlord of nairaland,
A witness to life's summers as they wither
*****
I'm the one who resides subliminally,
A dark strider through your fate,
I'm the one who laughs at you diabolically,
The holder of the keys to the pearly gates
*****
I'm the one who bid you your final farewell,
After the 'card deck' of your destiny fell,
The ringer of the grim reapers bell,
Regardless of where you dwell
*****
I spin stories like a spider's web alluring and inviting,i
Woven out of history and half truths
Lies so transparent they seem tissue paper
thin,
A catalogue of deception, is what lies deep within
*****
(Emaculat99)

I am the one that sings
A song full of praises of my ammunitions,
Alluring you to the sounds of my praises,
Till you fall for my ammunitions
*****
I am the insect behind your necks,
That makes you wallow in your cubicle,
Without you having a chance to flex,
As I inflict you till you fall on a rickle
*****
I am the man who walks on fire,
And takes hot charcoal as food,
Couriering the message to the world with my fire,
That I am fully back without remorse to the battlefield
*****
I am the little giant tormentor of your life,
That seeks to bring you down,
And make you rife,
In my venom facedown
*****
Of what difference does it make to me?
If all of you smell the scent of blood,
And drink from the omi°,
Purified with your friends' blood
*****
What difference is it?
If the moon turns red,
And the star stops glowing out of its wit,
The paths of remorseless and bravery will I tread
*****
(funlord)

Man, woman or child you all tend to always dither, About dogma, the afterlife, finances, sex, science and wonder,
Fear not, through my revelations you will have no further need to ponder
*****
Opaque and obtuse, quaint even, they beg to understand,
hook, line, and sinker, they continually swallow the bunkum fed by fellow man,
Forgetting that shallow streams and mighty oceans, hold the tales of how it all began!!!

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°Omi is a Yoruba word which means water

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Analysis:
This is a poem about an unknown human being encountered with a mischief making spirit, who reveals the secrets about the afterlife as well as its own purpose to the stranger.

cc.llaykorn,texanomaly

Chuksemi:
This is better than you think it is. I can't critic this, I am still an underdog.

thanks boss

Funlord, how do we go about this? 09038244906 is my whatsapp no, let's talk.

funlord:


TIMES UP;


Surely, I felt the pangs of an old mans guilt,

My world surely now on its final tilt,

My parents weeping, my kids in pain,

My thoughts bloody, my fears reign,

I peek into the shadows, the reaper lurks,

He then whispered to me while hiding a smirk!

.

[quote author=Bamibor post=39650622][/quote]thanks boss mi

Ugliest:
lame, ain't yhu ashame doing dis sh!t all over again? but hey! I know you're fake'. now you're going astray'' Oh what a shame''

*drops mic and walk out*

hope you have taken ur pills?

@TjNoobsaibot, the last part of ur poem stunned me

Anytime I need ur help, I will tag you boss

TjNoobsaibot:
Today seems like yesterday when we met
I never thought we could blend
But when i made you part of my budget
You got stuck in my net
Days later, you were already my pet
I noticed you weren't down for my pocket
Not even for what you'd get
Call on me anytime
I'm your vet
Our tomorrow is set
And together we'd fly like jet

joseph1832:
Nice. Concise words. You should try writing a haiku.

I will try it

Silence speaks louder than noise
Odour smells faster than scent
Clock cannot be referred to as time
And liquid is not always water
But I know in my heart
I am who I am

This is my first acrostic poem.

Title: LOVE

Lot of guys wallow
Of your activities on them
Venom of your teeth, an
Everlasting pain in their marrows

Still wandering in the forest of ignorance about this poem

timpaker:
Well, it made it look a little bit disorganised. A stanza is usually made with a paragraph, so give back the lines the 'full stop' it deserves and use your 'enter' key to create the stanzas.

OK boss.

written:
In my own head

Edges of my sanity

Crawling on a land that is starked barren

I don't realise I am to walk this pain alone

My heart surge for you

But here love doesn't beget love

My love in the desert of your heart

where you can't love me back

Even though you've seen how stupid I stalk

In my own head

I have chosen silence

How I choke on your beauty

Causing each day a sigh of sobness

I am sick of you

Whenever my heart fails

Your essence wouldn't let me stay dead

How can you not know...

...I am your undead?

You av messed up my artery

You av messed up my vain

functioning the same, one along another electrocuting my heart

You av taken me to the waters

You av taken me to realms unknown

How can you not hate me?

You chose silence, measured in my own dose

Causing insanity to my mind

When I am reading into your stare

And see what isn't there

when everything is drying up

the waters, the air and my will to fight

When I endure through to the barren surface

Hopelessly stil on your love

But just before I pass out

Could have sworn...
Your tear hit my cheek
Your hands cuddle my neck
Your vision repaired my heart
Your mouth rhythm my beat
Your lips plastered my face

Thinking maybe it was just a fraction Too Late

Or Is it?

In my own head

I love the coherence in ur piece. I will also advice you to work on your abbreviation. You wrote 'av' instead of 'have' and also wrote 'stil' instead of 'still'. I will advice you to run through the poem all over again. I must confess, I love the concept in this poem.

timpaker:
You learner?

Well, another great piece from you.

Keep writing like this and better and watch your fan base grow cuz you write good.

I observed that your personification and oxymoron usage in the poem I guess such usage were employed to evoke the true meaning and message to of the poem.

On a lighter note, what I find funny is your punctuation having its own paragraph.

Wow! thanks very much boss. The '.' was used to make the stanzas stand out. I will work harder on ur review boss.

cool

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