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harlos: yeah beautyerr...you meant peck right? Cos my kisses are meant for husband and my lovers, i dnt wanna complicate things ![]() |
nitlad:That's more like it ![]() so what are we gonna be doing tonight ![]() |
Some people still dey reserve seat for empty and Vacated hall? Una no go kill person ![]() |
[quote author=I.Joan]Oh babe... He would know very soon ![]() I'm not working hard for nothing [/quote]sha dont overwork yourself oh ![]() |
badmusace: lool! you can do it jor, u dey form humility abi?nothing dey there na, no be just 3 quatrain and 1 couplet, piece of cake problem is that i never really liked his works. |
harlos: Welcome back princesathank you handsome, hope you got goodies for me ![]() |
Shugamania: ![]() ...like a woman scorned, even though Messi dnt knw she exists ![]() #1 is the lie ![]() |
nitlad:i know, I know, cry no more baby, for mummy is here ![]() |
[quote author=I.Joan]For the record: I HATE MESSI!!! [/quote]lol... And he better know that hell hath no fury like....![]() Hello my friends! Missed ya'all so much, it hurts! ![]() |
[quote author=Foxy_Flow]Princesa, you should have I known I was joking na. This is one of the problems I had with you. You are too too serious which is so much annoying to my types. Haba, a little joke and you are already raising the roof. What happened to "we won't fight again na?" I don't like dramas with this handle please. I just dey joke, but if you no get am, SORRY!!! Na man go still marry you ooo [/quote]before Nko? Na man go marry me na... But if him try nonsense, i go treat him f.uck up. Mi o ra ye s.hit mehn ![]() |
[quote author=Foxy_Flow] Lemme tell you something, you need to show Princesa some lessons if not she will be on your neck. I know her type. She doesn't care how hard you are trying. She can keep hammering on same ish for long. [/quote]really hunh? Have you seen, felt, tasted and touched my type before? Well sorry dude, but I dnt flow with mediocrity neither do i hamper people's effort okay? So Don't be on my sh.it if you don't want me to be on yours! |
Reserved for Number 5 Designer: Onegig Why I choose the topic: The word 'murder' caught my attention whilst i was browsing through the list of topics for the second round. Its basically because I've always been one to go for 'deep and strong' poems, and had never really been a fan of poems depicting love, beauty or charms. Captivated then, i thought i could take up the topic and explore the gothic side in poem writing. What unique experience did you derive from working with a designer? The experience can best be likened to the phrase: 'Poetry meets art'. Working with a designer gave me the opportunity to graphically illustrate my poem, get some neutral person read, understand and depict my poem graphically, I guess at the end, it makes the poem more appealing and improves its aesthetic quality. What were the constraints involved in working with a team? uhm...the constraints were next to nothing atall. Less membership in the team meant that more attention were concentrated on the other. My designer was also cooperative, leading to an effective bridge in communication and distance gap. The Network also, was surprisingly compliant -atleast in my side - and then my designer's response was really commendable. About the poem: Well, as the title suggests, the poem, which basically uses the symbolism of a flower, is about the murder of an unborn child, popularly called abortion. It reflects the remorse state of the lady and gave the reason for her action thus: 'for a selfish glance of the future'. What it means is that she had pictured a future of independence and freedom, untainted with the marks of her wayward life and the responsibility of raising a child, outside of wedlock. Although the poem pictures her as one flowing with deep love for the aborted child and sincerely sorry for her act, but that had not deterred her from 'creating a space with the white demon' or giving out the son to the 'healing quacks'. (both phrases depicting the doctor that had helped abort the pregnancy). The poem also tells us that the young woman is aware that she was the one to blame, and wasn't any different from the murderers out there who were painted strongly as: ''...Who leave out hearts to roast upon roads And put ablaze millions with no blink or a shudder'' She knows she's of the same class with these murderers and can't put up a genuine reason for her actions, therefore, towards the last lines of the poem, she openly declares the murder as her default - a failure of never deeply loving her son: 'Yet I know i killed my son by my default If only i had decided to love him even more'. The poem is divided into 6 stanzas and is an example of an ELEGY - poems of lament and sorrow. Why the designer used the design, pictures, visuals and every component of the design: The design aptly paints my poem more than i could ever pen down. Explaining the rationale behind the art, my designer wrote thus: ''The image is self explanatory when you consider what the poem is all about. It is a sorrowful poem and we had to use elements that convey this message. The font and colour used for the letterings was choosen because they depicted death. In the background of the picture, we could find the image of a hovering vulture which is ready to devour the carcass of the victim. We had to depict the woman as a solemn person looking down, scared and bitter about the crime she had just committed. The blood surrounding the scene connotes the fact that someone's blood had been spilled and we can evidently see this, as the main actor has blood on her hands i.e depicting she actually killed someone, whether intentionally or not'' Meaning of some of the terminologies used: Some of the registers associated with flowers are used to symbolise the child. Eg: bud, blooms, tendrils, fruits, humus. They are easy to comprehend. The phrases such as 'white demon' and 'willing quacks' are used to describe the doctor. Then Words like, carcass, bones, bleeding, are words that paint dead bodies and describe the state of the dead child. Foetus: an immature baby, still in the womb. Message behind the poem The poem is trying to reach out to young mothers who think that they have the right to their body and can decide what stays in or not. It is trying to make them know that every life, no matter how vulnerable and small, is a beautiful seed with the possibility of becoming a tree and bearing fruits, and also like a rose flower, which can bloom with beauty and pride if nurtured. As such, they should be slow to make such decision, even if its a right that they've got, because it always would be their fault if the flower dies, and abortion is murder nomatter how you look at it. Finally, the poem strongly advocates the anti-abortion cause as opposed to the pro-abortion arguments. |
Reserved for number 5 I am guilty of murder by default... Slowly, your tendrils grew Unwanted, yet beautiful Another life that defines the miracle of divine And my infidelity, ever there to remind. But I can't nurture this flower with the sun and the rain And to the altar of the white demon, I go to make a space And now your tender tendrils journey to earth's worms And your immature carcass turn into its humus He plucks those eyes, they drop, tearing at my soul But my tears can never heal your shattered bones The bud, the bloom, the fruit, wasted and gone! So even if they pierce your heart, I killed you, It's still my fault that your bones now rot. I made you nak.ed to the sting of piercing pain And yet my tears in streams of remorse pour? Forgive me not little lad! for my heart is cold and sour For though i could have pruned your bleeding back But my hands threw you out to the willing quacks They Snuffed the breath off life's early wanderer And plucked off roses before they reached their prime So don't call me mother, for i am your murderer. Yet... Not long, I sighed and cursed and blew and thundered! On those whose trade bring foe upon folks Who leave out hearts to roast upon roads And put ablaze millions with no blink or a shudder. But now I know that i am become worst For i don't need clubs or guns or bombs I can snuff out a light with my firm decision And behead my son for a selfish glance of the future. And Though they tell me its a right I've got To peel out foetus that are nothing but blood Yet I know i killed my son by my default If only i had decided to love him even more If only i had decided to love him even more...
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Clemzy16: "chistar was not literally referring to a university/college per say, it was a secondary school"yeah, i thought it was, the operative word here being 'Thought'. Now what led to that assumption? Simple! It was the depiction of the National anthem, i believe students who have passed their primary level should be able to recite it fairly well, the only time they make caricature of it, is basically for fun. So if ur college peeps consciously still blunder the national anthem, then there really is no hope for them, and that also goes for the senators... And yeah, am not ignorant of the fact that college and secondary mean the same thing, so that's not the point. |
badmusace: princesa write a Shakespearean sonnetna where i go start with that one ![]() |
ovienita: "Come come awaken me with a kiss" |
The inability of college students to get the actual lyrics of the anthem, doesn't quite sit well with the story... I previously thought it was a primary school till u mentioned college... Oh well, tis my 2 cent ![]() welldone |
Hello to the big shots on campus, wonderful Sunday to ya all! Was passing by when i heard my name ![]() [quote author=uj_sizzle]Princesa i love your poem from the first round can't wait for what you're gonna dish out in round 2 ![]() thank you for reading, and i hope to whoa you better with my next poem! ![]() |
FAQ ![]() |
timpaker:I still see no insult in what she said! Folks have got to start using their eyes to read rules and their brains to comprehend it! Are we gonna condone the Frequently Asked Questions of last round ![]() I don't think so! |
jackbauersballs: You are quite clearly bellicose creature, spat out the womb prematurely because even your mother couldn't stand your ugly face.Monkey no fine, but him mama like am and you still dey speaking grammar yanfu yanfu wey fall from Jupiter ![]() |
jackbauersballs: Quite a few jockeys on here.Am way focused than your fickle brain can conjure. And yeah am a jockey, way into the drugs that make me try tolerate irritants and rude humans, obviously i still need a dose! ![]() |
onegig: Oh sorry.....A breath of fresh air finally! ![]() dude am gonna hook you up tru email, you are now my designer! Thank you HBG/cuddles |
jackbauersballs: And who is this dyslexic illiterate?you called her a nobody from nowhere and i thought I'd set u straight on it. but ur arrogance, ego and leaky mouth beclouds ur sense of reasoning. so abeg take one bottle of chill pill and get a life! Nonsense. |
jackbauersballs: Please put your patronizing tone to one side before addressing theignorance stinks all over your comment Sir! Have you been on this thread like right from the very start? Obviously not! because you would have realised that she was listed among the 'officials' to moderate the competition, not necessarily a judge. And so far she's been helping people with their problems, so dude, shut the mess up! ![]() |
kennikazi: Abeg teach me naa....deadline is tomao sef mtchw (-_-)...ayav tire for this competition ![]() |
Hello cuddles, its past noon and am yet to hear from my designer. I plead that you reassign me to another. And please shift me to onegig pls. Because that would spare me the trouble of reconnecting with a new designer. Time is not a friend. Thank you. |
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problem is that i never really liked his works.
