Showing posts with label mirror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mirror. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

#WarOfWords2- Prepared For War by Prestige d WordSmith







This is the first entry for War Of Words Season 2. 
The poet in question entered for the Season 1 but he did not make the last 15 finalist.
Now he is back, 
and back with vengeance.
He does not look like he will be taking prisoners, 
cos now, 
he said we should be prepared for war.



Title of Poem: Prepared for War

Poet: Prestige d WordSmith

How can a man born 2000 years ago prepare for war without swords and spears?
How can a man born in our time prepare for war without guns and grenades?
How can a house-wife prepare for war without mortar and pestle?
How can a baby in the womb prepare for war without kicking and boxing?
And then I ask again,
How can a man prepare for war of words without the tongue and the brain?
Cos the tongue without the brain produces words that are meaningless 

and the brain without the tongue produces words that are voiceless. 
War of Words!
Animosity, brutality in World War 2
But I'll bring philosophy, reality in War of words 2
And if you say that I am powerless, 
I will take that as jocular
Cos I know that I am spectacular
"Practise what you preach", 

this saying is popular—but how come most of our leaders defile the same rules they set out to guide us and unite us.
And if I keep on complaining, 

I will end up exclaiming 
so I decided to battle in this war to be the change that I seek.
Seek and you shall find me in this war. 

Praaaaaaah!



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Saturday, January 26, 2013

MY ORDEAL by Pauldesimple





My rehearsal before the mirror
Was concluded without an error
My lines were intact 
And my stage movements perfect
I was prepared to dazzle my audience
With a beautiful performance

At first, I was in charge
Taking my audience on a voyage
Into my world of rhymes
And mimes
And the look on every face
Shows that we were on the same phase

Then suddenly I missed a last word
A miss I could not afford

I saw my world falling
Even with the conditioner on, 
I was sweating
Going forward became impossible
Moving backward wasn't available
I was in the middle of nowhere
So I stopped there

Yet with this commotion
I received a standing ovation
But I went home infuriated
And defeated




by Pauldesimple