Dear Hadassah

My Heart pitter-pattered the moment it caught a glimpse of you

Making the regard of your shadow freeze the moonlight breeze

As tho’ earth’s apparition cracks in between your light skin hue

Causing even time itself be on a freeze❄
Your smile shifts the heavens away from a yonder mile

Causing the moonlight to dance like a newly born Cinderella in Prince’s Castle

who’s magic goan unravel the sunlight’s beauty like a wedded senora in the aisle with a smile
Your fingers spells the stars to twinkle on every snap

Radiant you are like sparkles embodying Dog Star

Causing Haman to fall on your beauty trap

Sweet words can’t qualify you neither can it fill in the gap
No matter how much it weighs deep within me

Words can’t tell it neither can feelings express it

No matter how much a deserted desert may be

There is the need of an iota of water to soothe it
Your eyes does teach the torches to burn bright

It seems you hang upon the cheek of the night

Like a fine jewel in Ethiope’s ear

Beauty too rich for use,

For earth too dear

Hunting ScarsScars

​Oh tears, oh tears

Thou art pinched my lids so hard yet solemnly

Reciting dirges once forgotten

As mine eyne dance to heart’s melody
With morbid mutiny plied with ribbons flare

Trailing on modulating sullen heart

A thousand times, good night

A thousand times the worse, to miss the light
I prithee blessed fortune grant me this

With Intention to blot away hunting scars

I crave to transit into heavenly bliss

Looking yonder to redo destiny bars
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Perfect Friendship

Someone requested of me to write her a poem on ‘Friendship’ so, I pulled out this. Hope you’ll love it


I streeked my eyes for six seconds and I counted from one to six

But it turned out you’re always my first and last count

I looked to the heavens glancing at the rain tricks

But it turned out you’re always the last drop of rain to mount
I call you my friend but I see you as a family

Coz’ whenever I fall you are the crutches that keeps me walking

I call you my five but I see you as a six

Coz’ whenever I’m sad you’re always my bliss
They say birds of same feather flock together

I say I’m willing to flock with you even with my last feather

You, My friend.

Perfect Forever

​I love you and i really do even when i hurt you

who said it was going to be perfect; who said i was going to be perfect

so my definition of love is giving someone the ability to hurt you

with a bow on my shoulder and an arrow getting ready to shoot you

coz the only thing i am perfect at is to love you and at the same time to make you cry

i am not perfect!
my imperfection is my perfection; my perfection is my imperfection 

i am me and you are you

so the only teacher that could show me how to be who you want me to be is LOVE

coz its a perfect word with two vowels and two consonant

might sound or look stupid, ask mathematics

and it’ll tell you that two plus two is four and that’s systematic
i will always make you smile, take you to your dream abode in the Love land

fight for you; will always be your man

will love you; like you’ve never been loved before

But when i hurt you, promise you’ll never stop calling me your fan; your man

might make you cry and wish you had told me bye with a reply

‘You are not just the perfect one, Good-bye’
still i promise to love you every waking day until my very last breath

some may think ‘forever’ is not possible, ask the caring Cupid that leaves by a bruise

Love is perfect; Forever is perfect but nobody is perfect
my imperfection is my perfection; my perfection is my imperfection

i may not be the perfect selfie stick to make your love pics

nor the perfect object of effect to saturate quick

nor the perfect crop to make it fit the frame on the wall of your heart

But i choose to believe in the perfect selfie stick that could give a befitting frame, Love

I choose to believe in forever

Because forever is giving one another unlimited chances to love you right every day


coz love is not finding the perfect person, it is finding the imperfect person and seeing how they are perfect in their imperfection

Hope Alive


                             HOPE ALIVE
I’ll die a million times

Stay alive once in time to greatness

Never to adhere to hideous rhymes

Vitiate my ladder to success
     My hope is kept alive

     On nothing less than my aim

     The road might request a little strife

     But my determination is forever same
His name is Fear

He delivers punches of doubt and skeptics

Making you think the road is so hard to bear

Preaching fables with two blind optics
     Bash your chest keep on running

     With the boots of courage and persistency 

     Wipe your tears and leave out groaning

     Because your hopes are just dawning

When I say, “I am a Christian”

​When I say, “I am a Christian”

I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”

I’m whispering, “I get lost!

That’s why I chose this way”.

When I say, “I am a Christian”

I don’t speak with human pride

I’m confessing that I stumble –

Needing God to be my guide

When I say, “I am a Christian”

I’m not trying to be strong

I’m professing that I’m weak

And pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, “I am a Christian”

I’m not bragging of success

I’m admitting that I’ve failed

And cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say, “I am a Christian”

I don’t think I know it all

I submit to my confusion

Asking humbly to be taught.

When I say, “I am a Christian”

I’m not claiming to be perfect

My flaws are all too visible

But God believes I’m worth it.

When I say, “I am a Christian”

I still feel the sting of pain

I have my share of heartache,

Which is why I seek His name.

When I say, “I am a Christian”

I do not wish to judge

I have no authority…

I only know I’m loved
©carol wimmer

Silent Wrestle

Hello guys! Please read this and be tremendously blessed.


The room grew still, as light patter back-to-back in the dark

Audience stationed; heart leaps and still
This time Alice in the wonderland won’t be afraid of the hideous bark in the silent dark
Coz the word sent to Pierce through, cutting through edges setting loose rough edges

             The words I speak is not fresh
             The words I speak is not flesh
             The words I speak is not fresh
             The words I speak is not flesh

Principalities tussle; display of muscle here comes the wrestle
Word becoming flesh, piercing through, cutting through edges setting loose rough edges
Ears booming, heart throbbing, audience stilling
He that heareth, let him hear the spirits riddle; lest it wrestles.
•            The words I speak is not fresh
             The words I speak is not flesh
             The words I speak is not fresh
             The words I speak is not flesh

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Salvation Rhyme

Rhyme is defined as the repetition of similar sound

but every iota of rhyme i uttered was the repetition of my flesh

trailing on the ground of my newly found poetic sound background

never knew i needed to start afresh

twinkle twinkle little stars

how i wonder what you are

up above the world so high

like a diamond in the sky

i grew up a singer, a dancer,a preachers son

i grew up a fighter, i grew up finer

but because i was a minor, i was blinded to the fact i grew up a sinner

what i knew was to sprinkle sprinkle little lies

never listen to mums advice

always want to compromise

like a chameleon in disguise

for when i was a child, i spoke like a child

understanding not what he passed through to craft the words i spake… this is not flakes

but i enjoyed every bit of words and rhyme i digested; dancing as though i was free from falling

then a strange poetic tune began percolating into my soul
my head got ached, my flesh got baked by a nail and a hammer

my whole body got plagued.. experiencing the first miracle of sweat turning into blood

i thought i saw freedom from afar, but it was vague

what clothed my face was the excruciating rhyme that had reshaped my diction

it escalated to becoming an affliction, addiction, this is no fiction but what i needed to my rhyme to gain VISION was the GRACE that came through the CRUCIFIXION

my head my shoulder my knees my toe

My head!, my shoulder! my knees! my toe

my head my shoulder my knees my toe

they all belong to …………..

i remained silent coz what this part of my body belonged to was to

a good looking uninviting rhyme called SIN.. eww! its so sour like a lime

One two, buckle my shoes, out of the blues he knotted my screws

three four, knock at the door of my life and restore

five six, pick up sticks, made them flick on the crucifix

seven eight, lay them straight, (laid them straight) x3 and was crucified

nine ten a big fat hen, a big fat hen! no but a big fat lamb was slaughtered for my big fat sin

on eleven, twelve he gave the law writing them on the tabloid of my heart

But My 100 billion nerve cells could not comprehend His Reasoning;

neither could my 206 Bones tell the rhythm that Bruised his bones

Even when my hippocampus tries to remember, it only shows “The end”

Even when i live up to 120 years, I’m too young to know the amount of the loan

he loaned me when he died paying the debt all alone

My heart got shut; i could not **** breath

But never realized his last *** breath was ‘it is finished’

My limbs and my ribs got offered a bid of 10,000 shots

i called 911 to come to my rescue but dint realized i was too short

i was short of his glory

My five sense organ got disabled to see, feel, taste, smell nor hear.

the only thing i could see was my flaws on the floor of the Law

the only thing i could feel was the breath of life turning into breath of strife

just because i did not turn my self in to go under God’s knife

the only thing i could taste was the manner prepared by my flesh with the banner “Mind your Manners!”

what manner of Man he his who came to change my manner with a nail and a hammer

But theologically speaking, he gave himself in that my Biology

could match his genealogy to reflect in my ecology

then my ideology changed

even philosophy could not change the methodology that equation Believe x Christ = everlasting life coz when you believe Christ you’ll have everlasting life


Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb

Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow

and every where that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went

every where that Mary went the lamb was sure to go

but this time the lamb decided not to follow Mary to wherever she goes

or fulfill the nursery rhyme that had been inscribed like ‘mother goose’

instead the lamb willingly died and was set loose

to set us free from the hideous rhyme that tasted as sour as a lime juice



From a magnanimous heart, I decided to write for her a POETRY
I breed from the soil, new life BEGUN
Struggles through seasons I ENDURE
Never to be tossed by wind and SUN
Surviving I must as i wait to MATURE

Heart beat slowly, as though STILL
Patience wrapping me with nutrients FEED
Gently setting me to becoming natures PILL
With plenty children attached to form your NEEDS


Breaking the Last

The lice takes over the pitch
While eyes behold herein;
The flies scattered over the ditch
While dice leaps over to win
              Though the cup runneth over
              Still the dish remnants call
              Though its not declared over
              There is to install

The wee juvenile sarcastic croon
While we the ancient merry with wine
The tea hot by noon
While the ignoramus drank of it and whine

              Though the cup runneth over
              Still the dish remnants call
              Though its not declared over
              There is to install

©sheilyrics 2016