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

© Sheilyrics