My mouth has nothing to tell you o God
For I  am weak in keeping words of mine.
A year today I made a promise to end sin.
To only whistle tunes that sweet your mind.
And greatly love my neighbours like myself.
But 'fore the dusk of that',I broke those vows.
From January first to Decemb thirty-first,
I only wishtle tunes for mine interest alone.
My body's temple of your holy ghost
but sins did parasited me as their hosts.
My tongue was heavy to expose the lies.
That resolution failed and I,also failed.
Now to you God,the Father I resolve;
To firmly give myself to you as sacrifice
So that now henceforth I'll live in you
So that my shame will equally be yours
And mine triumphant shall remain your own
I'll not depend on any pow'r of mine
But on your power,mercy,love and grace.
#WhistleTheFlute

There once was a santa claus.
Who never give gifts from his pulse.
When they sang "jungle bell",
he respond "go to hell".
With cry the bathed that santa claus .

A black fruitbat
swaying across the half moon_
of mid-september


#HAIKU

There once was an old man named Zedd.
Whose family fed on dried bread.
When flour's cost got high,
he felt no real shy
to feed them with bread made of thread.

I don't know what love is.
I can't tell where it originated,
nor it purpose on earth.
I don't know how one feel
when he is in love,
nor what one will do as a lover.
All I know is that I care for you.
I wish to put smile on your face.
Take part in your happiness
and share in your sorrows.
Walk with you in the rain.
Stay with you under the harsh sun.
I think about you all night in my bed ,
and dream of you always.

Before the breathing of this blissful altar,
There once was,actually,on this place,
A frightened shrine of Uzu deity.
Where we sacrified our last **** to Uzu,
Ate stragnled meat,food,wine,colanut,
Consulted our ancestral spirit,
Bowed down to the eastern sun.

But after our immersion into water,
We folded aside our old garments.
And believe in God Almighty.
Who on cross,with cross and cross
Saved all mankind of all races.
We are now carriers of cross,
Hoping for a blissful eternity.
Our fowl and palmy became bread and wine.

O tender maiden thou shall fall in love.
In thee each eye can see beam blissful youth.
Thy voice looks larger cute than coo of dove.
Thy freshest body is like silk in smooth.

Thou art most prettiest petal to man's eye.
Thy perfume could be nosed from farthest miles.
The degree of their dreams on thee is high.
Dont hide therefore,away from them thy smiles.

But careful shall thou be because of rams,
Who only think of eating 'bidden fruit.
Believe not in their lyric-tongue that charms,
They'll plough thee,hate thee,leaving thee as boot.

Give though thy heart to men that know its taste.
Thus,fly away from ****,they're but for waste.