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Bridget Agwu Ibi

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The princess rib
The river
Love supersite all
A tender heart
True love
The Colour
Life is to cry
The heart and blood
The past
Is love painful?

THE PRINCESS RIB.

The princess found her rib
This gave the princess such joy.

Then she took a holiday
Hoping for a melodious one
She soon realised that her life was no longer the same
Her rib was missing.

The Princess was Sad
She tried to call it back
She heard a footstep with a voice
But it was not her rib. It was all a dream
In her room she wept
Because the dream reminded her of her missing rib

THE RIVER.
When I think about the river
And its beauty, I think about the wonders of the
Most high.
The river is different from all other things.

As death brings sorrow, the river brings joy.
When the virtue of life fades away.
The river remains the same.

The river flows from generation to generation.
Everyone goes to the river when in trouble.
It erases bad memories and replaces them with good ones.
It brings hope and reminds us that life on earth is not a waste

Many creatures depend on the river
Birds sing gloriously along the river
Reptiles smile happily
Plants grow fine when planted by the river side.
Man is more inspired when he finds the joy of the river,
What a mystery the river holds

LOVE SUPERSITE ALL.

When the visions around you
Bring tears to eyes
When you want to smile but you end up crying.
And there is pain, sadness and loneliness all around you,
Allow love to be your strength

When you pay for the best,
But you receive the worst
When you call DEATH but it keeps silent,
Let your love be your HOPE.
Keep your faith when you think its gone,
Because you are loved.

When you feel all alone,
And not even a saint takes pity
When your soul bleeds,
And you are always in agony,
let love supersede it all.

A TENDER HEART.

A woman's heart is built with tenderness,
It should be handled tenderly
It hurts when handled badly.

A woman's heart is so gentle,
It can be soft when treated mildly
And it can harden when handled roughly

A woman's heart is very loving
It smiles and opens up with loveliness
only when shown affection
A woman's heart can be bitter when it is broken,
Especially when it loves a man who loves another

A woman's heart can be so cautious,
Careful to love...especially pretentious men
Perhaps one out of seven are called sinners

A woman's heart is forgiving,
because women's hearts are created that way
Tears appear quickly
And are soon forgotten
But the hurt stays in the heart forever .

TRUE LOVE

True love is not physical beauty,
but an inner splendor that glows in the soul
and radiates through all impediments,
forsaking all boundaries.

True love is not perfection.
The perfection lies in the melting of two hearts,
and two souls,
to create a bond that survives all imperfections
and the passage of time.

True love is not fire,
but the kind of warmth one feels from a golden fire's glow,
an incomparable comfort in the face of despair,
an offering of hope when all is hopeless.

True love is us with heart and soul, warm glowing light,
and everlasting hope.

THE COLOUR

The colour is the cause of the world problems,
though you may look innocent.
Why the hell, you can't be blue, red or green if you can't be white?
Because this color `black` has caused misery all over the world.

The colour is like the rock of Gibraltar,
we can't change the colour.
The reality is, its not the person the white don't like but the color .... BLACK.
But why lord?
Do the black colour have to suffer so?
What do the black color want, that white find so
hard to give?
Just a little work,
a little food,
a little place,
a little chance.

The blacks don't asked for the sun or moon, they only want to go by.

LIFE IS TO CRY.

In the midst of life,
we are indebt to cry.
The young and old cry.
Though life has a pleasant and cloudy weather,
but sometimes unpleasant rule.

Painfully a woman cry,
and give a life of a newborn head into men’s hand.
The first thank a child give is to cry.

Youthfully a child grow with all innocence,
greet the day light with a smile,
dreaming a great man he will be.
Then most of dreams became abortive,
Few are born and many are still-born, so he cries.

His expectations are not met but then he is old.
Hope inside him that some day be soon,
he will die maybe then he may not cry.
But if life is to cry.
To die is to cry?

THE HEART AND BLOOD

When the wire says the blood comment instead of the heart,
doubt arise in my cell,
then I began to pray for a miracle.

My miracle becomes a dream,
and my dream turned to a nightmare,
it hurt me day and night.
The blood could not make me smile but made me cry.

I tried to make it real but it does not materialize.
I wished I could tell some one the way I feel about my missing heart.

A bit happy, because I said to myself,
if my blood dried off today and my heart is still functioning there can be a transfusion.
So let us not allow THE BLOOD to stand between us MY HEART.

THE PAST.

The past is always in our life.
Some past are sweet.
Some past are bitter.
Some says the past should come again.
Some prefer the presence to the past.
Some sees the past as a memory.

The past is a life we have lived.
Generation born yesterday would be call the past today.
Sins committed today will be the past tomorrow.
Because we don't dwell on the past.

Misfortunes in life are called the past.
No one accepts the past,
especially when it is a bad one.
But if we don't accept the PAST............
How do we fight against the PAST to correct the FUTURE.

IS LOVE PAINFUL?

My life was very dull but very happy.
Each night I don't dream.
Each morning I don't think,
and smile with every one.

Friends decided to know the secret,
I said maybe because nobody is special.
But they all laugh and make fool of me.
Saying that I am out dated
I cried and plead to heaven for help.

Then heaven was so friendly and comfort me.
Because that year he sent a man.
I made him special but I realize that the speciality was not ordinary.
Because the more I try to stop the more I enter more deeper.
So I realized that I am in love.

Then my life became different.
And I became modern..........
But the love of my life makes me cry.
Because my love is painful.
But.... is love painful?