MESSAGE TO MY PARTNER.(POEM by Philomena N Okeke)

Where are you my love? You stood like you evolved. You are my sweet dove. If you are sweet candy.
Then I love  sweet candy.
I am ready to eat you up.
Let me worry about tooth
decay down the road.
We giggle with each other. Holding hands on the street. You rebuilt and organized me. We jump up together. Happy and sad together. You lifted me up. And now I can fly. We play with each other. Dive into the Ocean with each other. Peaceful and divine. Our eyes spark at each other. “The world can stop turning, the Sun can stop burning, Who can tell me that love is not worth going through?. If it falls apart,I will understand deep down in my heart ,the only dream that meant a lot to me, has come true. In this life,I was loved by you”Bette Midler. You held my hands. And I held your hands. When I see you I behave. I have lots of curves. I feel like a new me. “What the heart gives cannot go away,it is kept in the hearts of others”Robin St. John. Now I am alive . I am your beloved. And you are my beloved. “I have learned not to worry about love,but to honor , its coming with all my heart”. -Alice Walker. Love me in the light and in darkness. I promise to do the same.

THE BOY AND HIS DOG.(Bedtime Story)

The good singing bird.
The annoying destructive bird.

Nick was sent on an errand to his grandmother’s house.

He decided to go with his dog to grandma’s  house.

On their way ,there were two birds.

The singing bird and the bad bird.

The bad bird was making loud noise.

And Nick dog began to bark at the bad bird.

Nick said bad bird stop your noise .

Me and my dog do not want your noise.

Allow Robin,or Nightingale to sing a melody song.

Yes allow us to listen to good song.

The bad bird continued the destructive behavior

Nobody not even the dog want destructive behavior.

The dog barked more, so that the bad bird will stop.

While the dog was still barking the bad bird flew away.

The little bird continue to sing beautiful melody.

Nick and his dog arrived safely at grandmother’s house.

THE END.

Story of a Girl and The Bird.(Bedtime story).

FICTION.

There is always something left  that we should love .If you have not learn that ,then you are not learning.-Lorraine Hansberry.
The little girl fantasy of been picked  up by a bird.
Beautiful bird with great wingspan.

child-807547_1920My dear beautiful bird with a long beak.How old are you? I am almostĀ  three years old. How tall are you? I am 36inches tall? How much do you weigh? I know that some birds weight 20lbs to 40lbs.

I weigh much less than that.You have a large wingspan which are really great. Why don’t you come down fromĀ  there and pick me up?I want to sit on your back and you can fly with me up again.Simply come down and pick me up,and take me around, and around.

Okay bird come down please and pick me up and go round and round.

I know that it will be lots of fun.

Please come down mother of all birds and take me around.I want to go around with you.Come on ,come on and get me.Stop wasting my time and your time.Hurry up please.You can do it.

Jesus love you and Jesus me too.

She left some food on the floor to attract the bird .The bird was beautiful with nice beak.

The bird did not come down to pick her up,so she cried until she fell asleep.The End.

The bird and the girl.The little girl was talking  to her imaginary friend ,the bird.She wanted the bird to pick her up and fly around with her but the bird did not come down. She offered the bird food but the bird did not come down.