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Day 27 #Loveuary ❤ To Be Loved

27 Feb 2017 34 Comments

by Ritu in #loveuary, Poems, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #loveuary, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, love, poem, To Be Loved

To Be Loved

To be loved
The most precious feeling
To know you care
It’s soul healing
To feel your embrace
Warms the heart
The touch of your lips
Heats other parts
To know you’re there
Come good or bad
By my side
Whether happy or sad
To love someone
Can be bittersweet
To know you’re loved
Makes you complete

Ritu 2017

Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

Day 26 #Loveuary ❤ – Devotion

26 Feb 2017 19 Comments

by Ritu in #loveuary, Poems, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #loveuary, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Devotion, Grease, love, poem

To love someone so completely… is devotion indeed.

Some think you shouldn’t worship anyone to that extent. It leaves you vulnerable, so vulnerable.

When you do love someone in this way, it consumes you. You are them, they are you. You would do anything for them, give anything for them.

In many ways, this is how I feel for my Hubby Dearest. I am devoted to him. I would give anything for him. But I know that the feelings are mutual.

My one and only
My heart, my life and my all
Devoted to you

#SoCS Feb. 25/17 – How

25 Feb 2017 39 Comments

by Ritu in Family, Poems, Socs, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, funeral, Goodbye, How, Linda G Hill, Loss, poem, Socs

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “how.” Start your post with the word “How.” Bonus points if you end with it too. Enjoy!

I am attending my dear cousin’s funeral today… The following #SoCS entry is for him.

How will we get through today
When goodbye is the word we have to say?
Why did you have to leave us so?
Who told you it was your time to go?
What should we feel, sorrow or gladness
That you suffered little, but left us with this madness?
Where will you go, some place peaceful now?
I guess that you’ll let us know, somehow…

Ritu 2017

RIP Manjit Virji

Peace be with your beautiful soul 😢

Day 25 #Loveuary ❤ – Chocolate

25 Feb 2017 27 Comments

by Ritu in #loveuary, Poems, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #loveuary, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Chocolate, Limerick, Malteasers

Mmmm, Chocolate! I LOVE chocolate.

No seriously, I am not exaggerating. I really do LOVE chocolate. One day many years ago, I had a food sensitivity testing done, as I was getting itchy all the time, and one of the foodstuffs that came up for me to avoid was, Shock, Horror! Chocolate!

I decided then and there that a life of itching was preferable to an existence without the cocoa gold! Existence, that is exactly what it would be…not living life if I had to give up chocolate!

I can happily eat pretty much all chocolate. Plain, Milk, White, flavoured, chocolate coated anything (almost!) but my absolute favourite… Malteasers!

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And so, an ode to Malteasers just had to be written!

Oh glorious globes of pleasure
Bringing joy I just can’t measure
I love how you taste
Never eat you in haste
Each nibble of you do I treasure!

Ritu 2017

#writespiration #104 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 8 Choke / Bridge #writephoto

23 Feb 2017 54 Comments

by Ritu in #WritePhoto, #Writespiration, Challenges, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: #WritePhoto, #Writespiration, 52 Word Challenge, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Bridge, Choke, Flash Fiction, Sacha Black, Sue Vincent

Today I am combining two of my weekly prompts, as they came up on the same day!

Writespiration by Sacha Black where the prompt word is Choke. The challenge is that we only have 52 words, no more no less, with which to spin a fictional web!

And

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto, where we have the following photo to use as we wish.

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So here is my little tale…

A bridge over troubled water.

Or over hardly any water.

A stench so foul from the rotting debris, strewn into the water, pungent enough to make the hardiest human choke.

But not me. This place was perfect.

It smelled glorious to me, the new troll on the block, or under the bridge!