Child – #writephoto

Sue’s #writephoto prompt today

A freku for today – A poem followed by a haiku to sum the verse up.

Antique playthings
Once gave so much pleasure
Antique playthings
Surely things to treasure
Antique playthings
Memories roll back
Antique playthings
Dolls house and train track
Antique playthings
In an old nursery
Antique playthings
Looking quite freaky
Antique playthings
With eyes that follow you
Antique playthings
They know all that you do
Antique playthings
Bear witness to it all
Antique playthings
They see your rise and fall

These antique playthings
Valuable yet horrific
No comfort given

Ritu 2017

#writephoto

Doubling Up!

I have to confess… I have been oh so naughty these last few days! The Easter break always finds me with less willpower than at Christmas or the summer holidays for some reason!

I have been eating… and eating… and eating. When I want a snack, I am not reaching for the fruit bowl, or a yoghurt, as I have been doing, but rather the crisps, chocolates, ice creams, cakes… did I mention chocolate? And rather than having just one, I end up going back for a second helping!

It inspired a little poem from me today! Here’s to all of us who can’t help but snack! ( I’ll be back on my wagon once term starts. It’s not even worth me trying to be ‘good’ this holiday!)

This is getting serious
I don’t know what to do
For every time I have a snack
It’s never one, but two!

I went to get an ice cream
Didn’t realise the trouble
For after scoffing one
I needed more – Double!

Maple pecan plaits
You buy them in a pair
So I ate them both
I think that’s only fair!

At afternoon teatime
I make myself a brew
And if its not a pack of biscuits
I’ll have a scone – no, two!

With Easter coming it’s no fun
Chocolate everywhere
It would be rude not to eat,
And just sit and stare!

It’s not just sweets but savoury too
That seem to be coupling up
Wine, two glasses – not just one
And tea, ooh yes, another cup!

This doubling up is awful
I really shouldn’t indulge
After all my hard work
To shift my waistline bulge!

But then, I’m only human
Sometimes you gotta eat
And at my next weigh in
I promise I’ll not cheat

Instead, I’ll be good, I swear
I’ll get back to my routine
And then I’ll be posting about
How I got back to being lean!

Ritu 2017

Stones #writephoto

Sue’s #writephoto prompt for today…

Meet me by the Arch of Stones
Where no one else will be
Hide behind the monument
And wait just there for me
Lean against the cold grey stone
Press your back just there
You’ll feel a warmth, a breeze
As I gently touch your hair
Close your eyes and feel
Me gently stroke your lips
The sensation of my hands
Slipping slowly to your hips
Imagine me clasping you tight
Crushing you to my chest
And I shall feel the gentle
Heaving of your breast
Just think of me, my love
And know how much I care
For it won’t be too long
Until I’m really there.
Ritu 2017

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I Hate Shopping, MUM!!!!!

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I don’t wanna go Mummy,
Please don’t make me!
Shopping again? Really Mummy
Please don’t take me!

All we seem to do is
Go up and down the aisles!
Its not a massive shop Mummy
But you make me walk miles!

Then we turn a corner
And you spy  an old friend
You stop to natter…
Oh, this trip will never end!

Toy aisle! My favourite!
Now we’re talking!
No, Mummy, stop!
Don’t keep on walking!

Okay, then the sweetie aisle
Its coming up real fast!
But yet again you manage to
Push the trolley straight past!

This is no fair! What’s my reward
For being dragged around?
You just said no to every treat
That I had gone and found!

Well fine then, just hurry up
Get to the till to pay!
So we can pack this shopping up
And quickly get away!

Back home you present to me
The trading cards you had
Hidden in the trolley…
Cool! Shopping’s not so bad!

Ritu 2015

This is one dedicated to my kids, who seem to need bribery to convince them to ever go grocery shopping with me! With Lil Princess, its a magazine, or something arty, Lil Man wants trading cards for whatever collection he is attempting to amass at the time!

Since when did kids start bartering for rewards (read bribes!) just so they agree to go shopping?! When I was young, it wasn’t an option! If mum needed to shop, and we were too young to stay at home, we were just put into our coats and sat in the car, no explanations needed, then we quietly, obediently, went arould the shop either walking beside, or sat in the trolley!

I must admit, I used to take the opportunity to add to the contents of the basket when I was smaller, as mum’s back was turned, and the fact that I was sat in the trolley gave me much easier access to some pretty yummy stuff, as I was higher up! It would get discovered at the till, but hey, I had fun trying!

But hey, this is for all those parents out there, struggling to drag their offspring around the aisles of the local supermarket! I don’t get the vocal tantrums, but believe me, If I was to come across you in the aisle, with your child screaming, I wouldn’t roll my eyes, I would totally sympathise!

World Poetry Day 2017

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A little light hearted poem from my book for World Poetry Day.

Poetic Confusion

Tried to write a sonnet,
Was on it like a car bonnet.
But whatever I wrote
Every scribble and note,
Didn’t rhyme at the end
Drove me round the bend!

Tried a haiku,
What to do?
Five, seven, five
Yet still I strive
To work it out,
I have my doubts…

Ballad, ode, elegy,
Epic, lyrical poetry
Epigram, allegory,
Irony, cacophony.
Terza rima, doggerel
Or an ABC poem.

So many poems, what to write?
Is it wrong? Is it right?
I’ll write like me
That’s best, you see
I’ll rhyme and vent
To my hearts content!

By Ritu

And if you like, my book is available on Amazon by clicking this link! myBook.to/PoeticRITUals

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