Prapancha Soup – Recipe for Disaster!

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English: Beetroot soup with vegetables and har...

Take a cup of envy,

and mix it with some greed,

season it with hatred,

then add some, woe is me!

Plus one spoon of ego,

marinade in pity,

righteous indignation,

will make the mixture pretty.

Make a quick snap judgement,

blend it with assumption,

now, Prapancha Soup,

is ready for consumption!

© Prapancha Soup 18/08/2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Beetroot soup with vegetables and hard-boiled eggs, Sanok (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Paramour

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Within my mind I see your face,

still haunted by the sound of your laughter,

recalling the warmth of your sweet embrace.

All these I carry within my heart.

See my head turn as I hear your name,

watch my heart break when you touch my dreams,

the tears that burn with the memory pain.

All these I carry within my heart.

My lovely, lovely, paramour.

© Paramour 06/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Spike

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For my old puppy dog :)

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Small and scruffy,

brown and woofy,

Spikey Spike dog,

is my puppy.

Scared of cats,

sniffs the breeze,

barks the birds,

to the trees.

Sits and begs,

for a treat,

always savoury,

never sweet.

Longs for noodles,

shivers for cheese,

dog snot windows,

covered in sneeze.

Paws all a twitch,

Whoops delight,

dreams of walkies,

in the night.

© Spike 28.01.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Not Going Right Day!

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It’s a not going right day,

my alarm did not sound,

so I’m late and I’m cross,

and I’m rushing around.

 

It’s a not going right day,

I quickly undress,

the shower’s luke warm,

now I’m cold and I’m stressed!

 

It’s a not going right day,

I’ve run for the bus,

the driver didn’t see me,

he’s pulled off in a rush.

 

It’s a not going right day,

the rain lashes down,

(I’ve forgotten my brolly,)

as I walk into town.

 

It’s a not going right day,

I won’t be on time.

I look at my watch,

it’s one minute to nine.

 

‘It’s a not going right day!’

the receptionist shouts.

I look down and I cringe,

my top’s inside out!

 

It’s a not going right day,

I’ve forgotten my phone.

Each job is a nightmare,

and I long to go home.

 

It’s…

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Windows to the Soul

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Pantheon Masquerade

Do you see into the poet’s soul?

Your stare puts me on edge.

I’m sat before you naked;

you write on my blank page.

I saw you, I know you,

and it took me by surprise.

I really didn’t think that,

you’d see into these poet’s eyes.

© Windows to the Soul 25.05.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Dublin

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For St Patrick’s day :)

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English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour.

I never went to Dublin,

or strolled along the shore.

I never walked on Grafton Street,

or wore the pearls you swore.

I never came to visit you,

and relive bygone days;

to welcome ghosts that haunted me,

or weep upon your grave.

© Dublin 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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The Cat Sat on the Mat

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A golden oldie :)

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Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Cat.

Is herding cats quite possible?

I ponder; be philosophical!

Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Puma.

Sleek and slick and lurking,

my fantasies still flirting!

Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Tiger.

Hunting prey and stalking,

when do the thoughts stop talking?

Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like an Ocelot.

No reason to this rhyme,

but to highlight I cough a lot!

Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Lion.

Ferocious and unstoppable,

Enlightenment quite possible!

© The Cat sat on the Mat 12/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Mother’s Watch

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For mother’s day <3

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Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

It shouldn’t be here,

it should be there,

I have her face,

I have her hair,

tick tock, tick tock.

The time flies by,

I grieve each day,

bequeathed to me,

time slips away,

tick tock, tick tock.

I smell the strap,

for scent of her,

but ‘tis long gone,

no trace is there,

tick tock, tick tock.

Our hands the same,

as time moves on,

just memories,

her voice is gone,

tick tock, tick tock.

The days slide by,

my treasured piece,

reminds of times,

and death’s release,

tick tock, tick tock.

Each tick from you,

I further slip,

each tock to you,

a step I skip,

tick tock, tick tock.

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

© Mother’s Watch  07.02.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Big Pants

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Well…. it is very cold today! Happy weekend :)

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A lady of a certain age,

adjusts her wardrobe,

to engage.

According to her needs;

to please her comport,

and ease discomfort.

That’s why I am,

wearing big pants today;

in order that I can,

Keep warm my back,

and show no crack –

the days long gone,

of scanty clad,

and frilly frills,

dressed to thrill,

send passionate pulses

palpitating – No!

I’m wearing big pants today,

and – just in case…

Of what, I know not,

I’ve packed two extra pairs!

 

© Big Pants 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Drawing of cat wearing pants (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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I do not belong here

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I do not like this place.

I don’t belong here,

the stench of death pervades,

yet outside the sun beats down,

hotter than the promised hell.

I do not like this place.

Relics of a bygone day,

guilt and blame pave the way,

to salvation,

but only if you are too weak.

Enough, to believe as

fear holds tight,

demanding allegiance,

to blame and sin;

dragged screaming from within,

without compassion,

or mercy,

for the weak –

End.

I do not like this place,

I do not belong here,

for the stench of death,

offends my soul.

© I do not belong here 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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