20 Monday May 2013
Posted in Poetry
Hello all, we have a few big things to share with you. Are you sitting comfortably? Then we shall begin.
First up, for those of you not connected to our Facebook page (go on - its on the left there), we can finally announce the release date of our anthology "Western Haiku: A Collection", and some more details on it.
18 Saturday May 2013
Posted in Heartbreak, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, sorrow, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
Holograph clouds
hang in a
blue riband sky
splintered memories
scudding fly
clear cobalt mind
troubled by
those left behind
cogitating
precipitating
Indian summers
that never come
loves lived and lost
but never won
twilight transcends
stargazing nights
Juliet’s blight
heartbreak
crowns
the
air
© Juliet’s Blight 18.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Juliet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
17 Friday May 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, soul, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Even when…
you’re with her,
she’s all alone.
Even when…
you dream of her,
she’s gone.
Even when…
you kiss her,
you’re not the one.
© Even When… 17.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Sunset at Porto Covo, west coast of Portugal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
11 Saturday May 2013
Posted in Heartbreak, Poetry
Abandoned in lost property,
heart’s custodian
labelled – return to sender.
Lost Property 11.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Red Cross Parcel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
06 Monday May 2013
Posted in Publications
For a chance to win a copy of my book ‘Tipping Sheep (the right way)’
Please visit,
https://www.facebook.com/AlexandraCarrMalcolm
and follow the instructions!
I will collect all the names and draw two winner’s names out of a hat next Saturday 18th May. I have two books to give away.
Good Luck!!
05 Sunday May 2013
Posted in Daily life, Loss, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, growing up, heartbreak, leaving home, loss, love, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
The nest a cold tomb,
my heavy heart a hollow stone,
my chicks have all flown.
© Fledglings 05.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Moorhen Nest and Chicks On the Serpentine Lake at Hardwick Hall. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
04 Saturday May 2013
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, moon, poetry, serendipity, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Slowly, silently,
now the moon,
eclipses all but you,
reclining in serendipity’s arms,
as diamonds glinting
eyes of stars,
fledglings nesting
in my heart,
and nought can
sever souls
apart
Serendipity 04.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Serendipity beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
03 Friday May 2013
Posted in Anger, Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, celebrity, false refuge, poetry, UK poet, worship, writing, Yorkshire poet
Leave
the Kings in their Kingdoms
and the Emperors in their Empires
Bring
the Poets and their portents
to the realms of desire
Scorn prophetic Prophets
with their commanding ire
Sing
jubilation for the mundane Messiah
and courting Celebrity
Mankind misfires
© Acolyte 02.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Engraving of Ann Eliza Bleecker, a socialite and noted poet of New York, United States during the 18th century (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
02 Thursday May 2013
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, dreams, dying, fear, hell, insomnia, pain, poetry, sleep, sorrow, soul, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
Slowly, slowly, creeps the dawn,
with monstrous shapes,
and shifting form,
‘tween death and sleep,
my soul doeth lie,
this never world,
where hope does die.
Alas my sense,
it leaves me cold,
splintered spine,
as I’ve grown old
and weary of
this mortal world,
a waiting hell,
backdrop
unfurled.
The antidote
to death
is sleep –
where
Daemons
sneer, and
angels
weep.
© Hades 02.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hades. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
23 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in Poetry
I know my flaws,
so, hold your tongue,
do not hector,
at my wrongs.
I am aware,
my gentle meekness,
can be mistook,
as greatest weakness.
Peck at me,
just like a worm,
but watch your back,
as tables turn.
What you give out,
receive thrice fold,
this old folk lore,
has been foretold.
© Fool’s Gold 23.04.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Full Moon over Margarita (Photo credit: bilbord99)
