Message For All Who Have Already Submitted Poetry

Worldly Winds:

Last chance!!

Originally posted on The Wait Poetry Anthology:

Dear Poets,

You are all talented, wonderful human beings and we salute your bravery and generosity in submitting your work for our charity project.

We want to show your work to as many people as possible, and add to your already impressive numbers while we still have time – so if you have Facebook, Twitter or a blog, then please please PLEASE share the link below and lets reach a few more poets before Friday!

Thank you!More than all this, we just want to say THANK YOU, for your hard work and your support – and best of all, for the brilliant poetry we’ve been privileged to read. We’ll be including at least one poem from everyone who submitted.

You’re our favourite humans :)


The Wait Poetry Team



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Creative Writing Opportunity – Less Than 1 Week Left!

Originally posted on The Wait Poetry Anthology:

We’re compiling a charity poetry anthology called ‘The Wait’ and we’re seeking poets of all ages, abilities and interests to contribute to our project. There is less than a week til the deadline – the first of August – so we’re trying to spread the word as far as possible, before it’s too late!

All types of poetry are absolutely welcome, and ALL proceeds will go to Cancer Research UK.

This is what it will look like. Ooh, shiny!

This is what it will look like. Ooh, shiny!


With no cost to yourselves, no catches, and absolutely no loss of rights to your own work (honest!) this is a wonderful opportunity to get your work in print while contributing to a great charity.

The book will be available through Lulu and Amazon in print, and through iTunes as an e-book. We’ll let you know all the details closer to the time.

This might be a self-funded project…

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Finding the Silent Ones


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I will scour the darkest forest

and glide through mango groves

searching for the silent ones

who travel the same road


I will fight the fiercest oceans

and plunge to deepest depths

searching for the silent ones

who sing with silent breath


I will trek across the deserts

leaving no grain of sand unturned

searching for the silent ones

for whom my heart doeth yearn


I will scale the highest mountain

and dwell within dark caves

searching for the silent ones

whom I hope to find some day


I will raft the rabid rapids

and abseil from peak to floor

searching for the silent ones

whom they say exist no more


I will comb the sun-kissed beaches

and skim the silvery surf

searching for the silent ones

rumoured to roam this earth


I will search the church and chapels

and cathedral spires and tombs

searching for the silent ones

whom dwell in catacombs


I will tiptoe to the shrine room

and bow with folded hands

and here I’ll find the silent ones

my kith, my kin, my clan.


© Finding the Silent Ones  16.06.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit :  Arabiian


The Hula-Hoop of Hindrance


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I saw it in the playground,

when I was only three,

the hula-hoop of hindrance,

resting by a tree.


It was pretty, pink, and sparkly,

with unicorns and glitter,

it even had, ‘go faster’ stripes,

so I could hula quicker.


I put it ‘round my tiny waist,

and hula’d round the yard,

little did I realise,

that it would make life hard.


I learned to love my hula-hoop,

though I was only four,

when I went to bed at night,

I’d leave it by the door.


I realised when I was five

(and also at aged six)

that I had been quite naïve

my hula habit fixed


This went on – my dearest friends,

throughout my adult life,

attachment to my hula-hoop,

caused me so much strife.


When cooking in the kitchen,

and trying to eat my dinner,

my hula hoop got in the way,

and I just grew much thinner.


and when I met my boyfriend,

I’d hula-hoop for joy,

but holding hands whilst hula-ing,

well… the romance is destroyed.


When I went upon retreat,

there was no problem there;

for there were many hula hoops,

that we could swap and share!


Then,  Maitripala gave a talk,

about the hula habit,

if we can see the gateway….

the freedom’s there, so grab it!!


One day I hope my hula-hoop,

will rest against that tree,

and if you choose to have a go,

it’s going, gratis, free!!


© The Hula-Hoop of Hindrance 17.06.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit: Photo By Fotolia/Stockshoppe


True Grit Poetry Cycle 2014


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We had a fabulous day despite the cold and rain. This is part of the True Grit Poetry Cycle, collaborative poetry to celebrate and welcome Le Tour Yorkshire – Grand Depart 2014.

I am the 6th poet if you were wondering ;)

Where’s the Arts Council cash going in Yorkshire? A couple of tables

Originally posted on the leeds citizen:

A couple of quick tables based on today’s announcement about which organisations are getting what cash from Arts Council England (ACE) from 2015-18.

They’re what are known as the National Portfolio organisations. Over the three years ACE will be spending just over £1bn on them – around £100m of it in Yorkshire.

Here’s a breakdown of where the cash is going in the Yorkshire region by local authority.


And here’s a little table showing how much of the total cash for the Yorkshire region (48.7%) is snaffled by the top four big Leeds arts organisations.


You can draw your own conclusions from the data, but here’s one: Opera North gets more funding than all the organisations in Sheffield, York, Bradford, Hull, Kirklees, Doncaster and Barnsley combined.

You can download the data here.

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Nine Years


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And as she lay dying

I sat by the church,

the choir were singing

for peace on this earth.


They called to their God

in heaven above,

they prayed for redemption

forgiveness and love.


The grave yard was ancient

full of sinners and saints,

lichens and moss

made the epitaphs feint.


God promised you heaven

where the angels dwell,

and I am alone now

you’ve left me in hell.


© Nine Years 28.06.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Top Ten


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It’s that time of year and yet again I am jaunting off on retreat for a fortnight. I won’t be back until 27th June. So I thought I would leave you with my Top Ten most liked poems as chosen by you! But… then I looked, and there were some real crackers in positions 11 to 15 – so I thought I’d cheat and include those too! I hope you enjoy reading them and I will return soon, hopefully with some new gems :)

Click on the title to take you to the original poem :) Enjoy!!

1. Soldier On 

2. The Cat Sat On The Mat

3. Carole Withany

4. Tipping Sheep (the right way)

5. First Love

6. Silhouettes and Soliloquies

7. WoMan Flu

8. Thistledown

9. Mum

10. Calculating Cuddles

11. Murmuration

12. Sybarites

13. Black Rose

14. Child Within

15. Big Pants

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Death of a Minor


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I remember the daily grind through the Peaks;

from Hillsborough to hospice.

Morphine induced twilight hours,

brittle brown heather hair,

cascading watery cataracts,

crashing, weeping, winding.


I know each bend like the veins in my hand;

the outcrops and falling rocks.

Spray from the lorries,

thrown up, muddy teardrops,

sliding down the windscreen,

breaking limits, breaking hearts.


This is the road to hell.


© Death of a Minor 24.05.2014

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm


Photo credit : photo credit: <a href=””>Romeo66</a&gt; via <a href=””>photopin</a&gt; <a href=””>cc</a&gt;



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