17 Friday May 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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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)
04 Thursday Oct 2012
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, birds, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, grief, heart, heartbreak, loss, love, poetry
The day you left,
and walked out the door,
the heart of the house,
beat no more.
You took the flame,
right out of the fire,
clouds cuddled the sun,
and the moon did cry.
The birds they fell silent,
respecting the day,
when you walked out the door,
and went far away.
© The Heart of the House 04.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Birds in a row (Photo credit: The Wren Design)
04 Tuesday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, graduation, grief, heart, loss, moon, Mother, nest, poetry, rook, Sea, separation, shore, Son, stars, sun, sunrise
How can the sea,
leave the shore?
How can the moon,
the stars ignore?
How can I live,
without my heart,
and grieve for you,
whilst we’re apart?
How can my sun,
no longer shine?
I will not see,
sunrise sublime.
How can the word,
without the book,
the empty nest,
without the rook.
How can the empty
space be filled?
By graduations,
new lives rebuild.
© Empty Nest 04.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Female robin cleaning the nest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
08 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
You rush on by,
in your pinstripe suit;
look down on me,
nose, cock-a-snoot.
Do you know,
who I really am?
I am richer,
than any man.
You may have millions,
stashed away,
some off-shore bank,
for a rainy day.
But take a look,
closely examine,
open up you heart,
what lies within?
I may not have money,
to match your wealth,
but I do have love,
and that’s something else!
For all your riches,
stocks and shares,
I live my life,
with no worries, or cares.
© Cock-a-Snoot 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
You rang m’lord (Photo credit: venturout)
05 Tuesday Jun 2012
Posted in Poetry
Eight Lilies of remembrance,
stand to mark the way.
Eight lilies, one for each of you,
respect and honour the day;
to show that I still think of you,
though that day is done,
each lily marks a bygone past,
from a lifetime that is gone.
I smell their sweet thick lily scent,
It makes me think of you;
with fondest memories in my heart,
and tears that are now few.
No longer living in my world,
It is as though you’re dead.
The lilies are memorial,
to words still left unsaid.
© Eight Lilies 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
26 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
Tags
conjoined, dissever, grief, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, sorrow, soul, waiting and longing
We are together you and I,
destined to be conjoined.
We cannot part,
though I have tried -
two sides of the same coin.
You have your demons,
I have mine,
our paths not meant to cross,
parted from our distant poles,
without you I am lost.
Your heart refrains my harmony,
our breath is intertwined,
your dreams haunt mine,
I shadow yours,
you dwell within my mind.
Our souls can’t be dissevered,
but neither can they join;
we are from different planets,
defying space and time.
© Sorrow 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
26 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
You think you are the King of me,
I am not scared of you.
I’ll stand my ground, as I am strong;
a core of steel runs through.
Whatever daemons you may throw,
I’ll match them with mine own.
You can’t usurp the Queen of pain,
her heart is made of stone.
© Daemons 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
“I carry your heart with me. (I carry it in my heart.)” ~ e.e. cummings (Photo credit: EraPhernalia Vintage . . . (playin’ hook-y ;o))
24 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Love, Poetry
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butterflies, buzzy bees, candy floss, depression, essence, excitement, fairground, giggle, happiness, heart, kites, lairy, love, oscilloscope, poetry, skipping
My tummy feels like summer,
or a giggle just set free,
like a flitter of lairy butterflies,
and a swarm of buzzy bees.
My heart beats to the rhythm,
of girls who jump the rope,
bouncing like a bright beach ball,
shown on some Oscilloscope.
My mind spins like the waltzer,
at a gaily lit up fair.
My head is full of candy floss,
and kites that surf the air.
If I could catch the essence,
and save a jar or two,
I’d keep them in my cupboard,
for when I’m feeling blue.
© Fair Days and Foul 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
A waltzer in motion. The operator walks the boards to spin the cars (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
14 Monday May 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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Buddhism, compassion, endurance, forbearance, heart, Kshanti, patience, poetry, waiting and longing
My heart is Kshanti.
Scarred with forbearance
from the actions of those un-awakened
to the compassion from transformation.
It beats with the patience,
the waiting and longing,
of better times
to come.
The rhythm
of the beat
is endurance;
a longing, that one day,
awakening will open the eyes,
to the universe.
© Kshanti 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lotus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
