17 Thursday May 2012
I never was classed, ‘pretty’,
I was never deemed, ‘a babe’,
I chose instead to use my wit,
and walk the poet’s way.
My years of youth are over,
my life is halfway done,
philosophies from Yoda,
A wise old bird I am.
© A Spot of Silliness 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Tags
April fool, love, poetry, rain, soul
The rain it comes
and does not stop,
refreshing crisp and cold.
Wash clean and cleanse,
my tired eyes,
refresh my sleepy soul.
It burns my skin,
and wakes my sense,
it’s kind, but also cruel.
Wash out the dust,
lays bare our soul,
to cleanse the April fool.
© Rain 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Solitary Raindrop, Hedon, East Riding of Yorkshire, England. This raindrop acted as a crude lens, focussing and inverting the trees behind it! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
I sit at my desk,
the whole house a mess,
pen gripped in my teeth,
musing.
Formed feelings I know,
as the words start to flow,
and I tap at the keys,
making verses.
Sometimes the poems spring,
from the deepness within,
some syllabic style skill,
weaving words.
The craft I possess,
with gymnastic prowess,
and a rhythmical rhyme.
Exhalation!
© Musing 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Poetry
Ladies and Gentlemen take up your pens and give it a go!
Worldly Winds 