21 Saturday Jul 2012
21 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Tags
Buddhism, compassion, contentment, Dharma, poetry, rebirth, spiritual death
Dharma wheel (Photo credit: Triratna Photos)
Shattered in pieces,
and thrown on the floor,
cast off the shards,
I’m needing no more.
Pick up the remnants,
still shining with glory,
cherish and nurture,
to conclude the story.
Stick them together,
and fill in the gaps,
with glue of the Dharma,
to fill in the cracks.
Little by little,
polish and buff,
shine with compassion,
but that’s not enough…
Sanding the carcass,
shave off the excess,
contentment and calm,
shows nature’s egress.
Refine the mind,
and open the heart,
continue reflecting,
we’ve made a good start.
© Rebirth 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
20 Friday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Lying here thinking…
whilst the world is turning,
innocents in torment,
and the monks are still burning.
Peace was banished,
from this mystical land,
torture and imprisonment,
bedfellows, hand in hand.
The other continent –
starvation the plague,
Aids, poverty and illness,
apparent every day.
Conflict and oppression,
rule many a sacred Isle,
punished by their birth rite,
how can I rest or smile?
For I am one who’s lucky,
with freedoms of a Queen,
a life of capitalist luxury,
to me – feels quite obscene.
© Suffering 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
19 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Poetry
I would like to say a heartfelt, big, thank you to Dagda Publishing for choosing one of my poems for their upcoming anthology to be titled,
‘The Road Less Travelled’
Please take a moment to check out their website,
They feature many fantastic poets, both new and established, with details of available publications from Dagda Publishing, such as Concrete Jungles
I can thoroughly recommend Concrete Jungles, as I have a copy on my Kindle! (Click on the link above to buy a copy for your Kindle!)
It is brilliant value for money, (a mere 77p!) and contains such gems as, ‘Ken Dodd’s Dad’s Dog’s Dead.’ With featured poems such as this, it is worth the 77p just for the sheer genius of the title of this poem alone!
Concrete Jungle contains many other fantastic writers and poetry, which will inspire and entertain. It will also give you something to read whilst waiting for the new anthology 🙂 – The Road Less Travelled.
Dagda also welcome writers to send in their work for consideration, why not give it a go? You have nothing to lose! You can find out how to do this on their website.
You can also find them here at Facebook…
https://www.facebook.com/DagdaPublishing
Please do check them out and support them by clicking the like button! They are working hard to give opportunities to many writers. They are very likeable people!
I am so excited and thrilled to have had a poem chosen for the new book – did I mention the title of the new book?
This will be my first published poem and hopefully the start of many more to come! I would also like to thank the many good folk who take time to visit my page and who take time to read, click, ‘like’, or leave me a comment. Thanks guys and gals – you all work as a catalyst to inspire and encourage me onwards. Thank you so much!
I will leave you with my favourite quote of the moment –
‘She is not a writer at all, really; she is merely a gifted eccentric.’ (The Hours by Michael Cunningham)
Alex 🙂
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012
thank you (Photo credit: adihrespati) Hearts and Candy (Photo credit: Rdoke)
17 Tuesday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
When night pervades,
and dreams half pondered,
take up your pencil,
pen the plot;
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
Like shadows fleeting,
they flutter and flee,
hiding in memories,
lurking and laughing –
they turn and snap,
snarling and prowling.
Bidden time ticks,
playing in peripheries,
of subconscious slumber,
and wanton wakefulness;
again I say –
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
© Ignore a Poem at your Peril 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
In Peril (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
16 Monday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Poetry
One of several versions of the painting “The Scream”. The National Gallery, Oslo, Norway. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
How can you live,
and never question,
stories concocted,
by media suggestion?
I struggle to see,
how this is right,
an injured world,
can’t sleep at night.
Journalists quick,
to make a buck,
from someone’s misfortunes,
or tragic bad luck.
Magazine trash,
knows the score,
dishing out scandal,
Lies, misery, and more.
Governments depict,
skewed stories suspect,
maintain and inflame,
continued conflict.
All life is precious,
for us to squander,
time and energy,
on false propaganda.
© Propaganda 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
13 Friday Jul 2012
Posted in Poetry
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Here are links to a selection of my favourite writes – I guess it’s my top 20!!
1. Paramour
3. Mum
4. Black Rose
5. Broken
6. Child Within
10. Silhouettes and Soliloquies
11. I Wish
12. First Love
13. Dreams
16. Trilogy
17. When I am Dead
18. Seven Years On
19. Big Pants
12 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry
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I read my old love poems,
the other day,
they made me look desperate,
in a cloying kind of way.
What was I thinking,
when I wrote those?
Possessive and needy,
I cringe to my toes.
I really did love you,
of that there’s no doubt,
but it seems quite absurd,
now, the way it came out.
Although I look back,
I was only a child,
I think that I thought,
I was dangerous and wild!
© Love poems 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Romantic Heart form Love Seeds (Photo credit: epSos.de)
11 Wednesday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
The music of what happened,
of what could never be,
violins are playing,
my favourite melody.
The harp is in the background,
so gentle, sweet, and calm,
it’s pure and it’s emotive,
where nothing can bring harm.
The drums are the foundation,
underpinning future hopes,
solid, firm, and grounding,
cornerstone of my opus.
The strings they bring the melody,
add beauty to the score,
with soaring dreams and spires,
they lift the heart some more.
The piano brings the drama,
prophetic highs and lows,
it sets the mood of symphony,
accompanying the woes.
Do not forget the brass section,
significant in their part,
they bring the vocal cheekiness,
to complete the work of art.
My orchestra is now complete,
to play out my concerto,
each instrument a part of me,
my audible fiasco!
© Opus to Alex 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Manuscript of piano trio opus 70 by L.v. Beethoven (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
10 Tuesday Jul 2012
Posted in Acrostic, Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
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acrostic, adamantine, archetype, death, noble, poetry, purity, spiritual death, Vajrasattva, vow
Vision of purity
Adamantine Noble Lord
Jewel in the lotus
Revered for your calm
Assuredly present beyond
Space or time
A cleanser of Death – Oh
Tantric delight
Turning my heart to
Visualise you, always so present
A sacred shared vow
© Vajrasattva 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Vajrasattva Buddha with Bell (Ghanta) and Thunderbolt (Vajra), Tibet, 18th century (Photo credit: opacity)
Worldly Winds 