30 Thursday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, blues, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, primal scream, rejection, writing
![[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)](https://i1.wp.com/farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4712018396_0b6052d407_m.jpg "[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC)")
These walls imbued,
with poet’s mood,
whilst words refrain,
deflecting pain;
the primal scream,
relives the dream,
of love once scorned,
this life sojourned.
© Writing the Blues 30.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
[Blue grotto, Capri Island, Italy] (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)
29 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Words to connect,
inspire, and inflame
passions, and poets
within, our hearts
desire, to reflect.
So pick up, a pen
writing, words
now, and then,
that mirror,
the depths
of despair.
© Hidden Depths 29.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Pens on Parade (Photo credit: Abizern)
28 Tuesday Aug 2012
Posted in Anger, Daily life, Humour, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, anger, broomstick, confidence, determination, frustration, goody two shoes, halo, poetry, school of hard knocks, witch
My heart it is broken,
my head is a mess,
my soul it is injured,
I’m still me, none the less.
I had a good go,
at living this life,
I’ve endured the woes,
and the troubles, and strife.
I’ve played by the rules,
and I’ve learned the hard way,
from the school of hard knocks,
but I never did stray.
Oh! I played it so safe…
wore my goody two shoes,
the obedient girl,
see my halo shine through?
Now, I stamp down my foot,
and the gloves they are off,
just watch this worm turn,
‘cause enough is enough!
I’ve polished my broomstick,
and I’m ready to fly,
the halo has gone,
as I take to the sky.
© Highs and Woes 28.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
“ODDS NIPPERKINS! cried Mother Bunch on her broomstick” for the letter o in Aldiborontiphoskyphorniostikos. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Poll
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, beans, diet, flatulence, humour, lentils, poetry, veganism, vegetarianism
I’m silent but deadly,
I’m telling no lie,
I’m topped up on lentils,
with beans on the side.
Please don’t breathe in,
as you are sure to die,
I’m about to explode,
and blow us sky high!
© Silent but Deadly 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Poetry
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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aging, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, Christmas, Daughter, death, garden, grief, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, poetry
I see an old lady,
and I think of you –
enjoying her garden,
as so should you
Tinsel and fairy lights,
I really miss you;
coloured stockings hang,
each a memory from you.
Then comes the summer,
and I mourn for you,
for all the lost days,
and the things we can’t do.
When I hear a joke,
I want to tell you,
to laugh like two schoolgirls,
‘til tears wet cheeks through.
Each birthday ticks by,
I wait for your card,
I know it won’t come,
but it still hits me hard.
When I see an old lady,
it seems so unfair,
‘cause you’ll never grow old,
no stick, no grey hair.
When I see an old lady,
with daughter at side,
I think to myself,
That should be I…
© I Think of You 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)
24 Friday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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acrobats, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arguments, carnival, clowns, daggers, drama, families, fish wives, jugglers, knife throwers, poetry, steel, vanity
The day that the carnival,
came to my town,
there was drama, emotion,
excitement all round.
Japes were a plenty,
with high jinx of the clowns;
the day that the carnival,
came to this town.
The daring and danger,
of walking the rope,
and the jugglers’ juggling,
all gave us hope.
Next came the horses,
they preened and they pranced,
as the acrobats tumbled,
and the dancers they danced.
Then there were daggers,
as the men threw their knives,
with glinting steel edges,
as sharp as fish wives.
The fire eaters swallowed,
flames hotter than hell,
whilst the ringmaster hollered,
and the kids they did yell.
Welcome to my world,
it won’t let you down,
when the metaphorical carnival,
visits your town.
© Every Day is Carnival Day 24/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Circus Amok Jugglers by David Shankbone, New York City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
23 Thursday Aug 2012
Posted in Poetry
I have a friend,
Carole with an, ‘e’,
who always,
courted tragedy.
She is the one,
that you will know,
skirt tucked in pants,
she crossed the road.
With flashing earrings –
Disco diva,
at party time,
you dare not leave her.
Across the floor,
her stuff she’ll strut,
with loo roll fluttering,
from her foot.
She plays the bagpipes,
I swear it’s true!
With cheeks bright red,
she’ll kill a tune!
If she were a colour,
I have to say,
shocking pink,
would make her day!
You know the saying…
Why’s it me?
That comes from my friend,
Carol Withany.
We all will know,
a Carole Withany,
she is the best friend,
that could ever be!
© Carole Withany 23.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
22 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cadaver, condemned, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, waiting
I hang on your words,
like a condemned man,
waiting, waiting, waiting;
the hour glass ticking,
moods pensive and tense.
To and fro, fro and to…
Cadaver pendulum swinging,
this way and that,
that way and this…
Tides ebb and flow,
moons wax and wane,
days come, weeks go.
Still waiting, waiting…
ever waiting, for
just one word,
from,
you.
© Condemned 22/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Two hangman’s nooses and gallows behind the courthouse in Tombstone, Arizona (tombstone14xy) (Photo credit: mlhradio)
![face [another thanking] tates!](https://i1.wp.com/farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/4123139396_31eed19316_m.jpg "face [another thanking] tates!")
