21 Tuesday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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alarm clock, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bed, dreams, pillow talk, pillows, poetry, sleep
My idea of paradise,
when I don’t set,
my clock at night;
and in my bed,
in peaceful slumber,
where dreams of you,
my woes outnumbered.
The duvet clings,
as lover’s arms;
the pillow talks,
with all its charm.
Nought shall wake,
this blissful state,
as no alarm,
can make me late.
© Pillow Talk 21/03/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Alarm clock (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
19 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, hope, loneliness, longing, loss, love, poetry
How can I tell
you what to do
when I am more
messed up x 2
How could I tell
you how to be
when I am more
unsure x 3
How can I hope
you love me more
when I am so
alone x 4
How can I live
this lonely life
when I am with
my grief x 5
© Telling Times 19/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Maths (Photo credit: Marcus Mo)
18 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, Ego, envy, greed, hatred, judgement, pity, poetry, Prapancha, recipe, righteous indignation, soup, woe is me
Take a cup of envy,
and mix it with some greed,
season it with hatred,
then add some, woe is me!
Plus one spoon of ego,
marinade in pity,
righteous indignation,
will make the mixture pretty.
Make a quick snap judgement,
blend it with assumption,
now, Prapancha Soup,
is ready for consumption!
© Prapancha Soup 18/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Beetroot soup with vegetables and hard-boiled eggs, Sanok (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
18 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Poetry
This is an ‘old’ poem , I thought it could do with a re-blog 🙂
The Rainbow of my teenage dreams,
colours abound ~ reds, golds and greens.
You’re deadly real, but not quite there,
can’t be held, we can but stare.
We don’t all see the same stormed arc;
my beautiful, beautiful Rainbow Dark.
© Rainbow Dark 31/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photograph from *http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/feeds/17368681
18 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
I never went to Dublin,
or strolled along the shore.
I never walked on Grafton Street,
or wore the pearls you swore.
I never came to visit you,
and relive bygone days;
to welcome ghosts that haunted me,
or weep upon your grave.
© Dublin 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
17 Friday Aug 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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friendship, moon, poetry, silence, stars
Oh, Brother Moon,
where are you?
cry Sister stars,
for it is dark,
and we a’fear,
the silence clear,
please light the way,
so we can play,
in night’s a new,
and lead a merry
dance we will!
For you can still,
our beating stars,
with words afar
outstripping ours.
Without your beam,
your words unseen,
your moon not full,
this night grows dull…
© Be Still 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Moon, Venus and Jupiter (Photo credit: harshanm)
15 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
85 – Under the covers (Photo credit: minxlj)
I’m in a dilemma –
Oh what should I do?
Why is it just me,
that this happens to?
I’m in my posh frock,
peng from head to my toes.
There is just one problem,
the spot on my nose!
It glows like a beacon,
landing the planes,
I really can’t squeeze it,
‘cos I can’t bear the pain!
There’s only one option –
one thing I can do,
hide under my duvet,
and eat a chocolate or two!
© Dilemma 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
15 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Did I tell you…
I’m dying to meet you,
I have to say,
I’m dying to meet you,
in every way.
Put on the kettle,
I’m coming home,
and it will feel,
like you’ve never been gone.
Tell my Grandma,
to wear her best smile,
and tell my Grandad,
to stoke up the fire.
I’m dying to meet you,
I have to say,
tell Mum to collect me,
I’m on my way…
© Dying to meet you 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
10 Friday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Loss, Poetry
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Did I spy a secret,
in the corner of your eye?
If you were to tell me,
would it make me cry?
Do you think it’s worth it,
to keep up this charade?
Life is complicated,
why make it so hard?
Would it not be better,
to go our separate ways?
To accept that it’s all over,
and fight another day.
© Separate Ways 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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)
Worldly Winds 