31 Wednesday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Heavy eyes,
heavy heart,
dragon throat,
sense departs,
fire in nose,
eyes, small holes,
cactus swallow,
bones feel hollow.
Seasonal cold,
I feel old…
ache – top to toes,
dripping nose.
That’s how it goes…
Want my duvet,
don’t feel groovy,
need my bed,
I feel half dead!
© I’ve got Chills 31.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Promethazine-codeine cough syrup (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
29 Monday Oct 2012
Posted in Anger, Daily life, Poetry
Are you sitting uncomfortably?
Do I make you squirm?
Am I showing you up,
as a spineless cowardly worm?
Do my eyes pierce to your soul?
Can I see right through?
I am not so green to,
all the crap you do.
I do not have knitted brows,
from all the wool you tried to pull.
All the bull, you’ve chatted crap,
the manure heap now is full.
You’ve pulled some stunts,
within your time,
and this one is a flanker;
I didn’t think you’d stoop that low,
you really are a canker.
© Are you Sitting Uncomfortably 29.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Random (Photo credit: Photos o’ Randomness)
25 Thursday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, birthday bumps, birthday cake, candles, celebration, champagne, happy birthday, humour, poetry
It’s my birthday today,
and I’m in a good mood.
I’m out for the day,
for some wine and good food.
I still feel quite young,
though my mirror would scoff;
I feel twenty three,
erm… excuse me – don’t laugh!
I’ve got a few pressies,
I’ll be staying up late,
I’m hoping there’ll be,
Champagne and a cake.
We might skip the candles,
as there’d be quite a few,
I don’t fancy a lift,
from the local fire crew!
I hope you’ve enjoyed,
my celebratory poem,
it’s just a cunning way,
to get my birthday known!
You can send me good wishes,
for my special day,
but please – no bumps….
or we’ll be here all day!!
© Hip Hip Hooray 25.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Candles spell out the traditional English birthday greeting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
23 Tuesday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
The verses I write,
from events that I see,
might not be your,
cup of rosy hot tea!
Not being clever,
don’t write to impress,
not for the glory,
or the fame of success.
I like to connect,
to thrill and inspire,
I don’t write of love,
all that passion and fire…
My lines are quite plain,
not obscure or sublime,
just everyday stuff,
caught up in a line.
If I am lucky,
I might make you think,
to stop and to ponder,
just before your next blink.
I hope that you feel,
you could do this too,
so pick up a pen,
and give it a go!
© Penning Poems 23.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Writing journal (Photo credit: avrdreamer)
22 Monday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, change, death, impermanence, poetry, seasons, teardrops, winter
Amber autumn,
carpets the ground,
teardrop leaves,
fluttering down.
Her beauty has faded,
her season is gone,
the harshness reflected,
in the cold winter sun.
Summer swifts sing,
their final love song,
as they take to the wing,
they no longer belong.
She weeps tears of petals,
as her dreams decompose,
her lover has left her,
to winter’s repose.
© A Little Decomposition 22.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Sophy, centre, in Autumn Leaves. Alice Gray is on the left. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
18 Thursday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
I am away retreating for the weekend – I thought I would leave you with the top ten most popular poems, as clicked by you!!!
Enjoy!
10. Black Rose
09. Seven Years on…
08. Big Pants
07. Child Within
06. Carole Withany II (Dave’s Seagull)
05. Love Poems
04. Tipping Sheep (the right way!)
03. First Love
…and number 1 – most visited poem is…..
01. Carole Withany
Thank you all for your visits and comments, I really do appreciate everybody’s input 😀
18 Thursday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
There is something wrong,
a part of me’s broke,
it’s true, I’m not messing,
it’s really no joke!
I’ve known for a while now,
without much real doubt,
when I was created,
they missed a bit out.
You know how I know?
It’s quite simple, you see,
the odd one out,
It is always me!
I stand in a room,
full of people – and me,
they talk and they chatter,
I’m as quiet as could be.
I feel quiet, and awkward,
don’t know what to say,
I try to join in,
but feel in the way.
I once went for lessons,
to be more assertive,
to learn how to fit in,
not to be shy and furtive.
Needless to say,
it just didn’t work,
you can’t fix what’s broken,
if it’s simply a quirk.
So I stand in a corner,
and try to blend in,
hope nobody notices,
the pickle I’m in!
© Odd One Out 18.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – Square Peg in a Round Hole – geograph.org.uk – 1244305 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
16 Tuesday Oct 2012
Aunty Carole and Uncle Dave,
went out one night,
to a warehouse Rave!
With bobble hats,
upon their head,
they danced until,
they felt half-dead.
With neon whistles,
around their neck,
they bopped away,
they did – by ‘eck!
Around the clock,
– until half ten,
then they went,
back home again.
They made a cuppa,
took off their coats,
then snuggled up to
watch, ‘Murder She Wrote’.
Dave looked at Carole,
and with a grin,
said, ‘I’m really glad,
we didn’t stay in!’
With matching PJ’s,
and his ‘n’ her mugs,
Carole Withany,
gave him a hug!
© Carole Withany III – Rave! 16.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit – Rave (Photo credit: tuxthepenguin84)
14 Sunday Oct 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, belonging, blame, delusion, evil, fixed view, insanity, poetry, right, shades of grey, view, wrong, wrong view
Am I mad,
or am I sane?
Is this real,
and what’s to gain?
I do not think,
the way you do,
I do not see ,
the world as tho’,
each instant,
is in monochrome
no black, no white,
no sin atoned.
There is no evil,
right or wrong,
Just shades of grey,
no one belongs;
each coin a side,
yet both the same;
I ask once more –
Am I sane?
© Shades of Grey 14.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – Dock near Washington D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
13 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, frost, hare, leaves, ploughed fields, poetry, winter, winter hare
Bared earth
fallow fields
ploughed furrows
concrete puddles
frosted peaks
morning hare
runs wild
winter sun
bleached sky
mist hangs
heavy air
winter cloaks
autumn leaves.
© Morning Hare 13.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – The Hare that came closer… (Photo credit: Ian-S)
Worldly Winds 