A Winning Formula

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Ayrton Senna, commuting, F1, Formula One, humour, James Hunt, Jenson Button, Lewis Hamilton, poetry, pole position, Sebastian Vettel, Stirling Moss, train connections, travelling

Have you ever played, ‘Train Grand Prix’?

I’ll tell you how it’s done – you see…

the morning commute becomes fast and fun,

the connection being, Formula One.

Alight the train – the game does start,

from A to B, before depart.

See your quarry, each the best,

overtake them on your quest.

…and on the inside Ayrton Senna,

lady redcoat, hair of henna,

overtaking Jenson Button,

Miss prim and proper, lamb as mutton.

Outside geezer, old and grey,

Lewis H has had his day!

Student alert, mean and clued,

move over Hunt don’t be rude.

Sebastian Vettel is in my way,

deftly dodged with no delay,

Stirling Moss with the wheelie case,

watch out fool, I’ll win this race!

In pole position, take the lead,

aboard the train at high speed,

connection caught and what a blast,

Train Grand Prix – do not be last!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Five lights on, and we’re about to go! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Happy Days!

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, celebration, happiness, poetry, positivity, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poetry

I do not want,

this day to end,

it’s been the best,

I can’t pretend –

not many come,

like this to me,

it usually ends,

in misery…

but now I feel,

just like a Queen.

I’m happier now,

than I’ve ever been!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Of what do I Dream?

20 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, cottage, Derbyshire, Peak District, poetry, retreat, solitary, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire, Yorkshire poet

Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks.

A welcoming hearth,

and an open fire,

somewhere to sit,

and dream of the ‘shire.

A handsome oak bureau,

where I sit and write,

with an old lattice window,

to gaze at the night.

An old chiming clock,

to signal the end,

and an old scruffy dog,

as my one faithful friend.

Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

20 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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Happy Birthday to my remarkable mother – missed every hour of every day.
❤

Worldly Winds

For my Mum…

I looked through the window,

I thought I saw you;

just a hint of a memory

that I wanted to view.

A past life once lived;

a deep memory pain.

I had to control myself

from calling your name.

Her walk was all wrong

and her hair, not the same,

but she had the same clothes

as I saw in my dream.

I followed behind her

and hoped to see

that it really was you

as you used to be.

I knew it was futile

and couldn’t be true;

you’ve been gone these six years,

it couldn’t be you.

Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012

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I Believe

19 Saturday Jan 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, awareness, experience, impermanence, poetry, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poetry

Shall I tell you what I believe?

It changes daily with the breeze.

Reflect and pause,

pause and think…

Believe nothing.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A tawny owl (Strix aluco). Français : Une chouette hulotte (Strix aluco). Русский: Серая или обыкновенная неясыть (Strix aluco). Türkçe: boyu 37-39 cm, kanat açıklığı 94-104 cm olan Alaca baykuş (Photo credit: Wikipedia)