Monthly Archives: January 2013

Knitting Couplets

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

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Illustration from "Vivilore: The Pathway ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Knitting with syllables

pen and purl

lexical needles

pattern unfurls

pencils slip stitches

pens purl clichés

scheming skeins

unpicking dreams

slip stitch sibilance

cast off vigilance

trying hard again

to crochet a cardigan

No – not me

I prefer

knitting poems.

 

© Knitting doublets 16.01.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Illustration from “Vivilore: The Pathway to Mental and Physical Perfection” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Burn Bright

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

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A flame from a burning candle

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do not be the moth

Always be the flame

Burn bright, burn bright

 

© Burn Bright 15.01.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A flame from a burning candle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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14 Monday Jan 2013

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Oh I love this poem!!

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He said he liked my shoes
sitting across from me
after he said we haven’t talked in a while.

I want to tell him everything
as I laugh at his ridiculous beard
then I tell him it’s the middle of summer.

When we make plans for tomorrow
my heart and my lips smile
then he looks sad, he forgot he has to work tomorrow.

Some other time I say
happy I got to share this moment with him
because we haven’t talked in a while.

I don’t realize how longs he stays
until he says he better be going
I smile and tell him I’ll talk to him tomorrow.

He tells me he’ll call
after he reminds me he has to go home soon
I know I may never see him again.

I hope we still talk
maybe we’ll even visit one another
for now I’ll just look at my…

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14 Monday Jan 2013

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Hi all, quick little reminder here about what we have coming up that you may be interested in submitting to, and a little something about a couple of collections we have in edit.

First up, our Burns Night competition is closing on the 20th (that’s exactly a weeks time, folks). We want your best poem inspired by Robert Burns. Seeing as it’s Burns night soon, we thought this would be a great idea, and a homage to one of the greats. Send your best work to us, and the winner will be published on Burns Night on this site (25th Jan).

Also, we’re still looking for submissions of Western and Traditional Haiku for our next anthology “Western Haiku: A collection”. Deadline is the 10th of February, we intend to publish this around the middle of March.

Submissions to: dagdapublishing@hotmail.co.uk

We also have a couple of collections we are in the…

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13 Sunday Jan 2013

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Go on…. submit some of your work. They are really friendly 🙂

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Morning/evening all.

Quick post here, been a hectic day, so no poetry. We are always on the lookout for new and exciting poets to feature on the site. If you are a writer and have that one (or more) piece/s that you really want to get out there, why not send it to us for consideration.

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Rainbow Fin

10 Thursday Jan 2013

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fish bowl

 

 

 

 

 

I had a fish called Rainbow,

the ugliest you’ve seen,

he was almost transparent,

showing heart, and spine, and spleen.

 

He seemed to live forever,

a hoopla prize, most fair,

he grew quite big and chunky,

and swam without a care.

 

He wasn’t a rare beauty,

neither rainbow,  nor a jewel,

but my little girl’s heart loved him,

he was strange, and bold, and cool!

 

He swam around in circles,

gliding through his castle scene,

and he didn’t seem to mind much,

when neglect turned his bowl green.

 

Then, one day, to my distraught cries,

and my childhood at an end,

I found him quite lopsided,

my poorly rainbow friend.

 

He’d lasted ‘til his teen years,

it was a sad old day,

when I said a few old holy words,

and flushed him clean away.

 

Goodbye! my quirky rainbow friend,

I loved you ‘til the last,

‘tis fondly I remember thee,

you remind me of my past.

 

© Rainbow Fin 10.01.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

fish bowl (Photo credit: Dean McCoy Photography)

 

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Striking the Blues

08 Tuesday Jan 2013

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Pit head silhouette

 

 

 

 

 

 

Iconic charming history,

repeats the sad refrain,

as, once more, we get screwed over,

we sing along again;

the blues echo a doleful tune,

and strike the same discord,

man mines the depths of misery,

bank on, fools, gold reward!

We steel ourselves with loyalty,

patriotic to the ends,

whilst red skies scream solemnity,

we bend our plastic friends.

Ironic charnel history,

repeats the shame, refrain,

prepare to get screwed over,

as we sing along in vain.

 

© Striking the Blues 08.01.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Pit head silhouette (Photo credit: alastairb)

 

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Awakenings

05 Saturday Jan 2013

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Lotus Bloom

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh fragile temple

Oh temperate soul

Let me be silent

And master control

 

© Awakenings 05.01.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Lotus Bloom (Photo credit: Chris Hunkeler)

 

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04 Friday Jan 2013

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A tribute…

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black rose 1

The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

 

© Black Rose 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

black rose 1 (Photo credit: Melinda Taber)

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04 Friday Jan 2013

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