Monthly Archives: April 2013

Wake Up Call

14 Sunday Apr 2013

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Today’s prompt. —  The challenge – to write a persona poem — that is, a poem in the voice of a particular person who isn’t you. But choose a very particular kind of person. How about a poem in the voice of a superhero –

Well my choice is not that of a traditional superhero – but he is a superhero to me 🙂

See if you can guess who you think it may be 🙂

English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wake up and smell the coffee!

Do nothing more

just smell

do not crave the coffee

do not drink the coffee

for the coffee cannot bring

everlasting peace

just release for a moment

and smell the coffee;

better still

just

wake up!

Oh – and please buy your fair trade coffee from an ethical outlet.

 

© Wake Up Call 14.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A photo of a cup of coffee. Esperanto: Taso de kafo. Français : Photo d’une

tasse de caffé Español: Taza de café (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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A Walk in the Park

13 Saturday Apr 2013

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English: Hillsborough Park, Hillsborough

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winding grey path

municipal park,

misty rain mizzle

and clouds so dark.

People rush –

a random dog barks,

children still play,

oh what larks!

Raindrops thicken

to leave their mark,

but oh the sun!

invites the arc,

such April showers,

in a municipal park.

 

© A Walk in the Park 13.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Hillsborough Park, Hillsborough (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Of What do I Dream? by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

12 Friday Apr 2013

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I could do with a trip here, soon!

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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

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Let Me Be

12 Friday Apr 2013

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Solitude

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always watching – ever present,

never a moment of peace.

I long for the quiet,

the housewives dream;

no privacy, always eyes watching,

with a question or a request.

 

Leave me alone – let me be,

to read my books and write my words.

Let me listen to my music,

sad and soulful.

 

Let me sit in my garden

and watch the flowers

dance in the summer breeze.

Let me be -just for a while.

 

Stop watching, stop minding

and let me be.

Let me have my privacy.

 

Alone with my thought and memories.

Alone with my daydreams and visionaries.

 

Leave me in my solitude,

alone and in love with my dreams.

 

© Let Me Be 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Calculating Cuddles

05 Friday Apr 2013

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Cuddling you,

is like a mathematical equation.

All elbows and angles,

spoonerisms and square brackets.

Just as a

parent he sis-

te-math-ically

square routes,

and exponentially

asterisks the mattress,

to become algebra

beyond my comprehension;

yet squared and integrated,

your obtuse, hypotenuse,

is surely a sine

that we can tessellate,

calculate and co-ordinate,

affirmative action,

and solve

an alternative angle,

between curves.

The geometry of

cardinal em-braces,

satisfies the

conjugated,

conjugal,

bed.

 

© Calculating Cuddles 05.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Grand Challenge Equations: San Diego Supercomputer Center (Photo credit: dullhunk)

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Jaundiced Outlook

04 Thursday Apr 2013

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Jaded mirror

reflecting death

of a conscience

rotting moral fibre

hair shirt decayed

and frayed

at the edges of society

jaundiced cynicism?

Constructive criticism

worships at the altar

of Celebrity.

 

© Jaundiced Outlook 04.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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Backpack Buddha

03 Wednesday Apr 2013

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I have the Buddha on my back,

he’s quite an affable chap,

with a candle and a cloth,

and a purpose,

I set off…

 

© Backpack Buddha 03.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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She Walks in Beauty…

02 Tuesday Apr 2013

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She walks in beauty,

like the night,

rollers in,

and hair a sight.

 

Face pale green,

a beauty pack,

eyebrows plucked,

and then drawn back.

 

Pyjamas pink,

and winceyette,

such a look,

you won’t forget.

 

She walks in slippers,

polka dot,

and thermal socks,

hot to trot!

 

A classic beauty?

you decide…

(Frankenstein

refused this bride!)

 

© She Walks in Beauty 02.04.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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