Author Archives: Worldly Winds

Elephant in the Room

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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Child painting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They lust and slaver,

Oohed and aahed,

prestigious piece,

held with regard.

 

Stepping back,

to take it in,

I’m at a loss,

where to begin.

 

What it means –

can but surmise,

the Emperor’s clothes,

to a child’s eyes.

 

But still they come,

to worship it,

priceless pap,

elitist crit.

 

Decadent daubs,

and senseless scribble,

visual vomit,

verbal drivel.

 

Pretentious, pointless,

beholding eye,

meaningless,

to all but thy.

 

© Elephant in the Room 26.01.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Child painting (Photo credit: magnusfranklin)

 

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25 Friday Jan 2013

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A stunning piece for Burns night.

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Thare is na time that wull nae come again
Th’ stoor o’ ages weightless winds huv spread
Howfur git back ‘ere ah cannae ken

Oor bairn’s a mon tae quickly grown frae grain
‘n’ we noo wear th’ masks o’ parents deid
Howfur made it ‘ere ah cannae ken

Ah track oor years by pathways thro’ th’ glens
‘n’ loue ye mair than ever cuid be said
Howfur git back ‘ere ah cannae ken

Th’ seasons wi’ thair changes come ‘n’ then
print upon th’ freish genetic treads.
Thare is na time that wull nae come again

Thae trees wha’s totem beauty time disdains
climb thro’ space tae light whaur thay ur fed
Howfur git back ‘ere ah cannae ken

In time a’ Hielands fall upon th’ plain
‘n’ ragin` floods wi’ mortal blood run rid
Thare is na time that wull nae come again.
But howfur  git tae ‘ere…

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Join Me?

24 Thursday Jan 2013

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Coffee Anyone?

23 Wednesday Jan 2013

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coffe-date-photI love smell of coffee brewing. A hot cup with tons of sugar and equal portions of heavy cream or one of coffee mate’s flavour. Yum Sigh*

 

 

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Kim of silentlyheardonce has ‘tagged’ me ……..!

 

 

1) How many cups of coffee per day? None – I react badly to caffeine. I drink decaf tea or Barley Cup. I have about four cups of tea a day.

2) What is your favourite caffeine delivery system? See above!!

 3) What was your best cup of coffee? As a child I remember opening up new jars of coffee and loving the smell!

4) What was your worst cup of coffee? Any! It makes me ill!!

5) What does your favourite mug say? I love my Gorjuss mug –‘ I found my family in a book’

6) How do you take your coffee? I love milky decaf tea, redbush tea or green tea.

 7) When was your first cup? I had tea from a young age, very milky and two sugars! I hate sugar in my tea now!!

 8) Have you ever gone on a coffee tea date? Yes! As a teenager I used to go on tea dates to Joplins café in Chesterfield with my fiancé.

I shall now invite my friends on a tea/coffee date:

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Rumpydog

 

 

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A Winning Formula

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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Five lights on, and we're about to go!

 

 

 

 

 

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!

 

© Train Gran Prix 22.01.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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

 

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Happy Days!

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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two-friends

 

 

 

 

 

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!

 

© Happy Days 22.01.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – unknown – if this is your picture and you would like it removed or accreditation adding please contact me.

 

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Of what do I Dream?

20 Sunday Jan 2013

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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

 

© Of what do I dream? 20.01.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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20 Sunday Jan 2013

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

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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.

 

© Mum 2012

Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012

 

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I Believe

19 Saturday Jan 2013

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A tawny owl (Strix aluco). Français : Une chou...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shall I tell you what I believe?

It changes daily with the breeze.

 

Reflect and pause,

pause and think…

 

Believe nothing.

 

© I Believe 19.01.21013

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)

 

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