25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Poetry
Author Archives: Worldly Winds
I Think of You
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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aging, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, Christmas, Daughter, death, garden, grief, loss, memories, Mother, Mum, poetry
I see an old lady,
and I think of you –
enjoying her garden,
as so should you
Tinsel and fairy lights,
I really miss you;
coloured stockings hang,
each a memory from you.
Then comes the summer,
and I mourn for you,
for all the lost days,
and the things we can’t do.
When I hear a joke,
I want to tell you,
to laugh like two schoolgirls,
‘til tears wet cheeks through.
Each birthday ticks by,
I wait for your card,
I know it won’t come,
but it still hits me hard.
When I see an old lady,
it seems so unfair,
‘cause you’ll never grow old,
no stick, no grey hair.
When I see an old lady,
with daughter at side,
I think to myself,
That should be I…
© I Think of You 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
the stockings were hung by the…tv stand (Photo credit: LizMarie_AK)
Every Day is Carnival Day
24 Friday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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acrobats, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arguments, carnival, clowns, daggers, drama, families, fish wives, jugglers, knife throwers, poetry, steel, vanity
The day that the carnival,
came to my town,
there was drama, emotion,
excitement all round.
Japes were a plenty,
with high jinx of the clowns;
the day that the carnival,
came to this town.
The daring and danger,
of walking the rope,
and the jugglers’ juggling,
all gave us hope.
Next came the horses,
they preened and they pranced,
as the acrobats tumbled,
and the dancers they danced.
Then there were daggers,
as the men threw their knives,
with glinting steel edges,
as sharp as fish wives.
The fire eaters swallowed,
flames hotter than hell,
whilst the ringmaster hollered,
and the kids they did yell.
Welcome to my world,
it won’t let you down,
when the metaphorical carnival,
visits your town.
© Every Day is Carnival Day 24/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Circus Amok Jugglers by David Shankbone, New York City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Carole Withany
23 Thursday Aug 2012
Posted in Poetry
I have a friend,
Carole with an, ‘e’,
who always,
courted tragedy.
She is the one,
that you will know,
skirt tucked in pants,
she crossed the road.
With flashing earrings –
Disco diva,
at party time,
you dare not leave her.
Across the floor,
her stuff she’ll strut,
with loo roll fluttering,
from her foot.
She plays the bagpipes,
I swear it’s true!
With cheeks bright red,
she’ll kill a tune!
If she were a colour,
I have to say,
shocking pink,
would make her day!
You know the saying…
Why’s it me?
That comes from my friend,
Carol Withany.
We all will know,
a Carole Withany,
she is the best friend,
that could ever be!
© Carole Withany 23.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Condemned
22 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cadaver, condemned, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, waiting
I hang on your words,
like a condemned man,
waiting, waiting, waiting;
the hour glass ticking,
moods pensive and tense.
To and fro, fro and to…
Cadaver pendulum swinging,
this way and that,
that way and this…
Tides ebb and flow,
moons wax and wane,
days come, weeks go.
Still waiting, waiting…
ever waiting, for
just one word,
from,
you.
© Condemned 22/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Two hangman’s nooses and gallows behind the courthouse in Tombstone, Arizona (tombstone14xy) (Photo credit: mlhradio)
Pillow Talk
21 Tuesday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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alarm clock, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bed, dreams, pillow talk, pillows, poetry, sleep
My idea of paradise,
when I don’t set,
my clock at night;
and in my bed,
in peaceful slumber,
where dreams of you,
my woes outnumbered.
The duvet clings,
as lover’s arms;
the pillow talks,
with all its charm.
Nought shall wake,
this blissful state,
as no alarm,
can make me late.
© Pillow Talk 21/03/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Alarm clock (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Telling Times
19 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, grief, hope, loneliness, longing, loss, love, poetry
How can I tell
you what to do
when I am more
messed up x 2
How could I tell
you how to be
when I am more
unsure x 3
How can I hope
you love me more
when I am so
alone x 4
How can I live
this lonely life
when I am with
my grief x 5
© Telling Times 19/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Maths (Photo credit: Marcus Mo)
Prapancha Soup – Recipe for Disaster!
18 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, Ego, envy, greed, hatred, judgement, pity, poetry, Prapancha, recipe, righteous indignation, soup, woe is me
Take a cup of envy,
and mix it with some greed,
season it with hatred,
then add some, woe is me!
Plus one spoon of ego,
marinade in pity,
righteous indignation,
will make the mixture pretty.
Make a quick snap judgement,
blend it with assumption,
now, Prapancha Soup,
is ready for consumption!
© Prapancha Soup 18/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Beetroot soup with vegetables and hard-boiled eggs, Sanok (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
18 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Poetry
This is an ‘old’ poem , I thought it could do with a re-blog 🙂
The Rainbow of my teenage dreams,
colours abound ~ reds, golds and greens.
You’re deadly real, but not quite there,
can’t be held, we can but stare.
We don’t all see the same stormed arc;
my beautiful, beautiful Rainbow Dark.
© Rainbow Dark 31/03/2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photograph from *http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/feeds/17368681
Dublin
18 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
I never went to Dublin,
or strolled along the shore.
I never walked on Grafton Street,
or wore the pearls you swore.
I never came to visit you,
and relive bygone days;
to welcome ghosts that haunted me,
or weep upon your grave.
© Dublin 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: A panoramic view of Howth harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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