31 Wednesday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Heavy eyes,
heavy heart,
dragon throat,
sense departs,
fire in nose,
eyes, small holes,
cactus swallow,
bones feel hollow.
Seasonal cold,
I feel old…
ache – top to toes,
dripping nose.
That’s how it goes…
Want my duvet,
don’t feel groovy,
need my bed,
I feel half dead!
© I’ve got Chills 31.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Promethazine-codeine cough syrup (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
29 Monday Oct 2012
Posted in Anger, Daily life, Poetry
Are you sitting uncomfortably?
Do I make you squirm?
Am I showing you up,
as a spineless cowardly worm?
Do my eyes pierce to your soul?
Can I see right through?
I am not so green to,
all the crap you do.
I do not have knitted brows,
from all the wool you tried to pull.
All the bull, you’ve chatted crap,
the manure heap now is full.
You’ve pulled some stunts,
within your time,
and this one is a flanker;
I didn’t think you’d stoop that low,
you really are a canker.
© Are you Sitting Uncomfortably 29.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Random (Photo credit: Photos o’ Randomness)
25 Thursday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, birthday bumps, birthday cake, candles, celebration, champagne, happy birthday, humour, poetry
It’s my birthday today,
and I’m in a good mood.
I’m out for the day,
for some wine and good food.
I still feel quite young,
though my mirror would scoff;
I feel twenty three,
erm… excuse me – don’t laugh!
I’ve got a few pressies,
I’ll be staying up late,
I’m hoping there’ll be,
Champagne and a cake.
We might skip the candles,
as there’d be quite a few,
I don’t fancy a lift,
from the local fire crew!
I hope you’ve enjoyed,
my celebratory poem,
it’s just a cunning way,
to get my birthday known!
You can send me good wishes,
for my special day,
but please – no bumps….
or we’ll be here all day!!
© Hip Hip Hooray 25.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Candles spell out the traditional English birthday greeting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
18 Thursday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
There is something wrong,
a part of me’s broke,
it’s true, I’m not messing,
it’s really no joke!
I’ve known for a while now,
without much real doubt,
when I was created,
they missed a bit out.
You know how I know?
It’s quite simple, you see,
the odd one out,
It is always me!
I stand in a room,
full of people – and me,
they talk and they chatter,
I’m as quiet as could be.
I feel quiet, and awkward,
don’t know what to say,
I try to join in,
but feel in the way.
I once went for lessons,
to be more assertive,
to learn how to fit in,
not to be shy and furtive.
Needless to say,
it just didn’t work,
you can’t fix what’s broken,
if it’s simply a quirk.
So I stand in a corner,
and try to blend in,
hope nobody notices,
the pickle I’m in!
© Odd One Out 18.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – Square Peg in a Round Hole – geograph.org.uk – 1244305 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
13 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, frost, hare, leaves, ploughed fields, poetry, winter, winter hare
Bared earth
fallow fields
ploughed furrows
concrete puddles
frosted peaks
morning hare
runs wild
winter sun
bleached sky
mist hangs
heavy air
winter cloaks
autumn leaves.
© Morning Hare 13.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – The Hare that came closer… (Photo credit: Ian-S)
12 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dentist, hopscotch, poetry, rush, stress, time, time scale, worry
Where does time go,
when you’re in a hurry?
It slips away,
with stress and worry.
Hopscotch rules,
it skips a step,
elastically stretches,
in the dentist chair.
Then time just stops,
when tragedy stills,
and doffs its cap,
respecting life’s ills.
© Fantastic Elastic 12.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – English: A Pulsar Touch/Command Ladies’ LED watch, from around 1976 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
12 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Sheffield streets,
sodium skies.
Satsuma skin,
sallow sight.
© Sodium Skies 12.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – English: Hagnaby Road, Old Bolingbroke I don’t like the orange street lights and nearly turned all the night shots into greyscale images. Well, if you don’t like the colour, try that for yourself. Looking towards the village cross. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Friday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, change, longing, loss, poetry, Topsy-Turvy
Everything feels so wrong,
nothing’s quite the same,
everything’s so different,
but no one is to blame.
It’s how it’s meant to be,
but all the same it’s wrong,
it’s just a different tune,
and a slightly different song.
I don’t like the way it is,
but there’s nothing I can do,
I’ll have to stick it out,
until we see it through.
© Topsy-Turvy 05.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: It’s a topsy turvy world On Frampton Marsh, the sky is often to be seen underfoot. Looking towards the sea bank from one of the many pools in the marshland. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
29 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
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ageing, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, comfort, feet, lost childhood, poetry, slippers, toes, youth
Wearing slippers,
is an old bird thing…
For when once young,
naked feet would spring,
through dew grass sweet,
and street baked heat.
As the years soon decline,
bare feet, though sublime,
our child’s heart now subdued,
we reach for comfort of our shoes.
No more feet, wet and wild,
as I did when a child.
Now I groan out of bed,
feeling old and half dead,
toasty toes hit cold floor,
then I crave for the allure,
of my slippers cosy warm,
safe from harm,
of cold chills,
and spikey ills,
that can harm footsies,
or stubbed tootsies.
Yes – I can attest,
that my slippers,
are the best!
© A Tribute to my Slippers 29.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Everybody needs a pair of these. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
28 Friday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Brake, brakes, metal, poetry, Rail, Rail transport, railway, railway station, rural, Siding (rail), stations, steel, Track (rail transport), train, Transport, urban, wasteground
Industrial wastage,
with rust iron landscape,
electronic call, signals
an urban escape.
Waterfall ferns,
on railway sidings,
squealing of brakes,
as wheels start sliding.
Flashes of night,
as tunnels become us,
roar of the engine,
as stations flash from us.
Metal on metal,
turn wheels of steel,
the smell of the diesel,
the brakes grind and squeal.
© Railway Sidings 28.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Brake chain (Photo credit: slambo_42)
Worldly Winds 