28 Friday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, fall, knobbly knees, nicotine, poetry, trees, twigs
Matchmaker trees,
trunks of knobbly knees,
arthritic twigs,
that creak in the breeze.
A splutter of leaves,
yellowed nicotine trees,
the breath of a smoker,
lets out a wheeze.
We’re dying, they weep,
as autumn does creep,
within crispy veins,
as they lay down to sleep.
© Trees 28.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Ash Tree in Fall (Photo credit: hz536n/George Thomas)
23 Sunday Sep 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Daily life, Poetry
Learn to keep quiet,
and learn to keep still,
‘cause no one can hear you,
and nobody will.
Learn to be silent,
and watch what you say,
it’s not all about you,
it’s not, ‘Alex Day’.
No one is interested,
in all that you do,
no one is bothered,
except, maybe you?
© Shhh… 23.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
dropped blue (Photo credit: renwest)
20 Thursday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
I stuck my toe up the bath tap,
I know what you’re thinking,
it didn’t get trapped.
I wriggled it about,
then pulled back down –
and to my surprise,
it was mucky and brown!
© Bath Taps and Toes 20.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
14 Friday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Love, Poetry
This house,
full of bustle,
full of love and,
full of drama!
This house,
safe and warm,
no interloper,
can bring harm.
This house,
is a home,
security of,
the womb.
This house,
has a heart,
family values,
play the part.
© This House 14.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Home Sweet Home (Photo credit: Lockedinthepark)
13 Thursday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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When debts come in the letterbox,
then love flies out for sure,
the better becomes the worse,
at the scourge of being poor.
The heart beats with a sickness,
at the signs you can’t ignore;
the stress and strain is showing,
as we begin to talk no more.
We’re hoping for the better,
for the richer, and for wealth,
don’t hold your breath whilst waiting,
it’s not good for your health!
© When Poverty Knocks 13.09.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Tax Bill (Photo credit: Images_of_Money)
04 Tuesday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, empty nest, empty nest syndrome, graduation, grief, heart, loss, moon, Mother, nest, poetry, rook, Sea, separation, shore, Son, stars, sun, sunrise
How can the sea,
leave the shore?
How can the moon,
the stars ignore?
How can I live,
without my heart,
and grieve for you,
whilst we’re apart?
How can my sun,
no longer shine?
I will not see,
sunrise sublime.
How can the word,
without the book,
the empty nest,
without the rook.
How can the empty
space be filled?
By graduations,
new lives rebuild.
© Empty Nest 04.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Female robin cleaning the nest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
01 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Hot flush
flash up
pressure point
no stop
heat burns
brain turns
into mush
with flush.
Heart pounds
skewed sounds
head throbs
stifled sobs
anger flashes
teeth gnashes
temper flares
no one dares
talk to Mum
‘til it’s done.
Hot flush
has gone.
Oh the joys
of menopause!
© Menopause 01.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Menopause Three (Photo credit: David Jackmanson)
28 Tuesday Aug 2012
Posted in Anger, Daily life, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, anger, broomstick, confidence, determination, frustration, goody two shoes, halo, poetry, school of hard knocks, witch
My heart it is broken,
my head is a mess,
my soul it is injured,
I’m still me, none the less.
I had a good go,
at living this life,
I’ve endured the woes,
and the troubles, and strife.
I’ve played by the rules,
and I’ve learned the hard way,
from the school of hard knocks,
but I never did stray.
Oh! I played it so safe…
wore my goody two shoes,
the obedient girl,
see my halo shine through?
Now, I stamp down my foot,
and the gloves they are off,
just watch this worm turn,
‘cause enough is enough!
I’ve polished my broomstick,
and I’m ready to fly,
the halo has gone,
as I take to the sky.
© Highs and Woes 28.08.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
“ODDS NIPPERKINS! cried Mother Bunch on her broomstick” for the letter o in Aldiborontiphoskyphorniostikos. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
25 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, beans, diet, flatulence, humour, lentils, poetry, veganism, vegetarianism
I’m silent but deadly,
I’m telling no lie,
I’m topped up on lentils,
with beans on the side.
Please don’t breathe in,
as you are sure to die,
I’m about to explode,
and blow us sky high!
© Silent but Deadly 25/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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)
Worldly Winds 