Lucky
07 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
07 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
07 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Tags
Flowers, fresia, lily of the valley, poetry, roses, sweet william
Sensuous Sweet William,
swaying slowly and with ease,
sickly scent suffuses,
cloying at the breeze.
Floral, fragrant, Freesias,
a heady, heavenly perfume,
flimsy, fickle, finicky,
punctuates juvenile June.
Lilly or the Valley,
valiant, staunch, verbose,
remembrance and reminisce,
of fallen family close.
Romantic, rotund, Roses,
their drama does delight,
pervading, perfumes profligate,
part, prophetic poets’ heart.
© Flowers 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
06 Friday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
With face of delight,
my son runs to me –
“I’ve tipped up a sheep!”
he shouted with glee.
My face drops with horror.
Well how could this be?
Am I the worst mother,
has he learned nothing from me?
“Calm down Mother!”
my son reassures.
“It’s not as you think,”
with derision he snorts.
“We walked in a field,
(in the group we were five,)
saw a sheep on its back,
with legs waving at sky.
It soon came apparent,
from what we could see,
that the sheep was so stuck,
‘twas a strange sight to see.
We tried hard to lift her,
but to no avail,
she was fat, wet, and smelly,
the weight of a whale.
Then out of the blue,
an idea did occur,
we spread out our groundsheet,
to roll her on there.
With one mighty tug,
we pulled the sheet up,
and the sheep it did tip,
(the right way up!)
So, off with a wobble,
and a, ‘baa,’ of delight,
the sheep she then trotted –
it was quite a sight!
So you see Mum, it’s true,
the things I did say,
we tipped up a sheep.”
(Thankfully – the right way!)
My Son says, I must point out that this is a true story. Whilst on a Duke of Edinburgh expedition, they encountered a sheep who was stuck on her back.
He told the story exactly as above – I was so relieved to find he had actually saved a sheep by tipping it up the right way, and hadn’t tipped a sheep over the wrong way!
He did give a talk at school about the ‘tipping up a sheep’ encounter, though I did advise him to change the title to ‘Saving a sheep’s life!’ (I was worried the teachers may have had a mild panic attack on seeing the title of his talk!)
©Tipping Sheep (the right way) 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit
© Copyright Nigel Mykura and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence
05 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Daisies kissed by fairies,
pink lipstick petals pout,
little girl’s tiaras,
chains, lambs tails, about.
Buttercups stars shimmer,
spreading love and peace,
a golden, gay, glimmer,
graces chins beneath.
Forget me not – shy,
skirts the edge of the lawn,
coy, courting compassion,
for those whom we mourn.
The dandelions ire!
He’s banished from beds,
his anger like fireworks,
explode in his heads!
English: Dandelion clock (Taraxacum officinale) For more translations SEE BELOW (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
© The Dandelion Ballad 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
05 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Plumping pillows
Inviting sleep so
Lay down your head
Let dreams dance
Over your soul
Waltzing with the angels ‘til
Sunrise wakes slumber
© Pillows 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Bed made with white bed linen. Four fluffy pillows and crumpled sheet . Original description: 350 thread count sheets. Down featherbed. Down duvet. Super fluffy pillows. Ahhhhhhh. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
02 Monday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Rain falls,
bird calls,
flaming June,
storms straight through,
summer winds,
never ends,
grey skies,
no flies!
Grass wet –
you bet!
Rivers flood,
the garden’s mud,
no picnics planned,
yet hosepipes banned.
Summer blues,
still in shoes,
woollies on,
summer’s gone!
© Summer Blues 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Umbrellas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
14 Thursday Jun 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Sleep is not happening
sleep will not come
my heart it is pounding
and my mind is undone.
The thoughts they are taunting
with memories flirting
the darkness is daunting
as my soul is hurting.
Sleep is not happening
sleep will not come.
© Sleep 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
14 Thursday Jun 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
I’m sorry I used your toothbrush,
really I truly am.
I don’t know what came over me,
please don’t tell me Mam!
I really wasn’t thinking straight,
it was merely my mistake,
I saw it sat upon the sink,
it was the obvious choice to take.
A spur of the moment action,
to right some rancid breath,
a brush, a swill, to clear the air,
to prevent halitosis death.
I thought I was doing the right thing,
just to help out, you see?
To make his teeth go pearly white,
with breath all minty and clean.
I know it was quite wrong of me,
and it really wasn’t right,
but now at least the doggies teeth,
are clean and really white!
© I’m Sorry 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
13 Wednesday Jun 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Do you ever wonder,
every time you read,
if this is about you and,
the way you have behaved?
Can you twist the words around,
to fit your circumstance?
Does your heart still skip a beat,
as the butterflies start to dance?
Does it not occur to you,
to stop and take a look,
if I’ve named and shamed you,
and put you in my book?
Should you stop to think a while,
and maybe even ponder,
if my words refer to you,
do you ever wonder?
© Do You Ever Wonder 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: An empty ink bottle, pen holder, and a quill with an ink-stained nib (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
09 Saturday Jun 2012
Posted in Daily life, Love, Poetry
When the day is over,
the work has all been done,
the twilight is upon us,
moon outstrips setting sun.
I take my rest with comfort,
to reflect on days well spent,
pay homage, offer gratitude,
lessons learned in the event.
With stillness and with clarity,
with wisdom and with heart,
I think of all my good friends,
who show me where to start.
The lessons, I have newly learned
from them, they show the way,
inspiring birth of sunrise
springs forth valiant new day.
© Sunrise 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm