A day in the life of…. musings, mutterings and general life observations

I Told You So

01 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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I Told You So!, poetry

I wish I could, I wish I would,

I wish I could let rip,

for all those hurtful words you said,

and all those things you did.

I keep it locked away so tight,

too lady like and proper.

I keep it bottled up inside,

I don’t uncork the stopper.

I never rant and rave at all,

I never flip my lid.

I’ve never raised my voice enough,

sometimes I wish I did.

To have a good old rant or two,

fly into some hell rage,

to make the air turn thick and blue,

but I’m so well behaved….

I should have screamed the house right down,

thrown crockery at you,

I should have given you what for,

and told you where to go!

Alas I’m not that kind of girl,

to lash you with my tongue,

or leave a flea within your ear,

and scream that you are wrong.

I was brought up so properly,

with ladylike demeanour,

to not tell you, ‘I told you so’,

and point out the misdemeanour.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Fair Days and Foul

24 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Love, Poetry

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butterflies, buzzy bees, candy floss, depression, essence, excitement, fairground, giggle, happiness, heart, kites, lairy, love, oscilloscope, poetry, skipping

My tummy feels like summer,

or a giggle just set free,

like a flitter of lairy butterflies,

and a swarm of buzzy bees.

My heart beats to the rhythm,

of girls who jump the rope,

bouncing like a bright beach ball,

shown on some Oscilloscope.

My mind spins like the waltzer,

at a gaily lit up fair.

My head is full of candy floss,

and kites that surf the air.

If I could catch the essence,

and save a jar or two,

I’d keep them in my cupboard,

for when I’m feeling blue.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A waltzer in motion. The operator walks the boards to spin the cars (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Friday Night

18 Friday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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chill, craft, gothic, magic, poetry, spell, tea, weaving words, writing

Sat here writing,

drinking a brew;

weaving words,

for a poem, or two.

Feel my craft,

a magical spell,

casting its net,

as you sample my hell.

I’ll spin you a line,

to make you feel good,

a twist at the end,

to chill the blood.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Liar Liar!

18 Friday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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anger, fantasize, Lies, poetry

You’re a liar!

With your stories –

You don’t know,

what the truth is.

Half told truths,

little white lies,

you’ve added the spin,

to your fantasies.

It’s had to keep up,

as you chatter away,

I don’t believe

a word you say.

Romanticise.

That’s what they say,

for the lies you tell,

and how you behave.

You don’t see the damage,

left in your wake,

destroying lives,

the tongue of a snake.

Now listen to me!

and there’s the rub,

there’s nothing romantic,

in what you’ve become.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Simply Spring

18 Friday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Cherry blossom, lilac, longing, Nightingale, poetry, spring, summer, swallows

Nightingale (Photo credit: torugatoru)

A nightingale sings

a wistful melody.

The smell of cherry blossom

on a fresh spring tree.

The smell of lilac

will soon be here,

along with the swallows,

and the summer air.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Musing

17 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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muse, poetry, writing

I sit at my desk,

the whole house a mess,

pen gripped in my teeth,

musing.

Formed feelings I know,

as the words start to flow,

and I tap at the keys,

making verses.

Sometimes the poems spring,

from the deepness within,

some syllabic style skill,

weaving words.

The craft I possess,

with gymnastic prowess,

and a rhythmical rhyme.

Exhalation!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Victory

16 Wednesday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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betting, dancing, gambling, poetry, poverty, Victory

I saw an old man

dance a jig,

with betting slip,

waved as his flag.

With tombstone teeth

and nicotine nails,

long matted hair

and yellow wolf eyes.

His dirty clothes,

shone black with smoke,

his fragrance that of

proudest poverty.

I saw an old man

dance a jig today,

clutching victory,

by the betting shop door.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Russel-Morgan Print of a Tramp smoking cigar with cane over arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oh Dear!

11 Friday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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humour, mistake, poetry, shame, vanity

Oh dear!

What have I done?

How did this happen?

I’ve come undone!

I should’ve known

that this would be,

and that it would

go wrong for me.

What should be fun,

and cause no harm,

has gone quite wrong,

and caused alarm.

I’m so ashamed,

that it would be,

so obvious,

for all to see.

Now my mistake,

whilst unintended,

was caused by vanity,

and can’t be mended.

I’ve learned my lesson

and felt such pain.

I’ve rued the day,

and burned with shame!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Dunce (Photo credit: Candie_N (Will organize photostream eventually))

First Love

05 Saturday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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childhood, comfort, dog, first love, love, memories, teddy bear

I held you tight

and clung to you,

my love for you untold.

I stared into you deep brown eyes,

my heart was yours to hold.

So soft to touch,

I kept you close,

I kissed your furry ears.

My love, my friend, my confidante,

my darling teddy bear.

You shared my secrets,

calmed my fears,

as you watched over me.

You’ve watched me grow over the years,

a birthday gift at three.

You stood by me,

in hours of need,

and protected me at night.

When I was ill, you’d comfort me,

and soothe me ‘til the light.

I cried for you,

and made a fuss,

my teddy bear most dear;

hanging wet upon the line,

one peg upon each ear.

We’ve had our scrapes,

both you and me,

but survived them none the less;

the time the dog played tug o’ war…

but I sewed back your head.

Now I’m grown,

no more a child,

It’s you that I adore.

Although you’re bald, you’re my first love,

my one eyed teddy bear.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Teddy Bear (Photo credit: ertemplin)

Tea for Two

27 Friday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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free, heart, heartbreak, longing, love, tea, tears

Look in my eyes,

tell me you care.

Tell me the truth –

If you dare.

Don’t look away

from me again.

I know your heart,

I see your pain.

I know your mind,

I see your fear;

I look away

to hide my tears.

One day my friend,

we may be free,

to sit and talk,

and share some tea.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Category Archives: Daily life

I Told You So

Fair Days and Foul

Friday Night

Liar Liar!

Simply Spring

Musing

Victory

Oh Dear!

First Love

Tea for Two

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