26 Thursday Apr 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour
I’ve checked my stats,
it’s so slow today.
What’s going on?
No one’s reading poetry.
I’ve checked the counter,
and gave it a tap.
I think it is broken –
well… this is crap!
I’ve writ my heart out!
(at least I’ve tried…)
What’s going on?
Have my followers died?
I’m clicking refresh,
and I’ve broken F5!
Still no views –
anyone alive?
I’ll keep a check.
C’mon orange square-
please flash up…
show that someone cares!
© Slow Day 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 🙂
25 Wednesday Apr 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
It’s a not going right day,
my alarm did not sound,
so I’m late and I’m cross,
and I’m rushing around.
It’s a not going right day,
I quickly undress,
the shower’s luke warm,
now I’m cold and I’m stressed!
It’s a not going right day,
I’ve run for the bus,
the driver didn’t see me,
he’s pulled off in a rush.
It’s a not going right day,
the rain lashes down,
(I’ve forgotten my brolly,)
as I walk into town.
It’s a not going right day,
I won’t be on time.
I look at my watch,
it’s one minute to nine.
‘It’s a not going right day!’
the receptionist shouts.
I look down and I cringe,
my top’s inside out!
It’s a not going right day,
I’ve forgotten my phone.
Each job is a nightmare,
and I long to go home.
It’s a not going right day,
but not for long…
as I see a bright rainbow,
and birds burst into song.
© Not Going Right Day 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Puddle reflection. Red Hill VA, April 2009 (Photo credit: Janet Moore-Coll)
22 Sunday Apr 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
I know that I’m quite different.
I realise I’m strange;
that feeling that I don’t quite fit,
you stare like I’m deranged!
I think quite different that I know,
my thoughts are upside-down;
If you say left then I’ll say right
and when I smile you frown.
We are from different planets
you’re black and I am white,
but one thing that is evident
you’re wrong and I am right.
Don’t scowl or try to judge me,
sit back and wait and see.
I really am quite perfect,
It’s not easy being me!
© It’s not easy being me 22.04.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
20 Friday Apr 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
The toilet is a clever thing
with a lid, most like a door;
so please don’t wee upon the seat
or pee upon the floor!
Microwave or cooker,
it really matters not,
this magical flamboyance
will make your meals get hot.
Dishwashers are quite practical,
they clean pots ’til they gleam.
No clever sleight or trick to it,
just put the damn things in!
Crockery -or pots as we call them
are aids to keep you fed,
they aren’t for decoration,
don’t put them under your bed!
Food is quite sensational,
groovy in every way;
but when I go out shopping
don’t eat it in a day.
Clothes are sneaky demons,
they hide and split and breed,
but when they are all dirty
please put them in the machine.
Doors really are quite functional
they keep out draft and cold
and if you are from Derbyshire,
we say * ‘put wood in t’hole!’
The dog is cute, the dog is cool,
on this I must agree;
get of your arse, once in a while,
and take him for a wee.
I am your Mum – pink is my colour,
pink means it is MY stuff,
from ipod, pens to scarf and socks,
just keep your damn hands off!
* Derbyshire saying meaning – shut the door!!!
© Ode to my Sons 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
19 Thursday Apr 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Tags
bustle, happy, hiding, invisible, poetry, ponder, precious, reflection, secret, smile, space, stairs, tea, thinking, world
I’m sat in my favourite place
and nobody knows I’m here.
I’m hiding from the world
and allowing my mind to clear.
I’m sat in a comfy chair
while the world is bustling around,
I’m watching life at its best;
sat thinking, not making a sound.
My phone is set to silent.
I’m invisible for a while,
I sip my tea whilst pondering –
I’m happy, I gently smile.
Up the spiral wooden stairs
is where I like to be;
It’s my very special, precious, space,
and I’m keeping it secret for me!
© Hiding 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
The Tulip Stairs and lantern at the Queen's House in Greenwich by Inigo Jones. The first centrally unsupported stairs constructed within the first wholly classical building in England. Français : Les Escaliers Tulipe et leur verrière dans la maison de la reine à Greenwich dessinés par Inigo Jones. Ces escaliers sont les premiers sans support central et se trouvent dans le premier bâtiment réellement classique en Angleterre. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
16 Monday Apr 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Worldly Winds
Tags
Buddha, Buddhism, Dharma, Incense, meditation, poetry, practising, reflection, shrine room, Singing bowl
Quiet in the Shrine room
sitting, silent, practising.
Birds call out and sing
the song of the Dharma.
A dog in the distance eulogises.
Sheep call for compassion;
the cows quiet,
contemplating,
ruminating
reflecting.
The rain hits the hollow roof.
The gentle, muffled, shuffle,
Of one who is suffering.
An offering of focus,
clarity and
love.
The singing bowl sings
The candle flickers
The incense spirals
Time for release.
© Practicing 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Statue of Buddha in Vietnam (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
04 Wednesday Apr 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
Tags
Queen of United Kingdom (as well as Canada, Australia, and other Commonwealth realms) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The Queen sat on her regal throne,
surveying all she could see;
(but really all she wanted
was a lovely cup of tea.)
Crowds were waiting with baited breath,
the flags were all a flutter.
Cameras flashed from left to right
(Tea with scones and some butter!)
Reporters pushed and jostled the crowd;
Policeman guarded the path,
visitors cheered and children waved
(after tea, a bubble bath?)
Back home at the palace, all alone
she kicked off her royal shoes,
sank into her favourite comfy chair
(and wiggled her aching toes)
Hither and thither the corgis scamper,
pleased to be back at home –
Emma, Linnet, Holly, and Willow
(Oh for some time alone!)
The Queen was tired and went to bed,
she snuggled down to rest;
thinking of the day’s events
(My job is just the best!)
© The Queen’s Dreams
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Welsh Corgi (Photo credit: sⓘndy°)
17 Saturday Mar 2012
Posted in Daily life, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Grandma
I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?
Your gate had gone.
The rooms were dark,
and walls looked stark,
no longer your home.
The door now green;
the windows shed tears,
for all those years,
of happiness no longer seen.
The men still guard,
the lion’s road,
from days of old.
Sweet memories hard.
I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?
© Grandma 2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 