03 Saturday Nov 2012
Farewell cruel world,
I’m leaving you,
it’s not a cold,
I’ve got the ‘flu.
It may well be,
my final breath,
my nose is red,
I feel like death.
Please don’t mourn,
when I am gone,
go on without me…
soldier on!
© Soldier On… 03.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit : http://9laughs.com/go-on-without-me/
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)
16 Tuesday Oct 2012
Aunty Carole and Uncle Dave,
went out one night,
to a warehouse Rave!
With bobble hats,
upon their head,
they danced until,
they felt half-dead.
With neon whistles,
around their neck,
they bopped away,
they did – by ‘eck!
Around the clock,
– until half ten,
then they went,
back home again.
They made a cuppa,
took off their coats,
then snuggled up to
watch, ‘Murder She Wrote’.
Dave looked at Carole,
and with a grin,
said, ‘I’m really glad,
we didn’t stay in!’
With matching PJ’s,
and his ‘n’ her mugs,
Carole Withany,
gave him a hug!
© Carole Withany III – Rave! 16.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit – Rave (Photo credit: tuxthepenguin84)
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)
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
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
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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
18 Saturday Aug 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Humour, Poetry
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, Ego, envy, greed, hatred, judgement, pity, poetry, Prapancha, recipe, righteous indignation, soup, woe is me
Take a cup of envy,
and mix it with some greed,
season it with hatred,
then add some, woe is me!
Plus one spoon of ego,
marinade in pity,
righteous indignation,
will make the mixture pretty.
Make a quick snap judgement,
blend it with assumption,
now, Prapancha Soup,
is ready for consumption!
© Prapancha Soup 18/08/2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Beetroot soup with vegetables and hard-boiled eggs, Sanok (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
15 Wednesday Aug 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
85 – Under the covers (Photo credit: minxlj)
I’m in a dilemma –
Oh what should I do?
Why is it just me,
that this happens to?
I’m in my posh frock,
peng from head to my toes.
There is just one problem,
the spot on my nose!
It glows like a beacon,
landing the planes,
I really can’t squeeze it,
‘cos I can’t bear the pain!
There’s only one option –
one thing I can do,
hide under my duvet,
and eat a chocolate or two!
© Dilemma 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
25 Wednesday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
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foamy bananas, humour, poetry, sugar crash, sugar rush, sweets
I’m whacked out on sugar,
my mood it is high,
I’m giddy and playful,
just look at me fly!
No need to worry,
I’m prepared for the crash,
I have foamy bananas,
in my secret stash!
© Sugar Rush 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 