02 Wednesday Jan 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, memories, poetry
Cremate me in your
fires of passion,
burn my soul
indelibly,
memories will
a story fashion,
of how we
loved,
and used
to be.
© Eternal Flame 02.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Passion (Photo credit: -RejiK)
31 Monday Dec 2012
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, arc, daemons, dreams, heartbreak, longing, loss, Love stories, moonbeams, poetry, rainbow, shooting stars, waltz, writing
The greatest love story,
never told,
needn’t be,
the ones of old.
Living in lands,
cloaked with dreams,
where archetypes rule,
and tears become streams.
When day becomes night,
and Knights rule of old,
where the greatest love stories,
are never told.
Pick up a pen,
and brandish your sword,
battle your daemons,
and pen your words,
look to your heart,
for stories held close,
let the midnight ink glisten –
stars dancing with ghosts.
May rainbows arc brightly
and clouds cloak bad dreams,
shooting stars sparkle,
and waltz with moonbeams.
© Love Stories 31.12.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Polski: Rycerze Okrągłego Stołu i święty Graal. Malunek z XV w. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
10 Monday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
The haunting song,
in a melody,
reminders of you,
in a memory.
Dance the last waltz,
and sing Auld Lang Syne,
our time it was over,
heartbreak be mine.
You danced with another,
I sang a duet,
do you still remember,
the day when we met?
© Old Acquaintance 10.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
04 Tuesday Dec 2012
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood home, Derbyshire, Hasland, Hazelhurst, homesick, longing, memories, poetry, Victorian architecture
I could never live,
in a red brick house,
with frilly nets,
that pucker and flounce.
With rooms so square,
shaped like a box;
oh no! not me,
give me stone and rocks.
Victorian aged,
with features so old
flag stone floors,
that strike up the cold.
Stone inglenook fires,
glowing embers and coal,
black basalt hearth,
to bear my soles.
Mullioned windows,
shutters and sash,
transom light, stained,
carved fine mountain ash.
A long sweeping drive,
to a panelled oak door,
proud portico porch,
chequerboard floor.
Orchard and lawns,
domed topiary box,
walled kitchen garden,
growing herbs, veg, and stocks.
That’s my dream house,
from my sepia past,
how I long to be there,
and remain everlast.
© Hazelhurst 04.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
14 Wednesday Nov 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Stuck on a train,
delays again,
waiting’s a pain;
here comes the rain,
and I’m stuck on a train.
All that rushing in vain,
it’s always the same,
passengers complain,
as we’re stuck on the train,
watching the rain…
© We are sorry to announce… 14.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Isle of Wight – Steam Train (Photo credit: puritani35)
13 Saturday Oct 2012
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, displaced, fallen angel, heroine, longing, loss, misplaced, poetry
Abandoned angels and displaced heroines,
wander this barren land;
perchance you’ll maybe come upon one,
travelling, book clasped, within pale hand.
When first glanced, you will know –
bewildered look upon their face,
complexion pallid, tousled hair,
delicate expression, looks, out of place.
To live within such modern times,
misplaced in space, and wrong dimension,
just biding time, and yearning for,
repatriation beyond ascension.
From classic novels and epic screens,
you’ll see them all, or so it seems,
just waiting, biding, patiently,
for a return from false sanctuary,
to fall within reel, or parchment pages,
from a long forgotten century.
© Fallen Angels 13.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)
12 Friday Oct 2012
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, farewell, Goodbye, loneliness, longing, meeting, parting, poetry, solitude, sorrow
The heartbreak of each new parting,
makes me wonder why we say hello.
It leaves me unsettled and wanting,
though I try so hard not to show,
the pain in my heart of the parting,
each bittersweet delaying farewell,
leaving me reeling and hurting,
cast back to my solitary hell.
© Parting Sorrows 12.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Train station in Łeba. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Friday Oct 2012
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, change, longing, loss, poetry, Topsy-Turvy
Everything feels so wrong,
nothing’s quite the same,
everything’s so different,
but no one is to blame.
It’s how it’s meant to be,
but all the same it’s wrong,
it’s just a different tune,
and a slightly different song.
I don’t like the way it is,
but there’s nothing I can do,
I’ll have to stick it out,
until we see it through.
© Topsy-Turvy 05.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: It’s a topsy turvy world On Frampton Marsh, the sky is often to be seen underfoot. Looking towards the sea bank from one of the many pools in the marshland. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
14 Friday Sep 2012
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, always on my mind, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, Love song, memories, our tune, poetry, radio, tears, yesteryear
This is my,
very last love,
song to you.
It is time to,
say goodbye,
and move,
on.
I heard, our tune,
on the radio today,
it took me back.
Oh – how the years,
have dropped away.
I stopped to listen,
I thought things through,
a silent tear escaped,
as I remember how,
I still love you.
The years have come,
and the years have gone,
without you by my side,
the echoes of my yesteryear,
sing, always on my mind.
This is my,
very last love,
song to you.
It is time to,
say goodbye,
and move,
on.
© My Last Love Song 14.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Bush Radio (Photo credit: pigpogm)
13 Thursday Sep 2012
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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)
Worldly Winds 