12 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry
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I read my old love poems,
the other day,
they made me look desperate,
in a cloying kind of way.
What was I thinking,
when I wrote those?
Possessive and needy,
I cringe to my toes.
I really did love you,
of that there’s no doubt,
but it seems quite absurd,
now, the way it came out.
Although I look back,
I was only a child,
I think that I thought,
I was dangerous and wild!
© Love poems 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Romantic Heart form Love Seeds (Photo credit: epSos.de)
07 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry
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calm, compassion, longing, loss, love, memories, poetry, reminiscence, wisdom
![Graveyard [1]](https://i0.wp.com/farm2.static.flickr.com/1305/4696731619_d8e2fd4d73_m.jpg "Graveyard [1]")
Sitting in the gardens,
admiring flower beds,
will you still remember me,
when I am long dead?
Reflections on my past life,
no longer hurt my heart,
for they are now just stories,
from which I am apart.
Mental chatter ceases,
calm imbues my soul,
wisdom and compassion,
start to make me whole.
Although I’m reminiscing,
of all that never was,
I still miss you dearly,
no reason just – because…
© When I am Dead 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Graveyard [1] (Photo credit: Simon Cocks)
30 Saturday Jun 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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I am a block of stone,
in the process of being,
carved by Dharmic hands,
Bodhisattvas and Buddhas create,
the future potential, to be.
I am not that of marble,
Cold, flashy and fragile,
nor that of sandstone,
easy to carve, easy to crumble,
neither am I flint stone,
hard, impenetrable, unyielding.
I am just good old stone –
nothing special.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas,
Carve my features,
Chip by grain,
they shape my,
future form.
Potential,
I can,
attain!
© Just Being 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Prince Siddhartha Gautama (Gautama Buddha) with moustache (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
26 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
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conjoined, dissever, grief, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, sorrow, soul, waiting and longing
We are together you and I,
destined to be conjoined.
We cannot part,
though I have tried –
two sides of the same coin.
You have your demons,
I have mine,
our paths not meant to cross,
parted from our distant poles,
without you I am lost.
Your heart refrains my harmony,
our breath is intertwined,
your dreams haunt mine,
I shadow yours,
you dwell within my mind.
Our souls can’t be dissevered,
but neither can they join;
we are from different planets,
defying space and time.
© Sorrow 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
25 Friday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
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growing up, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, poetry, scars, sun, sunset, waiting and longing, wax and wane
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
it’s like the setting sun.
I’ve called your name,
have you called mine?
I rise and you are gone.
We are so different,
you and I,
you’re up when I am down.
You call, I run,
but where are you,
when I need a friend around?
You are the sun,
cowardly cold,
remote, aloof, and chilling.
You’ve hid in shadows,
all of my life,
acknowledgement unwilling.
I am the moon,
with passions bright,
your fire sears scars anew.
You wax and wane,
and spin my world,
‘til I don’t know what to do.
I’ve seen your face,
a thousand times,
you’re fire and I am ice.
You’ve broke my heart,
so many times –
Let go – I’ve paid the price.
© Sun and Moon 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: The Sun directly opposite to the moon as seen on 10 Sep 2011 (One day before the full moon day). Place: Mount St Helens, WA USA. This exemplifies that on a full moon day the earth is between the Sun and the Moon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
14 Monday May 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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Buddhism, compassion, endurance, forbearance, heart, Kshanti, patience, poetry, waiting and longing
My heart is Kshanti.
Scarred with forbearance
from the actions of those un-awakened
to the compassion from transformation.
It beats with the patience,
the waiting and longing,
of better times
to come.
The rhythm
of the beat
is endurance;
a longing, that one day,
awakening will open the eyes,
to the universe.
© Kshanti 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lotus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
13 Sunday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Joy
Ecstasy
Inside my being
A bubbling brook
Chattering sparrows
The joy of the first crocus
The warm blush of the sun
The beauty of a brooding sunset
Deep within the shadows of my mind
There is a desire and longing for rest
To slip from this mortal world
Recline within white clouds
And to leave this land
For one more gentle
Most welcoming
Less demanding
Encompassing
Eternal
Sleep
Joy
© Joy 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
10 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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autumn, first love, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, reminiscence, spring, summer, tears, winter
How I lived,
loved, and
lost,
in a
day.
A crisp winter
walk. Breath.
November
skies so
fresh.
Suffocating summer
afternoons, spent
making love, in
your bedroom.
Passionate.
Autumn abandonment.
Love tossed aside.
Sad, bitter tears,
words said,
love dead.
Armchair reminiscence,
so long ago,
memories,
spring,
forth.
How I lived,
loved, and
lost,
in a
day.
© One Day 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Waterfalls at Bahati Camp, the first of three camp areas in the Uluguru Mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
07 Monday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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Aether, Aquilo, Arianrod, breeze, constellation, crown, dimension, dreams, heavens, lament, moonbeams, Nereid, poetry, Sea, Sirens, stars, time, wind
Of what do I dream,
when I close my eyes?
I dream of the sea
and the star filled skies.
From constellations above
I would fashion a crown;
a cloak from the sea
matches my moonbeam gown.
I roam in the heavens
with Arianrod and Aether.
I swim in the oceans
with Nereides beneath.
With heartbroken Sirens,
sing laments to the seas.
With Aquilo the wind
I sing songs in the breeze.
When I close my eyes,
to this earth I’m not bound.
Neither time nor dimension
can tie this soul down.
© Dreams 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Nereides, 1902 by Gaston Bussière (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Saturday May 2012
Posted 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.
© First Love 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Teddy Bear (Photo credit: ertemplin)
Worldly Winds 