19 Saturday Jan 2013
Posted in Daily life, Loss, Poetry
It’s six o’clock in the morning,
the dawn chorus performing,
I didn’t sleep a wink last night,
as I cried, and put the world to rights.
The world continues turning,
tears leave my eyes burning,
it’s over and done, your finally gone,
leaving my broken heart yearning.
© Six O’clock 19.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
amazing dawn chorus (Photo credit: pluckytree)
18 Friday Jan 2013
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Dare you stroll
down Memory Lane?
Can you step out
with me?
I will,
if you will.
Will you walk
into the unknown?
I will,
if you will.
Dare you take a leap
of faith?
I will,
if you will.
Would you fall,
head over heels?
I will,
if you will.
Say I love you?
I will,
will you?
Dare you!
© Dare You! 18.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
My Love (Photo credit: Jennuine Captures)
10 Thursday Jan 2013
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Loss, Love, Poetry
I had a fish called Rainbow,
the ugliest you’ve seen,
he was almost transparent,
showing heart, and spine, and spleen.
He seemed to live forever,
a hoopla prize, most fair,
he grew quite big and chunky,
and swam without a care.
He wasn’t a rare beauty,
neither rainbow, nor a jewel,
but my little girl’s heart loved him,
he was strange, and bold, and cool!
He swam around in circles,
gliding through his castle scene,
and he didn’t seem to mind much,
when neglect turned his bowl green.
Then, one day, to my distraught cries,
and my childhood at an end,
I found him quite lopsided,
my poorly rainbow friend.
He’d lasted ‘til his teen years,
it was a sad old day,
when I said a few old holy words,
and flushed him clean away.
Goodbye! my quirky rainbow friend,
I loved you ‘til the last,
‘tis fondly I remember thee,
you remind me of my past.
© Rainbow Fin 10.01.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
fish bowl (Photo credit: Dean McCoy Photography)
08 Tuesday Jan 2013
Posted in Anger, Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bankers, depression, mining, poetry, political, politics, poverty, shame, steel works, strikes
Iconic charming history,
repeats the sad refrain,
as, once more, we get screwed over,
we sing along again;
the blues echo a doleful tune,
and strike the same discord,
man mines the depths of misery,
bank on, fools, gold reward!
We steel ourselves with loyalty,
patriotic to the ends,
whilst red skies scream solemnity,
we bend our plastic friends.
Ironic charnel history,
repeats the shame, refrain,
prepare to get screwed over,
as we sing along in vain.
© Striking the Blues 08.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Pit head silhouette (Photo credit: alastairb)
02 Wednesday Jan 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
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
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
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)
26 Monday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
With injured mood,
and heavy heart,
my mind does brood,
as soul departs,
from love ne’er found,
mere trickery,
of clocks o’er wound,
to life’s cruel frippery.
Nature’s folly,
plays the part,
as Venus mocks,
with thorned heart.
Hormones compound,
to taunt the soul,
where loneliness,
doeth fill the whole.
© Emptiness 26.11.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Venus over Witton Lakes (Photo credit: ringsofsaturnrock)
13 Saturday Oct 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry
Tags
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
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
Tags
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
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
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)
Worldly Winds 