General poetic ramblings of inspiration or poignancy

Calculating Cuddles

05 Friday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, love, mathematical equations, maths, napowrimo, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Cuddling you,

is like a mathematical equation.

All elbows and angles,

spoonerisms and square brackets.

Just as a

parent he sis-

te-math-ically

square routes,

and exponentially

asterisks the mattress,

to become algebra

beyond my comprehension;

yet squared and integrated,

your obtuse, hypotenuse,

is surely a sine

that we can tessellate,

calculate and co-ordinate,

affirmative action,

and solve

an alternative angle,

between curves.

The geometry of

cardinal em-braces,

satisfies the

conjugated,

conjugal,

bed.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Grand Challenge Equations: San Diego Supercomputer Center (Photo credit: dullhunk)

Jaundiced Outlook

04 Thursday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Death, Poetry, Political

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, celebrity, cynicism, ethics, integrity, morals, poetry, Uk poetry, worship, Yorkshire poet

Jaded mirror

reflecting death

of a conscience

rotting moral fibre

hair shirt decayed

and frayed

at the edges of society

jaundiced cynicism?

Constructive criticism

worships at the altar

of Celebrity.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Backpack Buddha

03 Wednesday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddha, Dharma, meditation, poetry, rupa, teaching, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

I have the Buddha on my back,

he’s quite an affable chap,

with a candle and a cloth,

and a purpose,

I set off…

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

She Walks in Beauty…

02 Tuesday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry

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She walks in beauty,

like the night,

rollers in,

and hair a sight.

Face pale green,

a beauty pack,

eyebrows plucked,

and then drawn back.

Pyjamas pink,

and winceyette,

such a look,

you won’t forget.

She walks in slippers,

polka dot,

and thermal socks,

hot to trot!

A classic beauty?

you decide…

(Frankenstein

refused this bride!)

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

New Anthology – Tipping Sheep (the right way)

29 Friday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry, Publications

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anthology, poetry, Tipping Sheep, Tipping Sheep (the right way), UK poet, Yorkshire poet

It is finally here!!

Here is your opportunity to buy my first anthology – Tipping Sheep (the right way)

It is as ‘cheap as chips’ – well… as cheap as an Easter Egg – Go on treat yourself!!

(The Kindle version is still in progress – I will paste the links for the e-book version soon.)

‘Tipping Sheep (the right way)’ is the first anthology from new author Alexandra Carr-Malcolm. This is an intriguing compilation of poems, spanning over a ten year period of collected works. ‘Tipping Sheep’ will take you on a journey of highs and lows, exploring life, death, and many aspects of the human predicament. From the depths of ‘Bittersweet’ despair, to the humour of ‘Tipping Sheep’ and the musing of ‘Knitting Couplets’. Alex has a unique style of word play and cadence within the lines woven with wit and wisdom.

Click on the links below to take you to the page where you can purchase a copy 🙂

Violets

27 Wednesday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Heartbreak, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, bruises, death, domestic abuse, domestic violence, dreams, heartbreak, loss, marriage, poetry, UK poet, violets, Yorkshire poet

His pint glass half empty,

he’s nursing the blues;

always bitter, never mild,

flat cap and scuffed shoes.

She hoovers the house,

with stars in her hair,

sings to her muse,

thanks god he’s not there.

As he sits in the pub,

nursing his woes,

the footy is lost,

as the last whistle blows.

In her Primarni dress,

she scrubs hard the floor,

heart in her mouth,

dreads the key in the door.

He shuffles on home,

with her heart in his boots,

a belly of beer,

and a loin full of fruit.

She accepts his gift,

with the grace of a Queen,

a necklace of violets,

blacks, blues, and greens.

He broods and he dreams,

cultivating his grudge;

she’s stolen his youth,

this old, plain, drudge.

She lies stock-still

as the stars in the air.

He can no longer hurt,

what is no longer there.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Violets by the coast path This year seems to have been particularly good for violets. This is part of a bank also scattered with lesser celandine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Natural Order

26 Tuesday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Grief, Heartbreak, Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, commemoration, in memoriam, natural order, remembering, remembrance, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Dedicated to those gone, too soon and too young –

Always in our hearts…

How can it be?

When it is not natural.

Not this way,

from the blind side.

How can it be?

Order?

When it is out of order,

out of the ordinary,

extra ordinary.

You oxymoron,

natural order.

How can it be?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Findlay’s spirit (Photo credit: beccaplusmolly)

Coming Soon…

23 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry, Publications

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anthology, new publication, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

New publication coming soon….

Watch this space for further details and links…

Just the Air

22 Friday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Deep Stuff!, Grief, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Chanel, death, dreams, haunted, memories, Mother, nightime, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

This is the final piece from the poetry workshop. The final piece was inspired by Maitreyabandhu’s ‘The Bond’

The idea was to give a feel of anticipation of an impending visit, and use Maitreyabandhu’s closing phrase of, ‘Just the air’, within the poem.

Just the Air

All is still…

and I am present,

caught between two worlds,

just the air as our witness,

and a pillow of dreams

as darkest night unfurls.

I smell your sickly lily scent,

of cigarettes and light Chanel.

Why do you come?

What do you want?

Forgiveness or

remembrance,

from your little girl?

You left in anger

not once, but twice.

So why return

in darkest night,

when you’ve been gone,

these eight years long?

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Enlightening Seeds

21 Thursday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alice Oswald, breath, Buddhism, enlightenment, Germination, meditation, rebirth, Seed, spiritual death, spiritual growth, spiritual rebirth, transformation, UK poet, vision, Yorkshire poet

The penultimate piece was inspired by Alice Oswald‘s, ‘A Winged Seed’. The idea was to write a piece based on the idea of a seed, or a spore, travelling, or germinating.

Enlightening Seeds

Sitting, just sitting…

waiting for illumination.

There is nothing

more that I can do,

other than…

sitting, sitting, waiting

for my head to crack open

in a cacophony of life,

shattered and broken,

to all that I am.

No longer

sitting,

but waiting,

waiting for that explosion of growth,

to rip forth and pull me from mundanity,

and thrust me upon the world;

as what?

I know not,

so I will sit,

and wait,

upon this breath,

of fresh air.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A germinated seedling (Eranthis hyemalis) emerges from the ground (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Category Archives: Poetry

Calculating Cuddles

Jaundiced Outlook

Backpack Buddha

She Walks in Beauty…

New Anthology – Tipping Sheep (the right way)

Violets

Natural Order

Coming Soon…

Just the Air

Enlightening Seeds

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