Category Archives: Poetry

General poetic ramblings of inspiration or poignancy

Mrs. Sparkly’s Ten Commandments Award

04 Monday Jun 2012

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I would like to thank Lovely Lady Blogger  http://ladylovelyblogger.wordpress.com  for this great award! You have to check out her site, she is an inspirational poetess.

Okay, so let’s answer some questions shall we…

  1. Describe yourself in seven words.

Buddhist, Mother, Wife, Writer, Poet, Introvert, Eccentric.

2. What keeps you up at night?

Bad dreams. I am not a good sleeper.

3. Whom would like you to be?

I would only ever want to be me. Ask me who I would want to meet – that is far more interesting!!

4. What are you wearing now?

Jeans, a white T shirt and a smile!

5. What scares you?

Anything bad happening to my boys.  

6. What are the best and worst things about blogging?

Best – meeting other writers and the buzz when someone leaves a comment or a ‘like’.

Worst – not having more time to read blogs and write.

7. What was the last website you looked at?

WWW.Ancestry.co.uk

8. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

To be more outspoken about things that upset me.

9. Slankets, yes or no?

Nooooo !!

10. Tell us something about the person who nominated you.

http://ladylovelyblogger.wordpress.com Lovely Lady Blogger lives up to her name! A real Lady who writes the most exquisite poetry. Others agree with me as they have nominated her for many awards also!!

I would like to share this award, with the following bloggers:

1. http://silentlyheardonce.wordpress.com/

2. http://zenandgenki.com/

3. http://damls.wordpress.com/

4. http://rumpydog.com/

5. http://dogdaz.com/

 

Thank you all again, and remember, please check out the above bloggers, as they each have something wonderful to surprise you with!

Thank you!

 

Diamond Jubilee

03 Sunday Jun 2012

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Hoorah! We have the bunting out,

the Jack is at full mast,

for ‘tis the Diamond Jubilee,

and we aim to have a blast!

 

Sixty years as reigning Queen,

that’s really quite a feat;

with street parties and lots of fun,

processions line London’s Streets.

 

Though rain may pour and soak us through,

our spirit will not cloud.

The Jubilee is our day, to say,

God bless, you’ve done us proud!

 

© Diamond Jubilee 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The official emblem of the Queen of Canada’s Diamond Jubilee (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

02 Saturday Jun 2012

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As it’s the Diamond Jubilee – I thought I would re-blog this 😀
Happy Jubilee M’am

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The Queen sat on her regal throne,

surveying all she could see;

(but really all she wanted

was a lovely cup of tea.)

 

Crowds were waiting with baited breath,

the flags were all a flutter.

Cameras flashed from left to right

(Tea with scones and some butter!)

 

Reporters pushed and jostled the crowd;

Policeman guarded the path,

visitors cheered and children waved

(after tea, a bubble bath?)

 

Back home at the palace, all alone

she kicked off her royal shoes,

sank into her favourite comfy chair

(and wiggled her aching toes)

 

Hither and thither the corgis scamper,

pleased to be back at home –

Emma, Linnet, Holly, and Willow

(Oh for some time alone!)

 

The Queen was tired and went to bed,

she snuggled down to rest;

thinking of the day’s events

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The Poet’s Melancholy

01 Friday Jun 2012

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Alas the poet’s sorrow,

I know it well!

Infesting, invading,

the melancholic mind,

destructively, saving,

our urge to write

stirring the soul,

to release and let go,

giving up, and,

giving in,

to inspirations, intuit.

Your only weapon,

pen, ink and wit,

to fight the foes,

with verse and prose,

with the words of a poet,

and the wisdom of the sage,

together we’ll haunt the universe,

with tears and hearts upon our page.

© The Poet’s Melancholy 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

I Told You So

01 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Poetry

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I wish I could, I wish I would,

I wish I could let rip,

for all those hurtful words you said,

and all those things you did.

 

I keep it locked away so tight,

too lady like and proper.

I keep it bottled up inside,

I don’t uncork the stopper.

 

I never rant and rave at all,

I never flip my lid.

I’ve never raised my voice enough,

sometimes I wish I did.

 

To have a good old rant or two,

fly into some hell rage,

to make the air turn thick and blue,

but I’m so well behaved….

 

I should have screamed the house right down,

thrown crockery at you,

I should have given you what for,

and told you where to go!

 

Alas I’m not that kind of girl,

to lash you with my tongue,

or leave a flea within your ear,

and scream that you are wrong.

 

I was brought up so properly,

with ladylike demeanour,

to not tell you, ‘I told you so’,

and point out the misdemeanour.

 

© I Told You So 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Love Affair

29 Tuesday May 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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English: Sca Fell massif from north of Wastwater.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mossy skin of stark stone walls,

a breath of clouds in a cold October sky,

the haunting call of the hovering kestrel.

The bleak love affair with the unyielding Peaks.

 

The tangled sheep huddled against the cold North wind,

wool kissed barbs of boundaries breeched,

the wandering yew abandoned on the verge of betrayal.

The dark love affair with the relentless Peaks.

 

Sca Fell, Peaks probe the gloomy skies,

the bursting spring cascades to punish rocks beneath,

purple rinse resilience of old heather hair.

The stark love affair with the unwieldy Peaks.

 

Shadows play hide and seek with rocks and hills.

The mournful cry of an old church bell

calls back the congregation of fallen sheep,

to worship the affair with pagan Peaks.

 

The low slung fog smothers both road and fell,

hushed tones hold the secrets of the hills.

Heaviness hangs as breath is caught,

to hide the love affair of unrequited Peaks.

 

The wind whispers of its long lost love.

The rain cries bitter tears of remorse.

The pitch black blanket of love wraps around

to shroud the love affair of mourning Peaks.

 

© Love Affair 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Never Trust a Faerie

28 Monday May 2012

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English: Title: "Fairies Looking Through ...

 

 

 

 

 

Never trust a faerie,

‘tho pretty they may seem,

for when you are not looking,

they swear, and spit, and scream.

 

Do not be fooled by faerie’s,

their legendry looks well known,

they are not sweet, like in the books,

so please do not be thrown.

 

Depicted as the sweetest sight,

with wings that flitter and flutter,

dresses made of gossamer,

they melt your heart like butter.

 

It’s little known that faeries bite,

or that they would cause harm;

please don’t blame the insects,

for that nip upon your arm.

 

With golden curls that tumble down,

around their tiny frame,

with mischief and with sabotage,

the faeries are to blame.

 

When things go wrong around the house,

you know they are at play,

they wreck your plans, and break your things,

and ruin a good day.

 

You may think it is admirable,

they collect teeth from your mouth,

but how do you think they get so loose?

They punch the milk teeth out!

 

Never trust a faerie,

they are evil, sour, and bitter.

Do not be fooled by how they look,

an angry dragon’s sweeter!

 

 

© Faeries 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm


I do not belong here

27 Sunday May 2012

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Escher de carbón y caramelo

Escher de carbón y caramelo (Photo credit: Greg Planchuelo)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do not like this place.

I don’t belong here,

the stench of death pervades,

yet outside the sun beats down,

hotter than the promised hell.

I do not like this place.

Relics of a bygone day,

guilt and blame pave the way,

to salvation,

but only if you are too weak.

Enough, to believe as

fear holds tight,

demanding allegiance,

to blame and sin;

dragged screaming from within,

without compassion,

or mercy,

for the weak –

End.

I do not like this place,

I do not belong here,

for the stench of death,

offends my soul.

 

© I do not belong here 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm