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17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Poetry
Category Archives: Poetry
Hell
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
When we die,
we go to hell –
she cries.
That’s not true,
we learn to fly –
he says.
I think we stay,
reborn –
to live another day.
That can’t be!
We’re dead and gone,
for all eternity.
Some hymn sings,
we get our angel wings;
But I don’t care,
all I know, is
you’re not
here.
© Hell 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Illustration from “Vivilore: The Pathway to Mental and Physical Perfection” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The Steel Snowdrop
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Worldly Winds
This image was selected as a picture of the week on the Czech Wikipedia for th week, 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am a contradiction!
Damaged and fragile,
a smashed up china doll.
Introvert and quiet,
a lone snowdrop,
passed unnoticed –
unwatched and unobserved.
Inside –
a cavern.
Older than time itself.
Deep and hidden,
solid,
like a foundation.
Ever there, ever present,
with a core of steel.
Immovable.
Determined.
A stormy winters night,
brooding and moody,
ethereal, transcendent,
not belonging.
Like a storm cloud passing through.
I am a contradiction,
with a beating
heart.
© Steel Snowdrop 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Victory
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
I saw an old man
dance a jig,
with betting slip,
waved as his flag.
With tombstone teeth
and nicotine nails,
long matted hair
and yellow wolf eyes.
His dirty clothes,
shone black with smoke,
his fragrance that of
proudest poverty.
I saw an old man
dance a jig today,
clutching victory,
by the betting shop door.
© Victory 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Russel-Morgan Print of a Tramp smoking cigar with cane over arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The Last Dance
15 Tuesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Walking up to the edge,
I face the abyss,
death screams through my blood,
at mortality’s kiss.
Do I step forward,
or do I step back?
I feel it so close,
on this cold ruthless track.
No one has noticed,
what’s happening within.
The clues are all there,
so pale, cold and thin.
Dancing the waltz,
life partnering death,
my demon will steal,
my last precious breath.
He will feast on my spirit,
and defile my soul,
as we dance the last dance,
with my blood running cold.
© The Last Dance 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lilith (1892) by John Collier in Southport Atkinson Art Gallery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Kshanti
14 Monday May 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Tags
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)
Joy
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
Phoenix
12 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Burning my memories,
one by one.
Igniting past pains,
cauterising old wounds.
Flaming, hot, words,
vitriolic in verse.
Flagellation, flagration,
purge passions, past-tense.
Incinerate insinuations,
imaginings real.
Immolate in sincerity,
allows hearts to heal.
In a blaze of gold glory,
the past is undone;
to rise like the phoenix,
from the flames of the sun.
© Phoenix 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
36/365 (Photo credit: celeste343)
Oh Dear!
11 Friday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
Oh dear!
What have I done?
How did this happen?
I’ve come undone!
I should’ve known
that this would be,
and that it would
go wrong for me.
What should be fun,
and cause no harm,
has gone quite wrong,
and caused alarm.
I’m so ashamed,
that it would be,
so obvious,
for all to see.
Now my mistake,
whilst unintended,
was caused by vanity,
and can’t be mended.
I’ve learned my lesson
and felt such pain.
I’ve rued the day,
and burned with shame!
© Oh Dear!
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Dunce (Photo credit: Candie_N (Will organize photostream eventually))
Haunted
11 Friday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Thoughts
my chattering children
in the playground of life
Tears
fall as snowflakes
before turning to ice
Laughter
echoes and shadows
dancing with the light
Memories
wistfully haunting
as she dances away
© Haunted 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Diary (Photo credit: Barnaby)
Worldly Winds 