03 Monday Dec 2012

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dagdapublishing's avatarDagda Publishing

So, some of you may know this, some will not (hey there, we publish poetry!! Send us your poetry!!), but we have now completed the editing process on our new anthology “The Road Less Travelled”, a collection of contemporary poetry by new authors on the subject of the metaphysical side of our experience.

This is a pre-announcement post to say that tonight (it’s 1am over here in the UK) we shall be announcing the release date for this anthology, and we shall most likely be revealing the cover artwork by the very talented A D Warr, who also has a poem in the anthology (Piano).

So, basically, follow us for more information, and to catch the announcement tonight (you know you want to… Poetry!!). We also regularly publish new poetry, so if you are an aspiring poet, send your stuff to us at dagdapublishing@hotmail.co.uk

… Poetry!!

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Yorkshire

30 Friday Nov 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry

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Yorkshire

 

 

 

 

 

My love affair with Yorkshire,

is strange to the extreme,

the rain comes down in stair rods,

as puddles turn to streams.

 

Flint faced buildings stand proud,

the natives just the same;

hard with a directness,

reflecting poverty’s pain.

 

‘Aye up love’, and ‘Ta duck’,

a mantra of the North,

a warmth and loyal passion,

found around the hearth.

 

Depleted coal face scenery,

ghost towns from the past,

mine the depths of politics,

betrayed by bluest lass.

 

Coal-dust mottled snowscapes,

contrast the wuthering heights,

bleak outstanding wilderness,

the slag heap moors by night.

 

My soul belongs in Yorkshire,

with Brontë, Hughes, and Moore,

this northern heart keeps beating,

‘til death doeth close the door.

 

© Yorkshire 30.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Yorkshire (Photo credit: gollenr)

 

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November

30 Friday Nov 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Poetry

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november

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jack Frost

bites toes

west winds

redden nose

solid puddles

don’t trip!

fleecy boots

non-slip

woolly  mittens

snuggle fingers

rosy cheeks

breath lingers

icy weather

November blasts

shivering cold

winter lasts

 

© November 30.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

november (Photo credit: flavijus)

 

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That Sinking Feeling

29 Thursday Nov 2012

Posted by in Anger, Humour, Poetry

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Lightning striking the Eiffel Tower

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How could you not realise?

Did you not think?

…that I would not notice,

we’re starting to sink.

Atmosphere’s electric,

could cut with a knife;

a lightning conductor,

where lightning strikes twice.

Our words are so crossed,

it’s a tangled up mess,

there’s really no hope,

we’re doomed! (More or less.)

So it’s pistols at dawn,

as we’re matched in a duel,

with our rapiers drawn,

adding fire to our fuel.

I know it’s no contest,

this match that we’re in;

like hell will you beat me,

I’m determined to win!

 

© That Sinking Feeling 29.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Lightning striking the Eiffel Tower (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 


Bad Blood

29 Thursday Nov 2012

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Micah's DNA

I have bad blood

within me,

it’s bad blood –

you see?

It goes to,

the bones, and

permeates me.

It stems from

my Father,

and is truly

a curse.

Bad blood

within,

chapter

line

and

verse.

 

© Bad Blood 29.11.12

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Micah’s DNA (Photo credit: micahb37)

 

Stuck with You

28 Wednesday Nov 2012

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Bluestar Ink October 2012 Desktop Calendar

 

 

 

 

Why am I so invisible?

you do not seem to see,

all the things I do for you,

I always meet your needs.

 

I know that when I talk to you,

I may as well be dead,

you do not hear a single thing,

that I have bloody said!

 

Is it that you do not care?

I find it hard to conceive,

that anything I mention,

you simply don’t believe.

 

We really aren’t compatible,

I know without a doubt,

one day I’ll take my boring self,

and get the hell right out!

 

Until that day I’m stuck with you,

and all your childish ways,

I’ll spread my wings and fly away,

(I’m marking off the days!)

 

© Stuck with you 28.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Bluestar Ink October 2012 Desktop Calendar (Photo credit: emily.bluestar)

 

Shame

27 Tuesday Nov 2012

Posted by in Buddhism, Poetry

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sad puppy [598]

 

 

 

 

Wear the heavy,

coat of shame,

as blame creeps in,

and calls your name.

 

Feel your face,

hot like the sun,

embarrassment burns,

humiliation!

 

Worldly winds,

are at their play,

pain, blame and shame,

bring infamy.

 

© Shame 27.11.12

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

sad puppy [598] (Photo credit: brianjmatis)

 

 

Emptiness

26 Monday Nov 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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Venus over Witton Lakes

 

 

 

 

 

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)

 

Fruity!

26 Monday Nov 2012

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fruit

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poisoned passion

Gooseberry green

Deceivingly disguised

Succulent strawberry

Translucent temptation

Tempestuous temptress

Romantic rhubarb

Tasting trickery

Fruity!

 

© Fruity 26.11.12

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

fruit (Photo credit: karen H. nickname.{ pooh})

 

Juxtaposition

24 Saturday Nov 2012

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night and day?

 

 

 

 

 

Two ends of the spectrum,

ne’er to meet,

beauty and wisdom,

in step just like feet;

as day and by night,

or sun and full moon,

with write and what’s left,

whoever would know,

if it was for the best.

 

© Juxtaposition 27.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

night and day? (Photo credit: 2.)