Are You Sitting Uncomfortably?

29 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Daily life, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, poetry

Are you sitting uncomfortably?

Do I make you squirm?

Am I showing you up,

as a spineless cowardly worm?

Do my eyes pierce to your soul?

Can I see right through?

I am not so green to,

all the crap you do.

I do not have knitted brows,

from all the wool you tried to pull.

All the bull, you’ve chatted crap,

the manure heap now is full.

You’ve pulled some stunts,

within your time,

and this one is a flanker;

I didn’t think you’d stoop that low,

you really are a canker.

© Are you Sitting Uncomfortably 29.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Random (Photo credit: Photos o’ Randomness)

Hip Hip Hooray!

25 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, birthday bumps, birthday cake, candles, celebration, champagne, happy birthday, humour, poetry

It’s my birthday today,

and I’m in a good mood.

I’m out for the day,

for some wine and good food.

I still feel quite young,

though my mirror would scoff;

I feel twenty three,

erm… excuse me – don’t laugh!

I’ve got a few pressies,

I’ll be staying up late,

I’m hoping there’ll be,

Champagne and a cake.

We might skip the candles,

as there’d be quite a few,

I don’t fancy a lift,

from the local fire crew!

I hope you’ve enjoyed,

my celebratory poem,

it’s just a cunning way,

to get my birthday known!

You can send me good wishes,

for my special day,

but please – no bumps….

or we’ll be here all day!!

© Hip Hip Hooray 25.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Candles spell out the traditional English birthday greeting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Penning Poems

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, inspiration, love poems, poetry, simplicity, verses, writing

The verses I write,

from events that I see,

might not be your,

cup of rosy hot tea!

Not being clever,

don’t write to impress,

not for the glory,

or the fame of success.

I like to connect,

to thrill and inspire,

I don’t write of love,

all that passion and fire…

My lines are quite plain,

not obscure or sublime,

just everyday stuff,

caught up in a line.

If I am lucky,

I might make you think,

to stop and to ponder,

just before your next blink.

I hope that you feel,

you could do this too,

so pick up a pen,

and give it a go!

© Penning Poems 23.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Writing journal (Photo credit: avrdreamer)

A Little Decomposition

22 Monday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, change, death, impermanence, poetry, seasons, teardrops, winter

Amber autumn,

carpets the ground,

teardrop leaves,

fluttering down.

Her beauty has faded,

her season is gone,

the harshness reflected,

in the cold winter sun.

Summer swifts sing,

their final love song,

as they take to the wing,

they no longer belong.

She weeps tears of petals,

as her dreams decompose,

her lover has left her,

to winter’s repose.

© A Little Decomposition 22.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sophy, centre, in Autumn Leaves. Alice Gray is on the left. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Top Ten

18 Thursday Oct 2012

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I am away retreating for the weekend – I thought I would leave you with the top ten most popular poems, as clicked by you!!!

Enjoy!

09. Seven Years on…

07. Child Within

06. Carole Withany II (Dave’s Seagull)

04. Tipping Sheep (the right way!)

02. The Cat Sat on the Mat

…and number 1 – most visited poem is…..

01. Carole Withany

Thank you all for your visits and comments, I really do appreciate everybody’s input 😀

The Odd One Out

18 Thursday Oct 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, introvert, odd one out, poetry, shyness

There is something wrong,

a part of me’s broke,

it’s true, I’m not messing,

it’s really no joke!

I’ve known for a while now,

without much real doubt,

when I was created,

they missed a bit out.

You know how I know?

It’s quite simple, you see,

the odd one out,

It is always me!

I stand in a room,

full of people – and me,

they talk and they chatter,

I’m as quiet as could be.

I feel quiet, and awkward,

don’t know what to say,

I try to join in,

but feel in the way.

I once went for lessons,

to be more assertive,

to learn how to fit in,

not to be shy and furtive.

Needless to say,

it just didn’t work,

you can’t fix what’s broken,

if it’s simply a quirk.

So I stand in a corner,

and try to blend in,

hope nobody notices,

the pickle I’m in!

© Odd One Out 18.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – Square Peg in a Round Hole – geograph.org.uk – 1244305 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Carole Withany III – Rave!

16 Tuesday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Carole Withany, dance, humour, Murder She Wrote, poetry, Rave

Aunty Carole and Uncle Dave,

went out one night,

to a warehouse Rave!

With bobble hats,

upon their head,

they danced until,

they felt half-dead.

With neon whistles,

around their neck,

they bopped away,

they did – by ‘eck!

Around the clock,

– until half ten,

then they went,

back home again.

They made a cuppa,

took off their coats,

then snuggled up to

watch, ‘Murder She Wrote’.

Dave looked at Carole,

and with a grin,

said, ‘I’m really glad,

we didn’t stay in!’

With matching PJ’s,

and his ‘n’ her mugs,

Carole Withany,

gave him a hug!

© Carole Withany III – Rave! 16.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit – Rave (Photo credit: tuxthepenguin84)

Carole Withany (worldlywinds.com)
Carole Withany II (Dave’s Seagull) (worldlywinds.com)

Shades of Grey

14 Sunday Oct 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, belonging, blame, delusion, evil, fixed view, insanity, poetry, right, shades of grey, view, wrong, wrong view

Am I mad,

or am I sane?

Is this real,

and what’s to gain?

I do not think,

the way you do,

I do not see ,

the world as tho’,

each instant,

is in monochrome

no black, no white,

no sin atoned.

There is no evil,

right or wrong,

Just shades of grey,

no one belongs;

each coin a side,

yet both the same;

I ask once more –

Am I sane?

© Shades of Grey 14.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – Dock near Washington D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Morning Hare

13 Saturday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, frost, hare, leaves, ploughed fields, poetry, winter, winter hare

Bared earth

fallow fields

ploughed furrows

concrete puddles

frosted peaks

morning hare

runs wild

winter sun

bleached sky

mist hangs

heavy air

winter cloaks

autumn leaves.

© Morning Hare 13.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – The Hare that came closer… (Photo credit: Ian-S)

Fallen Angels

13 Saturday Oct 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry

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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)