Carole Withany II (Dave’s Seagull)

15 Saturday Sep 2012

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English: An adult seagull (Larus michahellis)

 

 

 

 

 

One summer’s day,

they strolled by the sea,

hand holding hand,

Dave and Carole Withany.

 

The seagulls they circled,

and the sea it did sigh,

an idea did emerge,

as Carole watched them fly by.

 

She looked up to the heavens,

excited she declared,

give me 50p

and that’s your bird there!

 

You’ll know Dave’s own seagull,

as it soars on the wing,

with a strong Yorkshire accent,

‘ee by gum’, it will sing.

 

Now legend still has it,

as myth is passed down,

that Dave’s special seagull,

has been seen in this town.

 

Now Dave is so happy,

and watches with glee,

for his very own seagull,

that cost 50p

 

© Carole Withany II (Dave’s Seagull) 15.09.2012

© Carole Withany 23.08.2012 (link)

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: An adult seagull (Larus michahellis) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

This House

14 Friday Sep 2012

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Home Sweet Home

 

 

 

 

 

This house,

full of bustle,

full of love and,

full of drama!

 

This house,

safe and warm,

no interloper,

can bring harm.

 

This house,

is a home,

security of,

the womb.

 

This house,

has a heart,

family values,

play the part.

 

© This House 14.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Home Sweet Home (Photo credit: Lockedinthepark)

 

 

 

 

My Last Love Song

14 Friday Sep 2012

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Bush Radio

 

 

 

 

This is my,

very last love,

song to you.

It is time to,

say goodbye,

and move,

on.

 

I heard, our tune,

on the radio today,

it took me back.

Oh – how the years,

have dropped away.

 

I stopped to listen,

I thought things through,

a silent tear escaped,

as I remember how,

I still love you.

 

The years have come,

and the years have gone,

without you by my side,

the echoes of my yesteryear,

sing, always on my mind.

 

This is my,

very last love,

song to you.

It is time to,

say goodbye,

and move,

on.

 

© My Last Love Song 14.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Bush Radio (Photo credit: pigpogm)

 

When Poverty Knocks…

13 Thursday Sep 2012

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Tax Bill

 

 

 

 

 

When debts come in the letterbox,

then love flies out for sure,

the better becomes the worse,

at the scourge of being poor.

The heart beats with a sickness,

at the signs you can’t ignore;

the stress and strain is showing,

as we begin to talk no more.

We’re hoping for the better,

for the richer, and for wealth,

don’t hold your breath whilst waiting,

it’s not good for your health!

 

© When Poverty Knocks 13.09.12

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Tax Bill (Photo credit: Images_of_Money)

 

Exotic Erotic

09 Sunday Sep 2012

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Camargue horse

 

 

 

 

 

Flaming flamingos,

cantering Camargues,

exotic, erotic,

the passions are ours.

 

Gossamer lace wings,

and butterflies hearts,

so fragile, so delicate,

can tear us apart.

 

Humming bird’s tears,

and bumble bee breath,

a delicate balance,

of grief brought by death.

 

© Exotic Erotic 09.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Camargue horse (Photo credit: Wolfgang Staudt)

Sunday Survey

09 Sunday Sep 2012

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English: Ballot Box showing preferential voting

English: Ballot Box showing preferential voting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time for the opportunity to be interactive!

Here is your opportunity, if you so wish, to vote for your preferred poem this week. The links below will take you to each poem and then you can register your vote in the poll at the bottom of this post!

Happy Voting 🙂

 

Cherishing

Empty Nest

Seagulls

Angels

Blue Moon

 

 

Blue Moon

08 Saturday Sep 2012

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Blue Moon Blue

 

 

 

 

Giving up and,

giving in…

a writers’ pain,

a lovers’ dream.

 

Blue moons come,

and blue moons go,

the pain remains,

of losing you.

 

The thought of,

having you no more,

is like the song,

without the score.

 

To give you up,

without a doubt?

but only when,

the blue moon’s out.

 

© Blue Moon  08.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Blue Moon Blue (Photo credit: Hialean)

Angels

07 Friday Sep 2012

Posted by in Loss, Poetry

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Broken Angel

 

 

 

 

 

An angel with,

a broken wing,

can be the most,

dangerous thing.

 

Hurt her once,

injure her thrice,

her heart one day,

will thaw like ice.

 

And once that hurt,

is healed and done,

she’ll fly from you,

up to the sun.

 

You’d better watch,

your back, I say,

lest she throw a,

thunderbolt your way!

 

© Angels  07.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Broken Angel (Photo credit: jae michie)

Seagulls

05 Wednesday Sep 2012

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Seagull Reflected

 

 

 

 

 

 

Circling seagulls soulfully

Singing sea shanties

Sorrowfully surf sea-shores

 

© Seagulls 05.09.2012

Seagull Reflected (Photo credit: bogenfreund)

Empty Nest

04 Tuesday Sep 2012

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English: Female robin cleaning the nest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How can the sea,

leave the shore?

How can the moon,

the stars ignore?

 

How can I live,

without my heart,

and grieve for you,

whilst we’re apart?

 

How can my sun,

no longer shine?

I will not see,

sunrise sublime.

 

How can the word,

without the book,

the empty nest,

without the rook.

 

How can the empty

space be filled?

By graduations,

new lives rebuild.

 

© Empty Nest 04.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Female robin cleaning the nest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)