Peace
09 Monday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
09 Monday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
09 Monday Jul 2012
Posted in Poetry
Give it a go – you have nothing to lose!
08 Sunday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
Step like fairies,
tread the air,
footsteps fine,
like no one’s there.
Cherish earth,
don’t stamp her down,
gentle steps,
caress the ground.
Pity creatures,
underfoot,
do not squash them –
Elephant!
Practice lightly,
as you walk,
silently,
your footsteps talk.
© Fairy Steps 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Fairy Offering Posy of Harebells to Elsie, the fourth of the photographs of the Cottingley Fairies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
07 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry
Tags
calm, compassion, longing, loss, love, memories, poetry, reminiscence, wisdom
Sitting in the gardens,
admiring flower beds,
will you still remember me,
when I am long dead?
Reflections on my past life,
no longer hurt my heart,
for they are now just stories,
from which I am apart.
Mental chatter ceases,
calm imbues my soul,
wisdom and compassion,
start to make me whole.
Although I’m reminiscing,
of all that never was,
I still miss you dearly,
no reason just – because…
© When I am Dead 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Graveyard [1] (Photo credit: Simon Cocks)
07 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
07 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Tags
Flowers, fresia, lily of the valley, poetry, roses, sweet william
Sensuous Sweet William,
swaying slowly and with ease,
sickly scent suffuses,
cloying at the breeze.
Floral, fragrant, Freesias,
a heady, heavenly perfume,
flimsy, fickle, finicky,
punctuates juvenile June.
Lilly or the Valley,
valiant, staunch, verbose,
remembrance and reminisce,
of fallen family close.
Romantic, rotund, Roses,
their drama does delight,
pervading, perfumes profligate,
part, prophetic poets’ heart.
© Flowers 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
06 Friday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
With face of delight,
my son runs to me –
“I’ve tipped up a sheep!”
he shouted with glee.
My face drops with horror.
Well how could this be?
Am I the worst mother,
has he learned nothing from me?
“Calm down Mother!”
my son reassures.
“It’s not as you think,”
with derision he snorts.
“We walked in a field,
(in the group we were five,)
saw a sheep on its back,
with legs waving at sky.
It soon came apparent,
from what we could see,
that the sheep was so stuck,
‘twas a strange sight to see.
We tried hard to lift her,
but to no avail,
she was fat, wet, and smelly,
the weight of a whale.
Then out of the blue,
an idea did occur,
we spread out our groundsheet,
to roll her on there.
With one mighty tug,
we pulled the sheet up,
and the sheep it did tip,
(the right way up!)
So, off with a wobble,
and a, ‘baa,’ of delight,
the sheep she then trotted –
it was quite a sight!
So you see Mum, it’s true,
the things I did say,
we tipped up a sheep.”
(Thankfully – the right way!)
My Son says, I must point out that this is a true story. Whilst on a Duke of Edinburgh expedition, they encountered a sheep who was stuck on her back.
He told the story exactly as above – I was so relieved to find he had actually saved a sheep by tipping it up the right way, and hadn’t tipped a sheep over the wrong way!
He did give a talk at school about the ‘tipping up a sheep’ encounter, though I did advise him to change the title to ‘Saving a sheep’s life!’ (I was worried the teachers may have had a mild panic attack on seeing the title of his talk!)
©Tipping Sheep (the right way) 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit
© Copyright Nigel Mykura and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence
05 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Daisies kissed by fairies,
pink lipstick petals pout,
little girl’s tiaras,
chains, lambs tails, about.
Buttercups stars shimmer,
spreading love and peace,
a golden, gay, glimmer,
graces chins beneath.
Forget me not – shy,
skirts the edge of the lawn,
coy, courting compassion,
for those whom we mourn.
The dandelions ire!
He’s banished from beds,
his anger like fireworks,
explode in his heads!
English: Dandelion clock (Taraxacum officinale) For more translations SEE BELOW (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
© The Dandelion Ballad 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
05 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Plumping pillows
Inviting sleep so
Lay down your head
Let dreams dance
Over your soul
Waltzing with the angels ‘til
Sunrise wakes slumber
© Pillows 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Bed made with white bed linen. Four fluffy pillows and crumpled sheet . Original description: 350 thread count sheets. Down featherbed. Down duvet. Super fluffy pillows. Ahhhhhhh. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
04 Wednesday Jul 2012
A lady of a certain age,
adjusts her wardrobe,
to engage.
According to her needs;
to please her comport,
and ease discomfort.
That’s why I am,
wearing big pants today;
in order that I can,
Keep warm my back,
and show no crack –
the days long gone,
of scanty clad,
and frilly frills,
dressed to thrill,
send passionate pulses
palpitating – No!
I’m wearing big pants today,
and – just in case…
Of what, I know not,
I’ve packed two extra pairs!
© Big Pants 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Drawing of cat wearing pants (Photo credit: Wikipedia)