Just Being

30 Saturday Jun 2012

Posted by in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

, , , , ,

Prince Siddhartha Gautama (Gautama Buddha) wit...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am a block of stone,

in the process of being,

carved by Dharmic hands,

Bodhisattvas and Buddhas create,

the future potential, to be.

 

I am not that of marble,

Cold, flashy and fragile,

nor that of sandstone,

easy to carve, easy to crumble,

neither am I flint stone,

hard, impenetrable, unyielding.

I am just good old stone –

nothing special.

 

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas,

Carve my features,

Chip by grain,

they shape my,

future form.

Potential,

I can,

attain!

 

© Just Being 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Prince Siddhartha Gautama (Gautama Buddha) with moustache (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Retreating!!

14 Thursday Jun 2012

Posted by in Poetry

≈ 34 Comments

English: Photo of statue in mist from across t...

English: Photo of statue in mist from across the lake (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just a little message to say….

I will be away on retreat for two weeks – back on the 29th June. Sorry I have been a little less active this week – I have been preparing for the retreat – lots of reading to do!

 

If you feel lost without me

))grins((

Please feel free to look through some of my older stuff and let me know if there are any favourites – or any duds!

When I return I am looking at pulling a few poems together under the theme of, ‘Longing and Loss’.

It would be extremely helpful to have any feedback you feel fit to pass on to me – (I have a thick skin – I can take it!!)

See you all soon!!

Alex

Worldly Winds

… or as Naima calls me – Windy!! 🙂

Sleep

14 Thursday Jun 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Poetry

≈ 8 Comments

Tags

, , , , ,

Crescent Moon - 02-01-06

Crescent Moon – 02-01-06 (Photo credit: wanderingnome)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sleep is not happening

sleep will not come

my heart it is pounding

and my mind is undone.

The thoughts they are taunting

with memories flirting

the darkness is daunting

as my soul is hurting.

Sleep is not happening

sleep will not come.

 

© Sleep 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

I’m Sorry

14 Thursday Jun 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Humour, Poetry

≈ 18 Comments

Tags

, ,

I’m sorry I used your toothbrush,

really I truly am.

I don’t know what came over me,

please don’t tell me Mam!

 

I really wasn’t thinking straight,

it was merely my mistake,

I saw it sat upon the sink,

it was the obvious choice to take.

 

A spur of the moment action,

to right some rancid breath,

a brush, a swill, to clear the air,

to prevent halitosis death.

 

I thought I was doing the right thing,

just to help out, you see?

To make his teeth go pearly white,

with breath all minty and clean.

 

I know it was quite wrong of me,

and it really wasn’t right,

but now at least the doggies teeth,

are clean and really white!

Smiling Dog

Smiling Dog (Photo credit: A. Davey)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© I’m Sorry 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Do You Ever Wonder?

13 Wednesday Jun 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Poetry

≈ 17 Comments

Tags

, , ,

English: An empty ink bottle, pen holder, and ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you ever wonder,

every time you read,

if this is about you and,

the way you have behaved?

 

Can you twist the words around,

to fit your circumstance?

Does your heart still skip a beat,

as the butterflies start to dance?

 

Does it not occur to you,

to stop and take a look,

if I’ve named and shamed you,

and put you in my book?

 

Should you stop to think a while,

and maybe even ponder,

if my words refer to you,

do you ever wonder?

 

© Do You Ever Wonder 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: An empty ink bottle, pen holder, and a quill with an ink-stained nib (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mistakes

12 Tuesday Jun 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

≈ 13 Comments

Tags

, , , , ,

An illustration from page 30 of Mjallhvít (Sno...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You made the same mistake as her;

the truth is staring you in the face,

screaming so loud, you cannot see,

that you walk to the same dark place.

 

You’ve ventured down this path before

too far, turn back, embrace the pain

shame and defeat, walk hand in hand.

Is it too late to start all over again,

and to make the same mistake as her?

 

© Mistakes 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

An illustration from page 30 of Mjallhvít (Snow White) an 1852 icelandic translation of the Grimm-version fairytale (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This Place

10 Sunday Jun 2012

Posted by in Poetry

≈ 25 Comments

Tags

The burning man, from the Burning Man Festival

The burning man, from the Burning Man Festival (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This place doesn’t feel deserving,

whilst people’s tempers turning,

all this is occurring,

while the streets are burning.

 

Turn around, cry for help,

when all you see is yourself,

all of this is occurring,

while the streets are burning.

 

This place you may fear,

is the place that is right here,

all of this occurring,

while the streets are burning.

 

Try to put out the fire,

Is this really your desire?

Are you really deserving,

while the streets are burning?

 

© This Place 2012

By Kiran Carr-Malcolm

Sunrise

09 Saturday Jun 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Love, Poetry

≈ 20 Comments

Tags

, , , , ,

Sunrise 2

Sunrise 2 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the day is over,

the work has all been done,

the twilight is upon us,

moon outstrips setting sun.

 

I take my rest with comfort,

to reflect on days well spent,

pay homage, offer gratitude,

lessons learned in the event.

 

With stillness and with clarity,

with wisdom and with heart,

I think of all my good friends,

who show me where to start.

 

The lessons, I have newly learned

from them, they show the way,

inspiring birth of sunrise

springs forth valiant new day.

 

© Sunrise 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Insomnia

08 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

≈ 12 Comments

Tags

, , , ,

English: A canopy bed seen in a restoration ho...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh tortuous night

how thou hast

defeated me.

Whilst Angels sleep

against a weeping moon

the painful pull

of sleeps flirtations.

Does thou bring soon

comfort and release

from dark hells hounds

with murderous intent.

Oh tortuous night

now thou hast

defeated me.

 

© Insomnia 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A canopy bed seen in a restoration house in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Jubilation

06 Wednesday Jun 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , ,

A View of Earth from Saturn

 

 

 

Sapphire seas,

tourmaline trees,

the sun shining sweetest nectar.

I soar in the skies,

whilst skimming the seas,

protected by Isis and Hector.

 

The stars line the way,

whilst the trees bow to me,

and the gulls cry out jubilations!

Old Father Time and Mother Earth smiles,

as the world spins in sweet salvation.

 

© Jubilation 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A View of Earth from Saturn (Photo credit: alpoma)