I Told You So

01 Friday Jun 2012

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I wish I could, I wish I would,

I wish I could let rip,

for all those hurtful words you said,

and all those things you did.

 

I keep it locked away so tight,

too lady like and proper.

I keep it bottled up inside,

I don’t uncork the stopper.

 

I never rant and rave at all,

I never flip my lid.

I’ve never raised my voice enough,

sometimes I wish I did.

 

To have a good old rant or two,

fly into some hell rage,

to make the air turn thick and blue,

but I’m so well behaved….

 

I should have screamed the house right down,

thrown crockery at you,

I should have given you what for,

and told you where to go!

 

Alas I’m not that kind of girl,

to lash you with my tongue,

or leave a flea within your ear,

and scream that you are wrong.

 

I was brought up so properly,

with ladylike demeanour,

to not tell you, ‘I told you so’,

and point out the misdemeanour.

 

© I Told You So 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Love Affair

29 Tuesday May 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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English: Sca Fell massif from north of Wastwater.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mossy skin of stark stone walls,

a breath of clouds in a cold October sky,

the haunting call of the hovering kestrel.

The bleak love affair with the unyielding Peaks.

 

The tangled sheep huddled against the cold North wind,

wool kissed barbs of boundaries breeched,

the wandering yew abandoned on the verge of betrayal.

The dark love affair with the relentless Peaks.

 

Sca Fell, Peaks probe the gloomy skies,

the bursting spring cascades to punish rocks beneath,

purple rinse resilience of old heather hair.

The stark love affair with the unwieldy Peaks.

 

Shadows play hide and seek with rocks and hills.

The mournful cry of an old church bell

calls back the congregation of fallen sheep,

to worship the affair with pagan Peaks.

 

The low slung fog smothers both road and fell,

hushed tones hold the secrets of the hills.

Heaviness hangs as breath is caught,

to hide the love affair of unrequited Peaks.

 

The wind whispers of its long lost love.

The rain cries bitter tears of remorse.

The pitch black blanket of love wraps around

to shroud the love affair of mourning Peaks.

 

© Love Affair 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Never Trust a Faerie

28 Monday May 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Humour, Poetry

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English: Title: "Fairies Looking Through ...

 

 

 

 

 

Never trust a faerie,

‘tho pretty they may seem,

for when you are not looking,

they swear, and spit, and scream.

 

Do not be fooled by faerie’s,

their legendry looks well known,

they are not sweet, like in the books,

so please do not be thrown.

 

Depicted as the sweetest sight,

with wings that flitter and flutter,

dresses made of gossamer,

they melt your heart like butter.

 

It’s little known that faeries bite,

or that they would cause harm;

please don’t blame the insects,

for that nip upon your arm.

 

With golden curls that tumble down,

around their tiny frame,

with mischief and with sabotage,

the faeries are to blame.

 

When things go wrong around the house,

you know they are at play,

they wreck your plans, and break your things,

and ruin a good day.

 

You may think it is admirable,

they collect teeth from your mouth,

but how do you think they get so loose?

They punch the milk teeth out!

 

Never trust a faerie,

they are evil, sour, and bitter.

Do not be fooled by how they look,

an angry dragon’s sweeter!

 

 

© Faeries 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm


I do not belong here

27 Sunday May 2012

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Escher de carbón y caramelo

Escher de carbón y caramelo (Photo credit: Greg Planchuelo)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do not like this place.

I don’t belong here,

the stench of death pervades,

yet outside the sun beats down,

hotter than the promised hell.

I do not like this place.

Relics of a bygone day,

guilt and blame pave the way,

to salvation,

but only if you are too weak.

Enough, to believe as

fear holds tight,

demanding allegiance,

to blame and sin;

dragged screaming from within,

without compassion,

or mercy,

for the weak –

End.

I do not like this place,

I do not belong here,

for the stench of death,

offends my soul.

 

© I do not belong here 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Beautiful Blogger Award

27 Sunday May 2012

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Thank You Resa!

Queen’s End http://resamcconaghy.com

I’ve been honoured this past week to have been nominated for the, ‘The Beautiful Blogger Award’ by Resa – http://resamcconaghy.com

Thank you – it is always fantastic to be nominated by people who have taken time to visit and read my blog. It is also a good way to provide others with the opportunity to link up to blogs they may not yet have visited. Please visit Resa’s blog, she is a bright and unique blogger, I am thoroughly enjoying following her posts!

The guidelines are….

link back to who nominated you

  1. Nominate six or seven blogs
  2. let nominees know by leaving a comment on their sites; and
  3. add the award image to your site

 

I am going to cheat slightly and only nominate three as I have received a couple of awards this week and I don’t want to overwhelm people with nominations!!

And the nominees are:

 

Thoughts From The Outdoors  http://thoughtsfromtheoutdoors.wordpress.com/

Wendy Strohm http://wendystrohm.wordpress.com/

Polly http://journalread.wordpress.com/

 

Thank you again to Resa – Queen’s End http://resamcconaghy.com

 

I have tried to choose people who have not received this particular award before. If I have nominated you and you do not participate in the awards, please accept my apologies.

Sorrow

26 Saturday May 2012

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

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English: A very quiet picture, could be used t...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are together you and I,

destined to be conjoined.

We cannot part,

though I have tried –

two sides of the same coin.

 

You have your demons,

I have mine,

our paths not meant to cross,

parted from our distant poles,

without you I am lost.

 

Your heart refrains my harmony,

our breath is intertwined,

your dreams haunt mine,

I shadow yours,

you dwell within my mind.

 

Our souls can’t be dissevered,

but neither can they join;

we are from different planets,

defying space and time.

 

 

© Sorrow 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Daemons

26 Saturday May 2012

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"I carry your heart with me. (I carry it ...

 

 

 

 

 

You think you are the King of me,

I am not scared of you.

I’ll stand my ground, as I am strong;

a core of steel runs through.

 

Whatever daemons you may throw,

I’ll match them with mine own.

You can’t usurp the Queen of pain,

her heart is made of stone.

 

© Daemons 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

“I carry your heart with me. (I carry it in my heart.)” ~ e.e. cummings (Photo credit: EraPhernalia Vintage . . . (playin’ hook-y ;o))

Sun and Moon

25 Friday May 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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English: The Sun directly opposite to the moon...

 

 

I’ve seen your face,

a thousand times,

it’s like the setting sun.

I’ve called your name,

have you called mine?

I rise and you are gone.

 

We are so different,

you and I,

you’re up when I am down.

You call, I run,

but where are you,

when I need a friend around?

 

You are the sun,

cowardly cold,

remote, aloof, and chilling.

You’ve hid in shadows,

all of my life,

acknowledgement unwilling.

 

I am the moon,

with passions bright,

your fire sears scars anew.

You wax and wane,

and spin my world,

‘til I don’t know what to do.

 

I’ve seen your face,

a thousand times,

you’re fire and I am ice.

You’ve broke my heart,

so many times –

Let go – I’ve paid the price.

 

© Sun and Moon 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: The Sun directly opposite to the moon as seen on 10 Sep 2011 (One day before the full moon day). Place: Mount St Helens, WA USA. This exemplifies that on a full moon day the earth is between the Sun and the Moon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Summer

24 Thursday May 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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English: Summer field in Belgium (Hamois). The...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer balm weighs heavy

my heart can hear the trill

of eloquent seasons intentions

to nature’s clock fulfil

 

But… O’er the nest is empty

remains there barren still

as lacewings dance the Maypole

to appease the Mother’s will

 

© Summer 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Summer field in Belgium (Hamois). The blue flower is Centaurea cyanus and the red one a Papaver rhoeas. Français : Un champ en été en Belgique (Hamois). La fleur bleue est un bleuet des champs et la rouge un coquelicot. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)