18 Friday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
Cherry blossom, lilac, longing, Nightingale, poetry, spring, summer, swallows
Nightingale (Photo credit: torugatoru)
A nightingale sings
a wistful melody.
The smell of cherry blossom
on a fresh spring tree.
The smell of lilac
will soon be here,
along with the swallows,
and the summer air.
© Simply Spring 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Thursday May 2012
I never was classed, ‘pretty’,
I was never deemed, ‘a babe’,
I chose instead to use my wit,
and walk the poet’s way.
My years of youth are over,
my life is halfway done,
philosophies from Yoda,
A wise old bird I am.
© A Spot of Silliness 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Tags
April fool, love, poetry, rain, soul
The rain it comes
and does not stop,
refreshing crisp and cold.
Wash clean and cleanse,
my tired eyes,
refresh my sleepy soul.
It burns my skin,
and wakes my sense,
it’s kind, but also cruel.
Wash out the dust,
lays bare our soul,
to cleanse the April fool.
© Rain 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Solitary Raindrop, Hedon, East Riding of Yorkshire, England. This raindrop acted as a crude lens, focussing and inverting the trees behind it! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
I sit at my desk,
the whole house a mess,
pen gripped in my teeth,
musing.
Formed feelings I know,
as the words start to flow,
and I tap at the keys,
making verses.
Sometimes the poems spring,
from the deepness within,
some syllabic style skill,
weaving words.
The craft I possess,
with gymnastic prowess,
and a rhythmical rhyme.
Exhalation!
© Musing 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Poetry
Ladies and Gentlemen take up your pens and give it a go!
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
When we die,
we go to hell –
she cries.
That’s not true,
we learn to fly –
he says.
I think we stay,
reborn –
to live another day.
That can’t be!
We’re dead and gone,
for all eternity.
Some hymn sings,
we get our angel wings;
But I don’t care,
all I know, is
you’re not
here.
© Hell 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Illustration from “Vivilore: The Pathway to Mental and Physical Perfection” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Worldly Winds
This image was selected as a picture of the week on the Czech Wikipedia for th week, 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am a contradiction!
Damaged and fragile,
a smashed up china doll.
Introvert and quiet,
a lone snowdrop,
passed unnoticed –
unwatched and unobserved.
Inside –
a cavern.
Older than time itself.
Deep and hidden,
solid,
like a foundation.
Ever there, ever present,
with a core of steel.
Immovable.
Determined.
A stormy winters night,
brooding and moody,
ethereal, transcendent,
not belonging.
Like a storm cloud passing through.
I am a contradiction,
with a beating
heart.
© Steel Snowdrop 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
16 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
I saw an old man
dance a jig,
with betting slip,
waved as his flag.
With tombstone teeth
and nicotine nails,
long matted hair
and yellow wolf eyes.
His dirty clothes,
shone black with smoke,
his fragrance that of
proudest poverty.
I saw an old man
dance a jig today,
clutching victory,
by the betting shop door.
© Victory 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Russel-Morgan Print of a Tramp smoking cigar with cane over arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
15 Tuesday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Walking up to the edge,
I face the abyss,
death screams through my blood,
at mortality’s kiss.
Do I step forward,
or do I step back?
I feel it so close,
on this cold ruthless track.
No one has noticed,
what’s happening within.
The clues are all there,
so pale, cold and thin.
Dancing the waltz,
life partnering death,
my demon will steal,
my last precious breath.
He will feast on my spirit,
and defile my soul,
as we dance the last dance,
with my blood running cold.
© The Last Dance 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lilith (1892) by John Collier in Southport Atkinson Art Gallery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
14 Monday May 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Tags
Buddhism, compassion, endurance, forbearance, heart, Kshanti, patience, poetry, waiting and longing
My heart is Kshanti.
Scarred with forbearance
from the actions of those un-awakened
to the compassion from transformation.
It beats with the patience,
the waiting and longing,
of better times
to come.
The rhythm
of the beat
is endurance;
a longing, that one day,
awakening will open the eyes,
to the universe.
© Kshanti 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Lotus (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 