I Wish…

05 Saturday May 2012

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artist, death, dreams, longing, love, muse, poetess, poetry, sad, Sea, stars, wish, writer

I Wish….

I have a list of dreams to fill,

before my time is through;

although they may seem fanciful,

I wish they will come true.

I want to be an artist,

on the riverbank of life.

To wear a smock and sip champagne,

whilst painting with my knife.

I want to write a book or two –

a literary success!

A story of my coloured life,

upon the library shelf.

To be a renowned poetess,

publish a rhyme or two.

To find my muse in poetry,

and fall in love with you.

I’d like to write a sad song,

that makes the toughest weep,

to be played at all the funerals,

as the coffin is lowered deep.

I want to live just by the sea,

in a white house with a view

of waves that crash upon the shores,

where I could stand with you.

Most of all, be in your arms

and spend with you some time,

gazing at the moonlit stars,

whilst sipping white chilled wine.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Right to the sea (Photo credit: christing-O-)

Raised Eyebrow….

04 Friday May 2012

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(Tongue in cheek)

Maybe it’s a compliment,

you duplicate words I use.

Should I be happy that,

it was my lines you choose,

to replicate and mirror

and claim them for your own,

maybe it’s an accident that it

came out, like my poem?

I wonder were my words profound

and they made a mark on you?

I’m sure you’d never copy

the ramblings that I do.

Don’t get me wrong,

I’m flattered, that I inspired you,

to write a little ditty

the same way that I do,

but please try to be mindful,

and recognise the sight,

that I sign up to copyscape

to protect my copyright.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Dying Days

03 Thursday May 2012

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anger, death, dying, longing, love, poetry, regret, remorse

The clock is loudly ticking,

as my life ebbs away.

I wonder how I will feel,

when it becomes my day?

Will I be filled with remorse,

for things I never did?

Will I experience regret,

for things I never said?

Will I be filled with anger,

for things I didn’t do?

Because the time just slipped

away, before I even knew.

Will I think about you,

as I’m taking my last breath?

Will you even be there,

as I walk towards my death?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sun Dial (Photo credit: Khirol Amir)

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

01 Tuesday May 2012

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broken, delusion, dreams, haunted, heart, heartbreak, illusion, memories, moon, nightmare, poetry, reality, shadow, shadows, silhouette, sleep, soliloquy, sun

I’m hiding in the shadows,

it’s where I long to be,

drifting into dreamscapes,

singing sad soliloquies.

I have my other life, you see?

I’ve lived it since a child;

It’s not quite real – that I know,

but I’ve lived it for a while.

The daytime is the hardest,

a cruel life chased by death;

but night time is so easy,

sleep brings immortal breath.

What’s real, what’s not?

Well who’s to say?

Each one its own delusion,

by night the moon –

by day the sun –

each life is an illusion.

Shadows play upon my mind,

ghosts welcome setting sun;

silhouettes of dreams gone by

half-lives, loves-lived, undone.

So let me go, and leave me be,

to live each night anew.

I’ll sing my sweet soliloquies,

while dreams bring me to you.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wilderness Years

30 Monday Apr 2012

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butterflies, cry, Daffodils, days, death, fleeting, longing, loss, memories, migrate, Mother, mourning, Mum, poetry, tears, wilderness

The Wilderness Years are over,

they are with us no more;

while birds migrate for winter time,

so Death has closed the door.

The days were, oh, so fleeting,

like butterflies in spring.

The time we spent together

made my lonely heart sing.

Shared memories of daffodils,

we laughed until we cried –

we cried until our tears ran dry,

I was ever by your side.

How could this have happened?

How could you leave this way?

I always think about us –

and mourn you every-day.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A show of daffodils by the A6091 Melrose bypass road These daffodils are on the northeast embankment of the A6091 near Melrose Roundabout. The verges of a 3km length of road from the roundabout to the eastern end of Melrose were planted with daffodils several years ago [562294]. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ego

30 Monday Apr 2012

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Buddhism, Ego, gold, poetry, Sunday best

I’ve taken my ego

out of its box.

I’ve taken it out,

and brushed it off.

I’m wearing it

for Sunday best;

multi-coloured –

like Joe’s vest.

My ego today

Is regal and bold;

given its colour

It would be gold!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

King

29 Sunday Apr 2012

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abuse, cruelty, fear, King, poetry, Princess, Queen, tears

What should I do?

When your words are law,

and you lie to me,

whilst living a fantasy.

I love to hear,

your romanticised tales,

your charisma and charm,

full of dangers that harm.

You’re rarely here –

gone for days at a time,

but I’m eagerly hoping

that you’ll come home soon.

So I wait in this castle,

alone and afraid;

the hunger it rages,

it goes on for days.

You call me your Princess,

and you are the King.

Your court it protects you –

you do what you want to.

You banished the Queen

in such a cruel way,

with lies and with hatred,

she’s forbidden to see me.

You call me names,

and you made me ashamed.

You’re meant to protect,

not hurt and neglect.

I am but a child.

I am only twelve.

Your Princess, your daughter,

why would you hurt me?

Your kingdom was cruel,

and your realm it was strong;

but the day that you died,

it fell with your lies.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The main gatehouse of Harlech Castle. The steps were originally a drawbridge. As well as this formidably defended entrance, the castle also had a fortified dock so that it could be supplied by sea. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Eyes

29 Sunday Apr 2012

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apologise, fantasize, longing, philosophise, poetry, romance, waiting

Fantasise

and cast your eyes

over the mysteries

of your life’s long dreams

Philosophise

see through the lies

that tie you down

and cause you pain

Hypnotise

those who criticise

show them the way

that you now pave

Apologise

to those by your side

for our foolish ways

that caused them pain

Romanticise

look through rose eyes

for one true love

who will hole you close

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Apologize (Photo credit: WolfS♡ul)

Broken Heart

28 Saturday Apr 2012

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broken, death, heart, heartbreak, loss, pain, poetry, tears

You take my heart and rip it out

you stamp it in the ground,

then toss it in the gutter

where it cannot be found.

You savage, you shred it,

until you see the blood.

You cast it off and kill it

and grind it in the mud.

I pick it up and wrap it,

I’ll take it home to keep,

for I will not be needing it,

I’ll bury it and weep.

My poor heart it is broken

You’ve left it all in tatters.

You walk away and leave it,

To you it doesn’t matter.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Black Heart (Photo credit: kreg.steppe)

Tea for Two

27 Friday Apr 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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free, heart, heartbreak, longing, love, tea, tears

Look in my eyes,

tell me you care.

Tell me the truth –

If you dare.

Don’t look away

from me again.

I know your heart,

I see your pain.

I know your mind,

I see your fear;

I look away

to hide my tears.

One day my friend,

we may be free,

to sit and talk,

and share some tea.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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