Child Within

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I see the child within you,

with your boyish short fair hair.

I hold my arms out to you

I want to show I care.

 

They may have left you

broken, bewildered and abused,

but I will never leave you

feeling neglected, sad and used.

 

You stand there like a ghost child,

one sock up and one half down.

too sad, too shy, too quiet,

Your face a pale, sad, frown.

 

Your little dress is crass and short,

your shoes are scuffed and worn,

your toys are few and far between,

your bear, one eyed and torn.

 

I see you quietly playing.

keep out the grown-ups way,

don’t let them know of what you think,

they cannot make you say.

 

Come  child, sit here upon my knee,

Let me soothe away the pain;

cry out your little heart to me

they can’t hurt you again.

 

Hush child, no need to cry,

I will wipe away your tears.

Just hold my hand and follow me,

I can soothe away your fears.

 

Hold strong, my love, rest in my arms;

be still and do not weep.

Listen to my lullaby

I’ll guard you whilst you sleep.

 

Be brave and bide your time Karen,

your future may be bright.

Hold the pain, the memories

take up your pen and write

 

© Child Within 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

Dreamtime

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Wide-lightening

I had a dream

and you were there;

I didn’t feel love,

but I did feel scared.

 

Oh so watchful

by your guarded gaze;

it was not love

that kissed the days.

 

I am a fool!

For all these years,

you don’t love me

or my wasted tears.

 

You are too scared

of what might be.

You have litte regard,

or respect for me.

 

It is all clear

and I see it so;

so why can’t I

just let go?

 

I’ve made you Master

to my slave.

It’s just the power

that you crave.

 

This will not end

of that I’m sure,

until one of us

is no more.

 

 

© Dreamtime 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Footprints

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Footprints

Stepping carefully

into the universe.

Walking soulfully

in rhyme and verse.

Deftly skipping

over puddles of pain.

Leaving no footprints

under my name.

 

 

© Footprints 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Footprints (Photo credit: cjsimmons)

Practising

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Statue of Buddha in Vietnam

Quiet in the Shrine room

sitting, silent, practising.

Birds call out and sing

the song of the Dharma.

 

A dog in the distance eulogises.

Sheep call for compassion;

the cows quiet,

contemplating,

ruminating

reflecting.

 

The rain hits the hollow roof.

The gentle, muffled, shuffle,

Of one who is suffering.

An offering of focus,

clarity and

love.

 

The singing bowl sings

The candle flickers

The incense spirals

Time for release.

 

 

© Practicing 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Broken

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Don’t try to fix me

I am broken.

Don’t try to save me now

my day has gone.

 

I live in memories,

dreams half remembered.

I am damaged,

smashed and undone.

 

I tried to fix me,

glue back the pieces;

some bits were missing

and some went back wrong.

 

Cry for the memory

of what could have been.

Weep for the history,

mostly unseen.

 

Grieve for the dream

of opportunity lost;

to reach full potential –

that life has gone.

 

 

© Broken 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Black Rose

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The last of the summer rays

blush gently on my cheek.

Tears fall like dew from the morning rose.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

I wear my heart upon my sleeve,

I also wear my rose.

Both are there for you to see.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

The last rose of summer cries.

The heart beats deathly slow.

The sun has set beneath the skies.

 

The flower blossoms,

the flower blooms.

Slowly it fades

as petals fall

one by one

the spirit

is gone.

 

 

© Black Rose 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Nightmare

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The dreams were vivid

The dreams were cruel

Woken from fitful sleep

The dreams were true

 

© Nightmare 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Let Me Be

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Daffodil field in South East Cornwall

Always watching – ever present,

never a moment of peace.

I long for the quiet,

the housewives dream;

no privacy, always eyes watching,

with a question or a request.

 

Leave me alone – let me be,

to read my books and write my words.

Let me listen to my music,

sad and soulful.

 

Let me sit in my garden

and watch the flowers

dance in the summer breeze.

Let me be -just for a while.

 

Stop watching, stop minding

and let me be.

Let me have my privacy.

 

Alone with my thought and memories.

Alone with my daydreams and visionaries.

 

Leave me in my solitude,

alone and in love with my dreams.

 

© Let Me Be 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Standing in the Shadow

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Moon shining over the sea

Standing in the shadow of this mood

no longer ruler of my emotions;

visited by ghosts of a bygone age

I cannot shake the stardust from my eyes.

The silence is deafening.

The memories blinding.

With heavy heart and a trail of tears,

I dream the dreams from all those years.

The diamond flash of a smile or a look,

the scent of a memory.

What will be?

Will it be at all?

A roller coaster ride of life,

not knowing what to expect;

not knowing how I’ll react.

You see the sun, but inside I’m the moon;

do you not see the mask behind the veil of tears,

do you care or even contemplate the consequences –

of doing nothing?

© Standing in the shadow 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Camping Capers

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I’m back from Devon,

I really am!

We stayed in a tent –

not a caravan!

 

They said it’d be cold,

I didn’t believe ‘em,

now I want to go home,

to my central heating.

 

The tent was fun,

it really was!

I really enjoyed it,

despite the frost.

 

The night was long,

we had power cuts;

we couldn’t do owt,

it drove us nuts!

 

The rain lashed down,

and the winds were a fright.

We sat and played Black Jack

on a cold, dark camp site.

 

I hated the night time,

I really did!

It was so flippin’ noisy,

sleep? – God forbid!

 

For hours at a time

the little ones whinged.

All the drunks they sang songs,

whilst the sober ones cringed.

 

Early morning was quiet.

No – I lied,  it was not!

The babies would bawl

to get out of their cot.

 

The mud was fun

as we took down the tent;

the rain not so much,

and I started to vent!

 

A six hour trip

and now we are near.

Was it all worth it –

shall we do it next year?

 

 

© Camping Capers 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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