Mum

05 Thursday Apr 2012

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For my Mum…

 

I looked through the window,

I thought I saw you;

just a hint of a memory

that I wanted to view.

 

A past life once lived;

a deep memory pain.

I had to control myself

from calling your name.

 

Her walk was all wrong

and her hair, not the same,

but she had the same clothes

as I saw in my dream.

 

I followed behind her

and hoped to see

that it really was you

as you used to be.

 

I knew it was futile

and couldn’t be true;

you’ve been gone these six years,

it couldn’t be you.

 

© Mum 2012

Alexandra Carr-Malcolm 2012

 

The Queen’s Dreams

04 Wednesday Apr 2012

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Queen of United Kingdom (as well as Canada, Australia, and other Commonwealth realms) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Queen sat on her regal throne,

surveying all she could see;

(but really all she wanted

was a lovely cup of tea.)

 

Crowds were waiting with baited breath,

the flags were all a flutter.

Cameras flashed from left to right

(Tea with scones and some butter!)

 

Reporters pushed and jostled the crowd;

Policeman guarded the path,

visitors cheered and children waved

(after tea, a bubble bath?)

 

Back home at the palace, all alone

she kicked off her royal shoes,

sank into her favourite comfy chair

(and wiggled her aching toes)

 

Hither and thither the corgis scamper,

pleased to be back at home –

Emma, Linnet, Holly, and Willow

(Oh for some time alone!)

 

The Queen was tired and went to bed,

she snuggled down to rest;

thinking of the day’s events

(My job is just the best!)

 

© The Queen’s Dreams

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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Welsh Corgi (Photo credit: sⓘndy°)

Distant Shores

03 Tuesday Apr 2012

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Ship in the Stormy Sea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold cruel sea, mocking and teasing.

Ice flows through your veins;

no compassion – thought or deed,

You are filled with your world – selfish ways.

 

I can no longer steer my boat upon you,

nor dock upon your shores.

I have no desire to swim within,

or fight your foolish wars.

 

I long to be free, to be free like the Gull

to fly high to the warmth of the sun.

Escape far away from your cruel cold swell,

how I long for that day to come.

 

But like my boat, I’m weighed with anchor,

an anchor bound with chains.

I hope that one day I’ll break free and fly,

away from these worldly pains

 

‘til then I’m chained and I’m grounded,

slave to your wax and your wane;

my hatred and fears are well founded,

a victim to man-made pain.

 

© Distant Shores 03.04.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Waiting

02 Monday Apr 2012

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Tiger cub (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can sit and lament.

I could stand and fight.

I prefer to watch and do neither;

but it will not come,

and I cannot find it.

So, I’ll just sit and wait…

 

© Waiting 02.04.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Rainbow Dark

31 Saturday Mar 2012

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The Rainbow of my teenage dreams,

colours abound ~ reds, golds and greens.

You’re deadly real, but not quite there,

can’t be held, we can but stare.

We don’t all see the same stormed arc;

my beautiful, beautiful Rainbow Dark.

 

 

© Rainbow Dark 31/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photograph from *http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/feeds/17368681

The Swallow’s Farewell

27 Tuesday Mar 2012

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You took my dreams;

 

The swallows of my autumn years,

and banished them without a care.

You defiled and destroyed their virgin flight,

ones that remained have migrated to the winter sun.

 

So hopeful and fresh in the youth of their summer state;

but summer soon passed, and I did not see it happen.

The leaves of youth have fallen and…

the sorrow of winter tears cover them in frost.

I still hear their distant cries,

and the smell of their season.

 

I have their memories and the calls of their summer song.

So long departed, so far away, but…

I still feel the warmth of their summer.

Goodbye my Swallow friends, may you find

your dreams on a distant shore.

Dreams that are not mine, but can be lived,

once more…

 

© The Swallow’s Farewell 27/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

Violet-green Swallow - Tachycineta thalassina

Violet-green Swallow – Tachycineta thalassina (Photo credit: slobirdr)

The Moon and the Vine

24 Saturday Mar 2012

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The moon and the vine.

I show the shadows of your life;

you grow, and you smother.

I hide, my shadows cover

what I ought to be.

Do you not see the chill of my light,

reality shown cold and bright?

Tranquillity is my solace,

loneliness my best friend.

Leave me to counsel the stars,

and I will leave you to clothe the earth.

 

© The Moon and the Vine 24/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Grandma

17 Saturday Mar 2012

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Grandma
I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?

Your gate had gone.
The rooms were dark,
and walls looked stark,
no longer your home.

The door now green;
the windows shed tears,
for all those years,
of happiness no longer seen.

The men still guard,
the lion’s road,
from days of old.
Sweet memories hard.

I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?

© Grandma 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The Cat Sat on the Mat

12 Monday Mar 2012

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Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Cat.

Is herding cats quite possible?

I ponder; be philosophical!

 

Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Puma.

Sleek and slick and lurking,

my fantasies still flirting!

 

Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Tiger.

Hunting prey and stalking,

when do the thoughts stop talking?

 

Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like an Ocelot.

No reason to this rhyme,

but to highlight I cough a lot!

 

Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Lion.

Ferocious and unstoppable,

Enlightenment quite possible!

 

 

© The Cat sat on the Mat 12/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Paramour

06 Tuesday Mar 2012

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Within my mind I see your face,

still haunted by the sound of your laughter,

recalling the warmth of your sweet embrace.

 

All these I carry within my heart.

 

See my head turn as I hear your name,

watch my heart break when you touch my dreams,

the tears that burn with the memory pain.

 

All these I carry within my heart.

My lovely, lovely, paramour.

 

 

© Paramour 06/03/2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm