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Eyes Down

09 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Sanity

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, depression, mental health, Mortal sin, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Broken Reflection

 

 

 

 

 

Shhh, don’t tell

don’t let on

that you’re in hell

hush now

 

Your lips are pursed

don’t tell the doctor

or the nurse

eyes down

 

What lurks within

can’t be without

masked by a grin

and bear it

 

So well hidden

the mortal sin

guilt well ridden

(Angels don’t sing)

 

The mask of norm

slips on by

distorts the form

stiff upper lip

 

Word to the wise

soured apple

of your eyes

windowless soul

 

Darkness falls

eclipses all

no voice can call

chin up

 

© Eyes Down 07.03.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Broken Reflection (Photo credit: shinealight)

 

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The Irresponsible Lotus

03 Sunday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Humour, Nature, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, development, habits, lotus, mud, poetry, rebirth, spiritual death, spiritual growth, spiritual rebirth, stuck, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Trivandrum, India

 

 

 

 

 

 

The irresponsible lotus,

refused to flourish or bloom,

stuck his head

right in the mud,

and waited,

for monsoon.

He wallowed and protested,

Ostrich like – he did!

Regressed, decayed, and festered,

in ignorance he hid.

 

‘til one day came the sunshine,

of which he couldn’t ignore,

it beamed on him,

and warmed him,

and coaxed him from the floor.

He lifted up his stubborn head,

with squinting dusty eyes,

he blinked and stretched,

and relished it,

he felt so quite alive!

 

The rays of warm compassion,

a catalyst did start,

the more he grew,

the more he knew,

this was meant to be.

He blossomed and he opened,

his waxy tight bud heart,

he raised his head,

toward the sky,

and it set himself apart.

 

No longer dwelling,

in the mud,

irresponsibly –

the sun shone strong,

and so did he,

for all around to see.

His radiance and his beauty,

apparent majesty,

admired by all who saw him,

brought calm and clarity.

 

The moral of this story,

may be plain to all,

of the irresponsible lotus,

who answered nature’s call.

Please never judge a lotus,

that may be stuck in mud,

it just needs a little sunshine,

to coax open,

its heart bud.

 

© The Irresponsible Lotus 03.03.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Trivandrum, India (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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The i’s and Ears

02 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, iphone, ipod, poetry, trains, travel, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Most Humorous, Senior Superlatives, Fayettevil...

 

 

 

 

 

I’m at the station,

feeling impatient,

wanting to get on my way.

 

Announcement says,

there’s been delays,

engineering works causing affray.

 

The platform’s changed,

I’m turning deranged,

as I sprint to platform eight.

 

I just catch my train,

(these connections a pain)

we finally get on our way.

 

A seat on my own,

I pull out my tome,

absorbed in a classic romance.

 

‘til the people alight,

someone sits by my side,

with ipod and ears plugged in.

 

I huff and I puff,

at the jangly stuff,

a tinny annoying old din.

 

Mr Darcy must wait,

as distracted, I hate

to gaze through the window instead.

 

I seethe and I fume,

unintelligible tunes,

wishing their batteries were dead!

 

© The i’s and Ears 02.03.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Most Humorous, Senior Superlatives, Fayetteville High School, 1960 (Photo credit: North Carolina Digital Heritage Center)

 

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The Old Gunner

21 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry, Political

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, class system, class war, gunner, poetry, tax, tax avoidance, UK poet, Yorkshire accent, Yorkshire poet

Cowboy

 

 

 

 

The Old Gunner

Last one to go down

Fighting hard

A shooting star

Bucks the trend

Yet to what end?

Keep your feet to the fire

Squash the poor man down

Loopholes and promises

It’s gunner change

It’s gunner end

Taxing the senses

Try hard to pretend

Banking your pence’s

And yet to what end?

Ground moonbeams roasted

And fed to the masses

Who don’t ask questions

Morals and molasses

Standoff at Dodge City

Ten paces at dawn

Ethical genocide

Battle lines drawn

Highway robbery

Caffeine snobbery

Dead man’s boots

Amazonian roots

The Old Gunner

Last one to go down

Fighting hard

A shooting star

Bucks the trend

Yet to what end?

 

© The Old Gunner 21.02.2013

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Cowboy (Photo credit: Kevin Zollman)

 

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Gossamer Dreams

11 Monday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Muse

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, muse, poetry, sleep, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet

00ndreams-2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Betwixt and between,

the poem and the dream,

the light and the night,

flows the unconscious stream.

 

Words play in my head,

from the land of the dead,

the stars and the moon,

hold the gossamer thread.

 

© Gossamer Dreams 11.02.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit – unknown – if this is your picture and you want it removed or credited to you, please do not hesitate to contact me.

 

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Counting the Stars

10 Sunday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, betrayal, broken heart, daemons, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, poetry, stars, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Stars over Sea

 

 

 

 

Bury my heart upon the hill,

So I can count the stars,

deafened by my silent rage,

the world’s a critic and life’s a stage,

you sent me to an early grave,

to dance with my daemons,

in a barbed wedding gown,

you broke my crown,

and lowered me down,

so I can haunt the stars.

How dare you call my name,

when you are broken too,

more damaged and fragile than I,

I hope I made you cry,

in that balmy summertime,

occupy my body and mind,

I’ll bury my heart on the hill,

so I can dream of the stars.

 

Dedicated to my dear cousin Alan – may you rest in peace – you will be missed, I hope you can dance with the stars.

© Counting the Stars  10.02.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Stars over Sea (Photo credit: overgraeme)

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September Skies

08 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Nature, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, clouds, poetry, seasons, September, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

English: the forests in new hampshire in autumn

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scudding clouds,

September skies,

sleeping shrubs,

trees heave sighs,

for winter comes,

with amber sun,

scudding clouds,

signal summer’s,

done.

 

© September Skies

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: the forests in new hampshire in autumn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Carefree

08 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Childhood Memories, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, carefree, childhood, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

children playing in the fountain

 

 

 

 

 

Touching tree tops,

tasting God,

climbing hillocks,

kiss the clod.

 

© Carefree 08.02.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Mother’s Watch

07 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Grief, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry

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ageing, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, death, grief, longing, loss, memories, poetry, remembrance, time, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922

 

 

 

 

 

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

It shouldn’t be here,

it should be there,

I have her face,

I have her hair,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

The time flies by,

I grieve each day,

bequeathed to me,

time slips away,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

I smell the strap,

for scent of her,

but ‘tis long gone,

no trace is there,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

Our hands the same,

as time moves on,

just memories,

her voice is gone,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

The days slide by,

my treasured piece,

reminds of times,

and death’s release,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

Each tick from you,

I further slip,

each tock to you,

a step I skip,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

Tick tock, tick tock,

my mother’s watch,

upon my arm,

tick tock, tick tock.

 

© Mother’s Watch  07.02.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Britannic Ladies Watch Bracelet Ad, 1922 (Photo credit: DominusVobiscum)

 

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Bohemian

02 Saturday Feb 2013

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

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, ambience, barista, bohemian, classical guitar, longing, loss, memories, muse, poetry, snow, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Classical Head by Pablo Picasso

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sip my tea

In the cafe bar

He sits and picks

Classical guitar

 

Snow flutters down

Ambience imbued

Johan Sebastian

As the barista brews

 

Behind the pillar

I sit and muse

Of times gone by

And heart beats used

 

I solitary sit

In the cafe bar

He sits and strums

Classical guitar

 

© Bohemian 02.02.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Classical Head by Pablo Picasso (Photo credit: cliff1066™)

 

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