26 Monday Nov 2012
Posted in Poetry
Poisoned passion
Gooseberry green
Deceivingly disguised
Succulent strawberry
Translucent temptation
Tempestuous temptress
Romantic rhubarb
Tasting trickery
Fruity!
© Fruity 26.11.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
fruit (Photo credit: karen H. nickname.{ pooh})
24 Saturday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
Two ends of the spectrum,
ne’er to meet,
beauty and wisdom,
in step just like feet;
as day and by night,
or sun and full moon,
with write and what’s left,
whoever would know,
if it was for the best.
© Juxtaposition 27.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
night and day? (Photo credit: 2.)
14 Wednesday Nov 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
Stuck on a train,
delays again,
waiting’s a pain;
here comes the rain,
and I’m stuck on a train.
All that rushing in vain,
it’s always the same,
passengers complain,
as we’re stuck on the train,
watching the rain…
© We are sorry to announce… 14.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Isle of Wight – Steam Train (Photo credit: puritani35)
07 Wednesday Nov 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
How can it be?
When it is not natural.
Not this way,
from the blind side.
How can it be?
Order?
When it is out of order,
out of the ordinary,
extra ordinary.
You oxymoron,
natural order.
How can it be?
© Natural Order 07.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit – Near The Sea Shore (Photo credit: Special Angels Photography (Tumbleweed))
03 Saturday Nov 2012
Farewell cruel world,
I’m leaving you,
it’s not a cold,
I’ve got the ‘flu.
It may well be,
my final breath,
my nose is red,
I feel like death.
Please don’t mourn,
when I am gone,
go on without me…
soldier on!
© Soldier On… 03.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit : http://9laughs.com/go-on-without-me/
31 Wednesday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Heavy eyes,
heavy heart,
dragon throat,
sense departs,
fire in nose,
eyes, small holes,
cactus swallow,
bones feel hollow.
Seasonal cold,
I feel old…
ache – top to toes,
dripping nose.
That’s how it goes…
Want my duvet,
don’t feel groovy,
need my bed,
I feel half dead!
© I’ve got Chills 31.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: Promethazine-codeine cough syrup (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
29 Monday Oct 2012
Posted in Anger, Daily life, Poetry
Are you sitting uncomfortably?
Do I make you squirm?
Am I showing you up,
as a spineless cowardly worm?
Do my eyes pierce to your soul?
Can I see right through?
I am not so green to,
all the crap you do.
I do not have knitted brows,
from all the wool you tried to pull.
All the bull, you’ve chatted crap,
the manure heap now is full.
You’ve pulled some stunts,
within your time,
and this one is a flanker;
I didn’t think you’d stoop that low,
you really are a canker.
© Are you Sitting Uncomfortably 29.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Random (Photo credit: Photos o’ Randomness)
25 Thursday Oct 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, birthday bumps, birthday cake, candles, celebration, champagne, happy birthday, humour, poetry
It’s my birthday today,
and I’m in a good mood.
I’m out for the day,
for some wine and good food.
I still feel quite young,
though my mirror would scoff;
I feel twenty three,
erm… excuse me – don’t laugh!
I’ve got a few pressies,
I’ll be staying up late,
I’m hoping there’ll be,
Champagne and a cake.
We might skip the candles,
as there’d be quite a few,
I don’t fancy a lift,
from the local fire crew!
I hope you’ve enjoyed,
my celebratory poem,
it’s just a cunning way,
to get my birthday known!
You can send me good wishes,
for my special day,
but please – no bumps….
or we’ll be here all day!!
© Hip Hip Hooray 25.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Candles spell out the traditional English birthday greeting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
23 Tuesday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
The verses I write,
from events that I see,
might not be your,
cup of rosy hot tea!
Not being clever,
don’t write to impress,
not for the glory,
or the fame of success.
I like to connect,
to thrill and inspire,
I don’t write of love,
all that passion and fire…
My lines are quite plain,
not obscure or sublime,
just everyday stuff,
caught up in a line.
If I am lucky,
I might make you think,
to stop and to ponder,
just before your next blink.
I hope that you feel,
you could do this too,
so pick up a pen,
and give it a go!
© Penning Poems 23.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Writing journal (Photo credit: avrdreamer)
22 Monday Oct 2012
Posted in Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, change, death, impermanence, poetry, seasons, teardrops, winter
Amber autumn,
carpets the ground,
teardrop leaves,
fluttering down.
Her beauty has faded,
her season is gone,
the harshness reflected,
in the cold winter sun.
Summer swifts sing,
their final love song,
as they take to the wing,
they no longer belong.
She weeps tears of petals,
as her dreams decompose,
her lover has left her,
to winter’s repose.
© A Little Decomposition 22.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Sophy, centre, in Autumn Leaves. Alice Gray is on the left. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 