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Fallen Angels

13 Saturday Oct 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry

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Abandoned angels and displaced heroines,

wander this barren land;

perchance you’ll maybe come upon one,

travelling, book clasped, within pale hand.

When first glanced, you will know –

bewildered look upon their face,

complexion pallid, tousled hair,

delicate expression, looks, out of place.

To live within such modern times,

misplaced in space, and wrong dimension,

just biding time, and yearning for,

repatriation beyond ascension.

From classic novels and epic screens,

you’ll see them all, or so it seems,

just waiting, biding, patiently,

for a return from false sanctuary,

to fall within reel, or parchment pages,

from a long forgotten century.

 

© Fallen Angels 13.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)

Angels

07 Friday Sep 2012

Posted by in Loss, Poetry

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Broken Angel

 

 

 

 

 

An angel with,

a broken wing,

can be the most,

dangerous thing.

 

Hurt her once,

injure her thrice,

her heart one day,

will thaw like ice.

 

And once that hurt,

is healed and done,

she’ll fly from you,

up to the sun.

 

You’d better watch,

your back, I say,

lest she throw a,

thunderbolt your way!

 

© Angels  07.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Broken Angel (Photo credit: jae michie)

The Highs and Woes

28 Tuesday Aug 2012

Posted by in Anger, Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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"ODDS NIPPERKINS! cried Mother Bunch on h...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My heart it is broken,

my head is a mess,

my soul it is injured,

I’m still me, none the less.

 

I had a good go,

at living this life,

I’ve endured the woes,

and the troubles, and strife.

 

I’ve played by the rules,

and I’ve learned the hard way,

from the school of hard knocks,

but I never did stray.

 

Oh! I played it so safe…

wore my goody two shoes,

the obedient girl,

see my halo shine through?

 

Now, I stamp down my foot,

and the gloves they are off,

just watch this worm turn,

‘cause enough is enough!

 

I’ve polished my broomstick,

and I’m ready to fly,

the halo has gone,

as I take to the sky.

 

© Highs and Woes  28.08.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

“ODDS NIPPERKINS! cried Mother Bunch on her broomstick” for the letter o in Aldiborontiphoskyphorniostikos. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)