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My Boy

20 Wednesday May 2015

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Poetry

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alex Carr-Malcolm poetry, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, death, grief, My Boy, poetry, Police, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

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That is my boy.

 

The one you shot,

the one you smote,

the Bactrian one

whose back you broke.

 

That is my boy.

 

The one you left

for dead in a cell,

who jerked and seized,

you thought he signed well.

 

That is my boy.

 

The one who is Deaf,

frogmarched and chained,

not understood,

his language restrained.

 

That is my boy.

 

The one who is ill,

as you bore down on his chest,

you broke his heart,

along with the rest.

 

That is my boy.

 

The one who is black,

the one who is white,

the one left hanging,

in a cell out of sight.

 

That is my boy.

 

The one you shot,

the one you smote,

the Bactrian one

whose back you broke.

 

That is my boy,

and it is your boy too.

 

© My Boy 18.05.2015

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Picture Credit:https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/306667055852311916/

Picture Credit: Found on sliptalk.com

This art installation was erected by South African artist Marco Cianfanelli, stands on the spot where Nelson Mandela was arrested 50 years ago. The monument is constructed out of 50 separate steel bars to represent 50 years since the capture.

 

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Natural Order

07 Monday Apr 2014

Posted by Worldly Winds in Grief, Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, death, depression, grief, heartbreak, loss, love, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, Yorkshire poet

I have just heard about the sudden death of Peaches Geldof and it has saddened and shocked me. I am not posting a poem that I had mapped out for today. Instead I am reposting this poem which was written after the sudden loss of a young family member. Utter sympathy goes out to her family, children, and loved ones.

Dedicated to all those gone, too soon and too young –

Always in our hearts…

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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

Findlay’s spirit (Photo credit: beccaplusmolly)

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Enough!

15 Sunday Sep 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, depression, discontent, marriage, poetry, UK poet, Uk poetry, writing, Yorkshire poet

Parma oct 12 2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Enough!

I exclaim.

I’ve had enough!

I take a house brick

and lob it into the still water,

causing the matrimonial boat to capsize.

I am forty seven and I’ve had enough.

I will pout and stamp my foot

and wait for the waves

of discontent to wash

against my shoes.

Once and for all

I have had

Enough!

 

© Enough! 17.08.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Parma oct 12 2009 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

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Let Me Be

12 Friday Apr 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, napowrimo, peace, poetry, privacy, quiet, solitude, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Solitude

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

Solitude (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

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Violets

27 Wednesday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Death, Heartbreak, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, bruises, death, domestic abuse, domestic violence, dreams, heartbreak, loss, marriage, poetry, UK poet, violets, Yorkshire poet

English: Violets by the coast path This year s...

 

 

 

 

 

 

His pint glass half empty,

he’s nursing the blues;

always bitter, never mild,

flat cap and scuffed shoes.

 

She hoovers the house,

with stars in her hair,

sings to her muse,

thanks god he’s not there.

 

As he sits in the pub,

nursing his woes,

the footy is lost,

as the last whistle blows.

 

In her Primarni dress,

she scrubs hard the floor,

heart in her mouth,

dreads the key in the door.

 

He shuffles on home,

with her heart in his boots,

a belly of beer,

and a loin full of fruit.

 

She accepts his gift,

with the grace of a Queen,

a necklace of violets,

blacks, blues, and greens.

 

He broods and he dreams,

cultivating his grudge;

she’s stolen his youth,

this old, plain, drudge.

 

She lies stock-still

as the stars in the air.

He can no longer hurt,

what is no longer there.

 

© Violets 27.03.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Violets by the coast path This year seems to have been particularly good for violets. This is part of a bank also scattered with lesser celandine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Once Upon a Time

07 Friday Dec 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, Dagger, happy ever after, once upon a time, poetry, Relationships

English: Replica of a Viking Dagger by Sid Birt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He loves her,

her quirks amuse him,

if she is happy,

he is happy.

 

She loves him,

his idiosyncrasies endear,

if he is happy,

she is happy.

 

He knows physically,

he is King;

she knows mentally,

she is Queen.

 

Until,

one day…

just beyond,

the happy ever after…

 

Verbal daggers,

literal daggers,

it’s all the same,

what’s in a name?

 

© Once Upon a Time 07.12.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Replica of a Viking Dagger by Sid Birt (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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That Sinking Feeling

29 Thursday Nov 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Humour, Poetry

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abuse, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, arguing, divorce, domestic violence, poetry, separation

Lightning striking the Eiffel Tower

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How could you not realise?

Did you not think?

…that I would not notice,

we’re starting to sink.

Atmosphere’s electric,

could cut with a knife;

a lightning conductor,

where lightning strikes twice.

Our words are so crossed,

it’s a tangled up mess,

there’s really no hope,

we’re doomed! (More or less.)

So it’s pistols at dawn,

as we’re matched in a duel,

with our rapiers drawn,

adding fire to our fuel.

I know it’s no contest,

this match that we’re in;

like hell will you beat me,

I’m determined to win!

 

© That Sinking Feeling 29.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Lightning striking the Eiffel Tower (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 


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Are You Sitting Uncomfortably?

29 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Daily life, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, anger, poetry

Random

 

 

 

 

 

 

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)

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The Highs and Woes

28 Tuesday Aug 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, anger, broomstick, confidence, determination, frustration, goody two shoes, halo, poetry, school of hard knocks, witch

"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)

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Drama Queen

26 Thursday Jul 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Anger, Daily life, Poetry

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anger, drama queen, friendship, poetry

Monologist

Monologist (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You really are quite rude!

It is beyond the pale,

that all you do is bitch, and moan,

and rant to me, and wail!

 

Yet, I am quite astounded,

you never seem to learn,

you beg and plead,

for my advice…

then do what your heart yearns.

 

You never seem to listen,

to anything that’s said,

we swirl around,

the same merry-go-round,

you hurt my dizzy head!

 

For all these years I’ve known you,

I’ve come to realise,

you’re simply just,

a drama Queen,

with selfishness your vice!

 

© Drama Queen 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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