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Paramour

11 Tuesday Mar 2014

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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

 

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Even When…

17 Friday May 2013

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English: Sunset at Porto Covo, west coast of P...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even when…

you’re with her,

she’s all alone.

Even when…

you dream of her,

she’s gone.

Even when…

you kiss her,

you’re not the one.

 

© Even When… 17.05.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Sunset at Porto Covo, west coast of Portugal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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The Heart of the House

04 Thursday Oct 2012

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Birds in a row

 

 

The day you left,

and walked out the door,

the heart of the house,

beat no more.

 

You took the flame,

right out of the fire,

clouds cuddled the sun,

and the moon did cry.

 

The birds they fell silent,

respecting the day,

when you walked out the door,

and went far away.

 

© The Heart of the House 04.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Birds in a row (Photo credit: The Wren Design)

Empty Nest

04 Tuesday Sep 2012

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English: Female robin cleaning the nest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How can the sea,

leave the shore?

How can the moon,

the stars ignore?

 

How can I live,

without my heart,

and grieve for you,

whilst we’re apart?

 

How can my sun,

no longer shine?

I will not see,

sunrise sublime.

 

How can the word,

without the book,

the empty nest,

without the rook.

 

How can the empty

space be filled?

By graduations,

new lives rebuild.

 

© Empty Nest 04.09.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Female robin cleaning the nest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cock-a-Snoot

08 Wednesday Aug 2012

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You rang m'lord

 

 

 

 

You rush on by,

in your pinstripe suit;

look down on me,

nose, cock-a-snoot.

 

Do you know,

who I really am?

I am richer,

than any man.

 

You may have millions,

stashed away,

some off-shore bank,

for a rainy day.

 

But take a look,

closely examine,

open up you heart,

what lies within?

 

I may not have money,

to match your wealth,

but I do have love,

and that’s something else!

 

For all your riches,

stocks and shares,

I live my life,

with no worries, or cares.

 

© Cock-a-Snoot 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

You rang m’lord (Photo credit: venturout)

Eight Lilies

05 Tuesday Jun 2012

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Lilium longiflorum are usually called Easter L...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eight Lilies of remembrance,

stand to mark the way.

Eight lilies, one for each of you,

respect and honour the day;

to show that I still think of you,

though that day is done,

each lily marks a bygone past,

from a lifetime that is gone.

 

I smell their sweet thick lily scent,

It makes me think of you;

with fondest memories in my heart,

and tears that are now few.

No longer living in my world,

It is as though you’re dead.

The lilies are memorial,

to words still left unsaid.

 

© Eight Lilies 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sorrow

26 Saturday May 2012

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English: A very quiet picture, could be used t...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are together you and I,

destined to be conjoined.

We cannot part,

though I have tried –

two sides of the same coin.

 

You have your demons,

I have mine,

our paths not meant to cross,

parted from our distant poles,

without you I am lost.

 

Your heart refrains my harmony,

our breath is intertwined,

your dreams haunt mine,

I shadow yours,

you dwell within my mind.

 

Our souls can’t be dissevered,

but neither can they join;

we are from different planets,

defying space and time.

 

 

© Sorrow 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Daemons

26 Saturday May 2012

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"I carry your heart with me. (I carry it ...

 

 

 

 

 

You think you are the King of me,

I am not scared of you.

I’ll stand my ground, as I am strong;

a core of steel runs through.

 

Whatever daemons you may throw,

I’ll match them with mine own.

You can’t usurp the Queen of pain,

her heart is made of stone.

 

© Daemons 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

“I carry your heart with me. (I carry it in my heart.)” ~ e.e. cummings (Photo credit: EraPhernalia Vintage . . . (playin’ hook-y ;o))

Fair Days and Foul

24 Thursday May 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Humour, Love, Poetry

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A waltzer in motion. The operator walks the bo...

 

 

 

 

 

 

My tummy feels like summer,

or a giggle just set free,

like a flitter of lairy butterflies,

and a swarm of buzzy bees.

 

My heart beats to the rhythm,

of girls who jump the rope,

bouncing like a bright beach ball,

shown on some Oscilloscope.

 

My mind spins like the waltzer,

at a gaily lit up fair.

My head is full of candy floss,

and kites that surf the air.

 

If I could catch the essence,

and save a jar or two,

I’d keep them in my cupboard,

for when I’m feeling blue.

 

 

© Fair Days and Foul 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A waltzer in motion. The operator walks the boards to spin the cars (Photo credit: Wikipedia)