17 Wednesday Apr 2013
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, muse, poems, poetry, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
I’m in a tangle
I’m in a muddle
I have two poems
mixed up in a fuddle
I cannot part them
I try but they don’t
I tease and I prune
they simply just won’t
I’ve tried all that I can
I admit that alas
they’re conjoined forever
they’re really stuck fast
© Fuddle 17.04.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
kittentastic (Photo credit: Alicakes*)
11 Monday Feb 2013
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Muse
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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dreams, muse, poetry, sleep, UK poet, writing, Yorkshire poet
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
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02 Saturday Feb 2013
Posted 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
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™)
28 Monday Jan 2013
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Graphite sticks propelling poems,
Indian white erasing Koans,
Faber’s fables etching easels,
pencil led creating castells;
without my scribe,
where would I be,
blotted books,
anonymity.
© Propelling Poems 28.01.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
辉柏嘉（Faber-Castell）铅笔与橡皮 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Melodious mantra,
mellifluous muse,
oh how you tease,
with your will to refuse.
© Muse 05.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hesiod and the Muse (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
I sit at my desk,
the whole house a mess,
pen gripped in my teeth,
musing.
Formed feelings I know,
as the words start to flow,
and I tap at the keys,
making verses.
Sometimes the poems spring,
from the deepness within,
some syllabic style skill,
weaving words.
The craft I possess,
with gymnastic prowess,
and a rhythmical rhyme.
Exhalation!
© Musing 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
05 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
I Wish….
I have a list of dreams to fill,
before my time is through;
although they may seem fanciful,
I wish they will come true.
I want to be an artist,
on the riverbank of life.
To wear a smock and sip champagne,
whilst painting with my knife.
I want to write a book or two –
a literary success!
A story of my coloured life,
upon the library shelf.
To be a renowned poetess,
publish a rhyme or two.
To find my muse in poetry,
and fall in love with you.
I’d like to write a sad song,
that makes the toughest weep,
to be played at all the funerals,
as the coffin is lowered deep.
I want to live just by the sea,
in a white house with a view
of waves that crash upon the shores,
where I could stand with you.
Most of all, be in your arms
and spend with you some time,
gazing at the moonlit stars,
whilst sipping white chilled wine.
© I Wish 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Right to the sea (Photo credit: christing-O-)
Worldly Winds 