Alice

09 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Death, Deep Stuff!, Sanity

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alice, Alice in Wonderland, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Buddhism, delusion, Hatter, poetry, truth, UK poet, White Rabbit, Yorkshire poet

Don’t cry, said Alice,

it’s all a game,

life and death,

it’s all the same.

Don’t be fooled,

it’s all illusion,

don’t believe,

your own delusion.

Look in the mirror,

what do you see?

a collection of habits,

that I call, ‘Me’.

Step through the mirror,

beyond the girl,

and look into,

another world.

Experience,

is one third true,

but only for,

the reflected you.

So don’t believe,

all that you feel,

the crux of life –

nothing is real.

So, White Rabbit,

I would say,

there is no point,

to run away…

and Hatter, dear,

we’re all quite mad,

pour the tea,

and don’t be sad.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Alice’s Abenteuer im Wunderland Übersetzer: Antonie Zimmermann Orginal Titel: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Illustrationen: John Tenniel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Eyes Down

09 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Sanity

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, depression, mental health, Mortal sin, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Shhh, don’t tell

don’t let on

that you’re in hell

hush now

Your lips are pursed

don’t tell the doctor

or the nurse

eyes down

What lurks within

can’t be without

masked by a grin

and bear it

So well hidden

the mortal sin

guilt well ridden

(Angels don’t sing)

The mask of norm

slips on by

distorts the form

stiff upper lip

Word to the wise

soured apple

of your eyes

windowless soul

Darkness falls

eclipses all

no voice can call

chin up

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Broken Reflection (Photo credit: shinealight)

The Irresponsible Lotus

03 Sunday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Humour, Nature, Poetry, Worldly Winds

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Buddhism, development, habits, lotus, mud, poetry, rebirth, spiritual death, spiritual growth, spiritual rebirth, stuck, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

The irresponsible lotus,

refused to flourish or bloom,

stuck his head

right in the mud,

and waited,

for monsoon.

He wallowed and protested,

Ostrich like – he did!

Regressed, decayed, and festered,

in ignorance he hid.

‘til one day came the sunshine,

of which he couldn’t ignore,

it beamed on him,

and warmed him,

and coaxed him from the floor.

He lifted up his stubborn head,

with squinting dusty eyes,

he blinked and stretched,

and relished it,

he felt so quite alive!

The rays of warm compassion,

a catalyst did start,

the more he grew,

the more he knew,

this was meant to be.

He blossomed and he opened,

his waxy tight bud heart,

he raised his head,

toward the sky,

and it set himself apart.

No longer dwelling,

in the mud,

irresponsibly –

the sun shone strong,

and so did he,

for all around to see.

His radiance and his beauty,

apparent majesty,

admired by all who saw him,

brought calm and clarity.

The moral of this story,

may be plain to all,

of the irresponsible lotus,

who answered nature’s call.

Please never judge a lotus,

that may be stuck in mud,

it just needs a little sunshine,

to coax open,

its heart bud.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Trivandrum, India (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The i’s and Ears

02 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, humour, iphone, ipod, poetry, trains, travel, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

I’m at the station,

feeling impatient,

wanting to get on my way.

Announcement says,

there’s been delays,

engineering works causing affray.

The platform’s changed,

I’m turning deranged,

as I sprint to platform eight.

I just catch my train,

(these connections a pain)

we finally get on our way.

A seat on my own,

I pull out my tome,

absorbed in a classic romance.

‘til the people alight,

someone sits by my side,

with ipod and ears plugged in.

I huff and I puff,

at the jangly stuff,

a tinny annoying old din.

Mr Darcy must wait,

as distracted, I hate

to gaze through the window instead.

I seethe and I fume,

unintelligible tunes,

wishing their batteries were dead!

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Most Humorous, Senior Superlatives, Fayetteville High School, 1960 (Photo credit: North Carolina Digital Heritage Center)

Silence

01 Friday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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communication, poetry, silence, Uk poetry, waiting, waiting and longing, Yorkshire poet

Not a word,

not a word,

you do not grace me,

within, without,

I wait,

with sullen pout.

My fate,

my fate,

How can it be?

So silently;

you give me,

not a thought,

not a thought.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Silence (Photo credit: requiemm)

A Big Old Hug

23 Saturday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Poetry

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anthology, appreciation, poetry, support, Thank you, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Thank you everyone for continuing to visit my page. I apologise for my lack of activity. I have been working on my first anthology. I’m sorting out the last twiddly bits and hope to be releasing it in the next few weeks – watch this space!

In the mean time – here is a golden oldie. Thank you for supporting, inspiring and taking the time to visit, I really do appreciate it! Alex 🙂

I’m sorry if I don’t get to you,

I apologise, I’m slow,

four hundred plus emails,

my inbox about to blow!

I know I’m not quite regular,

at times I can be slack;

I promise I’ll try to visit you,

and leave a message back!

The spam thing – what’s all that about?

Messages, I just don’t get??

Enlarge my what?!! Increase my stats?!

Delete, delete, forget!!

I try my best, I really do,

so many blogs to read,

It’s becoming like a full time job,

an assistant, I so need!

I’d like to say to everyone,

who’s liked or followed me,

to each I’d give a big old hug,

you’ve all inspired me!!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit: Limited edition A cover (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Old Gunner

21 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry, Political

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, class system, class war, gunner, poetry, tax, tax avoidance, UK poet, Yorkshire accent, Yorkshire poet

The Old Gunner

Last one to go down

Fighting hard

A shooting star

Bucks the trend

Yet to what end?

Keep your feet to the fire

Squash the poor man down

Loopholes and promises

It’s gunner change

It’s gunner end

Taxing the senses

Try hard to pretend

Banking your pence’s

And yet to what end?

Ground moonbeams roasted

And fed to the masses

Who don’t ask questions

Morals and molasses

Standoff at Dodge City

Ten paces at dawn

Ethical genocide

Battle lines drawn

Highway robbery

Caffeine snobbery

Dead man’s boots

Amazonian roots

The Old Gunner

Last one to go down

Fighting hard

A shooting star

Bucks the trend

Yet to what end?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Cowboy (Photo credit: Kevin Zollman)

Gossamer Dreams

11 Monday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds 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.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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Counting the Stars

10 Sunday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Grief, Heartbreak, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, betrayal, broken heart, daemons, heartbreak, longing, loss, memories, poetry, stars, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Bury my heart upon the hill,

So I can count the stars,

deafened by my silent rage,

the world’s a critic and life’s a stage,

you sent me to an early grave,

to dance with my daemons,

in a barbed wedding gown,

you broke my crown,

and lowered me down,

so I can haunt the stars.

How dare you call my name,

when you are broken too,

more damaged and fragile than I,

I hope I made you cry,

in that balmy summertime,

occupy my body and mind,

I’ll bury my heart on the hill,

so I can dream of the stars.

Dedicated to my dear cousin Alan – may you rest in peace – you will be missed, I hope you can dance with the stars.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Stars over Sea (Photo credit: overgraeme)

September Skies

08 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Nature, Poetry

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, clouds, poetry, seasons, September, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Scudding clouds,

September skies,

sleeping shrubs,

trees heave sighs,

for winter comes,

with amber sun,

scudding clouds,

signal summer’s,

done.

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: the forests in new hampshire in autumn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Tag Archives: poetry

Alice

Eyes Down

The Irresponsible Lotus

The i’s and Ears

Silence

A Big Old Hug

The Old Gunner

Gossamer Dreams

Counting the Stars

September Skies

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