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Stuck with You

28 Wednesday Nov 2012

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Bluestar Ink October 2012 Desktop Calendar

 

 

 

 

Why am I so invisible?

you do not seem to see,

all the things I do for you,

I always meet your needs.

 

I know that when I talk to you,

I may as well be dead,

you do not hear a single thing,

that I have bloody said!

 

Is it that you do not care?

I find it hard to conceive,

that anything I mention,

you simply don’t believe.

 

We really aren’t compatible,

I know without a doubt,

one day I’ll take my boring self,

and get the hell right out!

 

Until that day I’m stuck with you,

and all your childish ways,

I’ll spread my wings and fly away,

(I’m marking off the days!)

 

© Stuck with you 28.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Bluestar Ink October 2012 Desktop Calendar (Photo credit: emily.bluestar)

 

Shame

27 Tuesday Nov 2012

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sad puppy [598]

 

 

 

 

Wear the heavy,

coat of shame,

as blame creeps in,

and calls your name.

 

Feel your face,

hot like the sun,

embarrassment burns,

humiliation!

 

Worldly winds,

are at their play,

pain, blame and shame,

bring infamy.

 

© Shame 27.11.12

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

sad puppy [598] (Photo credit: brianjmatis)

 

 

Emptiness

26 Monday Nov 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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Venus over Witton Lakes

 

 

 

 

 

With injured mood,

and heavy heart,

my mind does brood,

as soul departs,

from love ne’er found,

mere trickery,

of clocks o’er wound,

to life’s cruel frippery.

 

Nature’s folly,

plays the part,

as Venus mocks,

with thorned heart.

Hormones compound,

to taunt the soul,

where loneliness,

doeth fill the whole.

 

© Emptiness  26.11.12

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Venus over Witton Lakes (Photo credit: ringsofsaturnrock)

 

Fruity!

26 Monday Nov 2012

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fruit

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poisoned passion

Gooseberry green

Deceivingly disguised

Succulent strawberry

Translucent temptation

Tempestuous temptress

Romantic rhubarb

Tasting trickery

Fruity!

 

© Fruity 26.11.12

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

fruit (Photo credit: karen H. nickname.{ pooh})

 

Juxtaposition

24 Saturday Nov 2012

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night and day?

 

 

 

 

 

Two ends of the spectrum,

ne’er to meet,

beauty and wisdom,

in step just like feet;

as day and by night,

or sun and full moon,

with write and what’s left,

whoever would know,

if it was for the best.

 

© Juxtaposition 27.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

night and day? (Photo credit: 2.)

 

We’re sorry to announce…

14 Wednesday Nov 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry

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Isle of Wight - Steam Train

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stuck on a train,

delays again,

waiting’s a pain;

here comes the rain,

and I’m stuck on a train.

All that rushing in vain,

it’s always the same,

passengers complain,

as we’re stuck on the train,

watching the rain…

 

© We are sorry to announce… 14.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Isle of Wight – Steam Train (Photo credit: puritani35)

 

Natural Order

07 Wednesday Nov 2012

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Near The Sea Shore

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

Photo credit – Near The Sea Shore (Photo credit: Special Angels Photography                         (Tumbleweed))

 

 

Soldier On…

03 Saturday Nov 2012

Posted by in Humour, Poetry

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Farewell cruel world,

I’m leaving you,

it’s not a cold,

I’ve got the ‘flu.

 

It may well be,

my final breath,

my nose is red,

I feel like death.

 

Please don’t mourn,

when I am gone,

go on without me…

soldier on!

 

© Soldier On…  03.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit : http://9laughs.com/go-on-without-me/

 

I’ve got Chills

31 Wednesday Oct 2012

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English: Promethazine-codeine cough syrup

 

 

 

 

 

Heavy eyes,

heavy heart,

dragon throat,

sense departs,

fire in nose,

eyes, small holes,

cactus swallow,

bones feel hollow.

Seasonal cold,

I feel old…

ache – top to toes,

dripping nose.

 

That’s how it goes…

 

Want my duvet,

don’t feel groovy,

need my bed,

I feel half dead!

 

© I’ve got Chills 31.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Promethazine-codeine cough syrup (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Are You Sitting Uncomfortably?

29 Monday Oct 2012

Posted by in Anger, Daily life, Poetry

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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)