Hip Hip Hooray!

25 Thursday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Birthday, birthday bumps, birthday cake, candles, celebration, champagne, happy birthday, humour, poetry

It’s my birthday today,

and I’m in a good mood.

I’m out for the day,

for some wine and good food.

I still feel quite young,

though my mirror would scoff;

I feel twenty three,

erm… excuse me – don’t laugh!

I’ve got a few pressies,

I’ll be staying up late,

I’m hoping there’ll be,

Champagne and a cake.

We might skip the candles,

as there’d be quite a few,

I don’t fancy a lift,

from the local fire crew!

I hope you’ve enjoyed,

my celebratory poem,

it’s just a cunning way,

to get my birthday known!

You can send me good wishes,

for my special day,

but please – no bumps….

or we’ll be here all day!!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Candles spell out the traditional English birthday greeting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Penning Poems

23 Tuesday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, inspiration, love poems, poetry, simplicity, verses, writing

The verses I write,

from events that I see,

might not be your,

cup of rosy hot tea!

Not being clever,

don’t write to impress,

not for the glory,

or the fame of success.

I like to connect,

to thrill and inspire,

I don’t write of love,

all that passion and fire…

My lines are quite plain,

not obscure or sublime,

just everyday stuff,

caught up in a line.

If I am lucky,

I might make you think,

to stop and to ponder,

just before your next blink.

I hope that you feel,

you could do this too,

so pick up a pen,

and give it a go!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Writing journal (Photo credit: avrdreamer)

A Little Decomposition

22 Monday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, change, death, impermanence, poetry, seasons, teardrops, winter

Amber autumn,

carpets the ground,

teardrop leaves,

fluttering down.

Her beauty has faded,

her season is gone,

the harshness reflected,

in the cold winter sun.

Summer swifts sing,

their final love song,

as they take to the wing,

they no longer belong.

She weeps tears of petals,

as her dreams decompose,

her lover has left her,

to winter’s repose.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sophy, centre, in Autumn Leaves. Alice Gray is on the left. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Odd One Out

18 Thursday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, introvert, odd one out, poetry, shyness

There is something wrong,

a part of me’s broke,

it’s true, I’m not messing,

it’s really no joke!

I’ve known for a while now,

without much real doubt,

when I was created,

they missed a bit out.

You know how I know?

It’s quite simple, you see,

the odd one out,

It is always me!

I stand in a room,

full of people – and me,

they talk and they chatter,

I’m as quiet as could be.

I feel quiet, and awkward,

don’t know what to say,

I try to join in,

but feel in the way.

I once went for lessons,

to be more assertive,

to learn how to fit in,

not to be shy and furtive.

Needless to say,

it just didn’t work,

you can’t fix what’s broken,

if it’s simply a quirk.

So I stand in a corner,

and try to blend in,

hope nobody notices,

the pickle I’m in!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – Square Peg in a Round Hole – geograph.org.uk – 1244305 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Carole Withany III – Rave!

16 Tuesday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Carole Withany, dance, humour, Murder She Wrote, poetry, Rave

Aunty Carole and Uncle Dave,

went out one night,

to a warehouse Rave!

With bobble hats,

upon their head,

they danced until,

they felt half-dead.

With neon whistles,

around their neck,

they bopped away,

they did – by ‘eck!

Around the clock,

– until half ten,

then they went,

back home again.

They made a cuppa,

took off their coats,

then snuggled up to

watch, ‘Murder She Wrote’.

Dave looked at Carole,

and with a grin,

said, ‘I’m really glad,

we didn’t stay in!’

With matching PJ’s,

and his ‘n’ her mugs,

Carole Withany,

gave him a hug!

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo Credit – Rave (Photo credit: tuxthepenguin84)

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Shades of Grey

14 Sunday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, belonging, blame, delusion, evil, fixed view, insanity, poetry, right, shades of grey, view, wrong, wrong view

Am I mad,

or am I sane?

Is this real,

and what’s to gain?

I do not think,

the way you do,

I do not see ,

the world as tho’,

each instant,

is in monochrome

no black, no white,

no sin atoned.

There is no evil,

right or wrong,

Just shades of grey,

no one belongs;

each coin a side,

yet both the same;

I ask once more –

Am I sane?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – Dock near Washington D.C. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Morning Hare

13 Saturday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, autumn, frost, hare, leaves, ploughed fields, poetry, winter, winter hare

Bared earth

fallow fields

ploughed furrows

concrete puddles

frosted peaks

morning hare

runs wild

winter sun

bleached sky

mist hangs

heavy air

winter cloaks

autumn leaves.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – The Hare that came closer… (Photo credit: Ian-S)

Fallen Angels

13 Saturday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, angel, displaced, fallen angel, heroine, longing, loss, misplaced, poetry

Abandoned angels and displaced heroines,

wander this barren land;

perchance you’ll maybe come upon one,

travelling, book clasped, within pale hand.

When first glanced, you will know –

bewildered look upon their face,

complexion pallid, tousled hair,

delicate expression, looks, out of place.

To live within such modern times,

misplaced in space, and wrong dimension,

just biding time, and yearning for,

repatriation beyond ascension.

From classic novels and epic screens,

you’ll see them all, or so it seems,

just waiting, biding, patiently,

for a return from false sanctuary,

to fall within reel, or parchment pages,

from a long forgotten century.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Angel 013 (Photo credit: Juliett-Foxtrott)

Parting Sorrows

12 Friday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, farewell, Goodbye, loneliness, longing, meeting, parting, poetry, solitude, sorrow

The heartbreak of each new parting,

makes me wonder why we say hello.

It leaves me unsettled and wanting,

though I try so hard not to show,

the pain in my heart of the parting,

each bittersweet delaying farewell,

leaving me reeling and hurting,

cast back to my solitary hell.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Train station in Łeba. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Fantastic Elastic

12 Friday Oct 2012

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, dentist, hopscotch, poetry, rush, stress, time, time scale, worry

Where does time go,

when you’re in a hurry?

It slips away,

with stress and worry.

Hopscotch rules,

it skips a step,

elastically stretches,

in the dentist chair.

Then time just stops,

when tragedy stills,

and doffs its cap,

respecting life’s ills.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Photo credit – English: A Pulsar Touch/Command Ladies’ LED watch, from around 1976 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Hip Hip Hooray!

Penning Poems

A Little Decomposition

The Odd One Out

Carole Withany III – Rave!

Shades of Grey

Morning Hare

Fallen Angels

Parting Sorrows

Fantastic Elastic

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