23 Sunday Sep 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Daily life, Poetry
Learn to keep quiet,
and learn to keep still,
‘cause no one can hear you,
and nobody will.
Learn to be silent,
and watch what you say,
it’s not all about you,
it’s not, ‘Alex Day’.
No one is interested,
in all that you do,
no one is bothered,
except, maybe you?
© Shhh… 23.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
dropped blue (Photo credit: renwest)
20 Thursday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
I stuck my toe up the bath tap,
I know what you’re thinking,
it didn’t get trapped.
I wriggled it about,
then pulled back down –
and to my surprise,
it was mucky and brown!
© Bath Taps and Toes 20.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
20 Thursday Sep 2012
Posted in Buddhism, Deep Stuff!, Poetry
I fear I have broken me,
there is no going back;
I’ve wandered too far,
down this treacherous track.
I strayed here, eyes open,
and couldn’t return,
conditions remaining,
the habit is firm.
I dream of a future,
where I am alone,
asleep with eyes open,
conditioning gone.
© Bad Habits 20.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: “The removal of the cracked melting pot” (1884), painting by Constantin Meunier (1831-1905) Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Brussels, Belgium (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
15 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Poetry
One summer’s day,
they strolled by the sea,
hand holding hand,
Dave and Carole Withany.
The seagulls they circled,
and the sea it did sigh,
an idea did emerge,
as Carole watched them fly by.
She looked up to the heavens,
excited she declared,
give me 50p
and that’s your bird there!
You’ll know Dave’s own seagull,
as it soars on the wing,
with a strong Yorkshire accent,
‘ee by gum’, it will sing.
Now legend still has it,
as myth is passed down,
that Dave’s special seagull,
has been seen in this town.
Now Dave is so happy,
and watches with glee,
for his very own seagull,
that cost 50p
© Carole Withany II (Dave’s Seagull) 15.09.2012
© Carole Withany 23.08.2012 (link)
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: An adult seagull (Larus michahellis) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
14 Friday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Love, Poetry
This house,
full of bustle,
full of love and,
full of drama!
This house,
safe and warm,
no interloper,
can bring harm.
This house,
is a home,
security of,
the womb.
This house,
has a heart,
family values,
play the part.
© This House 14.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Home Sweet Home (Photo credit: Lockedinthepark)
14 Friday Sep 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, always on my mind, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, Love song, memories, our tune, poetry, radio, tears, yesteryear
This is my,
very last love,
song to you.
It is time to,
say goodbye,
and move,
on.
I heard, our tune,
on the radio today,
it took me back.
Oh – how the years,
have dropped away.
I stopped to listen,
I thought things through,
a silent tear escaped,
as I remember how,
I still love you.
The years have come,
and the years have gone,
without you by my side,
the echoes of my yesteryear,
sing, always on my mind.
This is my,
very last love,
song to you.
It is time to,
say goodbye,
and move,
on.
© My Last Love Song 14.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Bush Radio (Photo credit: pigpogm)
13 Thursday Sep 2012
Posted in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Waiting and Longing
Tags
When debts come in the letterbox,
then love flies out for sure,
the better becomes the worse,
at the scourge of being poor.
The heart beats with a sickness,
at the signs you can’t ignore;
the stress and strain is showing,
as we begin to talk no more.
We’re hoping for the better,
for the richer, and for wealth,
don’t hold your breath whilst waiting,
it’s not good for your health!
© When Poverty Knocks 13.09.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Tax Bill (Photo credit: Images_of_Money)
09 Sunday Sep 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Bumble bee, Camargue, death, Flamingo, fragility, grief, horses, humming bird's tears, life, passion, poetry
Flaming flamingos,
cantering Camargues,
exotic, erotic,
the passions are ours.
Gossamer lace wings,
and butterflies hearts,
so fragile, so delicate,
can tear us apart.
Humming bird’s tears,
and bumble bee breath,
a delicate balance,
of grief brought by death.
© Exotic Erotic 09.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Camargue horse (Photo credit: Wolfgang Staudt)
08 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Blue moon, depression, giving up, heartbreak, loss, love, moon, poetry, writer's block, writing
Giving up and,
giving in…
a writers’ pain,
a lovers’ dream.
Blue moons come,
and blue moons go,
the pain remains,
of losing you.
The thought of,
having you no more,
is like the song,
without the score.
To give you up,
without a doubt?
but only when,
the blue moon’s out.
© Blue Moon 08.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Blue Moon Blue (Photo credit: Hialean)
07 Friday Sep 2012
An angel with,
a broken wing,
can be the most,
dangerous thing.
Hurt her once,
injure her thrice,
her heart one day,
will thaw like ice.
And once that hurt,
is healed and done,
she’ll fly from you,
up to the sun.
You’d better watch,
your back, I say,
lest she throw a,
thunderbolt your way!
© Angels 07.09.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Broken Angel (Photo credit: jae michie)
Worldly Winds 