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This Place

10 Sunday Jun 2012

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The burning man, from the Burning Man Festival

The burning man, from the Burning Man Festival (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This place doesn’t feel deserving,

whilst people’s tempers turning,

all this is occurring,

while the streets are burning.

 

Turn around, cry for help,

when all you see is yourself,

all of this is occurring,

while the streets are burning.

 

This place you may fear,

is the place that is right here,

all of this occurring,

while the streets are burning.

 

Try to put out the fire,

Is this really your desire?

Are you really deserving,

while the streets are burning?

 

© This Place 2012

By Kiran Carr-Malcolm

Sunrise

09 Saturday Jun 2012

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Sunrise 2

Sunrise 2 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the day is over,

the work has all been done,

the twilight is upon us,

moon outstrips setting sun.

 

I take my rest with comfort,

to reflect on days well spent,

pay homage, offer gratitude,

lessons learned in the event.

 

With stillness and with clarity,

with wisdom and with heart,

I think of all my good friends,

who show me where to start.

 

The lessons, I have newly learned

from them, they show the way,

inspiring birth of sunrise

springs forth valiant new day.

 

© Sunrise 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Insomnia

08 Friday Jun 2012

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English: A canopy bed seen in a restoration ho...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh tortuous night

how thou hast

defeated me.

Whilst Angels sleep

against a weeping moon

the painful pull

of sleeps flirtations.

Does thou bring soon

comfort and release

from dark hells hounds

with murderous intent.

Oh tortuous night

now thou hast

defeated me.

 

© Insomnia 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A canopy bed seen in a restoration house in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Jubilation

06 Wednesday Jun 2012

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A View of Earth from Saturn

 

 

 

Sapphire seas,

tourmaline trees,

the sun shining sweetest nectar.

I soar in the skies,

whilst skimming the seas,

protected by Isis and Hector.

 

The stars line the way,

whilst the trees bow to me,

and the gulls cry out jubilations!

Old Father Time and Mother Earth smiles,

as the world spins in sweet salvation.

 

© Jubilation 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A View of Earth from Saturn (Photo credit: alpoma)

Eight Lilies

05 Tuesday Jun 2012

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Lilium longiflorum are usually called Easter L...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eight Lilies of remembrance,

stand to mark the way.

Eight lilies, one for each of you,

respect and honour the day;

to show that I still think of you,

though that day is done,

each lily marks a bygone past,

from a lifetime that is gone.

 

I smell their sweet thick lily scent,

It makes me think of you;

with fondest memories in my heart,

and tears that are now few.

No longer living in my world,

It is as though you’re dead.

The lilies are memorial,

to words still left unsaid.

 

© Eight Lilies 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Diamond Jubilee

03 Sunday Jun 2012

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The official emblem of the Queen of Canada's D...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hoorah! We have the bunting out,

the Jack is at full mast,

for ‘tis the Diamond Jubilee,

and we aim to have a blast!

 

Sixty years as reigning Queen,

that’s really quite a feat;

with street parties and lots of fun,

processions line London’s Streets.

 

Though rain may pour and soak us through,

our spirit will not cloud.

The Jubilee is our day, to say,

God bless, you’ve done us proud!

 

© Diamond Jubilee 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

The official emblem of the Queen of Canada’s Diamond Jubilee (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Poet’s Melancholy

01 Friday Jun 2012

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Alas the poet’s sorrow,

I know it well!

Infesting, invading,

the melancholic mind,

destructively, saving,

our urge to write

stirring the soul,

to release and let go,

giving up, and,

giving in,

to inspirations, intuit.

Your only weapon,

pen, ink and wit,

to fight the foes,

with verse and prose,

with the words of a poet,

and the wisdom of the sage,

together we’ll haunt the universe,

with tears and hearts upon our page.

© The Poet’s Melancholy 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

I Told You So

01 Friday Jun 2012

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I wish I could, I wish I would,

I wish I could let rip,

for all those hurtful words you said,

and all those things you did.

 

I keep it locked away so tight,

too lady like and proper.

I keep it bottled up inside,

I don’t uncork the stopper.

 

I never rant and rave at all,

I never flip my lid.

I’ve never raised my voice enough,

sometimes I wish I did.

 

To have a good old rant or two,

fly into some hell rage,

to make the air turn thick and blue,

but I’m so well behaved….

 

I should have screamed the house right down,

thrown crockery at you,

I should have given you what for,

and told you where to go!

 

Alas I’m not that kind of girl,

to lash you with my tongue,

or leave a flea within your ear,

and scream that you are wrong.

 

I was brought up so properly,

with ladylike demeanour,

to not tell you, ‘I told you so’,

and point out the misdemeanour.

 

© I Told You So 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Love Affair

29 Tuesday May 2012

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English: Sca Fell massif from north of Wastwater.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mossy skin of stark stone walls,

a breath of clouds in a cold October sky,

the haunting call of the hovering kestrel.

The bleak love affair with the unyielding Peaks.

 

The tangled sheep huddled against the cold North wind,

wool kissed barbs of boundaries breeched,

the wandering yew abandoned on the verge of betrayal.

The dark love affair with the relentless Peaks.

 

Sca Fell, Peaks probe the gloomy skies,

the bursting spring cascades to punish rocks beneath,

purple rinse resilience of old heather hair.

The stark love affair with the unwieldy Peaks.

 

Shadows play hide and seek with rocks and hills.

The mournful cry of an old church bell

calls back the congregation of fallen sheep,

to worship the affair with pagan Peaks.

 

The low slung fog smothers both road and fell,

hushed tones hold the secrets of the hills.

Heaviness hangs as breath is caught,

to hide the love affair of unrequited Peaks.

 

The wind whispers of its long lost love.

The rain cries bitter tears of remorse.

The pitch black blanket of love wraps around

to shroud the love affair of mourning Peaks.

 

© Love Affair 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Never Trust a Faerie

28 Monday May 2012

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English: Title: "Fairies Looking Through ...

 

 

 

 

 

Never trust a faerie,

‘tho pretty they may seem,

for when you are not looking,

they swear, and spit, and scream.

 

Do not be fooled by faerie’s,

their legendry looks well known,

they are not sweet, like in the books,

so please do not be thrown.

 

Depicted as the sweetest sight,

with wings that flitter and flutter,

dresses made of gossamer,

they melt your heart like butter.

 

It’s little known that faeries bite,

or that they would cause harm;

please don’t blame the insects,

for that nip upon your arm.

 

With golden curls that tumble down,

around their tiny frame,

with mischief and with sabotage,

the faeries are to blame.

 

When things go wrong around the house,

you know they are at play,

they wreck your plans, and break your things,

and ruin a good day.

 

You may think it is admirable,

they collect teeth from your mouth,

but how do you think they get so loose?

They punch the milk teeth out!

 

Never trust a faerie,

they are evil, sour, and bitter.

Do not be fooled by how they look,

an angry dragon’s sweeter!

 

 

© Faeries 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm