I do not belong here

27 Sunday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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belonging, death, hell, memories, past, poetry, spiritual death

Escher de carbón y caramelo (Photo credit: Greg Planchuelo)

I do not like this place.

I don’t belong here,

the stench of death pervades,

yet outside the sun beats down,

hotter than the promised hell.

I do not like this place.

Relics of a bygone day,

guilt and blame pave the way,

to salvation,

but only if you are too weak.

Enough, to believe as

fear holds tight,

demanding allegiance,

to blame and sin;

dragged screaming from within,

without compassion,

or mercy,

for the weak –

End.

I do not like this place,

I do not belong here,

for the stench of death,

offends my soul.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Sorrow

26 Saturday May 2012

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

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conjoined, dissever, grief, heart, heartbreak, longing, loss, love, poetry, sorrow, soul, waiting and longing

We are together you and I,

destined to be conjoined.

We cannot part,

though I have tried –

two sides of the same coin.

You have your demons,

I have mine,

our paths not meant to cross,

parted from our distant poles,

without you I am lost.

Your heart refrains my harmony,

our breath is intertwined,

your dreams haunt mine,

I shadow yours,

you dwell within my mind.

Our souls can’t be dissevered,

but neither can they join;

we are from different planets,

defying space and time.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Daemons

26 Saturday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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daemons, heart, King, poetry, Queen, strength

You think you are the King of me,

I am not scared of you.

I’ll stand my ground, as I am strong;

a core of steel runs through.

Whatever daemons you may throw,

I’ll match them with mine own.

You can’t usurp the Queen of pain,

her heart is made of stone.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

“I carry your heart with me. (I carry it in my heart.)” ~ e.e. cummings (Photo credit: EraPhernalia Vintage . . . (playin’ hook-y ;o))

Sun and Moon

25 Friday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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growing up, heartbreak, longing, loss, moon, poetry, scars, sun, sunset, waiting and longing, wax and wane

I’ve seen your face,

a thousand times,

it’s like the setting sun.

I’ve called your name,

have you called mine?

I rise and you are gone.

We are so different,

you and I,

you’re up when I am down.

You call, I run,

but where are you,

when I need a friend around?

You are the sun,

cowardly cold,

remote, aloof, and chilling.

You’ve hid in shadows,

all of my life,

acknowledgement unwilling.

I am the moon,

with passions bright,

your fire sears scars anew.

You wax and wane,

and spin my world,

‘til I don’t know what to do.

I’ve seen your face,

a thousand times,

you’re fire and I am ice.

You’ve broke my heart,

so many times –

Let go – I’ve paid the price.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: The Sun directly opposite to the moon as seen on 10 Sep 2011 (One day before the full moon day). Place: Mount St Helens, WA USA. This exemplifies that on a full moon day the earth is between the Sun and the Moon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Summer

24 Thursday May 2012

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

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balm, lacewings, longing, loss, Maypole, nature, poetry, summer

Summer balm weighs heavy

my heart can hear the trill

of eloquent seasons intentions

to nature’s clock fulfil

But… O’er the nest is empty

remains there barren still

as lacewings dance the Maypole

to appease the Mother’s will

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: Summer field in Belgium (Hamois). The blue flower is Centaurea cyanus and the red one a Papaver rhoeas. Français : Un champ en été en Belgique (Hamois). La fleur bleue est un bleuet des champs et la rouge un coquelicot. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Pedestal

24 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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betrayal, demons, ignorance, naivety, Pedestal, poetry, reign, worship

Demonised and vilified,

I worshipped and adored.

You lost your way and injured me,

betrayed, abused, ignored.

That pedestal was way too high,

for you to stay upright;

alas your world came tumbling down,

your reign fell overnight.

Naivety and ignorance,

fell from my tired eyes,

I see you for your human self,

you simply were not nice.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Fair Days and Foul

24 Thursday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Daily life, Humour, Love, Poetry

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butterflies, buzzy bees, candy floss, depression, essence, excitement, fairground, giggle, happiness, heart, kites, lairy, love, oscilloscope, poetry, skipping

My tummy feels like summer,

or a giggle just set free,

like a flitter of lairy butterflies,

and a swarm of buzzy bees.

My heart beats to the rhythm,

of girls who jump the rope,

bouncing like a bright beach ball,

shown on some Oscilloscope.

My mind spins like the waltzer,

at a gaily lit up fair.

My head is full of candy floss,

and kites that surf the air.

If I could catch the essence,

and save a jar or two,

I’d keep them in my cupboard,

for when I’m feeling blue.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

A waltzer in motion. The operator walks the boards to spin the cars (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Freshly Pressed Poets

23 Wednesday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Freshly Pressed, poetry, poets

Is it me?

Am I being strange?

But have you noticed,

it’s always the same?

Just take a moment…

and take a gander,

freshly pressed poetry,

nope, nothing, nichts, nada!

Just Freshly Pressed –

is a great concept!

sporting quality posts,

just no poetry yet?

It is such a shame,

they’ve missed out on a trick,

so many great poets,

from which they could pick.

I have a dream,

let’s hope it comes true,

that one day soon,

a pressed poet or two?

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: WordPress Logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Nightmares

23 Wednesday May 2012

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

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dreams, grief, loss, memories, memory pain, nightmare, poetry, visions

Dreams disturbing,

most perturbing.

Visions of past,

nightmares that last.

Night-time madness,

lingering sadness,

memory pain,

again and again.

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

nightmares (Photo credit: Joe Thorn)

A Big Old Hug

21 Monday May 2012

Posted by Worldly Winds in Humour, Poetry

≈ 12 Comments

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Blog, comments, Hug, inspire, poetry, reading, spam, WordPress, writing

Teddy (Photo credit: NiteLynx)

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!

My stupid orange counter thing,

It only goes to nine;

I have to trawl the comments page,

to check, approve, decline!

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

Worldly Winds

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Tag Archives: poetry

I do not belong here

Sorrow

Daemons

Sun and Moon

Summer

Pedestal

Fair Days and Foul

Freshly Pressed Poets

Nightmares

A Big Old Hug

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