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Victory

04 Sunday May 2014

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I saw an old man

dance a jig,

with betting slip,

waved as his flag.

 

With tombstone teeth

and nicotine nails,

long matted hair

and yellow wolf eyes.

 

His dirty clothes,

shone black with smoke,

his fragrance that of

proudest poverty.

 

I saw an old man

dance a jig today,

clutching victory,

by the betting shop door.

 

 

© Victory 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Russel-Morgan Print of a Tramp smoking cigar with cane over arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Striking the Blues

08 Tuesday Jan 2013

Posted by in Anger, Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry

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Iconic charming history,

repeats the sad refrain,

as, once more, we get screwed over,

we sing along again;

the blues echo a doleful tune,

and strike the same discord,

man mines the depths of misery,

bank on, fools, gold reward!

We steel ourselves with loyalty,

patriotic to the ends,

whilst red skies scream solemnity,

we bend our plastic friends.

Ironic charnel history,

repeats the shame, refrain,

prepare to get screwed over,

as we sing along in vain.

 

© Striking the Blues 08.01.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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When Poverty Knocks…

13 Thursday Sep 2012

Posted by in Daily life, Longing & Waiting, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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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

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Suffering

20 Friday Jul 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Poetry

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English: Heart Planet Earth

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lying here thinking…

whilst the world is turning,

innocents in torment,

and the monks are still burning.

 

Peace was banished,

from this mystical land,

torture and imprisonment,

bedfellows, hand in hand.

 

The other continent –

starvation the plague,

Aids, poverty and illness,

apparent every day.

 

Conflict and oppression,

rule many a sacred Isle,

punished by their birth rite,

how can I rest or smile?

 

For I am one who’s lucky,

with freedoms of a Queen,

a life of capitalist luxury,

to me – feels quite obscene.

 

© Suffering 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Victory

16 Wednesday May 2012

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I saw an old man

dance a jig,

with betting slip,

waved as his flag.

 

With tombstone teeth

and nicotine nails,

long matted hair

and yellow wolf eyes.

 

His dirty clothes,

shone black with smoke,

his fragrance that of

proudest poverty.

 

I saw an old man

dance a jig today,

clutching victory,

by the betting shop door.

 

 

© Victory 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Russel-Morgan Print of a Tramp smoking cigar with cane over arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)