29 Wednesday Jan 2014
Posted in Poetry
last night
a clichéd mistake
you asleep
me awake
the same old song
guiltless blame
wrapped in sheets
of sweat and shame
© Cliché 29.01.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
08 Tuesday Jan 2013
Posted in Anger, Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
Tags
Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, bankers, depression, mining, poetry, political, politics, poverty, shame, steel works, strikes
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
Pit head silhouette (Photo credit: alastairb)
27 Tuesday Nov 2012
![sad puppy [598]](https://i2.wp.com/farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4914883259_0856b6637b_m.jpg "sad puppy [598]")
Wear the heavy,
coat of shame,
as blame creeps in,
and calls your name.
Feel your face,
hot like the sun,
embarrassment burns,
humiliation!
Worldly winds,
are at their play,
pain, blame and shame,
bring infamy.
© Shame 27.11.12
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
sad puppy [598] (Photo credit: brianjmatis)
11 Friday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Poetry
Oh dear!
What have I done?
How did this happen?
I’ve come undone!
I should’ve known
that this would be,
and that it would
go wrong for me.
What should be fun,
and cause no harm,
has gone quite wrong,
and caused alarm.
I’m so ashamed,
that it would be,
so obvious,
for all to see.
Now my mistake,
whilst unintended,
was caused by vanity,
and can’t be mended.
I’ve learned my lesson
and felt such pain.
I’ve rued the day,
and burned with shame!
© Oh Dear!
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Dunce (Photo credit: Candie_N (Will organize photostream eventually))
