05 Sunday Aug 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Worldly Winds
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Church (Photo credit: Balaji.B)
I cry to the universe –
You decide!
Should I live,
or should I die?
It gives me an answer,
I can’t ignore;
so I pick up my pen,
and write some more.
With this decision,
comes peace and oneness,
acceptance of life,
which hurts none the less.
The die is cast,
but with that said,
I patiently wait,
for the day of the dead.
© Day of the Dead 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Tuesday Jul 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Loss, Poetry
When night pervades,
and dreams half pondered,
take up your pencil,
pen the plot;
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
Like shadows fleeting,
they flutter and flee,
hiding in memories,
lurking and laughing –
they turn and snap,
snarling and prowling.
Bidden time ticks,
playing in peripheries,
of subconscious slumber,
and wanton wakefulness;
again I say –
ignore a poem,
at your peril.
© Ignore a Poem at your Peril 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
In Peril (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
07 Saturday Jul 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
13 Wednesday Jun 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Do you ever wonder,
every time you read,
if this is about you and,
the way you have behaved?
Can you twist the words around,
to fit your circumstance?
Does your heart still skip a beat,
as the butterflies start to dance?
Does it not occur to you,
to stop and take a look,
if I’ve named and shamed you,
and put you in my book?
Should you stop to think a while,
and maybe even ponder,
if my words refer to you,
do you ever wonder?
© Do You Ever Wonder 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
English: An empty ink bottle, pen holder, and a quill with an ink-stained nib (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
01 Friday Jun 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Poetry
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inspiration, melancholy, poetry, prose, soul, verse, wisdom, writing
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
21 Monday May 2012
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!!
© A Big Old Hug 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
20 Sunday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Love, Poetry
In dawns half-light,
half-dreams are born.
Half-shadow is where,
half-ideas start to form;
plucked from my mind,
they dance in my soul,
to blossom then flourish,
and make me feel whole.
Some like a sunset,
vibrant colours shout out,
others shy rainbows,
conditions coaxed out.
The hardest of all –
a verse like a thorn,
agitation and pain,
deliverance when drawn.
© Half-light 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rose (Photo credit: MartenKL)
18 Friday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
Sat here writing,
drinking a brew;
weaving words,
for a poem, or two.
Feel my craft,
a magical spell,
casting its net,
as you sample my hell.
I’ll spin you a line,
to make you feel good,
a twist at the end,
to chill the blood.
© Friday Night 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Thursday May 2012
I never was classed, ‘pretty’,
I was never deemed, ‘a babe’,
I chose instead to use my wit,
and walk the poet’s way.
My years of youth are over,
my life is halfway done,
philosophies from Yoda,
A wise old bird I am.
© A Spot of Silliness 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
17 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Poetry
I sit at my desk,
the whole house a mess,
pen gripped in my teeth,
musing.
Formed feelings I know,
as the words start to flow,
and I tap at the keys,
making verses.
Sometimes the poems spring,
from the deepness within,
some syllabic style skill,
weaving words.
The craft I possess,
with gymnastic prowess,
and a rhythmical rhyme.
Exhalation!
© Musing 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 