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Day of the Dead


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

The Other Side of Me

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Punch and Judy's Carribean Vacation





Do you know,

the other side of me?

Where the grass is greener,

and the soul is darker.


Do you know only,

my second face?

Not like the rest,

the one I keep for best.


Do you know,

if this is sunny side up

heads up, tales down,

turn that frown

upside down?


I think you know,

Little Miss Sunshine,

but have you met Judy

within or without?


Do you know,

the essence of me?

Not that of vanilla,

of sugar and spice,

but one of fear.


Do you know,

the other side of me?

Where the grass is greener,

and the soul is darker.


© The Other Side of Me 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Punch and Judy’s Carribean Vacation (Photo credit: _william)

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The Cat Sat on the Mat

Fat cat

Fat cat (Photo credit: Elsie esq.)









Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like the Cat.

Is herding cats quite possible?

I ponder; be philosophical!


Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Puma.

Sleek and slick and lurking,

My fantasies still flirting!


Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Tiger.

Hunting prey and stalking,

When do the thoughts stop talking?


Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like an Ocelot.

No reason to this rhyme,

but to highlight I cough a lot!


Just sitting…

Just sitting on this mat,

my mind like a Lion.

Ferocious and unstoppable,

Enlightenment quite possible!


© The Cat Sat on the Mat 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm



English: A Toyota Corolla in Finland 2005, ful...






Motorway driving

lights whip by

wipers wiping

mists spray high


Visibility low

concentration high

cheek by jowl

lorries flash by


Black night darkness

heavy in heart

low visibility

from the start


Cat’s eyes visionary

unnoticed by day

celestial markers

guiding the way


Motorway driving

a challenging night

homeward I’m bound

destination in sight


© Driving 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

English: A Toyota Corolla in Finland 2005, full beam produced by H4 halogen bulbs and two H3-bulb Hella Comet extra lights. Same situation with dipped beams and full beam. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


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The moon and I,

we are like that –

She said…

crossing her fingers,

behind her back.


The sun and I,

I cannot lie…

We crossed our paths

behind a cloud,

his face does hide.


The world and I,

we are as one,

soul mates and lovers,

a trilogy –

with the moon and sun.


© Trilogy 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Planet (Photo credit: Krandy85)

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Globe showing Asia - Satellite image - PlanetO...

Globe showing Asia – Satellite image – PlanetObserver (Photo credit: PlanetObserver)








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



Camping Capers – Weekly Writing Challenge

Camping Capers

[en] camping, tent

[en] camping, tent (Photo credit: Wikipedia)






I’m back from Devon,

I really am!

We stayed in a tent –

not a caravan!


They said it’d be cold,

I didn’t believe ‘em.

Now I want to go home,

to my central heating.


The tent was fun,

it really was!

I really enjoyed it,

Despite the frost.


The night was long,

we had power cuts,

we couldn’t do owt,

it drove us nuts!


The rain lashed down,

and the winds were a fright.

We sat and played Black Jack

on a cold, dark camp site.


I hated the night time

I really did!

It was so flippin’ noisy

sleep? – God forbid!


For hours at a time

the little ones whinged.

All the drunks they sang songs,

whilst the sober ones cringed.


Early morning was quiet.

No – I lied,  it was not!

The babies would bawl

to get out of their cot.


The mud was fun

As we took down the tent,

the rain not so much,

and I started to vent!


A six hour trip

And now we are near.

Was it all worth it –

shall we do it next year?


© Camping Capers       2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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One of several versions of the painting “The Scream”. The National Gallery, Oslo, Norway. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)













How can you live,

and never question,

stories concocted,

by media suggestion?


I struggle to see,

how this is right,

an injured world,

can’t sleep at night.


Journalists quick,

to make a buck,

from someone’s misfortunes,

or tragic bad luck.


Magazine trash,

knows the score,

dishing out scandal,

Lies, misery, and more.


Governments depict,

skewed stories suspect,

maintain and inflame,

continued conflict.


All life is precious,

for us to squander,

time and energy,

on false propaganda.


© Propaganda 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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I see the child within you,

with your boyish short fair hair.

I hold my arms out to you

I want to show I care.


They may have left you

broken, bewildered and abused,

but I will never leave you

feeling neglected, sad and used.


You stand there like a ghost child,

one sock up and one half down.

too sad, too shy, too quiet,

Your face a pale, sad, frown.


Your little dress is crass and short,

your shoes are scuffed and worn,

your toys are few and far between,

your bear, one eyed and torn.


I see you quietly playing.

keep out the grown-ups way,

don’t let them know of what you think,

they cannot make you say.


Come  child, sit here upon my knee,

Let me soothe away the pain;

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Love Poems

Romantic Heart form Love Seeds




I read my old love poems,

the other day,

they made me look desperate,

in a cloying kind of way.


What was I thinking,

when I wrote those?

Possessive and needy,

I cringe to my toes.


I really did love you,

of that there’s no doubt,

but it seems quite absurd,

now, the way it came out.


Although I look back,

I was only a child,

I think that I thought,

I was dangerous and wild!


© Love poems 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Romantic Heart form Love Seeds (Photo credit: epSos.de)

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Fairy Offering Posy of Harebells to Elsie, the...











Step like fairies,

tread the air,

footsteps fine,

like no one’s there.


Cherish earth,

don’t stamp her down,

gentle steps,

caress the ground.


Pity creatures,


do not squash them –



Practice lightly,

as you walk,


your footsteps talk.


© Fairy Steps 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Fairy Offering Posy of Harebells to Elsie, the fourth of the photographs of the Cottingley Fairies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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With face of delight,

my son runs to me –

“I’ve tipped up a sheep!”

he shouted with glee.


My face drops with horror.

Well how could this be?

Am I the worst mother,

has he learned nothing from me?


“Calm down Mother!”

my son reassures.

“It’s not as you think,”

with derision he snorts.


“We walked in a field,

(in the group we were five,)

saw a sheep on its back,

with legs waving at sky.


It soon came apparent,

from what we could see,

that the sheep was so stuck,

‘twas a strange sight to see.


We tried hard to lift her,

but to no avail,

she was fat, wet, and smelly,

the weight of a whale.


Then out of the blue,

an idea did occur,

we spread out our groundsheet,

to roll her on there.


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English: Dandelion flower (Taraxacum officinal...

English: Dandelion flower (Taraxacum officinale), Wellington, New Zealand (Photo credit: Wikipedia)









Daisies kissed by fairies,

pink lipstick petals pout,

little girl’s tiaras,

chains, lambs tails, about.


Buttercups stars shimmer,

spreading love and peace,

a golden, gay, glimmer,

graces chins beneath.


Forget me not – shy,

skirts the edge of the lawn,

coy, courting compassion,

for those whom we mourn.


The dandelions ire!

He’s banished from beds,

his anger like fireworks,

explode in his heads!

English: Dandelion clock (Taraxacum officinale...

English: Dandelion clock (Taraxacum officinale) For more translations SEE BELOW (Photo credit: Wikipedia)











© The Dandelion Ballad 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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