Margaret Alice Poems

When things are going well, I forget man-
kind’s sufferings, but then we race through
the land in hubby’s big new car, eating junk
so that I grab the psalmbook to find refuge
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Feeling alone and bereft with only James Redfield
and Frances Hodgson Burnett for company, I turned
to Goscinny and Uderzo for light relief, what a joy,
Asterix and Obelix on their adventures
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Your stuffed bulldog tinkles, his green and
red bow repeats colours of your flowers –
a high-fashion magazine in hand; you are
already eating, we may bring sweet treats
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Love's Beautiful

I was scared of love -
love was a slap in the face
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Oh, glorious new day, Alice will attend a tea
party with Madame La Pompadour and her
retinue, what happiness thinking of things
to say, knowing she never would
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“Life is only about what you are,
right now, in this red-hot fresh
moment emitting.”
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Mistakenly thought I had done my best, and I was
wrong, boy was I wrong, I cannot blame anyone
but myself for failing again, M Scott Peck wrote in
his book “Road Less Travelled” that impatience is
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I want you decked out in beautiful clothes, made
feel warm and comfortable, sung sweet songs of
spring’s promise; I’ve already told you that the
machines’ assertive beeping is singing songs of
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All in black - Nici’s boots with my tracksuit pants,
flaring like a Cossack’s, sleeveless pullover, black
cap, wishing I could dance the Russian Trepak,
stepping high in military style to the rhythms in
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Something so unspeakably dreadful happened
all circuits started closing down - only the pain
remains, the desire to flee is all that is left, the
shock too big to process at once, all attempts
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