Margaret Alice Poems

Helplessly bored while
facing my chores, working
against the tide, paddling
upstream in a nightmarish
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Time to prepare for tomorrow, to change
my dial from happiness to sorrow, getting
ready to charge the next hurdle, the ubi-
quitous production sheet, the bane of my
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Oh wondrous pain, ice-cream caramel
for breakfast, wiped the files in my brain
cannot prioritise, mind resonating with
nothing, gone all emotion, I am a
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I haven’t found a single Dutch term
IRC and lurisnummer, in vain I trawl
the internet, I bet Hanlie knows where to
find police terminology, the Dark Middle
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After in-depth analysis it seems the only job
which I would be able to excel in would be
sweeping streets, done according to the
principles set out by Beppo Streetsweeper
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Poppies, golden explosions of orange-edged
light bought to brighten my patch of grey, this
icy spot in the office - a source of comfort
against the dour sky outside, giving up on
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Taking the stones you gave me
to the office, removed the flowers
from my computer top, once before
when I was lonely and lost, I used to
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I read “Who Walk Alone – A Consideration Of The
Single Life” by mission author Margaret Evening -
recognising myself in what she wrote, have been
caught in all the snares she describes
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Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, the brisk and brawny doctor
who would not listen to me gave me antibiotics, I took
it without checking to see what it could be, Augmentin,
Amoxicillin and Clavulanate, names suggesting exotic
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Thank you, you have revived me! I felt so
meaningless writing without my friends, tried
to cling to you all the time - yet you seemed
so distant, so cool, my heart was leaking air
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