Margaret Alice Poems

I don’t want to be here now, again
painted my lighthouse mermaid with
glitter in silver and gold, played with
the picture you sent me, changed
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I am swimming, swimming, swimming, just keep
swimming, swimming, swimming, one word and
one phrase at a time, though my consciousness
experiences total lack of context and absolute
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This morning a piano played beautiful roses
by threading a melody; violin strings sighing
together inserted velvet caresses, the Skater’s
Waltz created a sequence of dancers in shiny
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We are moving again, I am happy
to say, into an open-plan building
joining the rest of our Department
in Kingsley; how many boxes can
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Even rocks and grains of sand have consciousness;
as people who don’t show any emotion don’t excite
the imagination; inanimate objects excite even less;
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We should be extinct, we crocodile moms who
abandon our kids when they make the water;
saurian’s have no parental duties beyond
the basics of a successfully hatched egg
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Consciousness

A new century and a sane and just society,
growing awareness of the interdependent
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The West fabricated an overseer god;
angry, just and cruel, behaving like a
naughty child, destroying enemies
by lightning, fire and thunder
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Can anybody really be called Art Brownstein?
Can he really change our health in only ten
measly days? All we have to do, the artless
Brownstein says, is laugh, play, believe, drink -
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Reading Irving Wallace; Anne de Lenclos known as
Ninon was a courtesan who chose her own lovers
offering instruction in the art of love-making; never
told her son she was his mother; he fell in love with
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