Margaret Alice Poems

Here’s my theory: Looking at love
and happiness, at success and
progress, chalking up examples
of prosperity and mental stability
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How could one person hurt another so much by saying
such hurtful things, hurting so much an outsider is still
burning in their fire, words that empty the world of beauty
and safety; how could one person plunge a knife into
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I love the places authors build with words,
I love dimensions in descriptions of those
characters fictitious, the places and events,
the scientific theories and intuitive ideas
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Watching pigeons fighting World War II,
pigeons admitting to loving pink with the
help of truth serum, Nici wants to watch
“Valiant” instead of “The Weakest Link”
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Betowerende Woord: Sterrewind!

Woordspeletjies – Word Play
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Making notes from a book on reincarnational
lives makes me sigh, sometimes these new
concepts are too high for my intelligence; I’m
determined to learn everything printed about
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We experience God in our own
existence, not as a personality,
but as Multitudinous Facets of
a Multidimensional Existence
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If ever I leave a suicide note, it would read;
died of boredom, couldn’t stand my own mind
any more, bored with my own consciousness,
bored with routines, with limited awareness
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Karen wants her document, June will check it,
I will translate it, looking up every term, saw a
baby at lunchtime running away, with a bubbly
nanny chasing, I knew it was a moment of
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Anne Fine is my favourite author of
all time, the way she explains life in
“How To Write Really Badly”
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