Margaret Alice Poems

Hot chocolate and three orange cats
called Aries, Leo and Sagittarius, to
find the mouse that will help the sorcerer
get back into his picture, back to Tudor time
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I love stories to the point of wild
delight, reading meanings into
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Made a mess of my production sheet,
administrators might think I am trying to
be mischievous, actually I’m plain stupid,
looking at a list my brain starts to decay
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June saw through my subterfuge,
no exotic bazaar, but a squatter
camp is my work station, a purple
blanket from home, storybooks
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I used to suspect that I had a hunchback,
but it’s not true anymore, I used to think I
had no neck, but now I have one, I used
to feel gray and unloved all the time, now
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There is always enough time,
but not always enough mind,
a job I could have finished in
an instant still stretching in
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Came home early, Tiaan looking angelic
in his schoolwear, Nici looking like a pixie,
me with a new book ‘The Ship That Flew’
because I loped off to the library in the rain
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Vacuum is filled
with elementary
particles popping
in-and-out
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Everything is lined up because Martin helped,
Tiaan’s “wildlife farm” and tourist attraction,
with a model in wood, Nici with a fossil in
plaster of Paris, without Martin I would have
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Spiritual quantum physics
particles ephemeral, captivated
by physics’ beautiful concepts
and aesthetics
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