Margaret Alice Poems

I have no book to take me on a flight
of fantasy tonight, I have no story
book to make a context where I can
escape the feelings in my heart;
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Woke up with a headache today, running
through the office building like a popinjay,
wasting time with vain and empty chatter;
what will make this headache go away?
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Oh, the enchantment
of bureaucratic speak
is bewitching me again:
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All senses lost, all desire to look
for a solution; the last of my powers
used for remaining upright behind my
desk; not even diminished intellectual
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Twee verveelde Ingilsmanne en ‘n vriendelike
dame van Indië, somtyds my neef – terwyl hy
tussen planete en syfers rinkink met sterre in
sy oë wat hom verblind
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Opheffing in Afrika, kos en water en blyplek vir
almal; ons gaan die goed van mekaar afrokkel,
kibbel en knoei, met onwettige ware smokkel,
konflik stig, mekaar verkla en oorlog voer
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I have nothing with which to fight the pain
of irritation in perplexed confusion, noises
and sounds drive me insane and I cannot
find the cause of feeling
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I am too happy to be quiet
and dead, sitting immovable,
typing my document, I look at
a word, but my thoughts jump
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I love promises of all kinds,
but those I love the most
are promises we fulfill ourselves
such as the promise that
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Sitting quietly, immobile, not fighting the
rare experience of changed consciousness,
no more putting on hold the long-distance
call from eternity - accepting the line
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