Margaret Alice Poems

Terry Pratchett’s Tiffany would have hated
the depiction of Belladonna with her White
Magic in Which Witch by Eva Ibbotson, when
Belladonna approached flowers appeared
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Beautiful new day, soft morning, fluffy
golden sun, pastel blue sky all washed-
out, what will you bring to me, a happy
memory, a new song, a brilliant vision,
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Belladonna tried to do black magic, she
wanted to create a nest of vipers - but
begot a pot of begonias, she wanted
to smite and wreck and blast
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Drawn like a moth to a flame, when reading words
meant to carry the intent of an ardent poet, I’m so
relieved to be a total recluse – how could anyone
withstand such beautiful invitation to get involved
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With a Walkman in the ears, the crocodile is
getting ready to return to work without tears,
creating an inner world to keep me safe from
outside noise, moving everywhere with celestial
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When I squirm and complain, pointing out the
pain in trying to follow rules of integrity and
self-discipline, striving for self-management
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I asked for tea with hot milk
complaining Friday isn’t nice
“Because it’s boring” the waitress
sagely replied, I jumped on her
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Your company did so well, suddenly tonight
you’re faced with outside factors that makes
it impossible to meet the demands, when I
expressed my concern you got angry – I don’t
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Stephen O’Brien, stunning clairvoyant,
superb medium, declared: YOU are
your own protection
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Today I went mad with anger – a group of
beautiful models posed naked for a magazine
in a bid to stop rape and violence against women
and kids – the idiotic, irrational stupidity of this
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