Margaret Alice Poems

People in pain
describing situations
without considering
we don’t want such
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Something wonderful happened to the sun,
the bleary red-eyed winter sun, looking like
an alcoholic old man, was touched by spring,
the old man left and suddenly a silver-clad
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Kingsley Building offers TWO restaurants,
a waffle in the most promising one as a
promise of things to come; as for packing,
we’ve been instructed to write name and
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I’ve got a new ideal after the visit to Kingsley,
to become a monadnock, rising like an isolated
hill, resisting the erosion of lack of privacy in an
open-plan office, everybody asked me whether
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Divine Cosmos by David Wilcock, ninety per
cent human DNA is used for communication,
Russian scientists say, human consciousness
works like a giant Internet system, we can
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Science now explains
bodies are programmed
by languages, word and
thought
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I wish I could dance like the young people in
the program “So You Think You Can Dance”
when dancing aspirants are sent to Las Vegas
to master all forms of dance and be voted
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Tea time at ten, been running since seven,
only typed about twenty words, looked up
ten terms, for the rest tried to organise a
farewell function
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Sitting behind my computer like an astronaut
ready for take-off - wishing I could run off to
replenish flagging energy, escape momentarily
from this background of office and voices into
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I’ve been lucky enough to have my hair cut
by a complete idiot, on perceiving its quality
and texture she cut it in layers – now I have
nothing left, can’t create a style, looking like
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