Margaret Alice Poems

I am so glad I learnt I was not intelligent
when I was small, that I was made to see
how humble I was meant to be because I
could not master routine work, even when
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Though I sneak peeks at Terry Pratchett’s description
of an adminsitrative hell in his novel Eric, the chemical
depression is the winner in life’s game of chance and
the Troll Interpol’s ceaseless messages of criminals
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Went on a James Bond 007 mission during lunch in the
sizzling sunshine, the clarity and brightness unbelievable,
the sky a most intense blue, tree leaves emerald beauty
among diamonds, felt so please to be alive, did not forget
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I cry as I think back to the first, heady Poemhunter
days when we all behaved like little savages and the
emotion was raw and the words flowed thick and fast
and this was our house, our playground, the secret
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Sitting here, head fit to burst, pain my strange
companion, the movie I'm watching not working
to make me forget, once before today a pill took
the pain away - then it came back and seems to
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I cry thinking over Poemhunter days
we behaved like savages, emotion raw
words flowing unrestrained, it was
our home, our playground, a secret
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Alice stared aghast, Vogon poetry all the rage
created by machines, heads exploding all the
time, everyone floating off to sea, people
commiting crimes to escape from the
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Alfredo fell in love with Violetta upon seeing
her lovely face and kept watch by her window
each night and when they were introduced,
wooed her immediately and they went off to
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Everything irrelevant, got up a different person
trying to climb into someone else’s life, nothing
seems valuable or real, no activity worthwhile in
an alien place, how to win back a sense of reality
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If I don’t tell anybody how horrible I feel, they won’t
get angry, they won’t blame me, nobody will know
how impossible I find it to read meaningless words
I should complete the job without bothering any-
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