Contrary To What I Feel Poem by Margaret Alice

Applying principles of Real Magic by Wayne
Dyer; relations to offensive people NOT
determined by their behavior, BUT how I
choose to relate to it, specific critics
ignored completely; my choice
regarding negative comments

It means nothing to me, only revealing the
content of the mind of another, people
respond with what they have inside, be
it lewdness or cynical shrewdness; their
character is not created by stimuli, but
revealed for all to see

And I love and respect YOU, when YOU coldly
reply – I’m not interested in any intrigue,
never read the tabloids- when I discuss
my exultation on being right in a classic
case of false accusation against a local
celebrity

I feel so deflated and disappointed, should
silence always be enforced, unless we talk
cricket and rugby, woodwork, mosaic, Getaway
magazine, Bruce Truter “How Not To Hunt
Bushpigs”; P.G. DuPlessis “Het Olifante
Elmboë”*

I also laughed at the hilarious situations;
while you steadfastly refuse looking at any
book of mine; I read your Ayn Rand - became
her firm disciple – yet you proudly proclaim
you shall never read Douglas Adams and Terry
Pratchett

Proudly insisting you will never read what I
recommend as a matter of principle – they are
too absurd for your taste – why is being
contrary to what I feel so important
to you?


*Book by P.G. DuPlessis “Do Elephants Have Elbows”