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Margaret Alice Second
Margaret Alice Second
(24 January 1961 / South Africa)
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Margaret Alice Second Poems
- ' Enneagram (Revised) But no, nothing helped when I tried ...
- A Hundred Spells Turandot, Puccini’s opera, told by stylised ...
- ' Gurgling Str...
- A Myriad Heroines Tonight sheer ecstasy and bliss, first ...
- ' Continue To Live (Revised) A sweet grey car replaced my ...
- Abrasive Waves (Revised) Belligerent discourse, each ...
- A Gothic Horror Thank you for representing life as a Gothic ...
I'm a translator who loves languages for the music in it and suffer the grammar and other rules for the joy of hearing the cascading sounds rhythmically spilling over me. I live in South Africa and work in Pretoria as an undercover poet cum government official, still dreaming of 007 status - and who doesn't...
Friday night 11 July 2014
Oh for to dance all night long, to swirl on ... more »
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' Enneagram (Revised)
But no, nothing helped when I tried to be myself
reading old books, even a new one on sixth sense
said I should take heed of every single pain my
body produced to determine what I think
I feel a stranger in my own skin after a day
doing Big Five & Enneagram questionnaires
– which classify me the most selfish, unhelpful,
self-centred human alive;
even fairy pictures in my Treasury of Children’s
Poetry failed to restore me; according to the
questionnaires, I am detrimental to people
I meet in social contexts - I am devastated
cannot ...
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Dear Margaret Alice Second, your flowery verses touch my soul as stars dappled stream flows.
Margaret Alice, you either have one of the most wonderful imaginations in the world, or you are quite familiar with the little fellows in white coats who carry very large butterfly nets! Or is it Marilese? Or could you be my Kimberly, returning from a dimension worlds away, through and from so many vanishing doors? Every time I find her she seems to slip away again... I think she was a hermit crab one time, and I couldn't bring myself to eat her. It was much easier when she was human. Some times if Golam, speak like I, hiding she will come out of. So try I, try I, try I, and over over. But then, sees she only me, and her dragons upon fly away her. In any regard, lovely, your poems are. Found you, happily so, certainly me.
This may be Margaret Alice Second- but there could only ever be one Margaret Alice; so true, so honest and approachable, eloquent and curious..an expansive and inquiring mind in the Cosmos..