Margaret Alice Second Poems

A wonderful new rhyme to learn - Mokgadi,
Mimi, Mankidi and Thandi, sitting near me in
cubicles formed by loose screens, expressing
righteous indignation when I continuously ask
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Music is written down in staves,5 parallel,
equally-spaced, horizontal lines indicting
the path for every voice and instrument to
flow in seemingly chronological sequence
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Came home deeply sunk in the gloom of chemical
depression, nothing helped, not even finding three
new T-shirts for the holiday season - you allowed
me to swim until I had enough - three vegetables,
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International Yodelling Convocations [REVISED]
If ignored, whatever was wrong would go away - I thought;
but when I could not control the notes while trying to sing as
mother played, it seemed as if sound ran away & something
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I got hold of oats and chockbitz while doing research into
electricity networks - overwhelmed by boredom, enjoying
the process of eating so much I gave up worrying about
medical advice to abstain for hopefully a pain-free life to
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I am surprising myself by reading everything about
electricity, the deficit thereof and reasons why, now
quite saddened by the senseless violence with which
the people in Africa fight each other and destroy all
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It struck me while intent on preparing mentally for
Monday morning - I’m still of a mindset preventing
me finishing a document I was checking Friday; I
wanted to reach rock bottom this weekend but did
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Finally achieved a mental state where my brain quietly
focuses on just one document; I prepared this weekend
living in a trance, meditating how I love my little world,
effects of sunshine in trees and turquoise water of the
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When everything went wrong, every positive expectation
I had for the day met with a negative end, I had to explain
to myself why and all I could see was the spinach I had
brought with me; trying to help with book-filled boxes in
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The top was not the industrial grey it was bought in anymore
but faded into a sickly yellowish-green - like moss on an old
tree, tried everything to give it new life - wearing pearls with
macabre effect, trying the silver anchor symbol of my poet
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