Margaret Alice Poems

It’s raining ouside – survival weather, saving our lives
but overcast weather makes me feel bad, I need the
sun to feel better; whenever I am down I go outside
and lie in the sun, when it’s rainy like now, there’s
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Wise and magical as Nanny Ogg and Granny
Weatherwax are Hanlie and June concocting
magical forms that do sums in proof of what
we’ve done so preparing a production sheet
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It’s raining – it should not be raining
but it is, in the middle of winter, in Pre-
toria where winters are traditionally
dry with brilliant blue skies and lovely
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I like the idea of your doing shooting practice and meeting
world-class Springbok athletes and liaising with executives,
but most of all, I like the fact that you don’t drag me along;
in the past I fell asleep or ran off to join the catering team
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With a shock I remember
yesterday’s miracle: The
librarian handing me the
precious last Harry Potter
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Hot young stars shining in blue
make love to nebulae in order to
produce new baby stars from
dust and gas
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You believe in principles inviolate
while I believe in you only,
you believe in absolute truth
while all I can see is subjectivity.
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My Knight on a motorbike, my nephew
once he is licensed with the confidence
to lift, off we go –
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I frequently forget
I live in a house
built of sand
when the wind
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‘Which religion should I choose to believe in’, reads
the heading of an article on Skeptic Website, I feel
very superior for already having formulated my criteria
to choose amongst religions and having chosen one,
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