Margaret Alice Poems

‘Feelings In Frequencies

Sunday, sweet memory
lighting up the cold,
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Now you know I'm made of stone and only dream
of flying and shall never stop until I fall and die,
though at present it feels as if I'm falling, but I'm
stalling in accepting this Requiem of Death
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My father gave me Grimm’s Fairy Tales
and copied the words of my favourite
Chris-Blignaut song – Oom Boggom in
die Boeliebiefblik* – playing the song
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Barbed–wire thoughts, thoughts that burn
when they are being thought – I don’t have
much sympathy with feelings expressed
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Trying the mighty power of elevation
to combat back-ache spasms that
have me sleeping on the floor; relenting
on the Oxford Dictionary which is thick
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To My Secret Valentine

I listen to the whispers in
the evening air, imagining
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Today I am the tune in Toselli's Nightingale Serenade
I am the fluctuating notes flowing softly up and down
quiet and happy in my mind - telling you about the
restfulness in my thoughts in the lower notes, then
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Superstring
Theory – my Favourite!
cried the Crocodile in delight -
Sub-Atomic Particles represented by
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Drudge With Smiling Sigh

I used to think my heart
was made of stone but
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In a frenzy of karmic demarcation, Motoyama*
dramatically decries everything we feel passion
for as possible sources of karma; Even in the
quest for knowledge, insight and wisdom
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