Margaret Alice Second
Biography of Margaret Alice Second
Friday night 11 July 2014
Oh for to dance all night long, to swirl on the song, to twirl in my dreams where everything is how I want it to be...
Saturday night 21 September 2013:
As an Astrogenetic Cancerian Alice (with apologies to Linda Goodman and Lewis Carrol) I dutifully called my Leonine mom, the Queen of Hearts, who was happily ensconced in a Seance with her Myrmidons, and then I inadvertently tread on the toes of my Scorpion Beloved whose uncontrollable urge to sting all touching him, made him retaliate...
To add insult to injury, when I withdrew into my shell, he accused me of hurting him with no concern for the way he stung me; so when my Aquarian daughter called me to task for leaving my plastic cushion in her bathroom, I threw the cushion out of the window, causing general upheaval...
Such is the joys of domestic life - let it be known that I am leaving the reincarnational cycle and will move on to non-physical existence after this stint in the solar system; I find it a most ridiculous and self-defeating situation and do not plan to ever engage in Astrogenetic life again - ever...
It is time to concentrate on making communication between dimensions possible and to that end I wish to move between as many dimensions as possible. Aha, at least and finally, I have formulated the purpose of my existence in my biography, how's that, Nietsche,
Goethe et al?
Friday 14 November 2011: Continuing life as Margaret Alice (Second) to show where my scribblings continue, is confusing – but I could not find my way in the chaos of my first posting site. Ah, and today, the air-con is off, my head is sore, fanatics held me enthralled when I should have been working to reach higher production numbers to earn my salary honestly –though that is impossible given that I failed to turn into a machine- in spite of all my attempts to die unto myself – I am sorry, being dead is just not possible while my spirit is so much alive – but the next batch of soul-destroying documents might just bring it to pass - hope never dies!
Wednesday 9 November 2011: Two arrest warrants to translate, two nightmares - so I confide my overflowing feelings to paper - without impossible projects, with nothing to do; I stop writing also - so I suppose translation is the terrible inspiration that forces me to counter my inadequacy by writing words who are free - without the constrictions of a source text and the terrible limitations of an even worse target text!
Sunday 16 October 2011 – I am a public servant who translates documents from the unpoetic original into prosaic terms in a target language while my soul is singing its own song inside…
Monday 8 August 2011 - Let it be chronicled that I lost today, the headache did not go away, and tonight I am bored with my thoughts. I have lost the ability to transcend horrible times with pictures and thoughts, time to practice again...
Since my previous Margaret Alice spot on Poemhunter got so clogged, people complained they could not access and read my poems, so I am continuing in a new spot - let's hope this will enable others to read Margaret Alice again...see my pictures and ideas at
where I am Agent Snowflake, writing as Peanuts.
- Fifth Attack (C) -new-
- Gaza Fired Missile -new-
- Tsunami Of Love (Cor.) -new-
- Wisdom Encasing Love -new-
- There With You [rev.] -new-
- In Sacred Space [rev.] -new-
- Highest Virtue (C) -new-
- Infinite World -new-
- Ocean Of Meanings [rev.] -new-
- Out Of Place [rev.] -new-
- Idol [rev.] -new-
- Without Drawbacks [rev.] -new-
- Eternal Song [rev.]
- Moving Out [rev.]
Margaret Alice Second Poems
Decried Or Sabotaged [2nd Revision]
All community-building initiatives are decried or sabotaged, South Africa’s divided, works against itself, corruption’s rife; infrastructure, government facilities, railways, electricity and water and roads decay lacking investment and maintenance -
' Continue To Live (Revised)
A sweet grey car replaced my noble Jeep, it is utterly alien to me; oh, I always knew this day would come, the Jeep's upkeep was an extra expense we did not need
Sadness Is About
This is such a sad, sad, sad day, the sun shining in a sad way, the very air I breathe is sad, the music in my ears crying in violin and sad theme, all comfort lost, security is
Can'T Wait For Perfection
Sweet, so sweet the air-con revenge: finally the system is fixed, I'm purple and blue with the cold in the office, everyone huddles in all kinds of garments, we had complained a lot
The schism complete, no reconciliation in our family, my beloved decided the peppery-tongued Duchess just too much, dysfunctional brain and irrational craze or not, he cannot condone her excess, that
Turned 21 Today
And so my little darling turned 21 today, a laughing teasing slouching breezing Anime- watching, nightly disappearing girl who orders her brother and mother around and wraps her
When someone goes into self-righteous mode a hot, terrible fury rises like a raging whirlwind in me so I have to block the voice of the self- styled paragon - when esteemed colleagues
A Gothic Horror
Thank you for representing life as a Gothic horror with the nerve-wrecking shocks of demented men, dad as Heathcliff, mom as Mr Rochester’s mad first wife and you a strange mixture between Jane Eyre
The Third Eye
The third eye grants a knowledge divine says a Sanskrit Manuscript, with the light of a million lustrous suns, today scientists suppose the pineal gland to be the third eye
Africa is depressing says Alet - sadness in her eyes - well, yes - but Africa is beautiful, a sleeping mermaid without a soul who can only get one when doing an unselfish deed
Phoenix Taking Me High [rev.]
New paving looking better as fear & anxiety slowly subsides, no longer feel like a beggar in my own home, gripped by fear from seeing living grass replaced by dead paving; calmed
A Gorgeous Ice Palace [rev.]
Snowflakes hung in the window of my imitation ice palace, viewing "Frozen" again, wishing for Snow Queen power to create wonders in ice, completely alone & content to live in freedom
' Gurgling Stream [revis...
Knowing the little alien in my head was filled with discontent went to French class prepared full well with a treat for it, Offenbach played on an earphone in only the left ear
Survive Adult Life
Anastasia Krupnik asked open-ended questions doing a project on her career, wanting to become a bookstore owner to sell her dad’s poems; today we did open-ended questions in French Class for
Science Poems 1. (4)
Imagine the beautiful, fragile soap-bubbles of
shimmering voids formed by great explosions
galaxies streaming in filaments
Imagine a sponge, dark voids filled with invisible
galaxies, unknown particles outlined against the
Great Wall opposite the star sign of