Margaret Alice Second Poems

Nelson Mandela erudite, refined and charismatic,
threatening the propaganda image of rural black
people without learning, Western powers realised
he’s the ideal pawn to bring into play while forced
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Nothing wrong with reality, yet living in the
perspective of a pre-defined inter-subjective
world-view is boring and lonely and empty,
nothing fills the enormous gaps in-between
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Amazing Geometry

An amplituhedron provides proof - time & space
are illusions known by Indian religion & Western
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Everyone has a unique tailor-made life, no-one can take over
another’s role, even sleeping and dreaming, we are making
unique spiritual journeys – I love my own fantasy land with
the symbolism of crystal containers reflecting the sun like
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You expressed an acceptance last night damning
you to Hell; being a hermit you can’t be a people’s
person and I agree. I had swum to be reignited by
acquaintance with the sun, my skin tingling from
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A bundle of feistiness, anger mounting each
time self-professed superior colleagues have
loud conversations on how important they are
in the work they do - teams of two pairing in
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Just a whisper of what it once was, four walls
and an A-line roof implied, large trees around
this quiet scene have born witness - yet can-
not advise what’s gone in mysterious sighs
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Bloody hell, is this what love is? Must one
accept an endeared’s allowed to cut you off
when you want to discuss something close
to your heart - and then is entitled to even
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I’m looking for magical authors to help me in weaving
a halo around reality which have become a Miracle
Play in which my hero grew from puppet to Master
Puppeteer who could steer a Queen into dancing,
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Pink is my night-shirt, joyful my heart, sharing
books with my idol makes me feel happy and
smart, thinking of him on his Island - isolated
but not alone, spurned - but not by the World,
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