Margaret Alice Second Poems

Decorated the study with old blue religious pictures,
my small lights - a lamp and a hat hung on a hook;
expressing feelings fills me with energy; too excited
to sleep, playing with beautiful things & looking for
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Another instance of illusions lost,
trying to exercise watching ankle
swell and limping while the team
of professionals order me to walk
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I need to travel in time to surcease my brother Attila
the Hun's suffering through the strife of mom as the
Queen of Hearts and dad as Conan the Barbarian; to
give him a better life, prevent the bitterness showing
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Without wisdom & self-discipline my brother Atilla
the Hun still sits in an ethical morass we were born
into, he rejected the help of a children's book series
offering a moral system which saw me through child-
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There, the anger is gone, why worry when a
dictator refuses to dictate? Why feel sorry
for yourself when your foot refuses to mend
or when they hate the subjects you discuss,
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Thinly it flows - the sweet little voice, pure,
growing thinner on rising with certain vowels
but as she arrives at the really high notes her
voice grows broader, stronger, then fans out
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These wonderful young kids have technique but
lack adult vocal chords to resonate with a wide,
perfect, rounded sound - oh, its wonderful they
can already master it in their youth and enchant
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I send you and yours a golden light of love
each time I float in the turquoise pool, look
up at a soft blue sky tinted with light of life,
direct this energy to my far-off friend - and
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As an Italian song, Caro Mio Ben did not please
when presented for conquest in a singing lesson,
with great trepidation I switch on sweet Amira's
version - and lose my heart listening to silk-like
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Living in South Africa is a balance between pros
and cons, the state is criminal; it has never been
otherwise, just as it is almost everywhere - only
overseas criminals are the more adept & better
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