Long Alice Poems
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Muse 1 to Muse 2: "I wonder what it's like in the rabbit burrow"
Muse 2 replied: "Stand a little closer. I'll be happy to kick you in"
Muse 1 with trusting innocence: "Can I let you know tomorrow?"
Muse 2 just rolled her eyes, trying to conceal a Cheshire Cat grin
I warned in lines of, 'Go Ask Alice,' exactly what you'd find
down a rabbit hole. I said its depth would devour your soul
If you ignore this advice, your life will be cursedly confined
You can't break free of the warden's warren. He's in control
Another prisoner of addiction, like those in a California hotel
known as the house with a thousand mirrored-ceiling rooms
Sign in and you can never leave. You'll be captive of the spell
Ask Alice. She's trippin' in the woods, searching for shrooms
If you continue your journey down that dark desert highway
You'll be greeted with pink champagne when you first arrive
then taken down a dark maze inside. They'll invite you to stay
Kill the beast and you'll be released, if you want to survive
Lewis Carroll's tale is a fable; a dark satire written in allegory
"How long is forever, Rabbit?" asked Muse One, just for fun
Muse Two answered on the run, "Sometimes just one second."
It's profound that his words reveal the valid moral of the story -
You can't tell seconds from years, once the hare has beckoned
This was not written for any contest.
It's a follow-up to my 'Go Ask Alice.'
I’d Love To Love Her
Gabriel Magno © 2014
I’d love to love her, but she’s not mine
I’d love to love her, that girl’s so fine
I dream of her while I’m asleep
I’d climb a mountain ever so steep
To hold her in my arms so tight
And rock her gently through the night
Now here she comes, my heart does race
What can I say with this red face
Embarrassed yes, my hands do shake
What is the next move I should make?
“My name is Alice” she reveals
Is this a dream or is this real?
I asked myself as I felt lame
In trying to stutter out my name
With all my courage and all my wit
I dared not reel, I did not quit
To now put forth my hopeful plan
But she revealed that she’s a man
Hello Sunshine, Good day World
May I but sip from the Chalice
Rain, a rose, Quiet repose
The Warm that is Linda Alice
written by Michael in 1975
(I found this handwritten poem in an old box of memorabilia. I submit it not as an ego post, but as a tribute to a mentor who is no longer with us. He encouraged and supported me in our work that was challenging and heartbreaking. It was offered me as a small respite from that work and to give me a smile. I did not change punctuation or capitalization. It had no title - I thought his name would be appropriate. I also thought it should be documented with smiles and fondest memories.)
new year's teenage must
casey kasem counting down
the top one hundred
led zeppelin
a whole lotta love up the
stairway to heaven
hey jude
bringing me up
when I'm down
mamas and papas
california dreamin'
~ idle winter days
knit one purl one
two-tone phentex slippers
to beatles tunes
elvis
love me tender
with caramel kisses
engelbert
singing his heart out
a man without love
beach boys
god only knows
whispered in the rain
tom jones and
green green grasses
of home
sounds of silence stir
with simon and garfunkel
darkness an old friend
otis sitting
on the dock of the bay
till evening comes
me and mrs jones
sax and blues
the morning after
barry white
can't get enough of your love
on red satin sheets
nancy sinatra
strutting her custom boots
made for walking
neil diamond
sings to
sweet caroline
cash johnny and june
getting married in a fever
~ lifetime parole
patsy cline
crazy
missing you
band of five
driving old dixie down
into the night
janis joplin
hanging out with me
and bobby mcgee
playing the cd
jesus christ superstar
each sunday
cher
halfbreed
by harvest moon
last schoolbus run
alice the first out
no summer school
joni mitchell
hailing
big yellow taxi
santana
catering to his
black magic woman
pink floyd
laying another brick
in the wall
john lennon
imagine
dark clouds rolling in
c c r
putting a spell on you
just because they can
elvis still asking
if you're lonesome
he's willing to sing
memories of
hotel california
you can never leave
hemming bell bottoms
summer radio blaring
to seventies tunes
Lost, empty, dead inside—
All typical words of irrational despair
Cradled lust
Wandering in a foreign land,
Dazed and disoriented
Crushed and soured in youthful wisdom
I wish I had hung on longer…
Daisies in the sunlight
Him, behind her
The most beautifully shaped smile I have ever seen
So glad it was all captured in that one photograph
Snails crawl down the pavement
Trust loses its glamour
I am desperate to crawl away from the slime of deception
The very slime that I leave behind…
Evil overtakes the weak-minded
The strong look on, glad it is not them
Gargoyles grin in happy anguish
Sin is pride
There is no room to be the devil’s advocate
I cannot be singled out of the sorry crowd anymore
I cannot even gather enough thought to write
My wings are so wounded,
I cannot even bare to think of the possibility of flying
So worried, so sad, words largely overlooked
So many layers and so many ideas overlooked,
Always thought of, but never written down
Never coming to light
Your dimples make me cry…
I am so exhausted
I wish to sleep forever
My fingers are sore, my pencil is purple
I feel like time is losing its meaning
It is losing its power among the majority of maggots
The wristwatch is pinching me
And the hands on the sad clock with Roman Numerals have stopped
Maybe the battery has died
Mine has not, and yet I am not moving very fast
There is no progress here
It has been more than five years now
Since the day I looked into those green suns of eyes
Too long for my liking
I would rather feel the darkness, be the darkness
But instead I am gray, boring and dull
The fact that not one truly cares
Does not bother me as much as the smile
The smile so far away
Alice in Wonderland
Caught in a cold, wishing myself better
I overwhelm myself to faerie dust
Welcome dreams…welcome rest
Hi dear friends, I’m back after a bad shingles attack and straight after that bronchitis verging on pneumonia.
Little Robin red breast bobbing up and down,
Would take away with glee, anybody’s frown
And friendly buzzing Mr Bumble bee delights,
Us one and all, he does not sting, it’s not his thing.
He visits flowers , red, yellow purple , pink and blue,
Which attract him, loves their pollen and alluring hue.
One day bumble bee and little robin decided to be human,
So prepared for tea and pancakes, without the gluten,
They saw Katy the caterpillar crawling on the lawn,
And invited her to join them, the following morn at dawn,
They all met for this fun occasion by the nearby river,
But an uninvited visitor arrived with shiny wings, such a diva.
A Hadeda elegant and loud of call thought she was an opera
Singer, had one thing on her mind, which was Katy Caterpillar,
She slowly walked on her stalk like legs towards this prickly
Little insect, wanting to swallow Katy who was so wiggly,
Down her gullet, but Robin red breast said no no, no,
And Bumble bee agreed and said, I think you ‘d better go
So with his wide spread wings the Hadeda flew away,
Leaving Bumble bee and little Robin to enjoy their day,
How wonderful was their idea for pancakes and tea.
Another visitor arrives, so famous, known to you and me,
Can you guess who.
He wears a top hat, mutters crazy sayings,
And carry’s a full tea pot , ‘do you want a cup of tea,
Oh dear, oh dear, my or me, he or she or maybe you.
He takes his watch out of his waist coat pocket and says,
‘I’m late, I’m late for a a very important date, no time to
Say hello goodbye I’m late I’m late I’m late’
‘It’s time for me to go,
Au revoir from your dizzy beau.’
It was the Mad Hatter, of course,
An Alice in Wonderland source.
What happened to Katy caterpillar, well fearing
For her life, Katy crawled under a nearby bush,
Did not intend to be a snack, or mealtime mush.
NB – THE WORDS UTTERED BY THE MAD HATTER – are both from the book Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll and some of my own.
HADEDA IBIS - referred to in South Africa as only Hadeda.
Oh! Where Have You Been
by Alice Maraglia
Your Uber/Lyft Transporter
My standard question when picking up a passenger
is, where have you been, and where are you going?
At times it is at the airport, work or other strange places.
My car is like a box of chocolates, to coin a phrase.
I never do know what I will get, or what's inside.
Sometimes, it's a gooey fun ride, and sometimes
it's just okay to cry.
It only takes a piece of candy or something to eat, making
you relaxed enough to pick up the beat.
I often feel like the bar tender who gives sound advice,
maybe the therapist, who picks your brain.
You listen to my bad jokes, laugh, and then you cry.
I will always be wanting to know, where have you been
and where are we going?
Well, it's off to some other corner of the world, a new
adventure lurks around the bend.
Can't wait for the journey to end.
My question will always be, and where have you been,
and where are you going?
Hop in, relax, and enjoy the ride.
Quote -- "life is a perpetual yesterday for us"--Alice Sebold
On nature's trail, a winter's sunlit stroll,
Leafless sentinels, tall trees stand with grace,
Aging growth an emblem of timeless scroll,
Or nature's mind, a neural network's trace?
Little birds dance upon the branches high,
Where were they in the rain of yesterday?
Blue sky above, sun's warm and cozy sigh,
The Clouds and leaves, where did they fade away?
Synced with the nature, my brain's network vast,
Life, a puzzle, memories intertwined,
A mystery to solve, the clues amassed,
In the neural network, answers we find.
Youth's fleeting gaze, where did it disappear?
Time, relentless, no pause, no restful mile,
Lovers came up, departed swift and clear,
In perpetuity, this network's guile.
Humpty-Dumpty wanted ride on road side view.
All the king’s horses were standing in a queue.
Humpty-Dumpty chose one,
In the last race that won.
All the king’s cats and kittens started calling mew-mew.
Jubilant Jack Frost wearing thin torn jacket
stepped on snow descending from a rocket.
chewed snow balls from a jug.
Sister Jill gave him hug.
Jack pushed Jill to snatch her snow ball locket.
On way Red Riding Hood met a wolf in white dress
wearing shiny soft woolly shoes with white lace.
Wonderful wolf named Wow-Wow
nodded its head and made bow.
Nice compassionate wolf tried to impress.
Alice was was wandering in wonderland
Weird happenstances ! Do you understand ?
She entered rabbit - hole
to slide and roll and roll.
She met rabbit to dance delight hand in hand.
Black Sheep peeps pushing bush beside pool,
when little boy is on his way to school.
Sheep eats green grass
always in huge mass.
It makes no wool but makes the boy fool.
Lake previous poetic effort,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,
aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked at least une nurse
sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation,
and additionally one emphatic curse,
where mine poe whet
tick feet did immerse
for the methamphetamine time acid,
(I said to myself), why traverse
pointlessly imagining something worse
tread about, i.e. say...tripping
along head over heels, yet
nagging notion would not disperse
venturing blithely writing
plunging into terra incognita parallel
universe a "multiverse"
herewith also Ark
chew woolly Noah intent
for yours truly to drown while purse
sue wing abstract notion,
viz domain of science fiction,
never intermittently intersperse
sing following lines with "HELP, I need
somebody...", nor deliberately submerge
readers within a mini sea course
of confusion, but I feel confounded
gripped, lured...and will gladly reimburse,
should delving over my head diverse
if eyeing breadth, length, scope...
beyond realm of mom and pop verse
a tile theoretical physicists,
who casually identify ten dimensions
— eleven including time, nor averse
slithering thru worm holes
such more'n flight of fancy seems perverse,
whereat numberless whirled
wide webs presents obverse
to accepted paradigm reverse
sing scientific tenets describing
quarks, plus portal bellow much
room (See Alice in Wonderland) disperse
sing notions, where exodus
into alternate self contained
separate cosmological infinitesimal channels
far more exciting than reality television!