For a few seconds, I can forget the human,
I can just know the humanity.
Margaret from across the street is eighty-three,
My mother is fifty-three.
Sweet tea is eternal, it would seem.
They're talking candy for Christmas:
Peanut brittle and cinnamon rolls,
Potato taffy and candy canes,
Holidays and pine trees wrapped up in twinkle lights,
And in a shimmering tinsel.
And I can forget about the human,
I listen in on just humanity.
One day, I think, I hope to be Margaret,
talking to a friend thirty years younger,
from across the street.
Trading stories for tomatoes,
and crocheted blankets for smiles and strawberries.
Craft fairs for Christmas,
And love unspoken.
Margaret Thatcher
thought no one could match her.
Her hair was laquered, never a mess;
she bought her knickers from M&S.
She did as she wanted to do -
and love her or hate her it's true -
she thought she was right,
ignoring the plight
of millions in the dole queue.
The poll tax was a big mistake;
her name was hated in its wake.
Replaced by Major, 'No,' she cried.
Some even partied when she died.
See Saw, Margery Daw,
Marguerite - a pearl of a name…
stateswoman, socialite, singer?
No, a servant, soldier, and spy.
Could she be a latent
Margaret Thatcher?
No she's clearly a servant,
a nurse to prisoners of war.
Margarita, clearly a picture,
which brings to mind a debutante?
No, she's clearly a "soldier"
a POW herself soon enough.
Marguerite/a Musical,
does she dream of singing?
No, she's clearly a spy; In 1946
she received the Medal of Freedom.
She was the subject of the movie,
The Great Raid in 2005;
and she shared her story
in an autobiography - Miss U.
See Saw, Margery Daw,
Meet Margaret Utinsky
a pearl in Manila, World War 2
a Pearl of the Orient.
Queen Margaret, of four year rule...
I learned about you. Never knew!
True love does not come in chariot ~ it walks until it finds its way.
Mrs. Margaret 'Molly' Corbin:
A true Revolutionary War heroine.
When her husband in battle fell dead,
Though wounded, she fired his cannon instead.
Margaret dared to poke the bear
She thought she was so smart
With eyes of coal; she lacked a soul
And shot him straight through the heart
She sat and laughed at what she’d done
Because she thought she was smarter than everyone
She played the victim and tried to sway
the stares and talks of what people would say
When his family discovered what she had done;
their fight for justice had begun
So she packed her belongings and fled out of town
In the middle of the night, not making a sound
But it was too late, they already knew
All the things that she did do
You can run, you can hide
But you’ll never get away
The truth always wins; we know what you did...and prison awaits your stay.
Margaret Atwood's: The Testaments
Offering to surf a periwinkle wave with broad sets of sprawls,
entertaining a receptive ivory sea of crested puffiness,
wooing anointing doves to joyously immerse creation,
toward its pure dawning rise of scriptures souls.
***I read some reviews, it's an intriguing read into the insights of womankind bearing upon a prophetic assemblage of the impending future -- I preface a muse entitled 'The Testaments' as a colorful introductory honoring her book sort-of-speak for newcomers -- unless they read 'Handmaid's....'
2019 September 14
*4th Place*
Arbitrium Divisa 4
~~Gregory R Barden
Referenced: The Testaments 09/11/2019
Politician Margaret Thatcher
No man could match her
First lady Prime Minister at number ten
It had always been a man till then!
Clerihew Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
She was nicknamed 'the Iron lady' during her term in office
1/23/19
It’s me. Margaret.
My parents’ gave me this proper name
Always wondered from where it came
I never liked it while in school
Just didn’t think that it was cool
Cut it in half and added an i
Now I’m wondering why
Starting to think it’s not so bad
Didn’t appreciate what I had
Now I’m grateful for their choice
My parents provided, when I had no voice
Would I change it now? No way!
I’m proud my name is Margaret A.
Nowadays
I'm awake before the light.
My talons are sore with over-use.
My beak is shattered in 3 places.
My feathers, thank God, still look amazing.
Though I've been flightless
For four days now...
Starting to see ghost worms.
Hobbling around in the cold.
Dark tunnels.
Chewing on wet paper.
I'm finished.
Someone tell Margaret I love her.
And that she was right.
Those zooming beams of divine light
Are not our friends.
The famous journalist and author Margaret Mitchell
Dressed in pants so mother wouldn't have to watch a vigil
Her brother insisted if she was to play with him she would be a boy named Jimmy
I bet her mother saved thousands of dollars on her childhood shimmy
Shimmy- an undergarment worn by a female
Margaret Mitchell wrote the novel "Gone With The Wind"
Written: June 01, 2015
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: Cleri-who?
When Margaret was little her dress caught on fire on the fire iron grate but she was not hurt and all turned out well but her mother started dressing her in boys pants to avoid that happening again..She was nicknamed Jimmy from a cartoon character of that time..Of course, the nickname did not stay beyond childhood..
A jump a skip and a jig perhaps
I shall steel myself and I will
Dance on her grave
Mystery no forgiveness as time has passed
But my promise made and I will
Dance on her grave
An oath made as a wilful young man
Older now yet still and I will
quietly
Dance on her grave
Wipe my tears sweet Margaret,
ask me why it is I grieve.
Ask me not of my regret.
It is for un-leaving of a tree.
It is for coming lack of Spring.
It is for this and other things.
It is for clouds that block the sun.
It is for a clock not setting still.
It is for a creek waterless to run.
It is for loss of life's own will.
It is for all we have not seen.
It is for this and other things.
It is for wand-wood leafless lie.
It is for snow on mountains tall.
It is for tears that fill an eye.
It is for coming of the fall.
It is for a church bell as it rings.
It is for this and other things.
Ask me not of my regret.
Blind it is for men to sin.
Just hold my heart sweet Margaret,
and love me to the coming end.
Beyond your spirit catching wing,
it is for this and no other thing.