Nov 172014
 

Nourishment Beats

In the stillness
I can hear,
Angel hearts beat —
Nourishing my soul
One song at a time.

Mags Alden, November 18, 2014

Jan 292010
 

Angelic Peck | Authspot. Margaret Alden’s most recent poem published on Authspot. “Ingesting my dream one kiss at a time.”

Jan 252010
 

Come Dream with Me | Authspot. A poem from Margaret – “Capture my heart.”

Drift | Authspot

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Jan 252010
 

Drift | Authspot.A romantic poem by Mags Alden Published on Authspot. – “Drift my love.”

Jan 222010
 

Collide | Authspot. An intimate poem

Mags Alden:

Dreams collide.

Night Dreams

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Jan 102010
 

Night Dreams

Night

A kaleidescope of dreams
Parading for their purpose
Oft important it seems

Night

So full of vision light
Symbolic or direct
Where do you lead me tonight

 DWPenner August 15, 2005
Jan 102010
 

Surrender

When every ounce of fight has gone.

Surrender to the sirens ringing in my head –
Resistance is futile my brain cells are dead.
The dreams that kept me flying have turned to vapor.
Entering the eternal mist –
Staring blankly at the ceiling –
Regret to exist.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 27

Slumber Companions

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Jan 082010
 

Slumber Companions

Our imaginations are forever expanding.

Sinking into my pillow,
Drifting into other realms:
Possibility, destiny, creative embers;
Are my slumber companions.
What our imagination creates,
Has the power to make a difference.

Mags Alden, April 4, 2009
Jan 082010
 

Glory Touched

When you just need to know a place of refuge.

When you know you’ve been touched by heaven,
And you can’t wait to see his glory glow face,
Remember you can fly away,
To your own time and space.

Mags Alden, 2009, April 20
Jan 072010
 

Cyclic Nightmares

The black dog lurks around every crevice of my being.
Advance payed in her rent so an eviction she can evade.
Not one pinch of colour on the walls of my cell –
Just the stench of shattered dreams –
A pinch of cyclic nightmares –
My private hell.

Mags Alden, April 21, 2009