What happens when your dreams fall from the sky.
When the moon loses its light one bulb at a time,
Can you hear your dreams screaming?
~ Mags Alden, Nov 12, 2014
Angelic Peck | Authspot. Margaret Alden’s most recent poem published on Authspot. “Ingesting my dream one kiss at a time.”
Collide | Authspot. An intimate poem
Many distractions try to inhibit or completely cut off my creative impulses – but I know that my creativity is a God given Holy Spirit inspired gift, that God has given me to compensate for the struggles I have had to face within my life’s journey.
Weeds have their anorexic knuckles
Clasped around my melancholy neck.
Ready to wrench my head clean off my body –
In a vane attempt to stop
My creativity flowing through my extremities –
Because it knows my soul needs to stoke
The fire of passion to do more than just exist.
Oh weeds loosen your death grasp.
My passion fire is too strong.
Words nourish my soul.
Mags Alden, June 17, 2009
When we collide it doesn’t have to make a mess.
You’re a gift from heaven above –
Your mission on Earth
To show me the true meaning of love.
I might push you away
And say I’m better on my own,
But in my heart
You have made your home.
God has allowed you to see
The tenderness in me,
So you can caress my skin sensitively.
Then ours souls will collide as one.
Mags Alden, 2009, April 18
A kaleidescope of dreams
Parading for their purpose
Oft important it seems
So full of vision light
Symbolic or direct
Where do you lead me tonight
DWPenner August 15, 2005
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
God’s recipe for success.
Lay your coming and your going
Before the masters feet.
He wants to prove his faithfulness
And clothe you in his peace.
I will open up the windows of heaven
For am I not your God.
My love is free.
I will make you succeed because of who you are in me –
Called to be loved and to love.
I am the God of much more.
Find true rest under my wings.
Mags Alden, July 19, 2009Note – this is the second poem I discovered with this title by Mags. (DWP)
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
Sometimes I wish I could fast track it to heaven.
Glory released on an unsuspecting world.
Everything he touched while amongst us
Glistening in his glory glow –
The impossible his delight.
Did he leave his fingertip imprinted on your soul?
He left a key under the doormat
’cause he’s left treasures only for you to find.
Mags Alden, April 13, 2009