Index
of Poetry
Maggie's
Theme
- (written
by Terry Carlin)
Touched
By An Angel
- (written by
Terry Carlin)
Miss
Me - But Let Me Go
- (written
by Terry Carlin)
Knight
of Mine -
(written by
Maggie)
Alone
- (written by
Maggie)
Can
Heaven Wait?
- (written by
Maggie)
How
Shall I Hold My Soul?
- (written by
Ranier
Maria Rilke)
Man
of Words
- (written by
Maggie)
Maggie
- (written by
W.L.)
You
- (written
by: Maggie)
Forever
Friends -
(written by
Terry Carlin)
My
Angel True
- (written by
Terry Carlin)
Today
- (written by
Maggie)
My
Little Friend- Goodbye
- (written by
Maggie)
When
Love Is Not Enough
- (written by
Maggie)
Broken
Promises
- (written by Maggie)
What is Spirit
(written by
Maggie)
My lovely friend Terry whom I mentioned on my opening page looked into my soul and wrote for me the most beautiful poem, which he has kindly given me permission to share with you all. Thank you Terry, my 'Knight', from the bottom of my heart.
Dreams shattered, nightmares haunting
Physical, emotional abuse, spirit low
Lonely sad, depressed, hope flickers
Then rekindles, spirit survived, rebuilding anew
Friends are there, some unlooked for
Life turns around; illness and pain are constant companions
I carry on spirit high and strong
Dreams rebuilt, living as I choose
Not others choosing, helping others in what way I can
To love, hope and have faith anew
Others who are suffering as I knew
I am me, Maggie, Hello.
Written by: Terry Carlin
(my "Knight" who is always there for me)
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This Poem was also written by Terry for me, thank you my "Knight"
In
this world there are achievers and movers
but
there are those who are quiet achievers
and
humble in spirit and in heart, they are few and far
between,
for when you meet one you will know
as
I have, and am humbled by her strength of spirit
she
walks with angels, and everyone should read her words
for
she is a quiet achiever and an angel
awards
can be given but she only needs one
award,
and that is her friendship, and I am blessed
to
have hers, my angel, the world is a far more a
richer place with you in it.
Written by: Terry Carlin - October 1st 2000
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Terry wrote the following poem for and about me very recently. He understands more than most that my life is somewhat fragile. He has captured the essence of me. Thank you Terry once again. What would I do without "My Knight"
Miss Me-But Let Me Go
When
I come to the end of the road
and
the sun has set for me
I want
no rites in a gloom filled room,
why
cry for a soul that has been set free
Miss
me a little, but not too long
and
not with your head bowed low
remember
the love we once shared
we
take it with us
miss
me but let me go
For
this is a journey the we must all take
and
each must go alone
it's
all a part of the master's plan
a
step on the road home
when
you are lonely
go
to the friends that you know
and
bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
miss me -but let me go
Written
by: Terry Carlin - October, 2000
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This one is for you - Terry My Knight
Knight of Mine
God
smiled on me the night I met my Knight
Seemingly
by accident he rode into my life in the wee hours of the morning.
He
lived at that time only in cyber-space.
Something
though about his gentle way and the wisdom of his words told me I could
trust him with my very soul.
I
poured my heart out to him, and we shared together some of our inner most
thoughts.
He
has comforted me, and kept me from drowning in the depths of the
insecurity of murky waters.
How can I repay him, I fear I cannot.
I
write this for him now with love and affection and the desire that I may
be there for him someday in his darkest hours.
It
was no accident that he rode into my life – it was fate.
You
are My Knight, now and forever.
Lovingly
Your Angel
Written by: Maggie
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The following was written many years ago when I thought my life was over and I was struggling to find the meaning to my life once again.
I sit alone in front of my window, watching life passing
Have I come so far only to find that the struggle was all in vain
What was the driving force that kept me struggling endlessly
Reaching beyond my dreams, and why now has my courage
Left me, hurtling me back towards insecurity
Let me regain my courage and strength
To find that God given sense of self-preservation
For without that goal we as humans are lost
Let me not be lost, but find that bright warming,
Comforting light at the end of my quest,
For if not total happiness, then a feeling of inner peace.
Written by: Maggie
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I wrote the following poem only recently, poetry is not exactly my forte, but this came to me one afternoon during a moment of quiet reflection.
Do I dare to dream
Do I dare to love
Do I dare to trust the one I love
Do I dare to hope my love is returned
and that my heart will not be burned.
Do I dare to wait for the love that can't wait,
my life is passing, it may come too late.
Do I dare reach out and take the one
or ever be silent and pray he'll come.
For you I will dream
For you I will trust, and
For you I will wait
'till we reach heaven's gate.
For it is you my darling, the one that I love.
Written by: Maggie
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I have the following poem on my page, for no other reason than I just love it.
How
shall I hold my soul, that it may not be touching yours?
How
shall I lift it then above you to where other things are waiting?
Ah,
gladly would I lodge it, all-forgot, with some lost thing, the dark is
isolating
on
some remote and silent spot, that, when your depths vibrate, is not itself
vibrating.
You
and me – all that lights upon us, though, brings us together like a
fiddle-bow
drawing
one voice from two strings it glides along.
Across
what instruments have we been spanned?
And
what violinist holds us in his hand?
O
sweetest song.
Written
by: Ranier
Maria Rilke
‘Possibility of Being’
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MAN OF WORDS
The man of words sits looking at his screen
His fingers are poised ever so delicately on his keyboard,
His mind is wandering to the time that they shared together.
What is he going to say to her?
He lovingly types each word carefully
He feels as he does so that he is caressing her again
With each and every word he writes.
This time however, he knows her.
He can smell the scent of her, and is familiar with the woman within her.
He remembers the touch of her hand, the gentle kiss on his lips,
The softness of her skin.
He wonders if she is feeling with the same intensity.
The moment had surprised him.
He imagines her reading his words that he will send in only a few short moments.
He knows that she will sigh longingly as she reads them, as she has always done.
He knows only too well that she too is a woman of words
They step together in tune with one another, word for word like a symphony.
Their words allow them to communicate their innermost thoughts
For it is their words that first drew them together.
The question still remains however, where will they lead them?
Written by: Maggie
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This following poem was written for me by a new dear friend "The Man of Words" - I thank him very much. It will always be very special to me, and it brought a tear to my eye.
I
press the buzzer at her door
a
bark, a whirr, a welcome smile
inside
I step, a greeting kiss
I’ll
stay here for a while
A
woman of great courage
wisdom,
trust and love
dealt
a bad hand from the start
but
never needs a shove
Her
legs don’t have the strength
no
forward step she takes
but
unlike the weaker in our midst
no
backward step she makes
It’s
though she’s always sat there
observing,
hearing all
and
now she has great wisdom
compassion
- standing tall
A
pleasure to be a friend of hers
with
whom to share life’s dreams
her
emotional battery never dies
or so it never seems.
Written by: W.L.
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You came into my life like a soft breeze in the newness of the morning
You breathed new life into my tired and aching heart
You gave me back belief that had been shattered
You wooed me with your poetic words
You filled my life with tender romance
You had my body, and you captured a piece of this precious heart
You made me believe in me again
You were here, but as quietly as you entered my life, you left
Now I am here, and wondering why?
Why did you come, and why did you leave, when we had only just begun
I have no answers - just a tired and weary heart.
Written by: Maggie
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Once again my "Knight" has written two beautiful poems for me, such a lucky girl I am to have found such a sweet man to be my friend.
As long as the sun shines, we will be friends
when periods of doubt, and feeling down come over me
I think of you and like magic the clouds disappear.
The thought of your warm smile gladdens my heart
to know you care even when you are not there.
It is a special person that can be a true friend
and you are that friend , through thick and thin
in good times and bad we are there for each other.
This world can be a very trying place
I just want you to know that this world is
a much more interesting place with you in it.
We are friends forever, and forever friends
no matter where life takes you be happy
and know that you are in my thoughts often.
Terry Carlin - January 2001
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Like gossamer shining in the sun, her hair is radiant
Like gold of the sun that is in her smile
Like warmth of a welcoming fire is in her smile
Like velvet is her friendship that fits like a snug glove
Like a rainbow is in her very soul
This my friend , my true friend
my angel true
My angel on her chariot of fire.
Terry Carlin - January 2001
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Today you walked out of my life once again
Today you did not feel the pain in me you caused
Today you did not see the tears I cried for you in vain
Today you you did not hear me cry out your name
Today my life has past me by again without a second glance
Today my dreams are shattered in pieces on the floor never to be dreamed again.
Today I realized I cannot live a day without me hearing your voice.
Today I know I have to get on with my life, even though I don't know how!
Please tell me how I can live through "Today"
Written by Maggie - 15 February 2001
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My little friend true and dear
A part of my life year after year
Your little face and trusting eyes
We never liked to say goodbyes
Sadly now my little friend the time has come
When your time on earth is now done
I have to say my final goodbye to you now
but I honestly do not know how
My heart is breaking, my head is hung low
We will be together again one day though, this I know!
Written by Maggie: 17 February, 2001
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What do you do when your heart is breaking?
What do you do when you realize your most sacred dreams and plans you
made together will not come true?
What do you do when your heart knows one thing
but your head tells you the opposite?
What do you do when you miss being held by that special someone you love?
What do you do when every being of you wants to be with that person again?
What do you do to stop yourself from reaching out and making it a reality
again,
knowing that you cannot?
What do you do when you want to say " I love you still"; and
How do you tell him that, "sometimes love is just not enough"?
Written by Maggie - 15 June, 2001
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Broken Promises
A promise is sacred and given by your heart.
Never make a promise lightly, or one that you never intend to keep
The promise to receiver believes you with their whole heart.
With the breaking of that promise you can literally break a vulnerable heart.
I give my heart, I give my soul, I give my love, but never break a promise.
For I will never break a promise to you.
Written by Maggie - 24 September, 2001
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Inner Spirit is so difficult to describe. I believe that the power of "Spirit" is in all of us, deep inside. Often times when our lives are in turmoil, our hearts are broken, or when serious illness strikes us or the reality of death may descend upon us.
Perhaps we are unable to see a future or happiness. We may be fighting our deepest and darkest foes. It is then that we begin our search, our quest deep within ourselves to find that place, that core which is "Spirit" that makes us human.
When we have found it, it will shine through like a beacon for all to gaze upon, and give us the courage and the strength to battle through.
We will use it to fight and win, but if the Good Lord has other plans for us, it gives us great knowledge and a quiet acceptance to deal with all that befalls us.
The Spirit is in us all!
This is my belief.
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Music: 'Watermark' - Enya
