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Trade WindsWhat is this love we've found?
So fragile, and yet so strong.
Drawn to each other like magnets.
With a pull so strong, it is undeniable.
Lost within each other's eyes,
Lost without each other apart.
Ever changing like shifting sands,
Washed away to come back again.
Eternal lasting love of two undying souls.
Reunited bodies of hearts never separated.
We've traveled universes across time,
Only to come back to each other again.
It blows in like a gentle breeze in the night,
Or shatters with the forces of trade winds.
At times, so cold, it can leave a chill.
Until again, serenity returns after the storm.
Always knowing, we will survive,
Finding our strength within each other.
Pushing and pulling with each ebb and flow,
Catching and lifting each other up again.
Trading the gifts we bring to each other,
Accepting the shimmer with the tattered.
We are and have all that we both need.
Feeling blessed and thankful for this wonder.
So we hold out our hands, and we embrace it.
Weaving the strands
Waiting for LoveThere was a day you loved me.
I could feel it strong and true.
But something now has changed.
It's not me you choose, but you.
Distance stays between us.
The tides no longer pull.
I'm waiting for you, love,
Do you think I am a fool?
When I love it's true and deep,
Sharing all with lots to give.
Needing to spend time with you,
Days and nights by which we live.
With you, all else comes first.
You work, you play, you date.
That I should be so grateful,
While you leave me here in wait.
I don't think that I ask much.
This is not how love should be.
How can you say you love me,
Yet not want to be with me?
I've given you my love,
In my heart, you'll always stay.
But only you can cherish it,
Or choose to throw away.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Love's ChanceI let go of it all, giving my heart to love's chance.
Things should feel happier when on this ride.
Do I leave on the blinders and stay in my trance?
Or dive deeply head first into the darker side?
Time to be honest and glance in the mirror.
Find what is broken without any fear.
That in the glass is always much nearer.
Hold my head high and don't shed a tear.
I gave my heart freely without holding back.
I can't make you take all the love that I bring.
Maybe it scares you, or it's something I lack.
It could just be another tune you prefer to sing.
Do you pull away now to wrestle your own demon?
Are we pretending everything will be alright?
In dreams, do you hear the crying and screaming?
Wishing for just a little more sleep this one night.
Whatever your reasons, you choose not to share.
Keeping me at a distance and alone once again.
Lovers want to be together and their souls to bare.
Maybe it's time to withdraw and find my own zen.
You tell me your life is hard, and you will be back.
Encroaching DarknessLike a mist of fog, it suddenly appears.
It's always when you least expect it.
Even if it has been gone for years,
Awakening to find you can't reject it.
Why did you have to come back now?
Did you think it was something I miss?
Were you lying in wait just to see how,
As I listened to promises with a kiss?
Something now feels quite different,
Without words, nor rhythm nor rhyme.
Am I loved, or am I simply irrelevant?
Senseless doubt, or just killing time?
I try to shake it, but it's an arduous task.
Kicked down, so I have to climb back.
I fight back tears, and put on my mask.
Indifference, betrayal, it all leaves a crack.
Is it easier to let no one near my heart?
I close my eyes to remember your charms.
Heavy is the loneliness of many days apart.
Still wishing you will catch me in loving arms.
The encroaching darkness I cannot fight,
Or banish it with a wave of my hand.
Hoping it leaves peacefully this night,
As tides scattering shells on the sand.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
The Artist's MindEnjoying the breeze on this near perfect day,
Making me feel I've got something to say.
A spritzer of rain, some drops, not just one.
Somehow, they all forgot to tell the sun.
Clouds puffed and proud, piled double high.
White grey marshmallows in a blue azure sky.
Doves retreat to where they've been nesting.
I'm among the flowers, where I lie resting.
I absorb it all in, to help nurture my ideas.
My own playground, creativity without fears.
For I find there is art, no matter where I look.
In nature, on walls, or in pages of a book.
Especially now, with the colors of Spring,
It makes it so easy for me to do my thing.
Taking its essence to a drawing or photograph,
Or writing poetry to bring a smile, tear, or laugh.
A shade or a hue might inspire a collection.
Shapes and patterns find a whole new direction.
Embroidered with beads, woven into a bracelet,
Transformed into beauty by an artist's inner outlet.
For here in my world, it's never just black and white.
I can find inspiration watchi
For DianaMy heart is now breaking.
This day has turned too sad.
Life was once ours for the taking.
Some thought we were quite mad.
So ambitious and we were fearless,
Growing up in more ways than one.
Dancing till the night was starless,
And continuing far into the sun.
Leaving trails of broken hearts,
Hard-pressed to find the one.
Never worried, for we had smarts.
It was Peter who your heart won.
Watching as our children grow,
All beginning lives of their own.
Wishing they would always know,
All the love to them we've shown.
Love is all we really need to live.
It fills our hearts and all our needs.
We share all that we have to give,
Both in our words and in our deeds.
Time passes, with miles in between.
We had dreams to write our memoirs.
Dear friend, it's now your parting scene.
Forever loved, you'll now dance among stars.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Grateful MorningUp again, much earlier than I planned,
I wipe away sleep and tame a wild strand.
The dog is barking; it's time for a stroll,
To chase brown lizards, or a green anole.
I can't go back to bed on this beautiful day,
So I water my garden and decide to stay.
As I watch a butterfly, along comes a dove.
He sings to me sweetly, and always of love.
Neighbors are scurrying to rush off to work.
That's no longer my world, and oh what a perk!
I can sit on my porch and watch cars go by,
With coffee, a waffle, and blueberries piled high.
A rogue paper bags bounces along the walk,
Where lies the remnants of hopscotch in chalk.
Then things become quiet, except for the breeze,
Just the swishing of fronds in tall palm trees.
Here on my bench with lots of pillows quite soft,
Tucked away from view in my own little loft.
Surrounded by orchids in many colors bright,
I think I may read, but instead choose to write.
Wanting to remember the beauty of this day,
Some words will stay, while others fly away.
Lost AgainSomehow I'm lost again,
Lost between two worlds.
Lost in your words.
Lost deep in a fog.
Did I miss a beat?
Is it now time to retreat?
A blast straight from hell.
Always breaking love's spell.
Diving backwards into the abyss,
A black all-consuming spiral.
Will there be a hand outreaching,
To pull me back safe and sound?
I feel like I'm drowning.
Maybe I've been under too long.
What was I thinking?
Maybe I wasn't thinking.
Why is this so surreal?
But then it's never real.
Not for too long anyway.
A brief moment of bliss.
A smile sealed with a kiss.
Visuals of my dreams and desires.
Burning now in smoke and fires.
I don't know what I need.
I don't know what I want.
Only my wet tears are real.
I'm lost again is all I feel.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Cuddle TimeCandlelight adds a touch of romance.
Tonight is ours, a much needed break.
We sing karaoke and you twirl me to dance.
Some good wine and chocolate we intake.
A brief respite from the outside world.
Our hearts have been playing with fires.
Come closer now, we need cuddle time.
We place on hold even our own desires.
We strip away all of the insanities,
Dressed now in just our underwear.
No need for ego or our vanities,
In each others' arms, we take care.
So tired and tense from all we do.
Massage away knots with a touch.
You are my oasis, the waters blue.
For this moment, I've longed so much.
No words now; there isn't a need.
Being together is perfect enough.
Here in the present, time unhurried.
Energies renew from all things tough.
We could be anywhere, but we're here now,
And this is where we choose to keep.
It doesn't matter how long, why or how.
We're always touching, even in our sleep.
Awakened refreshed, a new day begun.
Birds chirping as they perch on the ledge.
We take our coffee
Broken RecordInsanity is doing something with a lack of reason
A deranged state of mind; everything's an illusion
Doing it over again, expecting a different end
Almost like a broken record that you're trying to mend
You set the needle back, hoping for a tune
But only vast, empty silence fills the room
They say the broken record would never be fixed
But still the insanity continues, leaving you transfixed
A different result you expect, from setting the needle back again
But never did it hit you that the attempt was vain
Endless trying, never succeeding
Perhaps it was just the insanity speaking...
Different is GoodWhy do people seem to think
That its good to fit in?
That being different is evil
That not conforming is a sin
All people that conform
They are sheep, you can't trust them
But one who dares to be themselves
Now there's a hidden gem
Just think of who you'll meet
When you decide to just be you
So many fascinating people
And friends who love you true
Those who have a dream
Or a passion, or an art
They bravely face their fears
And can truly touch your heart
If you just be yourself
And love to live and learn
That is truly beautiful
And you help the world turn
Being different is good
Despite what people say
I'm different and I like it
It's easier that way
CancerI remember the time that you touched the stars
Stark white, skin-tight; they hit you too hard
With a splintered cry, falling from sulfurous Mars
And the Fates ran screaming back into the dark
I remember the sound
The thrum and the pound
I remember the morning you woke in blood
When the lies in your eyes were unbearably rough
And the marks of the hypocrite far from enough
'Til you wept as Moses e'er fires and flood
I remember your song
You thought you were strong
I remember much further than Man ever dreams
You forced out your flesh, and I wept at the screams
The soul and the sorrow to memory clings
A light in the night, like Insanity, beams
I'll remember your cry
'Til the day I, too, die
The fence in my yardThere’s a fence in my yard
My father taught me to build
With a gate in the front
And a back strong-willed
Where the inside and outside
Love and hate of the world collides
Just like my face
It has two sides
One of welcome and safe inclusion
One of absolute defiant seclusion
Both built to last paid with sweat
Nails driven with pounding regret
But isolation has left this yard alone
The laughter of my children echo no more
Because as they all matured
They walked out the door
StoriesWhen you walk by
and see someone,
do you ever wonder
about the story behind that person?
What put them on the road
to where they are now in life?
How did they gain their fame and glory
or why are they filled with pain and strife?
That homeless man
lying there in the street
may have at one point
served in our naval fleet.
When he came home,
his wife had divorced him
and that is the very thing
that completely destroyed him.
Then there's that secretary
who's flirty boss is her pet peeve,
and you may wonder
why she doesn't just leave.
Her family is poor.
They need the money.
So she is stuck with that job
and her boss's promiscuity.
Of course there's that boy
who sat in the corner
and the girl who spoke to him
despite what they told her.
Many years later,
they are happily married
and have two kids
named Robert and Sherry.
Every person you see
has a story to tell
about how they reached heaven
or how they're damned to hell.
So the next time someone
talks about their life,
PosersYou think that you fool me,
But I know who you are.
Your life is so pathetic,
You pretend you're a star.
Lies and deception,
That's what you do best.
Luring in the unsuspecting,
For you, it's one big jest.
You tell your stories,
And play with their hearts.
You find an easy target,
To start throwing your darts.
Leaving lives shattered,
Trails of tears in your wake.
It is never your fault.
It was all their mistake.
Just a black widow spider,
Your new web you've spun.
You leave no survivors,
It's too late now to run.
Does it make you feel happy?
Give you power when you pose.
Still in the end, though,
It's never you that they chose.
©2012 Carol Gregoire
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