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We Are The GirlsWe can be flirty, and we can be sweet,
Long loopy curls and bows in our hair.
Our rooms are pretty, but never quite neat.
We're too busy dreaming of love in the air.
We paint our faces from pots of makeup,
Eyes in blue shadow with long green lashes.
We like to pretend and love to play dress up,
Always a favorite are gowns with big sashes.
We put on high heels, so we can look tall,
And love to go dancing in dresses that swirl.
Don't ever dismiss us, we won't be made small.
We can do cartwheels and make batons twirl.
We believe in fantasy as we wait for our prince,
Like little purple fairies with incandescent wings.
He'll arrive like in the movies; it will be a cinch.
We dream of white horses and bejeweled rings.
At school, we are found roaming the halls,
Fighting off suitors from geeks to playboys.
We like sappy movies and walking the malls,
Looking for bargains, or shopping for boys.
We love anything shiny that catches our eye,
Drawn to what sparkles or is doused in glitter.
CrossroadsThe days go on and still I wait,
You are too busy for us to meet.
With your wealth and looks as bait,
You plan your life all nice and neat.
You say you are incapable of love,
But I will love it when you use me.
In your world, I will be held above,
Do you say this to confuse me?
I would be your trusted friend,
Today, forever, and always.
That I care not I must pretend.
While in secret, our passions blaze.
Yet in your world, I am quite bored.
You leave me here too often alone.
If I want you, this must be endured,
Waiting for mere crumbs you've thrown.
You will surely take good care of me,
And to only you, I must commit.
You come and go, for you are free.
As for me, more rules you omit.
Your words to me are truthless,
For I've been here far too long.
At times, you're cold and ruthless,
You make me feel like I do not belong.
So I stand where the crossroads part,
Torn between desire and lack of trust.
To leave you, will clearly break my heart,
Though if I stay, then it might as well rust.
Missing AutumnThe leaves start falling to the ground,
In colors of gold, red, orange, and brown.
Where you walk, there's a crunching sound.
Bring along a sweater, if you go into town.
Fall vegetables are at the farm stand,
Along with apples and pumpkins for pies.
We can go hiking across this great land,
And catch sunsets of violets in the skies.
Inside the fireplace, a log is glowing,
To warm chilly fingers and faces.
In large mugs, hot chocolate is flowing,
As we undo our bootstraps and laces.
Now, these are the things I remember,
Of years gone, as I'm missing Autumn.
For time has moved beyond September,
And with sweet nostalgia, I am overcome.
But here too, the kids are back in school,
And the tourists have mostly gone home.
To be anywhere else, I would be a fool,
For again, it's my playground to roam.
So I look up to the sky and feel the sun,
Its soothing warmth I will always embrace.
As I stroll down my beach having fun,
The Fall I might miss, but I love this place.
©2013 Carol Gregoire
BorderlinesWhy can't things just flow easy and free?
No more guessing what's the next game.
You're playfully loving, then not quite nasty.
Do you confuse me with another one's name?
Clearly you are hiding your damaged goods,
Remnants of a bruised and broken heart.
Fearful like a child who is lost in the woods,
This is not a good way for love to start.
Then the days of lighter moments in time,
When with our words, a deeper trust impart.
It is then it happens without reason or rhyme,
I catch an honest glimpse into your heart.
Gone is the fear or the need to impress,
The man that I want is speaking to me.
We tell our dreams and our secrets confess,
Holding onto a vision of what love could be.
I can always tell when it has frightened you.
It has become easy to see the telltale signs.
You can hide, but the truth it cannot undo,
I know when we've crossed your borderlines.
You can deny yourself, get lost in your work.
Your need for control requires so much trust.
Ever evasive, your desire for love you s
GrandsonIn you, I can see sometimes,
The glint in the eyes of my Dad.
Reminding me of happy times,
And the childhood that I had.
Smart, strong, yet oh so sweet,
A rascal like my own son.
Quick witted and fast on your feet,
Surely, my heart you have won.
We are kindred spirits you and I,
Driven by what's in our hearts.
With an energetic love of freedom,
Life's gifts, and passion for the arts.
Sometimes you are the little boy,
"Gram, rub my head while I sleep."
Yet with those who try to rob your joy,
You see things so sharply and deep.
To say you make me proud as can be,
Well, it barely scratches the surface.
As the happiness you bring to me,
When I see your dear smiling face.
That you are loved, I hope you know.
To my heart, you'll always hold the key.
So strive, stay strong, and grow,
For you are part of my legacy.
©2013 Carol Gregoire
HypnoticI gaze into your eyes of blue.
Finding them to be so hypnotic.
I'm not sure what to make of you,
As I read your words so cryptic.
Looking now at your pictures too,
I wonder why it is you never smile.
I think that maybe I can fix you,
Although it will surely take a while.
Thinking that I should know better.
Do I run now, or take a chance?
Your hold on me is like a fetter,
Restraints of love's sweet trance.
So deeper and deeper I now fall,
Clinging to my freedom's breath.
Will it be on my knees I'll crawl,
To arrive at love's summit or death?
If I feel anything, it is not fear.
I'm lost in an excited state of bliss.
Longing to feel you raw and near.
Hypnotize me with your wanton kiss.
So inhale now and deeply breathe.
For you've set the stage so well.
Emotions from everywhere now seethe,
With passion like the fires from hell.
©2013 Carol Gregoire
StalemateWe're caught in a stalemate,
Which move will we chose?
Stay away, or take a step,
We've nothing left to lose.
We can just keep looking,
But you know it's all the same.
Close your eyes, you feel me.
In dreams, you call my name.
Neither wants this emptiness,
Nor ending with this fight.
Come be with me now,
Bring me back the night.
You've drawn me in before.
Please don't shut me out.
I needed time to trust you.
I have no cause for doubt.
Let's see where this takes us.
We'll go there hand in hand.
But nothing will become of us,
If steadfast we must stand.
Open up your eyes now,
Along with your closed heart.
We'll stake a claim in us.
It's not our time to part.
©2013 Carol Gregoire
It's a DateIs there anyone that's out there?
As I wade through many profiles.
Darks, gingers, blonds, or no hair.
Sketchy winks, and painted-on smiles.
Doesn't matter what the color,
Short ones, tall ones, slim and stout.
Who's going to be the lucky fella?
Give them a chance to take you out.
Hey, maybe I can be your match,
Says the guy who looks like Santa.
Trust me, I am quite the catch,
Witty repartee and banter.
Some look for replacements,
As they're bashing on their ex.
Don't show me your basements,
I don't need your parts on text.
Some might even be so brave,
Ranging from twenty to over fifty.
Asking what it is that you crave,
Let's go Dutch, I'm a little thrifty.
Then there are the handsome few,
Who have a life, and eyes that twinkle.
They might say hi, or wink at you.
Don't ask you out...a minor wrinkle.
I take a breath and try to be patient,
Love is blind, let's keep an open mind.
I prefer younger and not quite ancient,
So I pray to God that it's love I'll find.
©2013 Carol Gre
BrokenYou say you want someone,
A lady to be your token.
Yet now it seems we're done.
Before we start, we are broken.
I don't know who it was, my dear,
Who lied and broke your heart.
But one thing is now so clear,
Deception for you is an art.
To look at you with eyes so blue,
No one would know your secret.
The words you speak aren't true,
While you lure your next coquette.
You say I must obey your rules.
Clearly, you need to be in charge.
But, darling, I'm not among the fools,
Who you then so easily discharge.
So before my lashes you dispense,
I chose for now to tell you ciao.
While to you, it may not make sense,
Unless my words touch you somehow.
For here and now, this tryst must end,
With so many words left unspoken.
I wish you with my kiss I could mend,
But you are so irrevocably broken.
©2013 Carol Gregoire
The wonders of the world are at my feet,
creation's endless charity.
Golden sun above and warmth makes life sweet,
night stars help me gain clarity
... and yet I am alone.
Roses and daisies and buttercups too,
green grass and blue sky above me.
Mountains and valleys and geysers that spew,
ocean as far as my eye can see
... and yet I am alone.
New moon above and Milky Way heavens,
lights that inspire poetry.
Bright shooting stars and Northern lights events,
cosmic dance of life surrounds me
... and yet I am alone.
I hold this truth to be above all truth,
that what we need most, is love.
The absence of love makes earthly joys moot,
what I would give... to fit hand in glove
... and never, ever, again be alone.
*The Cathedral*Graveyard sparkles, coat of frost
Souls sleep in comfort none are lost
Yew trees stand's silent friend
Up the pathway faithful wend.
Illuminated Christmas star
Penitants travel from afar
Spiritual comfort, blessed peace
Worldly concerns find release
Stained glass window does inspire
Glorious colours flame desire
Insence smells and bells so pure
Winter Cathderal, open door.
Bathed in scripted bile
A vale of silence falling
Bureaucraticly hiding all
Dysfunctional desires rampant
A festering rotted core
Inequalities deeply binding
Insidious malcontents survive
A decadent soulless beacon
Fulfilling wanton desires
Hypocritically content miscreants
Unchecked carnivorous fools
Blackened evillest wanting
Lost in greed and lust and deed
Radical animosity revealing
Cantankerous inept pontiffs
Cadaverous satanic tools
Solemn service sacrificed
Screaming to deafened ears
What once was the answer
Has turned into misery and fear
Writhing twisted malformation
Unburdened of belief
Empty faithless vessel
Devoid of love and peace
BetrayalI have the memory
I have forgotten
My kisses are fresh
And they're so rotten
My eyes shoot daggers
But stare so sweetly
Our life is a mess
That is arranged so neatly
It hurts me so bad
And yet I feel nothing
You were always so suspicious
You were easily so trusting
You've killed me completely
And filled me with life
I deserve to be an ex
But also your wife
I have given up
I continue to try
You should've told the truth
But you should've lied.
Under the KnifeWhitewash my arms and legs
Until it's okay to be me
until I'm like all the rest
Until I am free
Paint my face,
Bleach my skin,
Change my race.
Why doth ye abandoneth me, O my love?
Have thy heart forgotten thine untamed dove?
Am I damned? Am I ugly?
What is it that makes thee, forsake me?
I live the way thee desireth.
I abide silence and pride forsaketh!
Why ye then blind towards my pain?
Why ye maketh my plea go vain?
Why thou maketh my life so dismal?
The wrath of thy apathy maketh my living abysmal!
Without thee life equals death!
Earnestly for thy mercy I prayeth!
I seeketh peace in thy happiness,
in thy grief I abideth thine loneliness.
Then why dost I fail to please thee?
Why ye not fill my heart with thine abounding mercy?
Reveal unto me my flaw my dear,
an unfathomable grave seems to draw me near!
All frail… all broken… my ordeal finds no end…
Without thy grace my heart can never mend!
To thy sweetest word I yearn.
In the moonlit night forlorn I burn.
Why unto me ye so stern?
Why is thine love so stubborn?
I fail to perceive thy rejection!
Thine unconcern brings unto me a venomous
DFC 3: The PlagueYou are the plague,
That soothes every wound,
So raw and off-key,
Sweet and fine-tuned,
Nobody knows you,
I see your soul,
The timid young rabbit,
The lion so bold,
Nary a whisper,
Carries my scream!
As heavens lie silent,
Hailing; they teem,
Forget all you’ve seen,
But remember me most,
A vibrant bright entity,
A pale shattered ghost,
Joyfully dancing we,
Stare at the sound,
Lost in the darkness,
In light all around,
Where people breathe fire,
I’m encased in ice,
Each moment disgusts me,
I’m fully enticed.
No words are muttered,
They’re chanting our song,
Pulses have quickened,
Dead all along.
You are my plague,
You soothe every wound,
Free and in love,
In hatred entombed.
FOR THE LOST CHILDI am a man who is lost in a child
And my child he never grew
His spirit within, my mother defiled
Turning his soul black and blue.
The years have passed, the summers fade
Still my torment it rages on
This man I am, cold and afraid
Hides from the waking dawn.
My little child is locked inside
Vowing to never come out
This poor little boy, he thinks he died
Existing in shadow and doubt.
I love him, this child inside of me
Yet no matter how hard I try
He will never know what it means to be free
Until that day when I die.
It is I who bears his lasting pain
Yes, ‘tis I that must tarry and wait
Sometimes I think that my life was in vain
As I sit here and ponder my fate.
My mother’s been dead for quite some time
As Cancer accomplished its goal
Below the earth, she rests from her crime
With the little boys heart that she stole.
I see him each day in the mirror
This albatross that I must wear
Bringing me ever nearer
To the end of this life we have shared.
God has set the path I must
Sleep Little GirlSo full of life and still so young
To come to this sad end.
The feeling of loss has stung,
Especially to your best friend.
Forever, he holds you in his heart,
And you, he will never forget.
It makes it so hard to part,
He remembers the day you met.
Your eyes so sad and brown,
Upon him your eyes were gazed.
He would take you all around,
In fields and oceans you played.
At night, you'd lie real close,
To ensure his happy slumber.
The feel of your wet nose,
Every morning, you come lumber.
Be happy now and run along,
You are now a dog unleashed.
With a cross and heartfelt song,
Your spirit he has released.
So hear your angel's voice,
Accept your gossamer wings.
In the love you shared, rejoice!
And remember the special things.
©2012 Carol Gregoire
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