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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
My MatchHow do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
Oops, that's another's poem,
Written long ago of days.
For ours is a story new.
It will surely take a while.
But all that I can say is,
It's you who makes me smile.
From that very first moment,
When I looked upon your face.
I knew that this was special,
You handled me with grace.
All it took was just a wink.
I knew you were my match.
With wit and old charm ways,
You dismantled every latch.
Your smile always melts me.
Your voice makes me swoon.
So easily, you read my mind.
On every level, we are in tune.
You are a rarity in these times.
Strong, romantic, kind, and smart.
Giving me acceptance and love,
You now inhabit my heart.
You have a way it seems,
To take my breath away.
Whether near or not quite here,
You brighten up my day.
I love your morning texts,
And your sweet goodnight's kiss.
With everything you say and do,
You show it's me you miss.
Our soul connection is strong.
Ever present in each other's mind.
The love I long tried to seek,
The StormThe sound is loud from a thunderous smack,
With electrical charges as lightening cracks.
Intensified by the storm and rains undeterred,
Inside raw desires and our passions have stirred.
Outside the torrents are washing the streets,
While we laugh and hide now, under the sheets.
Drawn to each other in ways we can't explain.
We let go of everything, but the sound of the rain.
Heightened senses drive all we want to explore,
The floodgates have opened, we can't close the door.
Pent-up energies from teasing, we now can release.
We're lost in this moment we don't want to cease.
With every sensuous touch, the walls we built fall.
In kisses luscious and sweet, we surrender it all.
Our love comes easy, like the rain it just flows.
Entwined on all levels, it blossoms and grows.
The winds have died down and the rain has stopped.
We lie here spent as a champagne cork once popped.
We hold each other, still electrified by the thrill.
We could be speaking, but we choose to lie still.
Bring Me Your EnergyIt is early morning,
The sun is not quite up.
I lie in bed yawning.
Come to me; fill my cup.
Bring me your energy.
My knight, my lover.
I whisper out my plea.
Meet me under the cover.
You've cast your bait.
You've won my heart.
Don't make me wait.
Come play your part.
Pull me into loving arms,
In fields of scented flora.
Succumb now to my charms.
Drink in my feminine aura.
My Pavrati to your Shiva,
Both together and alone.
Love written in the stars,
And on walls carved in stone.
It's strong and never fleeting,
Just as the Gods intended.
United souls of one heart beating,
A true karmic pairing blended.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
WanderlustA feeling floats in with the breezes,
Tantalizing and tempting, it always teases.
Put aside your cares and all your chores.
It's time to explore all things fun outdoors.
Hold my hand and let's run away,
To someplace hidden where we can play.
The scents of blossoms touch our noses,
Along winding paths with trailing red roses.
Cast aside orders and feeling robotic.
We'll sail away far to somewhere exotic.
To walk on the beach and kiss in the sand.
Led by our senses where nothing is planned.
Somewhere mysterious in dark hidden caves,
Or magical and mystical close by the waves.
Exploring our fantasies, so we can be wild.
Enjoying every moment, in touch with our child.
We'll keep things simple, but fresh and new,
As if washed clean by the morning's dew.
We won't be bored with all things trite.
We can frolic all day and love all night.
So before we turn into all things dust,
It's time to give into this wanderlust.
Blessed by the stars and shining moonbeams,
Together, we'll make real all of o
I'm SorryI should be sleeping, but I can't sleep.
I tried to read, but it seems meaningless.
I'm sorry...the words aren't enough to say what I feel.
I feel like I've damaged us, but I hope I haven't.
All because I was afraid that you had.
It wasn't because I've loved and lost before.
It's more that I've never felt so connected to someone.
That it might not mean as much to you, made me weak.
Afraid your actions were speaking louder than your words.
Maybe I think too much, my mind's always analyzing.
Balancing new love is like walking a tightrope.
Not sure how much tension it can take.
Not sure if you'll make it across that fine line.
Seeing what you want, but sensing the fall could kill you.
Yet fully knowing I would do it for you anyway.
Then within seconds and with just a few words,
You made everything make sense again.
Don't ever question your love or your word.
It's so simple really. It shouldn't be hard.
I never will again. I don't ever need to.
And then I knew...this is how it should be.
New AgainThe sun's rays glisten upon the water,
Making the view look a bit surreal.
Two cranes, perhaps a mom and daughter,
Hunting for some fresh fish to steal.
Dogs with their owners come out to play.
They're romping along the water's edge.
It is here they would like to stay,
While children balance along the ledge.
Spring has sprung in all its glory.
It's warm and fresh and new again.
The women chat and tell their story,
While others try quietly to find their zen.
Bonded in words unspoken here,
Happy to be outside in the fresh air.
Some from a distance while others near,
All leaving behind doldrums and care.
Gone are the grey skies of winter.
For now, a new season has begun.
It is beckoning to all who enter,
Come find your place in the sun.
Where flowers now bud and bloom,
In sweet shades of lilac and green.
Sweep away dead leaves with a broom,
It's time to spruce up and come clean.
So many possibilities appear anew,
To open our minds and our hearts to.
With all of our senses we now renew,
UniverseTrace your fingers
upon a star
Paint a galaxy
Draw a universe
of your very own
Ink new life you
can call home
Chalk a planet
and craft a new
Color the world
and make it blue
You're the god of your own
Your'e the god
it's up to you
Make them Wise Listen to natures cries
Get through peoples lies
As we open our eyes
Fix the ones who thinks its amazing if someone dies
Tanka No.1The snow shimmers
ON the frozen ground
Glowing in the winter sun
Waiting for the kids
OctoberOnly reds and golds
Can cure the silence before the cold.
The air shivers in anticipation
Of dark gray skies and freezing breeze
Beauty falls down from the trees
Eternal cycle of life and death
Reaches out to cover the coming of winter.
PupriPlunge into the cool unknown;
dive deep, below the tide.
Down here, so beautifully alone.
In solitary cave, doth hide.
Here, in this golden garden,
this aquatic hound doth play.
Far from the touch of human hand;
a million miles away.
The seaweed, that surrounds him,
melts within his slender frame.
The trees grow tall around him.
The coral calls his name.
In this wild ocean's forest,
the logger’s sound has ceased.
Below the world’s growing unrest
this garden’s still at peace.
The Growth of BeautyI walk into a meadow so serene
A breath of fresh air as I walk the land
The sun is shining, the grass glow with sheen
The animals are playing, trees so grand
The little sproutlings show signs of good health
They turn into mountainous trees of strength
The wheat fields are brown, to make good bread loaves
The empty pastures stretched on a great length
No matter how much the seasons have changed
No matter by snowstorm or thunder’s sound
No matter how long it shined or it rained
The meadow stayed beautiful all year ‘round
Even though I started to walk away
The picture in my memory shall stay.
Weekend ForsetThere is a place that i use to know
where the trees reach high
and black berries grow
not a care in the world
sing the birds and the stream
all silence denied with a snap
and rustle in the leaves
shards of light kiss the skin
of someone very dear to me
all the while not saying a word
and a feeling that this is all a dream
RosaWhen pressed against my lips
I can smell your sweet flower
With velvet tongue
I press pink petals aside
To taste your nectar
The BanyansA hollowed tunnel formed,
Surrounded on each side.
These trees they stand so tall,
Heights of strength and pride.
Their large looming shadows,
Menacing in the dark night.
By day, they are graceful dancers,
Pulling away to take flight.
Knotted for an eternity,
Held back by roots entwined.
Wanting to break free,
Beyond the roads that wind.
On the whisper of the winds,
Gentle breezes through them blow.
Fluttering their webs of leaves,
To touch the ground, they grow.
Find me where I wander,
Break these vines that bind.
Caress me in your silken cloak,
Release all worries from my mind.
Look up to see the sunshine,
Dappled on the ground below.
Feel the warmth of love,
In my face, the truth will glow.
©2012 Carol Gregoire
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