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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,
Time Is The EnemyLoudly, I hear the clock tick.
I thought the hard part was over.
For it was me; I was your pick.
Blessed wishes made on a clover.
But here I am still missing you,
And I know you are wanting this too.
Time is the enemy, it must be true.
To find some's like looking for a clue.
Obligations and daily chores,
All things which keep us so busy.
Nothing mundane or which bores,
What's done would make most dizzy.
We take a breath and make a sigh,
Wondering where it all went.
We hold onto our dreams so high,
For what's gone was time well spent.
Time goes by fast, yet the wait is long.
We know it will be worth the wait.
No need for worry as this is strong.
We trust in each other and fate.
So I hold up my hands to the sun,
Letting things happen as they may.
Soon it will be our time for fun.
When it's time, we will have our day.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Sigh...It's a beautiful, lazy day in the sun.
Time for dreams and having some fun.
There you are, creeping into my mind.
Always connected by a loving bind.
The sun warms my face from up on high.
Lying back, I close my eyes, and let out a sigh.
If I could have one wish, you'd be here with me.
My lazy day, a perfect day, if only it could be.
Time to put aside reality for just you and me.
Sounds of the sea, underneath a tall palm tree.
We'll walk in the surf, our toes kissed by fishes.
Losing all cares to our tantric night wishes.
Stroking your body so warm and so tan.
It makes me happy to know you're my man.
Thoughts of you make me weak in the knees.
While the pages of my book, flutter in the breeze.
Songs of Sinatra are playing in the background.
People run about laughing and fooling around.
But I lie content, in thoughts of this romance.
We have found each other, not merely by chance.
With each day and every kiss, much closer we grow.
No words are needed for what we already know.
Our world is
MadrugadaÉpica y serena Madrugada,
la dulce espuma que retumba,
eres la única que mi inspiración ya junta
porque a tus horas me descubro enamorada.
No despecio al Día,
ni a la Noche, ni a la Mañana,
ya que el Día me hace sentir viva,
en la Mañana, mi corazón se despierta, palpita
y la Noche al consuelo de los suelos me consagra.
Madrugada, amiga mía;
no defraudas al poeta,
no defraudas al amor
(los que más saben de esto,
son Selene y Endimión,
refugio hallaron en tu sombra,
refugio ardiente de pasión).
Descanso entre los sueños,
Morfeo, tu estupor...
Madrugada, entre tus horas, guardaré mi corazón.
A Brave, Miniscule WorldHave you ever imagined, ever at all
What it would be like to be real small
Where you had to fend for your life
Where the light bulb glowed, like the edge of a knife
Where the action figures are the size of gods
Where there is no love, no peace, no rest, no laws
Where the dust mites will give you a good fight
You’ll battle all day and all of the night
Where from the top of your bed, you’ll see the land
Of sights so beautiful, so vivid, so grand
But, with one slip, you’re falling to death
With the mites eat your bones on your very last breath
Where the garbage is a cesspool, so vile
Where the shag carpet is longer than the Nile
Where the closet is the biggest of caves
Where shuffling through your laundry
Where vacuums are hurricanes, fearful and strong
Where fans on high lead to winters so long
Where glue is like quicksand, forever trapped there
Can you imagine a world if you dare?
A miniscule land of an endless quest
A huge but small world with a periling test,
The Firefly JarTHE FIREFLY JAR
by Indigo's admin
One summer night
Holding our jars
On a moonlit dusk
In the fields so far
Under the moon's shine
We raise them high
Grass tickling our feet
The glass lifted to the sky
And when fireflies come
Their lights shine in the night
We cup our bottles
And the land, soft and light
We continue the catching
Until the rise of the sun
When we finally know that
Our job here is done
That one summer night
In the fields so far
We come back home
With our firefly jars.
I wishI wish I was the wind, I could fly
be a spirit that wanders the sky
I could swim in the rainy clouds
I could chase seagulls, passing by
I wish I was a ray of light
that makes the days more bright.
I would bounce over green fields
and bring their colors to sight.
I wonder how far I would see
If I were a dew drop atop a Sequoia tree.
I would form every morning
and melt with the sights around me.
I wish I was one of the deadly waves
that lashes the rocky aegean caves.
I would clash with the pirates of the sea
and pull them, to their watery graves.
I wish I could see the world from afar
and streak across the sky, like a scar.
I wonder how it feels to be truly free
Maybe I'll just be a shooting star
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
TruthWars are raging to hide the truth
People have died to uncover the truth
People want the truth but can't handle the truth
Lies are just evasive ways to tell the truth
I'm resenting people cause I tell the truth
People won't look in the mirror cause they're afraid of the truth.
Many nights I'm up wrestling with the truth
I'm alone most days because I told the truth
The very word incites fear... Truth
Like why don't you always tell the truth?
Propaganda, Hellacious, Alone, Change and War
Are some of my favorite words, but doesn't hold a candle to the truth
The funny thing is, in the end all you have is truth
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 Scorching Sun
When the sun rises
The heat it fries
The people they cry
With their mouths dry
It beams down on pavement
Like orange oven lights
The pavement burns the soles of your feet
It could fry eggs like a pan
Unlike an oven
You cannot make the arrangement
Only the solar system can
It follows you everywhere
sometimes hidden from sight
From the Sahara desert
to the cloudy skies of Dublin
From Mount Fuji of Japan
To the winterland of Antarctica
Under the trees of South America
To the lovely coast of Saipan
When the sun falls
The shadows grows tall
The heat gets small
When the full moon begins to rise
The birds say their last calls
People and creatures alike become alive
and werewolves cry
Written by E.G.
When I look at AntsWhen I look at ants, I see fascination
When I look at ants, I see wonders
When I look at ants, I see life
When I look at ants, I see curiosity
When I look at ants, I see strength
When I look at ants, I see teamwork.
When I look at I see a colony at work
When I look at ants, I see hundreds of siblings
When I look at ants, I see armour
When I look at ants, I see many legs
When I look at ants, I see something I should not kill
When I look at ants, I see fragile creatures
When you look at ants, don’t just see pests
When you look at ants, don’t see something to kill
When you look at ants, don't get grossed out
When you look at ants, see nature at work
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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