Contributed by Lani

She tells me in whispers
the secrets I want to know
She shows by example
the way I want to care about others
She rests peacefully in ways
I wish to be still
She breaths in the air of life
as do I , with great passion
She has become timeless
and never far

A Love Letter – From Lani

We must dance

Oh you know I love to dance

I press against you

Oh yes

To excite you

To make me strong

I hold you tight

Every muscle flexes

Gravity decreases

Your heart glows

I bend your hips

I hold you from both sides

We are in ecstasy

You have guided my hands

I have lifted you

We are in the same love

We don’t let go

I love you deeply

I want to feel all your weight

As proof you are real

Do this for me

Yes my love

I will remember

I will too

 

A Love Letter – Lani

Please hold me

I ache to hold you

Press ourselves together

We will hear music

Just holding each other

Your breath is music to me

I want to hide away with you

Soon

I’ll listen to your heartbeats

I have been saving this special first for us

I wanted to love you more before I listened

The heart I love beating

I will listen with my ears and hands

You will be breathing deep

And we will be in love

I could do this today

I love you so

You will love me

I flutter some

I flutter too

We are the same

You kiss me gentle

I kiss you deeply

Dedicated To My Lover – Heather Mirassou

Let me lay my head on your shoulder

Lay me on a bed of roses

Kiss me

I’ll be wearing white

Sing me a love song

For I love you so

I don’t want anybody else but you

Love me and make me feel alive

Hold me close and tight

My heart falls wide open

Come to me and enter

Bring your magic touch

As I whisper your name

I will hold your soul

As we share dawn

I will not give up

I will be patient

I will endure

Give your all to me

I Love You Like – Heather Mirassou

I love you like, a rainbow that stretches across the sky and has a pot of gold waiting at the end of it.

I love you like, the midnight sky in Lake Tahoe and the stars you can almost touch in the summer sky.

I love you like, a set of wind chimes dancing, singing, twirling and awakening in the whispering wind.

I love you like, a rock skipping across a river out-running a rainbow trout and a fisherman’s line.

I love you like, a wild and crazy motorcycle ride, hanging on to love for life.

I love you madly, deeply, wildly, freely and unconditionally.

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I Am Blue – Heather Mirassou

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I am blue today

Like the cobalt sky

I reach for

The crisp air

So I can fly

I ride Clouds

That look like cotton balls

They litter the sky

I am untouchable

Just as she is

 

 

 

 

Micropoetry

The insanity is dead
All red about the sky

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All red about the sky

So cold against the wind

This day shall flee

It is thirsty

It is wandering

Blurring at the end

Be Alive In Everything – Heather Mirassou

Be alive in everything. Now go paint the rain.

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I had awakened and was alive

But when fear, adversity, uncertainty, and sin left me stranded

I raised my protective shield and ran with the wind

My soul stirred, whispered, cried for release

I wanted tranquility, happiness, and contentment

I hit my knees unashamed

Prayed for strength, guidance, and humility

No longer to let life pass me by

I took a leap of faith

Acceptance and forgiveness paved my path

Unwavering love and perseverance carried me

God’s Beautiful Artistry

With blind and deaf awareness

Be Alive in Everything

Revel in life

Find the detail

Be precise

Touch Everything

Explore

Be Inquisitive

Touch it

Taste it

Smell it

Feel it

Record it with Clarity

Be Alive in Everything

Now Go Paint the Rain

 

Whiskey Town – Heather Mirassou

Disillusioned

Smoking cigarettes drunk at 3: a.m.

Spinning into nothingness

With whiskey drunks

Hookers walk the strange yellow streets

Women who fear intimacy

Or falling in love depraved

Depressed mannequins are consumed

Guilt and shame asunder

They dance in their tangerine slippers

Under a hopeless moonlight

Through the Looking Glass – Heather Mirassou

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My past is but a dream. My present an insatiable appetite for life. My future pre-determined and out of sight.

Oh but to be young again, to begin again, to find me again. Who would I aspire to be?

Through the looking-glass, I see a mirror image of me. Free to be who I am with no preconceptions, expectations or promises to keep. Only a silent treasure chest of dreams only I can see. Only a panoramic view of what is the best I can be.

Perhaps, I would fly overseas and travel countries in poverty, recording adversity and atrocities.

Perhaps, I would study the stars and galaxies.

Perhaps, I would march in pride and diversity.

Perhaps, I would study archeology, geology or history.

Perhaps, I would be Simon or Garfunkel in Central Park in New York City.

Perhaps, I would sail alone on the open seas.

Perhaps, I would visit my native France and Italy.

A dream is a dream, but through the looking-glass I can see and be the best of what has made me.

I will continue to record life, love, and history through my poetry. My self-made dreams connecting in this irony.

Dedicated to: Trevor Edmund Mirassou and Brandon Timothy Borden, my sons.

 

 

 

 

Today February 2, 2016

Just today I put on my hearing aids and was hypnotized by the sight and sounds of the earth. I heard black birds mating calls, I heard a dribbling creek, I heard my mom call my name, I could hear her laughter. I could see like I could hear. Everything so crisp and clear. The clouds like a family of Pillsbury dough-boy’s, the cascading, hungry hawk searching for prey. The smile in my husband’s eyes.

I will recall what it felt like to be alive. To feel connected to something bigger than me. Something so unique and amazing that I don’t forget to smell the roses. To be brave and kind and rewind. Engrave the world in my mind. To feel connected mind, body and spirit is essential to my survival.

It’s time to get out of this shell, reach out and connect with the world again.

With a Smile,

Heather

 

 

 

Open Up You Rain -Heather Mirassou

Open up you rain
The summer is sweet thickened mud
My knees are bowed
Beneath the broken wind
Heaven rises
Kicking the giant fallen sun
Open up you rain
The summer is sweet thickened mud

Eventide – Heather Mirassou

As the Earth hangs unstrung
The sun begins to weep
The wandering outline of the sky
Is slackened into a fountain
Fading into eventide

Nocturnal – Heather Mirassou

The forest is dark
by night it’s been swallowed
all things mysterious
all sounds hallowed.

Nature’s nocturnal
all life’s gathered here
although all movements are ghostly
there is nothing to fear out here.

Dark mythical arms
hide the moon
dawn will be arriving
but never too soon.

Crickets shrill
and interrupt the night air
owls cry and make harmony
nature is so romantic in the air.

Boundaries – Heather Mirassou

My dying spirit

Spirals out of control

Working my bloody

Body to the bone

You ask too much too bare

I resent you for lying in despair

Balance does not exist

Only terror on the edge

A vicious wrath begins

As my rage causes lapses

Of memory and judgement

Pieces of boundaries

Lay on the floor

My apologies and amends begin

Until again

Guys and Dolls – Heather Mirassou

When marionettes are dancing and prancing,

voracious appetites are searching.

Tumbling, fumbling and mumbling.

Blackouts imminent, guilty pleasures abide,

pick-up artists catch befallen angels and

pick up the pieces as morning arrives.

Desire – Heather Mirassou

Wonder amorously
Blood brimming
Wilderness vessel
Every droplet wet
Chaste with soul
Hips become fierce
Thighs become fiery
Thrusting,pumping and springing
Chasms burst
Your glorious spring cascades

Melodies – Heather Mirassou

violet fields.jpgEmbroidered ivory mountains

flowing tipped waterfalls

and melodious violet fields.

A thousand madrigals

and fragrant Myrtle groves.

The rivers and streams

sing sweet rapture

symphonies.

As the celestial hidden skies

hover, Venus, charms

a quivering goddess sighs.

Descent – Heather Mirassou

How

dare mutest thee

heaven’s sanctity.

Now them hast

deep spirits

quickening breath.

A vision childless

breaking virtues

angel’s slumber

in death.

What Is A Soul To Do? – Heather Mirassou

What is a soul to do
when it’s conflicted and confused?

What is a soul to do
When it’s hidden and suffering thru?

What is a soul to do
when it rebels against the truth?

What is a soul to do
when it’s twisted in two?

Pour, pour, and pour out
your soul.

That is what a soul should do.

Under The Moonlight – Heather Mirassou

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The aqueous moonlight

floats from heaven

Sober hues and a tender wind

crisscross the sky

A hazel mist melts the faint dew

below the sleeping willow tree

The murmuring water lilies

awaken the egantine

While my white eyes are lulled

under a topaz canopy

Delight – Heather Mirassou

I see naked droplets

of subtle honey bee.

Love released beyond

our summer lending trees.

Beyond a breeze

glow-worm light shines bright.

Love wheel delight

for the stars are giddy tonight.

Young Bliss – Heather Mirassou

Young bliss

a fragrant kiss.

Lips slumber

eyes agaze.

Arms aflame

damp passion.

Enmeshed in desire

bloomed within.

A Girl – Heather Mirassou

Her lips like ruby pearl

as soft as a silk sheet.

Her mouth like blush candy

as sweet as a cherry treat.

Her breasts like buttermilk

as delicious as whipped cream.

Her hair a lucent gold

like heaven’s falling leaves.

Her heart like a mirror to

her soul as to the sea.

I Am Wakeful – Heather Mirassou

Moon Silhouettes

In the wee hours
I am wakeful
When clouds are nesting
And the wind is thrusting
Carnival wildflowers glow

Twinkling in painted fields
A moon overflowed
And the rain begins to rouse
I rise in a dream
Where my spirits soar
I faintly kiss the stream

In A Dream – Heather Mirassou

In a dream I felt the cool white
His sweet madness
Among anchor water lilies
The willows were trembling

A nest of twilight kisses
Where the stars are shivering

Scented sweet and wild
From violet forests
Our arms intertwine
With beads of love

Repent – Heather Mirassou

So sexy before the shadows
Like silk against the light

Passion unbreakable
Gummed above the grave

Be watchful
There are ghosts under the mist

Shining awake
Saying goodbye

A phone ringing somewhere
For how long

Forget to go home
Wondering why

The vision has died
Repent

Kid’s Play – Heather Mirassou

“King of the Hill” you begin to play

You bump, bump, bump and sway

You see a perfect high landing spot

On an upside-down horse trough

You hop, jump and fly slowly through mid-air

Your small hooves landing easily on two pairs

You strut your stuff on the cold steel effortlessly

Showing your body strength and dancing dexterity

As you put on your crown and look up at the sky

You friends bow down from side-to-side

You are “king of the hill” showing off your expert dance

She winks at you way up top and begins her sexy prance

She pretends to hide but curiously you see her peek

You join her in a private game of hide-and-seek

She quickly finds you hiding in the prickly hay

You blush and nuzzle her chestnut face

Her body slender and strong topped with white angora fur

You rub her lovingly as she lets out a soft lulling magic purr

She continues to flirt winking her eyes with her head hung low

You excitedly whisper sweet-nothings she agrees you may be her beau

You rub your tickling head against her horns beaming with pride

You motion to her, let’s go play all seriousness aside

You join the other kids who are tryin to reach the sky

Together you dance and sway, jump, hop and fly

 

Revelation – Heather Mirassou

I am silver

I have no preconceptions

Unchanged by love or dislike

No cruelty only truth

She turns to the moon

That reflects her faithfully

Now I am like a lake

A mirror of revelation

It is her face that replaced the darkness

She has said goodbye to the young girl

In me, I see

An old woman

Rise

Take Me Home – Heather Mirassou

Take me home mama

To a place I once belonged

Hold my hand steady

And sing to me a song

My face filled with tears

All my family is gone

Take me home mama

To a place I once belonged

Under the grapevine canopy

You taught me to be strong

The hundred year-old oak tree

Dances until dawn

Take me home mama

To a place I once belonged

Silence – Heather Mirassou

What is this quiet soul to do?
My voice and fingers are stuck like glue
The boredom overwhelming my senses very alive
For hours and hours I dare strive
The silence is drowning me inside
I stammer and suffer begging for words to come to my sight
Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up this fight
Oh hearts of hearts please break these ties
So my soul may once again take flight
So that I might not die


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Artist’s Canvas – Heather Mirassou

The artist strokes his canvas
His hues and tints of beauty
The orator of his creation
The perfect task of impression
Like a beam of sunlight
Rainbows illuminate
Glory and splendor appear
His vision is revelation

Twilight Bliss – Heather Mirassou

She whispers to heaven
No rainbows dampened
Young souls tossing
Pearl birds
Planet full of color
A purple myriad
Rejoicing iridescence
Whisper tears
Rustic turquoise
Revived sunlight
Fountain of harvest
Seas hypnotize
Goodbye twilight bliss

Lavender Moonlight – Heather Mirassou

Like peach blossoms

As lovely as daffodils

In the purest hope of spring

My heart-strings follow each strum of a harp

Your voice a hypnotic melody

I leap like a cricket

at the whisper of your name

The evening floats

On a great parrot wing

I am comforted

With you by my side

I hold you tight

Like two twilight beams across the sky

In the listless evening

I listen for the last chime of the day

I lie with you

In lavender moonlight

Hand-in-hand we reach our destiny

For a mystical shower of love

 

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Winter – Heather Mirassou

In the softest night
Free winter rises
Maiden blossoms sincere
Weary blossoms adhere
Winter grass is near
Naked tenderness is here
With tired kisses in the air
Goodnight springtime with care


Angel Hair Pasta – Heather Mirassou

Angel Hair Pasta

Virgin Oil encased
Oregano, Basil & Thyme

Fragrance ascend
Blonde strands flyaway

Garlic Shards dancing
Swim in the wind

Pulsing Beef Stake
Red River Flowing

Seeds flooding
Tightly wadded

Expertly wound
Atop her head

Wasp-hive
Angel Hair pasta


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If I Were There – Heather Mirassou

Peaches and pears your delight
Divine roses a gift from your wife

Your favorite soups and stews
Lamb and veal cooked to and fro

In silence in your hammock
Hoping the sun melts the cancer away

If I were there
I would rub your brow and wet your lips

If I were there
I’d warm your sheets and fluff your pillows

If I were there
I would bring you home under the old oak tree

If I were there
I would fill your house with sunflowers

If I were there
I would sing sweet poetry melody

If I were there
I would lay next to you and comfort you

If I were there
I would read you prayers

If I were there
I would have said goodbye

My knight and shining armor

 

Dedicated to my father; Jim Mirassou


April Alive – Heather Mirassou

Budding bright rivulets
Islands of green groves
Ardent foliage
Idle leaves
Common spirit wild
Distant naked hues
Spot a summit air
April desires
Contentment alive


Nature Dawns – Heather Mirassou

Nature Dawns
Flower fresh love
Perfumed trees
Rose colored affection
Sustenance to our eyes
Mother heaven in the skies
God’s great hand rises


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Rain Dance – Heather Mirassou

The sound of crackling glass
Fill my eardrums and awaken me
A steamy haze beckons me
Barefoot and naked I tap-dance on bubbles
Sweet nectar fills my mouth with delight
The humid rain calms and soothes my sizzling skin
The stars are the brightest I have ever seen
The moon is tucked away in its cradle
Mother Nature has raised her hand to me
Come rain on me

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Questionable Love – Heather Mirassou

From seedlings
Raw passion arrives
teardrops germinate
A questionable love
Free reign love’s geyser
Either uproot and scatter
Or stay and bloom

Childhood Blackness – Heather Mirassou

Childhood blackness
Trusting in silence
Trying to recall
Memories of water
Chasing Dreams

Mad Love – Heather Mirassou

This was a free write in response to Arthur Rimbaud’s Ophelia. His poem is lovely and mine does not quite do it justice.

As snow does to a fire that runs
Blue white Ophelia floats
Mad with love as magnificent as snow
And among water lilies
Star which melts away
The wind kisses her breasts
Shivering willows
A nest of mad kisses
Curves of her back
In each soft corner
From violet forests
His sweet brow
On the seascape
The calm black water
Black moss embroidered
Her great veils rising
Why the goldenrod stars
Love her reflection madly
The rivers are a sail
Shadow flowers with bale
Scented twilight
A pearl sky

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Moonshine Wind Song – Heather Mirassou

Barefoot and dirt-clod
I tip-toe across the yard
Avoiding mounds of stickers
Sharp rocks and weeds

The sky is full
Satin filled milk fluff
Moonshine
Full on me

Our tangerine trees
Rustle with low-lying
Bullfrogs
Ribbit, ribbit

A symphony of crickets sings
High pitched Beetle mania
I hear a distant “moo” from the cows
A latent “who” from the owls in the barn

The statuesque wind chimes
Is playing a cacophony of wind song
This life here engulfs me in it’s pure and rare beauty
I am one with the country, home again

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My Darling Lover – Heather Mirassou

My Darling
Your fingertips
Slightest touch
My skin rippling
Goose bumps
Like prickly pears
Sizzling fire
Desperate ache
Primitive desire
My Neck
Bountiful harvest
Taste of Sweet
Nectar
Lays in wait
Begging you
Blowing breath
Your tongue
Tingling heat
My Body
An Hourglass
Voluptuous curves
Gentle bosom
Soft as silk
Electrifying splendor
Blood pulsating
Taught and tight
Hypnotizing ecstasy
Your Body
Pleading me
Perfect design
My delight
Madness penetrates
Primitive union
Fevered passion
Quaking pleasure
Warm glow surrounds

Symphony of Broken Things – Heather Mirassou

Is it a dream or distant memory?
An Italian Concerto begins
The alto singer bellows
A passionate tale
Proud and stout
He commands attention
A classic narcissistic symphony
Balancing a tight-rope
A thunderous crescendo begins
Drums rattle and roll
Strumming your violin
You tip, waddle and fall
Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang
A symphony of broken things
Your white walls marred
Sheet-Rock littered floors
By years of crimson scarlet
You know this scene by heart
This is your life
A dramatic melody
A symphony of broken things
You muster your courage
Hit your knees and pray
Picking up the pieces
Hoping his tune will change
You begin an ensemble
Piecing remnants together again
A symphony of broken things

Garden Affair – Heather Mirassou

I wrote this poem for my husband recently, I would love some feedback from poetry enthusiasts!

I inhale
Your Intoxicating fragrance
Pheromones entice
Lingering passion
Sun and sky sweet
I am delirious
Dancing in your
Wakening melodies
Bouquet of pearly white peaks

I Awake
In your quicksand soil
Scattering seeds
Delicate sea legs
Wobbly wooden stalks
Germinating roots
A newborn flower
Porcelain
Fragile, Fertile foliage

I swallow
Your clear spring geyser
Brisk diamond water
Raining sky water
Relieve my parched
Withering body
Swimming
Stealing grace
Sea of Fertility

I Rejoice
Your Renewing promise
I am breathless
Wild ecstasy
A Cacophony of birdsong
Gorgeous milk fluff
A canopy of tranquility
In the shape of a heart

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Vicarious Poet – Heather Mirassou

Your voice

A golden spoon

Laden with honey

Dripping languidly

Your tone

A wounded sparrow

Searching for safety

In a bed of soft feathers

Your words

Paint vivid images

With indelible ink

With shades of blue

Your feelings

Naked, pure and free

Pull heart-strings

Effortlessly

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Cockeral Waltz

Good morning rooster
How do you do?
It’s the crack of dawn
You cock-a-doodle-do
You sit on your perch pride fully and woo
Standing mighty and bold you call your brood for food

Sleek and graceful you do the cockerel waltz
Strutting vaudeville statuesque
Crowing to proclaim your territory
You stand protecting your roost
Busty and brave
Watching for predators coming your way

The alpha male
Your ear lobes and crown are blood-red like a bird of paradise
Your steel beak as strong as a saw
Your feather mane chestnut drapes over your back
Your breast fuchsia and emerald quill
Your silken tail an extended fan

You run free rein on my ranch
A thousand chickens roost in my barn
You rearrange my garden while pecking for nourishment
Eating up all the insects and brown recluses in my yard
In dust you and your flock bathe
You even watch over the hens eggs

Your calls distinct and powerful
When you are still and content sweet singing rings
You are friendly to humans
And can even be domesticated
Stay here Roo
We will protect you

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