Contributed by Chadd

It wasn’t the choices that were difficult.
It was the despair, deciding was too painful.
The open wound hidden from the mirror.
So returns the truth, a great blessing.
The truth hides from us some, for it isn’t new.
Truth already is, so we then decide once we see the truth again.

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Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Our Love is like the Flow

of Water and Gravity.

Contributed by Lani and Heather Mirassou

Your happiness is desirable

Privacy and a bed at last

We can’t be trusted

Ain’t monogamy grand

We love with youthfulness

We love with vigor

We respect lovingly

We love wisely

We love with insight

Passion with purpose

I want to be known by you absolutely

 

 

The First Night – Contributed by Lani

I watch you undress

I stir inside

You glance at me

You can hear my heart cry

My heart soars

My mind goes away

I pull you close

All of my senses focus on you

All life is passionate

You accept me

For the first time

There is no separation

We meet and have become the center

Contributed by Lani

She calls for a poem
What is a greater gift given than
One on which is asked for
We ask for so little from our soul
The minds and bodies wanting’s
And needing’s mostly answered
The soul just the one thing asking
I rush to give her Love

 

Contributed by Lani

The night, my passion goes to her
Her flowering image fills my mind
Broken days left in the past
Lessons good gifts rightly kept
She receives me lovingly, the night

A Love Story – Lani and Heather Mirassou

We are glowing together

A smile that lasts day and night

Whether separate or apart

The heart crack is wide open

We are at the center

Exploring the edges of love

I am here

You are near

Love is grand with you

My grace

Your strength

Will carry us today and tomorrow

Love unfolding naturally

Acceptance draws us near

Unconditional love fulfills us

A love story is being written

Our future together is clear

Contributed by Chadd Henderson

In the forest we see many things
As we step along we hear many things
Our Aura enlarges
We see more, we hear more 

We feel more
The cracking twig stabs us with fear
Yet we do not run
We have become above the animals
Fear, it flees from us as we Live

I Am Blue – Heather Mirassou

 

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

A sprinkling morrow

Drinking from the trees

Earth is cooling

As the sun is shady

A noble mood

The simple quiet

Of daydreams

Micropoetry

The insanity is dead

All red about the sky

So cold against the wind

This day shall flee

It is thirsty

It is wandering

Blurring at the end

Micropoetry

From childhood

I have not taken my sorrow

I could not awaken my heart

To joy at the same tone

All I loved

I loved alone

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Fraught in the wild

I hang on a moonbeam.

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

Poet – Heather Mirassou

Monumental quill

Muses

Thee created

To write

Tongue-tied

I mend

Immersed

In poetry

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

I cannot silence my victor

To cry unlettered words

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Falling deep

Wearing down

Desperate for energy

I am beaten

A broken harpstring

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Forever look deeper

Find Your core

There is only one keeper

Yet always more

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

Universal nature

Mountains, winds and woods

Her throne

Fruitage – Heather Mirassou

 

The moonlight is topaz

A light that is insatiable

The fruitage an acidulous gold

Full to the brim

A quencher

Droplets alive

Of perfumed fruit

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.

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

Embroidered 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.

Under The Moonlight – Heather Mirassou

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

Hiroshima Sky – Heather Mirassou

A bare rainbow

rains acid glass

from a Hiroshima sky

a thousand galaxies collide

in a demonic sky

where the innocent

dreadfully die

 

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

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

Summer – Heather Mirassou

August thickened under the bleached sun

Ravens swimming in tilting trees

While lust ripens in fruit rain

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

Grandfather – Heather Mirassou

His brows like bended bows with curly-q’s

His mustache like motorcycle handlebars

His eyes like green gin olives

His hair grey and wavy like ocean whitecaps

His hands immaculate and powerful like a surgeon’s fingers

His figure debonair and statuesque like Fred Astaire

His smile cautious but genuine like Buddha

His memory a journey like the wine that ran in his blood

Dedicated to my grandfather, Ed Mirassou

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

Starry Night – Heather Mirassou

Blue secret garden

Milk and honey glitter

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

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

 

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

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

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

Storm Canvas – Heather Mirassou

A storm canvas can take you away
Thunderstorms and lightening
Tempest roaring high
Tumult of a tropic sky
Impatient as the phantom wind
Magenta jealousy
The earth summons
Wanting whorls
Invisible love potion
Dare to walk in its wake
Hands in the air
Clean crisp air
I become transparent
My passion dims
The cyclone whispers
Grizzly arms athwart the sky
I am no longer a slave to society
The breeze of heaven blows
Upon my soul

Mad Love – Heather Mirassou

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

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

Who Am I? – Heather Mirassou

It’s been quite

Some time

Since someone

Noticed

Do see me?

I am Here

My beautiful

Warm

Genuine smile

Smiling at

The world

Beside me

Don’t you

See my

Chiseled calves

And voluptuous

Thighs

A mile high

I may be over

Forty

But my Bosom

Swings

And Skips

To a

Funky beat

With a tip-toe

Skip, Hop & dance

That only I know

My eyes

Liquid blue

Eyes stare

At magic

In the

Air

My skin

Fair

Freckled

With

An Irish

Pigment

From my

Grandmother’s

Lair

My limbs

Covered from

Head to toe

With Wisps

Of Blonde hair

From my

Mother’s

Hair

Like my

Italian

And French

Forefather’s

My heart

Pumps

By Wine

My Blood

And

Endless

Passion for

Tradition

My fingertips

Reminiscent of

God’s great earth

The Goddess

Nature

Aglow

Laced with

Permanent

callused

From my

Writing pen

A kaleidoscope

Into my

Soul within

My voice

An accent

Slung with

Kindness

Compassion

And love

So if you

See me

Dancing

Down the

Street

On just

An ordinary

Day

Than

Stop to

Smell the

Roses

May the

Aroma

Sweet

And lulling

Pass your

Way

Making

Your day

Do a little

Hop, skip & jump

And feel

Freedom

In your

Steps

Make sure

To Smile

My way

Don’t forget

For I am

Here

Watching

Dancing

Waiting

For someone

To see me

Fear of Losing You – Heather Mirassou

FEAR OF LOSING YOU

No longer affectionate, attentive, thoughtful eyes;
instead, an expressionless, invisible, blank stare.

No longer strolling hand-in-hand, carelessly;
instead, walking moonbeams apart, drifting like clouds.

No longer drowning in passionate, lingering kisses;
instead, an obligatory, awkward, fleeting peck.

No longer two hearts bow-tied with strings;
instead, reclusive, lonely hearts, in a noose.

No longer dreaming of a lifetime together;
instead, an uncertain, somber, painful future.

No longer a confident, loving wife;
instead, a heartsick, lonely, aging woman,

Desperately afraid of losing you.

Heather Mirassou

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