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Heather Mirassou Poem
Close your eyes
Feel with your hands and feet
Listen with your ears
Speak with your mind and heart
Smell and taste the bountiful fruit
Let the Earth surround you
Heroes like Helen Keller
Miracles in our midst
Feeling with mind, body and spirit
Everyday of life is precious
Melt the anger away
Accept what is beautiful
Live the gift of life everyday
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The artist builds and reveals his dream
Of the women he paints
Each woman equal on his canvas
Each woman lovely
Each woman made on Sainthood
Each woman angelic
The Artist reveals the beauty of all women
His finished canvas is his desire for them
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Hershey, black satin, as long as my torso
Diamond green comforting eyes
Velveteen curious nose
Tongue like a pumas stone
Her elegant but waddling stride
Powerful, confident and territorial
Sitting like a queen on her throne
Cat of mine, mother to be
Tuxedo, black and white, bow tie and all
White sock covered feet like satin gloves
Long white elderly whiskers
He reminds me of Fred Astair
Quick calculated light on his feet
Shy yet debonair
Patient, watchful and full of pride
Father to be
Oreo, friend and foe
White as snow, black face and tail
Large circular patches of black
Fearless fence and roof climber
Youngster full of mischievousness
Paws in the air, tummy exposed to the sun
Purring so loud she vibrates
Kitty of mine
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One beautiful child strayed from safety
He took her
No time for her to scream
No time for her to fight
It is not her fault
It is a heinous crime
She fell into his pit
Dug well ahead of his crime
She will never be whole again.
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An embryo in a cocoon of safety
slowly unfolds into a world of hands.
Hands of unconditional love
bring her into the beauty of light.
No longer floating
now breathing the lightness of air.
She fights hands and fist,
unknowingly being adorned, brought into life.
Kissed by an angel, he leaves his mark
as she is grasped by her loving parents.
She is a gift to them, a gift to this world,
an angel of God.
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Mirror, no preconceptions,
Honesty, truthfully
Watching a woman
Who grows from young girl to old woman.
The mirror becomes
Part of the woman’s self
The mirror becomes a lake.
She sees herself and tears flow…of revelation.
The woman will always come back…
And meet her friend of truthfulness.
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I am drawn to you like
The stars to the midnight skies
The Earth to the burning sun
Water to thirsting flowers
I am comfortable with you like
An old pair of boots
A faded pair of jeans
My favorite sweater and scarf
I am at peace with you like
Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake
Taking a walk in silence in the country
Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night
I am alive with you like
The laughter that is uncontrollable
The heart that goes thump, thump, thump
Running through wildflowers in the wilderness
Every ounce of my being
Mind, body and soul are riveted by you
I am alive with you, free with you, comfortable with you
I love you
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Bells ring
Birds sing
Wind song
Bird in a cage
Fly free spirit
Life waits patiently
God waits patiently
Don’t let it go by
Let go, Let God
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Woman brave and kind
Woman who survives
Woman misunderstood
Woman who doesn’t hide
Woman who has pride
Woman who will not live a lie
Woman who is not afraid to die.
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A cacophony of sounds resonate in my ears
Frogs and crickets sing in the night air
The distant moo from the cows in the pasture
A latent “who” from the owls in the barn
The soft, white clouds spread above me
The moon peeping through
Seemingly moving with the essence of nature
This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty
I am one with the country, home again
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