CJ Heck is a published poet, writer, and the author of three children's books, a collection of short stories, and a book of adult poetry. She also writes three blogs:
Memoirs From Nam:
CJ's Writer Thoughts:
CJ lives with her partner, Author Robert Cosmar, in The Villages, Florida. She has three married daughters, eleven grandchildren, and is also a Vietnam War widow.
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C.J. Heck Poems
A Poet For a Lover (Adult)
Give me a poet for a lover whose words stroke me like velvet hands. Word-tender caresses more reaching than the caress of a mere mortal man.
Night-night moon Night-night stars Night-night noisy trucks and cars.
Anatomy of a Poet
Go in through the eyes of a poet deep into her alphabet mind. Ideas like flotsam and jetsam dodge poetry fragments and lines.
Dancing Fairies (Children)
On warm dark nights I think I see beneath the weeping willow tree, the fairies dancing in the grass on tiny feet that fly so fast.
A Box for Good Will
As a friend, I had come to help yet one more time and I watched as she set the cardboard box on the floor.
Ode to Being Five (Children)
I made a paper Valentine all red and edged with lace. And on my paper Valentine, I drew a pretty face.
I Love Bugs (Children)
I love teeny tiny ants and itchy bitsy fleas, spiders, big and little, and grouchy grumble bees,
Life is full of crossroads, the hard lefts or rights, and little pathways of curves, this way or that.
The Money Tree (Children)
I dreamed I grew a money tree outside in my yard. My job was to care for it and I worked very hard.
A Man I Knew
There was a man I knew and just knowing him made me think of poetry.
I Remember Then
I remember many things about those days and you. I remember staring into brown eyes
Oh Mama look, a flutterby. (her tiny hand held it out to me) . She grasped it firmly in her fist, afraid to set it free.
Life Goes On
memories are like a child’s jack-in-the-box, bound to pop up when we least expect them
A Child’s Masterpiece (Children)
Today I found a can of paint. The paintbrush was there, too. Mommy must have left it when her painting was all through.
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A Poet For a Lover (Adult)
Give me a poet for a lover
whose words stroke me like velvet hands.
Word-tender caresses more reaching
than the caress of a mere mortal man.
A poet's light touch is so gentle.
Word-fingers probe deep every time,
arousing me, haunting me, wetting me,
seducing me, body and mind.
give me a poet for a lover.
Lust and fire burn in his heart.
A silver-tongued devil whose words make me ache
to be on my knees in the dark.
Word-foreplay making me want him,
only mind-loved, I want to be free
to feel just one time, my poet inside, ...