Best Cypress Tree Poems

art inspires me, Van Gogh fascinates me! 
                                 
              vermillion sky, glowing sunshine, rose-branches waltzing,
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I look up from the valley and I see the mountaintop.
Up where the air is clearer and gentle breezes never stop.
Where the eagle’s nest can be seen in a mighty cypress tree
God’s awesome splendor is waiting there for all the world to see.

In an effort...

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Play Not A Dirge When I Am Gone

Play not a dirge when I am gone;
light no candles, not even one.
A treasured poem would be enough  
to mark my end when curtain’s drawn.

Hold no sad wakes to honor me
some happy poems, I’d rather be 
recited...

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You know I had a lover's quarrel with God
As I sat there telling him  ~
I knew the fastest way to heaven
Was straight through hell
Though He did not see it that way 
Nope, not at all
God said you need to go down this one path
But...

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In the wee hours of the morning
When the owls and imps were upon the marsh
We would take our old pirogue and paddle into the darkness
Our intent was to catch bullfrogs but anything was game 
We were two young boys armed with BB guns and fishing...

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My love do you remember when we met?
At the Rubandikarya corner near the gigantic cypress tree,
An old sport known for romance,
Where lovers used to meet evening hours?
And they would do their romantic chanting?
That was the epitome of our dates.

My Love do you remember the letters...

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LaLaurie house of slaves with it's beauty of grand parlors that 
   glowed with hundreds of candles to light your way while guest dined and danced,
   lived the Creole lady Madame LaLaurie.
   It was graced with carved iron work...

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I sleep 
to visit You 
in Your dreams,

oh my Esteemed -

a gauche novitiate,
there like a Laureate
You receive me

to learn Your secrets,
there wisdom is served
like as one planted, 

seeded at a last feast,
where all can plainly see
myself ceded, the bread broken 

the wine poured, 
finally, the...

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Author: Runping Chen

In his mother’s eyes,
The child is dragging her coat brim;
On father’s broad shoulders,
I am still weak and young.
Today, the swallows are trying a fly
While I am also about to leave home.

At the entrance to the village, the bus is moving ahead.
Mother’s tears shedding...

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The laggard flow of fresh water 
With scattered pads of green 
Tall blades of sawgrass stretch around the bank

A lingering fog hovers 
Sun is trying to sneak through with its warm rays

Lichen hanging from cypress tree branches
With a heron or two

A sea of ferns and...

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I sit on this branch of the cypress tree
Engulfed in memories of gone-bye days
Placing my deserted nest in front of me
World moves on but a monument stays

I selected the safest branch of the cypress
Expertly using my beak, wings and claw
Picked stalks from plants like jasmine...

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The mist rises inches above the water 
An angel of silence holds back her tears.
Cypress knees jerk
And the egret slides silently through the mist
The swamp is a sacred place. 
Inches of water hold a danger deeper than the depth of life
The primordial mud is deep...

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for  my Father


My father is as noiseless as the bird,
Transfixed upon his pirouetting bob,
To angle fish his self-appointed job,
He speaks with silence. It is his every word.

Mirror to him, voiceless and unstirred,
The heron stiffens, ready to make hob
Among the flitting silver swimming mob.
Beaking his...

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"And now I drink a toast to your coffin.
May it be fashioned of lumber obtained from a hundred-year-old cypress tree
whose seed will germinate this year."   
     Rob Brezsny

Refrain:
And now I drink a toast to your absence of coffin.
May you...

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I want to stroll with you
 along the twisting paths where the 
 canopy of limbs bare shade
 Hands held softly
 

I want to sit with you
 under the old cypress tree where the
 limb bends a sunken seat
 Hands held tenderly
 

I want to...

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