Long Cypress Poems

I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Endless sunflower field 
Rhythmically swaying in the wind
Like lazy ocean wave stretches 
To the distant line of horizon
Touching the edge of the sky
Melting into hot noon brilliance
Boiling all shades of yellow into
One burning brightness of...

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Ma,
Why do I need to apostrophize you? Why did you flew away into the celestial regions so earlier? Is it because you are from a land where ‘twenty is plenty’ for women? And hence, ignoring...

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art inspires me, Van Gogh fascinates me! 
                                 
             ...

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UndefeaTed.  A Boxing Lesson.

A friend, off the Vineyard,
wrighted a ship.
And, perhaps himself,
and certainly the worlds ‘round him.
His words were fashioned, shipshape and watertight
as were the splines and bungholes and rudder pins and
All the Things...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds undone
in light, great wisdom impart

O' master of ink and pen
where...

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"50 Words for Poe: camera obscura"



The Night Flower 
turns in her bed
in a dark room
stories of wraiths 
like flies buzzing in her head
and blood-sucking bugs that bite
Rippers and lovers dead
come to collect her from her
ornery...

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One day I wish to know, 
as the scars of devils do, 
when your eyes, married to the auburn fox, 
will remove their pantheon of petrified ghosts
and lay with me once again.


Lay with me again...

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The sun upon my face blinds me as my boat rocks gently
through the rolling swells that lap against the hull.
The sound of the droning engine mesmerizes my mind
bringing a dreaminess to this bright cool...

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To glimpse the camel-litter, Qais no longer with his madness strains
The yearnings of the heart are dead, the heart itself is cold; so we;
And desolation fills our house for shines not there the Light of...

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Not like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercup
with sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech,
an ash if his books sell. Quick shake hands. Zach's bald...

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Strong like the waves that crash upon the shore
Deep as the river beneath a tossing barge
Long like the nights as we wait out the storms
And true as the love we have for the babes in...

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Just see
How fearlessly
Sunshine is seated
On the  gravestone

And the caring breeze
Whispering to the loneliness
So absolute
Beneath the tombstone

A paleolithic stone
A meaningless silence
Guarding utterly alone
The desiccating non-existence

Here lies she
Neither sad nor happy
Decaying gingerly
Enriching the earth

Are all doors...

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inherited
everlasting 
bountiful 

there is no
shining sun
because it is not 
the sun’s turn
to shine. 
instead these stars 
glisten
and sparkle
from heavens 
we stretch our arms
and faith
to touch
and shine down
on this earth,
this divine planet,
which houses the baby
who has...

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The swollen lake had begun to settle again as the 
brilliant sun seemed to dance between the clouds 
I’d fondly remember the quiet calming warmth 
beneath the trunks of big cypress trees morning 
golfers could...

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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...

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1/23/21


I lived and learnt

Will I ever lift this curse?

I offer many gifts to Earth

It either did or didn't work

I ended up in last place or finished first

Got so much to do, before I'm in the...

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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...

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Bright are the hues in springtime's overflow
The sad winds proceeds thro' the sensuous room
The flowering garden kept gently reciting
The flowing notes 'neath the sun shaped moon.

The candles flicker and the blue stars glimmer
The dead pools...

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Long ago when I was younger, yearn for knowledge I did hunger,
heard about a rumor going ‘round.
Twas a legend told for ages, passed along as time turned pages,
strange as any tale twas ever found.
Rumor said...

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Fragile the stems numbered in their days
That dance in spring, in the falling rays
Above the hills weathered softly by a mist
When shone the first morning light of bliss.

That 'tween the thickets wild and coursing air
Sprouts...

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Wandering through the bayou, 
wrapped in its eerie embrace.
Mysterious and strange, 
a magical place.
Never seeming to change, 
even as seasons come and go, 
swampy waters ebb to and fro.

Like long-lost daughters, 
gnarled courtly cypress trees,...

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The City of the Lord

“12 For the nation or kingdom that will not serve you will perish; 
it will be utterly ruined. 13 “The glory of Lebanon will come to you, the juniper, the fir...

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