Long Cypress tree Poems

art inspires me, Van Gogh fascinates me! 
                                 
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Carmel-By-The-Sea, CA is 114 miles from my home in San Francisco. It's home to my friend Jane (a former fellow worker) she now finds California's central coastline to be the next best place to live.

She's...

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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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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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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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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...

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Smoking crack in a house in an unfamiliar neighborhood with unfamiliar faces. The fear pouring out of my pours like the piss on the couch I'm sitting in coming from the numerous dogs and cats...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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He climbed to the top of a tall cypress tree
All his fertile countryside world he could see
His father’s fields, neighbor’s houses, and kin folk’s, too
For seventeen years, the only world he knew

College and military brought...

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Note: This poem is the twin poem for "She Speaks for the Dead." This one is in the mockingbird's perspective. 



I perch upon the locked gate,
awaiting the deepest hour of night. 
My abode is among...

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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...

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The vivid colors of summer
Come flashing down at me
I can feel the summer  sun
Penetrating through my body
As though it were trying to 
Possess my very soul.


I lay on the softness of 
The moist ...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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Luna’s image reflects on flat water;
she smiles at her likeness and ripples softly quiver.
Beneath the glinting surface another universe exists
where subaqueous creatures live, busy in their nests.
Moss shawls arm drape low on sitting cypress tree,
ungainly,...

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