Long Cypresses Poems

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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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf thunder,
What happened  to your breath baby brother,
what happened in...

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Edna Morris lived in the town of Shadow Fells, in rich green, hilly country,
With doting parents and sister Violet, plucking fruit from their plum tree.

Pretty Edna was twelve years old, but she and Violet played...

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A child was born, suffering “excess de zele” behavior
Depression and schizophrenia were his all time plague.
First actions of adult life expressed his love for the Savior.
His passion for humanity and God were never vague.
With the...

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Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does...

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Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.
Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.
On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does...

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Days pass into the weakest of loveless nights. The moon blinks.
The stars swirl beneath the colored brush of Van Gogh. He links.
Comets trail snowfields of light pass agonized cypresses, schizophrenic concussion.
On and on, the wind...

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II

You had said when I kidded you? After all I'm not going to be far away? Now you are put to rest?In a place dug and slabbed for you alone As if you were not...

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I planted the Daffodils in the hills, 
You were thrilled as daffodil flowers bloom, 
Amonst the sunny summer fields, 
Our room filled with perfume of golden yellow, 
With view of dew crystals cover the meadows....

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Going Dutch

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Billowing, foamy currents

     Lofty, turquoise drifts
 
          Undulate as waves

            ...

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At age twenty I had made it to Earls Court.
The rented room was seedily solid
having been for decades
filled with wine and cheap sunlight.

Until then I had not read a thing
apart from: ‘The Ship’ by C.S....

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The distant places I dream of...
are as alive as the loveliest memory,
never erasing that strong legacy;
unfortunately...time slips into tomorrow,
leaving beyond a faint vision of
everything passionately loved
or anything fiercely unloved,
receding itself into a thin shadow!

And as...

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and what's new in that... the resolved issues are useless... just like the brittle texture of the skin and the old flesh beneath it... only a long yawn succeeds this sort of inevitable self-disappointment... If...

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Strolling down the streets of ancient Pompei,
I discovered the tomb of a freed noble man;
unearthed from the volcanic black ashes, 
now it blooms surrounded by fragrant lilies 
as it appeared in its imperial, glorious days!...

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The name Scot denoting a man, combined with terra.
Translated; Scotland.! a masculine descriptive will it be
Banned.? By the idiocracy; with a non-descriptive..?
Dystopian' most bland..The most disconnect could be
Planned? To remove the (hate word) we know...

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White-brilliant-dazzling,
limestone houses  in the morning light
between cypresses and laurels,
the fragrance of the East
passing through narrow lanes of the Old City.
The Arab merchants
praising their goods -
over there carpets, there Bedouin-dresses,
Christian devotional objects
between the smoke of...

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These sobs have never stopped and tears still flow
as dripping leaves after a summer's storm;
this wailing son has lost his joy to sorrow
refusing to be consoled; today, your favorite flowers
I lay on your grave and...

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In sunlit fields where olive trees grow,
Vincent wandered, mind aglow.
The blue of skies, a restless sea,
Matched the turmoil he longed to free.

The cypresses stood tall and proud,
Dark green fingers, reaching the cloud.
They whispered secrets to...

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In the bleached whitish sky
I am flying on a bellied pelican,
contemplating from above
a pastoral landscape
and I’m writing these lines.

Below are small people
on the slopes of a small hill
in the small groves
are making small love.
Unaware of...

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AS IN A DREAM
A drawbridge,a yellow carriage
ground a glaring orange,grass
so very green,sky and water blue
in a frame of gold.Peach,plum and apricot
my orchard passion cannot last.As if
in a dream I must paint The a 
starry night,the...

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A melancholy moon shone upon the earth.
Shadows lingered upon rows of tombstones.
I searched for solace in the vast cemetery
But alas, I found none to heal my wounds.

Days had passed with echoes of grief as I...

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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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effervescent swirling clouds
in turquoise summer skies
float like flocks of fair sheeps
in far away exuberant fields

beneath are cyclopean cypresses
touching celestial bosom
in deep periwinkle and corn flower
whilst  wheat fields
are golden fleece
waltzing with the west wind

oh, how...

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menthol cigarettes / messy journals / propane torches / unfinished poems / 
                 broken promises / black bandana /...

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