Short Cypress Poems

morning mist
hides cypress roots
hollow sounds...

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sentinels
anchored on the coast-
cypress grove

May 1, 2018...

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Color blankets hills
A Nightingale serenades
Cypress gently sway...

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Lone Cypress

The lone cypress of
Monterey mocks the wind
The sea is amused....

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Alligators stalk
Water moccasins stay clear
Frogs suddenly still
Old cypress trees water bound
Creaking in the bayou swamp...

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~wayward travels two men mixed greenery sun moonlight dark back ground life~


7/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©...

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I must tell you this bird:
long thin legs, sharp beak
wading in a dappled stream
grayish blue,  at home in cypress
Curving skyward through Spanish Moss...

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Golden thread cypress, 
Your personality, bright; 
Bush of the suns’ rays.  
Family resemblance, seen 
In shades of yellow and green.
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night blooming jasmine--
drifting sultry scent beguiles
windowing inward

the spring blood moon silhouettes
swaying lace clad lake cypress 

Faye Lanham Gibson
April 7, 2015...

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Powdered gray, the moss,
intricate lace, decorates
giant cypress on the shore
gnarled knees offer post
where watchful birds keep vigil-
holy lake sanctuary.

Copyright, September 19, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Haiku
  The rose of yesterday
  Has lost allure 
 Since it was put in a vase

A cypress unwraps
When someone expires
Says the legend 

A tulip sways in Dutch pasture
Before being cut
Wrapped in cellophane and sold...

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by Kano Eitoku (1543-90) color on gold-leafed paper

See, roots and branches tangled, massive as a warrior’s thigh.
This great tree flings its arms, imploring the heavens to be free.
Across miles of cloud, a mountain peak rises, flies away....

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The sighing pines sway
Clouds fly high and play
LeLand Cypress moves
But the oak crackles
And it does not groove

Roosters silence
Somewhat eerie
While ghostly limbs
Of pecan blow

Winter yet
Spring like still
Fickled time

Rejoice
Enjoy

Pause...

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The Age of Man
Is but a brief, abbreviated span
Of seconds ticking in a moment’s course.
Infinity: the final source
Is like a charnel house, with cypress tree
And yew and myrtle, growing in the graves of Space,
Where decomposes Time’s own face....

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On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
                          Will this nest its glory retrieve

The companion birds have all flown away
O cypress trees and roses! Permit me to leave


-Mohammad Yamin
(Theme borrowed from a Ruba'yee of Josh Malihabadi)...

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sun-kissed briars droop
summer blisters scar grey twigs
cypress leaves ooze sweat

nightjars scoop dry ice
v ripples on rain starved ponds
homing pigeon’s drought

Date Created : 26/6/2020 Twenty sixth June 2020

Tania Kitchin’s Summer Haiku Poetry Contest...

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Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”

gamboge moon and stars
dance haloed whirlwind marriage
in violet sky

lemon-greens and greys
calm sleeping childhood mem’rys
beneath white steeple

as black cypress looms
past swirling clouds like fleeting
requiem for love. 

deborah burch
07/10/2012©...

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A Van Gogh's "Starry Night"

gamboge moon and stars
dance haloed whirlwind marriage
in violet sky

while black cypress looms
past swirling clouds as fleeting
requiem for love

through bright starry eyes
secluded heart still searches
unrequited.

©deborah burch
07/11/2012...

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black-water canals
where alligators patrol
and moccasins wait

where starved mosquitoes
invade in hoards at twilight
thirsty for fresh blood

at morning's first light   
dawn illuminates cypress
birds announce sunrise

perilous beauty
on display in the Wetlands
and all is at peace...

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The morning -
kayaks launch, voices call,
sound moves cleanly over deep waters.

White ibis and blue heron cordon cypress knees;
shallow eddies mirror the faces of our dreams.

At twilight, sherbet reflections paint
sunlight's fair, fading face
on our lake.



Copyright, May 31, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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I sat there beside my Mom,

asleep on yellowed pillows, stained

by years of tobacco, tar dripping

from cypress wood panels,

her shallow breaths

cotton-candy hair, light grey;

bluest blue eyes behind

paper-thin lids, moving;

ragged cough, portending

but I didn't understand then,

I was just happy to be there....

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When I kiss 
The lips of spring,
I shall marry thee and
Present this golden ring

We kiss the wind or
We kiss the lips of spring

The Gods shall
Perform this ceremony
Upon this hill and underneath
This Cypress tree

When, I call out your name
Your face appears, again

This time, I surely know, and
I make this sacred vow

So, let me kiss the
Lips of spring...

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Deep in the wilde of the Cypress mound on the lower Graburn run
The air is cool and clear by far for the eye of the setting sun

A ride along the turning valleys sight above the plain
The break of eve the sun is sank the day all ends aglow

Made for all by the hands of many of earth and tree and branch
Unwaving hospitality Historic Reesor Ranch

www.facebook.com/historicreesorranch...

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the day we met~
the sky was in bloom 
with  soft serenading stars
enticing beguiling Belgian blues
of varied hypnotic hues

as you held me close
to your arms~
I heard the cypress
singing sweet symphony
as the moon faded
into swirling sapphire clouds

the symphony lingered on~
soared on sleeping sky 
as the  specks of stardust
shine upon our skin
bathing in melodic moonlight
under the starry night...

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I run from earth that's dry and mortal,
I seek for embraces that's dear,
You're born with sea foam and your portal
is shut, you cannot hear me here.

I seem to you so timid, really,
or I am really timid so?
I will be fluffy, white and silly,
I will refuse black wings of woe.

I beg you, Cypress, hear my calling
among resentments and despair,
Please, hear my cry of endless longing
and stop it, if you really care....

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