Best Sunday Best Poems

What if our Easter Sunday was Holy Spirit led?
What if in place of colored eggs, lost souls were sought instead?

Instead of hurried egg hunts, we’d...

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SUNDAY BEST or A Soldier’s Coup of Grace

Was always smartest one in his brigade
A pride in his appearance was consistent
Though beach at Dunkirk was no...

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Sunday Morning
I try not to wake him, though he stirs slightly
As I crawl out from the warmth of the covers.
I'm tempted to change my mind,...

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The sun rose in the east creating a bright orange hue
Tom lay in his bunk thinking, can it really be true? 
The good townsfolk had...

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Here you are, only twelve, at our kitchen table.
Such a carrot top you were! Strangers used to think
you were our red-head mother’s natural son.

And here’s...

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oh, my precious child!

let me kiss away your weep -
do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night
(stars whispering their ancient lullaby)
swallowing not, the...

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True definition of a hood love story,
They called him Felony.
Skin was as smooth as a shot of Hennessey.
He made a lot of other men envy.
His...

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HEY DIDDLE, why the Cat and the fiddle
And the Cow that jumped over the moon? 
Why they're all here in Nursery Rhyme land
At the wedding...

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You swear your word is solid
as a silver serving spoon
Well, why does it always feels like
another mis-spoken dog day afternoon
		Hotter than July
in the middle of...

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Big Heart

He was the best man I ever met. 
His word was his bond. 
No neighbor went without, 
no job, done poorly.
The best part, he...

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Christmas Past and Present Bring Me Tears 

My legs of yesterday's 
walked into a Christmas storybook,
a glorious past,
pages filled with good tidings.
And as young kid,...

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A beautiful day
Punctuated by dandelions
Glowing white and gold

Clouds hang up above 
The morning skies turquoise blue
The air, refreshing

Mother Earth smiling
Dressed up in her sunday best
A...

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oh, my precious child,
let me kiss away your weep -
do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night,

      ...

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Billy Smith was poor and it did show
His rich relatives didn't want to know
They had their cars and barbecues
And howled at Billy’s worn out shoes.

Billy...

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Martha was rudely awaken on Monday morning
With the phone call we all dread
“Mrs Palmer we regret to inform you
That your husband Edward is dead”
She thought...

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