Best Sundays Poems

Anyday and Sundays,
breathless with the word,
anticipation - he will show up.
  It is the shout of Jericho,
    as we walk out seven days…
        the trumpet plays.
Good news for the narrow way!
The broad way is...

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*Been posting some heavy stuff lately. Time for a bit of levity.

"Hey babe, you're never gonna believe this. Crab fishing in Alaska has been cancelled for 2023." 
"I don't understand, dear."
"Well, according to the paper, all the crabs have 'left the building.' It's crabs no...

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Memories of garden walks
  Primrose paths, intimate talks
A coin tossed wishfully in a fountain
  Gazing up at snow-capped mountains...

Lazy Sundays in our reading chairs
  Sunset, sipping tea in our town square
The glow of ruddy cheeks twilight demarcates
  A last toast to...

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SUNDAY
by Sandi Hoot

Sunday
A DAY TO REFLECT
all excited newness to be planted with our creators love
like a sponge absorbing energy from above
reflections of light twinkles in eyes
with roots connected in our humanly ties
A DAY TO CONNECT
cooking outdoors on the grill
kites in the air oh what a...

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Our coiled limbs
Refuse
To let go.

The Sun's rays
Mingle
With our glow.

Long past lunch,
Aching.
All we need

Is right here
Under
The duvet.

We're content
Laying
Close despite

Our clammy
Flesh, thighs
Adhering.

I kiss your
Forehead
Studded with

Your cool sweat.
And then
I'm hooked

All over again......

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I pray to thee Lord from the depths of my agnosticism,
from within the fiery flames of belief  that circle my pyre 
and reach for me, then retreat, leaving smoking tinder.

Bibles mock me from hotel drawers; 
Mass schedules reproach me at church doors.
Friends who are...

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Come down to river
‘tis cold you’ll quiver
Amend
and find the Giver
He will deliver
Transcend
Love’s a caregiver
Come down to river
Descend

No need to contend
when angels defend
God praise
No need to pretend
A life with no end
sans grays
Eternity spend
With Jesus your friend
Good pays

With the heart ablaze
sing salvation’s praise
Shiver
with the Spirit’s gaze
Let go...

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The fresh baked bread was served with every meal
Grandma's true secrets were never revealed
Eggplant lasagna
With hand rolled pasta
Herbs and tomatoes, she grew in the field...

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Every Sunday is always a life-changing moment. Sundays are the ones who decide one's fate
and determine the future. Sometimes, Sundays can be a bit depressing, but some of them
aren't. They're part of everyone's life. People are going to church, watch football games,
and/or playing golf at...

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My eyes closed, he made me breathe, he stopped...

and I cried, I drowned myself in the taste of how it should be as he opened me, opened his
hand and showed me the way time escapes from us, and I would say...

yes...

in that moment, I would...

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please don't turn my days
into endless sun shine and green 
fields reaching as far as the eyes can see.
Most of the time you 
don't mean it.
Just trying to look poetic before 
a group of the worst dictators of 
any poetic form.
I know the sky is...

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Sunday is your day when we are encoiled,
through sisterhood and nappies soiled.
Starts with an awakening thats just not right,
ends with a goodnight kiss and you still in sight.

Giggles as we jabber in our little tongue,
i never believed the age gap could be so fun.
Adult and...

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A Month of Sundays

Sunday I had a dream 
And Monday I had to work
Tuesday I shone a beam
Wednesday nowhere to park
Thursday I shed a tear
Friday wept alone in the dark
Saturday was full of fear
Sunday I walked in the park
Monday I couldn’t wake
Tuesday spam and pasta...

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This is my story about Menudo, and not the boy band Menudo
Mexican Menudo soup, known as the breakfast of champions
It’s what borracho’s, and Ricky Martin and all el mundo saludo
Chili mix, cilantro and lemon or lime, oregano, served in ramekins
A hearty feel good spicy tripe...

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Sunday was my favorite day growing up,
When we were young we went to Ionview United church.

I wore a pretty dress and hat,
We would receive our bible verses,

Meet with friends at church,
Summers we would be going to camp.

I would travel by bus and subway for two...

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