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...

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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...

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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...

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Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till...

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Everyday is beautiful, son,
and no that's not being optimistic.
You're here - you're alive - with one more day on your plate.
That's just being realistic.

Tuesdays are...

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 I sure                      ...

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Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most...

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Racing towards a distant horizon 
I watch as hope fades within the desolate 
shadows of my bleak surroundings

Damp air wafts heavily, silently...
its aroma kindling thoughts...

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A true story, based on family oral tradition
from the oldest part of the city of Bern,
capitol of Switzerland, where my mother was
born and raised, in...

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hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times...

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The Locket  (it’s never too late)

She hid in the shadows with tears in her eyes
The locket she wore, she had come to despise
In dangling...

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Daddy picked his cotton
Six scorched days a week
Sundays were sunny gleeful
Cotton candy I held in hand
He took me to the county fair
Pink and pretty as...

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      In days gone by, people said the pipe cleaner
      or the black wandering man
...

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They needed help
Walking alone in the dark.
The man.
The child.
A broken down car.
The child frightened,
But not understanding
The terror
That would soon
Come her way.
Her parents petrified
That their baby...

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the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning...

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