Long Easter sunday Poems
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Canopy of blue above me,
Cirrus clouds, like mist on high;
Ripples dapple down the river,
Tiny whitecaps drift on by.
Distant cars flash ‘cross the bridges,
Airplanes glide as smooth as glass;
Joggers bounce on brand-new sneakers,
Seagulls swoop with grace and sass.
Tranquil breezes ruffle weedlings
Sprouting in the sidewalk cracks;
Children pedal bikes in training,
Anxious parents at their backs.
Flag across the water flutters,
Pigeons perch upon the rail;
River traffic’s non-existent –
Not a motor, tug or sail.
Easter Sunday in Manhattan
Is as peaceful as they come.
Gone is all the noise and hubbub;
Missing is the normal thrum.
Sitting quiet in the sunshine,
Soaking up the springtime air,
I’m content to pass the hour
In a mood relaxed and rare.
“I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though
he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me
shall never die."
Jesus Christ
I grew up in a Roman Catholic religious home,
and went to a school run by many nuns:
religion was drilled into my head each school day,
I recall the lessons on Christ's crucifixion;
and his resurrection from the dead on Easter Sunday,
to me, the child, it was about both sorrow and joy.
My family celebrated Easter with a gathering,
and I always got a new dress and shoes:
it was Spring and the flowers were blooming,
we kids always got gifts like fluffy stuffed toys;
chocolate bunnies and colorful eggs and such,
these had nothing to do with the religious part.
The significance of Easter become clearer to me,
as I go older and realized Christ died for us:
his resurrection brings me thoughts of hope, joy,
and rebirth, and new beginnings and love;
of course there is meaning in the spring flowers,
that make a showing right at Eastertime.
White lilies represent purity and rebirth,
tulips of all hues are about deep unconditional love:
and daffodils are happiness and joy to behold,
I am sure each spring bloom has a reason for being;
although Easter is sad because of Christ's death,
it is about his grace, faith and his inspiration.
So, what was drilled into my head as a child,
has become a belief that has comforted me:
through grieving and loss, it is a glowing light,
that shines within not just at Easter but forever,
just ask Christ to take your hand and he will;
no matter what ... Christ will be your miracle.
His eyes were full of lust
images for one to young to see
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all his time consumed watching, wanting
satisfied himself, no need for others
friendless, his mother works and works
alone in his small room at the birth of spring
dark except for the light of his phone
glowing and showing things that rot his brain
he never goes out, doesn't eat much
wants no nourishment but to feed
feed on the hunger of sicken desires
what it shows is not love
what it teaches never love
what it is disease.
Easter Sunday sermon and Lacey dress her fineness
she was good for weeks, no sweets or easy comforts
Now the celebration of the Savior rising, He conquered
death and through faith by believing you have eternal life.
After service on the church lawn the children run and scatter
hunting for hidden eggs and sweets to fill their baskets
Lots of smiles with friends and family, the whole congregation
joyful and pleasant on a sunny afternoon.
Real is the precious interaction with each other
conversations and being friendly, That is life
Jesus loves the little children, protect them and let them be children.
Where is the innocence of childhood? the wonder of being?
Did it get swallowed by the luring light of technology...
EASTER DINNER
they liked the one behind me
the teal and black checkerboard
its sparkling tiles on the diagonal
red, yellow, blue, pink pillows
on sofas and chair
the sunrise was unsympathetic
like the cross, but the service
was cozy for Easter Sunday.
remember how it was raining yesterday?
they liked the one behind me
with framed women and palms
i’d have to look over my shoulder
see the eyes of the beholders
steadily for twelve hours plus
prepping the whole affair
can you smell the onions and peppers
the beginnings of love
they liked the one behind me
with the blue and pink sky,
red roses fanned out, ferns,
and modern art on display
stirred the flour, salt,
nearly a dozen eggs
and water, still needed
more water
they liked the one behind me
with the great picture window,
the surf and sail, red and white
striped shell, a book, and
a cocktail with straw
chicken - legs and breast
red and white wine
no deviled eggs - tossed
toadstool radishes
they liked the painting
it drew them in
i liked that they liked it
wonder if they saw
the red parakeet?
even the beach chairs are red
did they spy all the red things
obviously I’ve counted
most everything
that is behind my back
and in front of me
4/9/2023
Soon We'll Celebrate Easter
(Inspired by Dale and Tammy)
By Franklin Price
04/07/2022
Soon we'll celebrate Easter
When Christ posted our bail
Took our sins on His shoulders
If we believe, He'll not fail
He died on the cross
Crown of thorns on His head
Arose the third day
He no longer was dead
He showed unbelievers
Nail scars, feet and hands
Even showed doubting Thomas
To satisfy his demands
He told his apostles,
Who had seen, also heard
They'd be the last ones to see Him
“Go out, spread the word”
Jesus Christ left this earth
And ascended to Glory
We may follow his footsteps
If we believe in His story
If we're believers, not doubters
That Christ's death takes our sin
When we pass, we will join him
Let forever, begin
Easter Sunday, this year
Will be with Tammy and Dale
Celebrating Lord Jesus
Whose death posted our bail
FROM DEATH TO LIFE
HIS FLESH
circumference of thorns
holes in hands ~ those healing palms
feet fastened – nail chains
HIS WORDS
Father forgive them
for they know not what they do
(And) It is finished
HIS DEATH
violent earthquake
up from the grave ~ walking dead
wind-sheered curtain splits
THREE DAYS
abysmal weeping
terrified person denies
the cock crows three times
EASTER SUNDAY
empty gaping hole
world’s paying attention now
dawning of new day
EVERY DAY
spurs our hearts and souls
salvation’s glorious hope
King of kings ~ all bow
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
The Easter night sky
is set afire with the sun.
A brilliant glowing ball of light creamsickle orange
burning and pulsating
as it sets forth hues of color,
yellow gold with shades of amber,
while above a threatening dark
paints grainy purples and blues,
casting a wind north to east
and high above into the atmosphere.
Chilled Easter Sunday arrives
with dull, calm, early cold start to day
then warm, bright and sunny midday, noon
that overshadows tempest
twilight evening tide.
It is the aftermath of promises
made and given long ago
that demand persistence, love and dedication
of all followers and believers
in life everlasting
hopes and dreams of resurrection
by those imbibed with faith
in every celebrated reverence of
Easter Sunday.
Tears trickle at a slow pace down cheeks that are mildly contracting;
Searching the deepest depths of pride for answers.
Yesterday was Easter Sunday.
The day before yesterday ruined tomorrow.
Today...
Tomorrow...
It's going to take more time than that,
To fix...
To mend...
To repair...
Everything.
Good intentions oozing of the persona—
Actions speak
Words act?
The day before yesterday ruined tomorrow.
A positive attitude that has always been holding off insanity.
Only if...
Only if I allow—
Only if I allow you, how?
Who is this I...?
I ruined;
Everything.
The day before yesterday ruined tomorrow.
Who is the day before yesterday?
Who am I?
The day before yesterday,
I ruined tomorrow.
You are...
I am...
The day before yesterday that ruined tomorrow.
4/06/2015
The Rising of the Son
"Jesus Christ the Lord is risen in glory
Forevermore we kneel and pray before thee."
The sky is alive with the sound of Angels
Celestial refrains of heavenly voices
For Jesus Christ the Lord has risen today
They sing of the news and the world rejoices.
Weep thou not for the Lord ye of weeping hearts
For it's not the close of Jesus Christs mission
The chosen will maintain what He started
Alleluia the Prince of peace has risen.
Jesus died for us on that fateful Friday
In agony He bled from hands, feet and chest
When cruelly soldiers nailed Him to the cross
Yet, He asked "God forgive them" with His last breath.
For us evermore as Jesus had promised
Those who repent of sin shall be forgiven
Celebrate, commemorate the Lord’s earth life
Alleluia to Christ, star of the vision.
Sing with the Angel voices, trumpets and harps
At the festival of the resurrection
This day of euphoria and thankfulness
Praise the Lord for giving our souls protection.
Alleluia the Prince of peace has risen
Alleluia to Christ, star of the vision.
Easter Sunday 4th April 2021
It was last year's Easter Sunday,
I saw her last, before she went away.
It was also someone else's birthday,
As I saw my cousin's body pass, as it began to decay.
It was last year's spring,
We all saw her last, before her passing.
It was the dawn of our worst morning,
As my mother said on the phone, "She's dying."
It was one of the most painful times,
But the feelings made way for new rhymes.
It'll be one year soon, since we heard the chimes,
One year of finding so many dimes.
It was after last year's Easter dinner,
I saw her smile slowly go thinner.
It was last year we all tragically lost her,
A sad time we will always remember.