Sunday Best Poems - Poems about Sunday Best

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The circus music plays, deep organ sounds as the ramps lower into the crowds. A roar goes up towards the heavens, A path to the savior is found. the clowns role out, dressed in makeup and robes, ready to act out a skit seen day after day after day all over the world. Alms, they cry, alms to repair the roof, re-carpet the hall...

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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 church parade Standards upheld with doggedness persistent In desert waste - Tobruk and Alamein Those baggy shorts and boots held little chic Where swelter sweat and dust became his bane Endured fear, blood...

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helicopter spinning top cardboard beat box rocking body pops stone cold spitting hot to melt personal imprisoning locks shatter negative mental mountain rocks with uplifting positive fountain thoughts written down like sporadic quantum physics chalk oh my I love the way he talks galactic graffiti addict gigantic hip-hop fanatic cinematic student of poetry magic the type that weaves together computer generated space fabrics underground cult classics watching relaxing eating a bowl of chex mix handsome devil passionate rebel honey pie cuties blowing...

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see them get all cleaned up shaven & schellacked bearing suits, long long gingham dresses (hide them alluring ankles) & the shiniest shoes that money can buy, regardless of whether or not it set them back--- in their “sunday best” they go to worship the splendid characters of fiction as put down in the big book of bull***** that has been edited & rewritten, edited &...

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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 hurry to Christ’s grave Rejoice to find it empty, and shout within the cave What if crimson spotted robes replaced our light pastels? And thorns were thought more beautiful than eggs with painted...

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