A Rainy Sunday
I love a rainy Sunday, With all the world away; The cozy hearth intensified By gloom of outer day. In silken gown fantastic, I let my...
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Dekove Poetry
Mar 28, 20211 min read
If Sunday Never Ends
Sunday's streets are blown and bare, empty of any commotion As if time had been stalled, or some sabbath curfew had been suddenly called...
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Dekove Poetry
Mar 14, 20211 min read
Song of Sunday ~~ Brevity
Gray morning Darkened bedroom Roll over, bury my head In the pillow Next to yours Sink down in the bed Cocooned, snuggled ‘Twixt warm...
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Dekove Poetry
Mar 7, 20211 min read
On Sundays
On Sundays we composed our own music. Tapped a nickel against a mailbox, pounded the wall with the heel of our palms, and sought a...
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Dekove Poetry
Feb 28, 20211 min read
Arise Sunday Morning
Arise Sunday morning as sunlight's appearing, And shines on the meadow through silhouette trees, The skies are aglow with a palette of...
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Dekove Poetry
Feb 21, 20211 min read
The Sunday News
Looking for something in the Sunday paper, I flipped by accident through Local Weddings, Yet missed the photograph until I saw your name...
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Dekove Poetry
Feb 14, 20211 min read
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the...
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Dekove Poetry
Feb 7, 20211 min read
You're Doing Just Fine
I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls with clean blood and organized drawers. I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests at...
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Dekove Poetry
Jan 31, 20211 min read
still not cold
On a windless Sunday, the sand of time soars from the distant sky. They make a small sound like powder snow and touch the earth softly....
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Dekove Poetry
Jan 24, 20211 min read
The Sunday Karma
End of the week, interminable and wonderful What will we see as we stare into our lakes of reflection? The week just past? Or thoughts of...
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Dekove Poetry
Jan 17, 20211 min read
Sunday Morning
Down the road someone is practising scales, The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails, Man's heart expands to tinker with...
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Dekove Poetry
Jan 10, 20211 min read
Piano
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the...
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Dekove Poetry
Jan 3, 20211 min read
Sunday Morning
On Sunday the air more naturally breathes, time stands a little still, and plants put forth luxurious green life, sweet sunlight weaves...
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Dekove Poetry
Dec 27, 20201 min read
Sunday Night
The drive is long and dark We don't speak We rarely do My heart dwells on nothing but the past The future is too far away It stares out...
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Dekove Poetry
Dec 20, 20201 min read
when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story
—And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday, And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday—...
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Dekove Poetry
Dec 13, 20204 min read
Sunday Kind of Love
I want a Sunday kind of love—one that is as comforting and warm as my favorite soft robe tied tight around my ******* on a foggy morning....
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Dekove Poetry
Dec 6, 20202 min read
Let's Talk About God aka Do You Know Bob?
It is Sunday, no better time, right? Who is God to you? Is god a person, an idea, an ideology, a feeling, a concept, a lie, an ultimate...
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Dekove Poetry
Nov 29, 20201 min read
On the Fifth Sunday of Lock Down
On the Fifth Sunday of Lock Down we gather remotely by Zoom and phone a gallery of faces and voices shining from those little spaces on...
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Dekove Poetry
Nov 22, 20201 min read
Sunday
Every time I close my eyes, Sunday afternoon comes to mind. Sometimes when I close my eyes, there is only white noises. The Sunday in my...
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Dekove Poetry
Nov 15, 20201 min read
If Sunday Never Ends
Sunday's streets are blown and bare, empty of any commotion As if time had been stalled, or some sabbath curfew had been suddenly called...
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