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Sunday

The pomegranates
are ripe on the tree
across the road
and the swallows
are skimming beneath the power lines
and the soft blue sky
The washing on the balcony rail is dry
The village dogs bark
Church bells summon summer in
and the early morning peace
is broken as a tractor heads for the fields
The sun heats the soft grey
feathers on the pigeon’s back
and he leaves his chimney perch
abo...

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Winter Sundays

We know each year it comes to us
Darkness, to bright cold winter days
The greens become a golden yellow
Before bareness reveals ageing old oaks
Yet cousins stay that darker luscious green 
And brave red berries are to be born again
In time for their festive December displays

Birds, squirrels, foxes and rats still search
To find enough to live in our way 
Close enough, but not as our pre...

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A lazy Sunday

Caught up in the late summer sunshine

Swaying trees and light breeze

Almost silent, the whispering wind

is harmony to my spiritual rhythm,

A melody rising and falling in perfect tone

a softening of my thoughts

transporting me to that theta world

where relaxing images float 

on waves of joy and pleasure.

Seizing every single moment

each one an enlightened condition,

...

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Sunday Shiraz

Cider made from apples dry
Cannot touch the mellow stance
Nor begin to feel the depth, which I
may gaze and flow in merry dance
 
When red grape bleeds into my mouth
sinking, tickling my tonsils keen
I cannot be but in pure ease
My mind blurs in a haze serene
 
Hark!  Shiraz brings a gush of spice
And fruit and smoke and peppers pure
A bold perfection can but entice;
The weeke...

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Elijah The Prophet

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Elijah - the Lord of storms, 
Dew, hail, rain and thunder,
Today rides a chariot.
The Prophet with an effort
Breathe the autumn.

The days are shorter
The nights are longer
Warm days linger.
Two hours Elijah has taken.
By August He was awaken.

Water becomes overgrown
In the lakes and local ponds.
Our Lord agrees and nods, 
Summer has no more odds, 
It can't argue with Gods

An...

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IlijahLordSunday

Elijah The Prophet

entry picture

Elijah - the Lord of storms, 
Dew, hail, rain and thunder,
Today rides a chariot.
The Prophet with an effort
Breathe the autumn.

The days are shorter
The nights are longer
Warm days linger.
Two hours Elijah has taken.
By August He was awaken.

Water becomes overgrown
In the lakes and local ponds.
Our Lord agrees and nods, 
Summer has no more odds, 
It can't argue with Gods

An...

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Another Grumpy Sunday

It’s another grumpy Sunday

Zoe’s late picking up Grandad

And the chicken is nearly done.

I’ve got my feet up watching the race

And shouts are heard in the kitchen

Where I haven’t dared to show my face

 

It’s another grumpy Sunday

And I haven’t even decanted the wine.

I’ve had to put the race on record

As I’ve been told to set the table

But everything is rosy,

Ev...

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Team GUM at Riff Awards/Riff News

Team GUM are taking on the Riff Awards.

Step 1.

Like the Riff page here: https://www.facebook.com/RiffMediaUK

Step 2.

Send an email to: adam-ruane@hotmail.co.uk

Put forward Kris Fogg for BEST NEWCOMER.

Put forward Ushiku Crisafulli for BEST NON MUSICAL ENTERTAINER.

You'll see us both repping Riff at RIFF SURVIVAL SUNDAY - MARCH 31st

Cheers,
Ushiku.

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Sunday Afternoon

 

Sunday afternoon is a day to wash the car

It’s a day for watching TV, not a day for going far

My missus thinks it’s a day for doing things, things that would otherwise be missed

And certain things like watching TV don’t seem to be on her list.

 

Her list and mine differ in many ways and they’re hard to reconcile

She doesn’t seem to understand that things can wait a...

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Somnambulant

Sunday 

is  for  drowning 

 

a  morning's 

morphine  riddle  of

words  and  stolen

rhymes

 

unkempt  in 

dubious  time

and  exorcised

design

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lazysunday

An ode to idling on a Sunday

We snuggle and scruffle

Tangled in each others love

 

We snooze and snore

Wrapped in each others arms

 

We nibble and nuzzle

Bound in each others innocence

 

This time equates

To a divine eternity

content

and wonderfully misspent

With you

 

© Katy Hughes 2012

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SUNDAY SONG

Sunday always seems to be

The day my thoughts go flying free,

And times gone by return to me,

From yesterday.

 

A Sunday street's a bygone street

That echoes someone else's feet,

And other voices, soft and sweet,

From yesterday.

 

A Sunday bell's a timeless knell

That tolling has a tale to tell,

Reminding me when all was well,

From yesterday.

...

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Sundayyesterday

The bay window

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I haven’t seen her in a month of sundays,

Her fragrance always left me wanting more,

Upstairs by the window, adored,

The second sunday of the month.

I was sure she was an act of god,

The bad type, uncontrollable,

When she left, I was inconsolable,

The last Sunday of the month.

I sat by the same window,

Dreaming of her company,

Hungering for her love...

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