Saiom Shriver Poems

Is moss the
welcome mat of God
... turning to forest green
Mother Earth's sod
...

Seaframing
Lebanon cedars
Of the entire world
magnificent seeders.
...

When melts
the iceberg part of me
...

Slowly the setting sun
leaves the skies
as when adoration's light
leaves a loved one's eyes
...

Raindrops spilled...
Onto ponds spattered.
On puddles splattered.
Soon fields
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A rosary without a cross
A rose without a thorn
A rose light of early morn
and then arose the sun reborn.
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Nightmares are often a way
to burn negative karma on a less
painful plane.
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As the suffering oyster
makes pearls in his cloister
so when the heart is still
poetry from pain distils
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A Carolina tub full of pigs' ears..
but they can no longer hear
A deli full of cows' tongues
..but they can no longer taste or speak
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God looks on error
as a mother looks on a toddler's fall
.. or on her young son's
sculpture of mudballs
...