Saiom Shriver Poems

Don't gild the lily
they say
but does not the sun
do it every day
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He has turned
bloody warfields gory
into climbing violet
morning glories
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While others were
quibbling
with their siblings
he was scribbling
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Sweet shrimp look up from pail
their black eyes on stalks.
They cannot talk.
They cannot walk.
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Bulldozed and suffocated
was Rachel Corrie
in a fashion most gory
not beneath a dory
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'A rising tide
lifts all ships'
uPwelling
heartlove lets
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At their roots the oak
and pine were married.
Their branches touched
each other in love.
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Jesus they hung on a tree.
Jesse they hanged from a tree.
One they nailed.
The other they burned.
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Light is dropping,
sunbeams woods dappling
green trees appling.
Inside them seeds:
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