Saiom Shriver Poems

In the holiest of climes
where the trees to heaven climb
.. the sweet sweet rain
turns to sour juice of lime
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Zoo Haiku


A lone tiger lying
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The way to heaven
is not a stairway
but a slide.
Holiness is letting go..
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Love is the food of the heart.
The more it flows uncircumscribed
to all creation, the more the soul
realizes he must stop eating
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The mathematics of masters
is that they need no mammon,
no medium of money
to materialize, to manifest
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t was now July.
He had bought in December
an artificial Christmas tree.
It was festooned
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Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the ugliest of them all.
And the mirror replied:
'One who thinks ugliness
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