Saiom Shriver Poems

More and more
in holy Budapest
they see
like the Buddha
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While underground springs
pour from rock seams
morning fog steams
Above crystal streams
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They looked for the
serial womanizer
culprit...
He was found.. a pastor
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Eleven orange trumpets
silently pour their
radiant peace
in all directions
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The Colossus of Rhodes
who did 'bestride the narrow world'
was too big for his britches.
He who bestrides the universe
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Tens of thousands crucified... Christians fed to lions...
slavery...gladiators killing each other for public amusement
emperors deifying themselves...a culture of hedonism..
animal sacrifice.. the eating of peacock tongues..
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As perfume
pours from
petaled peony blooms
so fragrance still
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How majestic
How sublime
that out of muck
and mud and slime
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Dawn frames the
ebony sky of night
with a pink fringe
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