Saiom Shriver Poems

The rod of your will
will always open up the
fountains of joy
ever surging
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Black magic:
war
slaughterhouses
pharmaceutical research labs
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Why should the 100th lamb
receive more love
than the 99 who
never strayed
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Damning or demeaning demons
is a way of demanding their presence.
I must learn to avoid the
road's potholes,
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More quietly than dewdrops
condense on the land
More silently than mangos
weave orangegold strands
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He hacked not the honeysuckle fingers
knit to brocade where the light lingers
Her fragrance makes bees
abandon their stingers
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Everyone is born
under both mars and venus.
Some women are from mars.
Some men from venus.
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The Sun's dawning Presence
wrapped as a present
in ribbons of gold
daybreak has unrolled.
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