Saiom Shriver

Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.

Those who work for plant rights
don't parse parsley
nor bomb poppies
nor purchase antipeople papers.
They plant papayas,
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Those who work for plant rights
don't parse parsley
nor bomb poppies
nor purchase antipeople papers.
They plant papayas,
and peppers.
Their pulpit is the popular*
not the papal but poplars.
* not in the sense of ephemeral fame
but what the people want.

You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover.
You are the bloom, the
bee, the OerHoverer.
You are read more

You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover.
You are the bloom, the
bee, the OerHoverer.
You are the child, the bond and the mother.
You
are the Love, the Beloved, the Lover.
(to our mother).

We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea.

We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea.

The trees of life
randomly grow
but the graves of Arlington
are set in rows.

The trees of life
randomly grow
but the graves of Arlington
are set in rows.