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.

He decried that any would
add another hue
unto the rainbow
yet we would ope to
saffron and jade
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He decried that any would
add another hue
unto the rainbow
yet we would ope to
saffron and jade
and pink and rose
and olive and tan
scarlet and indigos
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*the quote is from Shakespeare's King John.

Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
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Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.

FOUR FLOWERS
The Sun Arose
in Morning Glory
with His Goldenrod
Wanding Violet
to Rose
(to C and R Davis
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FOUR FLOWERS
The Sun Arose
in Morning Glory
with His Goldenrod
Wanding Violet
to Rose
(to C and R Davis
of Maryland).

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.