Saiom Shriver

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Northeast Ohio
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Both of my parents were gifted poets, but because both lived lives of sacrificial love for each other and their children, they did not have the time to pursue their own desires.
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A poem my mother wrote about the funeral of President John F Kennedy:
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MUFFLED CADENCE
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The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.

The sudden shock.
The news farflung.
Thy will be done
beats the drum.

The hour of grief.
The darkened sun.
Thy will be done
rolls the drum.

The sound of shot.
The grave begun.
Thy will be done
mourns the drum.

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MY GRANDFATHER PAUL B

As a volunteer fireman at the
beginning of the 20th Century
he joined a circle of men
attempting to protect
the courthouse from KKK
arsonists seeking to
lynch a black prisoner outside
or burn him alive inside.

The prisoner was
taken to safety
out the back door.

My father in the 1930's
did pro bono work for the NAACP
He was the first attorney
in his city to sue
over a policeman's beating of a black prisoner.

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Thank you Richard Wilbur for awakening love of poetry
with a stanza about a milkweed in "Two Voices In A Meadow"
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and Ogden Nash for expanding the idea of rhyme.

Dedication To You

Dear Reader, Re the poems so far on http://www.postpoems.com/members/saiom

God whom you might call Abba, Father, YHWH, Allah, Great Spirit,
Shiva, Higher Power, Divine Mother, Kwon Yin..
Heart Indweller of All has supplied the brain, the thoughts, the pen, the paper, the environment of all who write poems.
I have attempted to walk on water and have failed.
These poems are coming to you from the bottom of the pond.
They are to my parents, beloved siblings'
families, other loved ones and all God's creatures, Whether or not they are individually dedicated they are dedicated to you. in gratitude that you
ignite them to life with your eyelight and on earth spread
your soul light.
The mind is a belltower into which bird thoughts fly from other places. The mind does not own the thoughts.. is not the source for the thoughts.
Nor does the lion's mouth of stone in the fountain
originate the water which flows through his mouth.
Negative thoughts are wingless birds whose
molecules' residue sticks in the brain instead of taking flight.

May God quickly fulfill or melt away your heart's
wishes.

It is said in the Course In Miracles that the message is
first for the messenger. I write what I must learn.

Since these are poems to people of many paths and beliefs, the
ideology of different ways and religions might irritate some
readers for which the writer asks forgiveness.

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Thank you Jason Minton of Post Poems for what you have done for thousands
of poets. Some poets of past centuries went
door to door selling their manuscripts.. eking out a living
to feed their families.
PP never deletes or censors, allows others to critique poems,
and gives writers the option of keeping or deleting comments.

I bow to God living in you as you. I bow to your unique
and sacred path to Divine Love inside.
Some of my several pennames have been Anna Hridaaya (Sanskrit for Food of the Heart), O Anna Niemus (Oh Anonymous), plan rights, fishcantscream, etc

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All beings are beautiful
seen through eyes of love.
Saint of Shirdi

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