Saiom Shriver Biography

Dear friend.

Thank you very much that your eyelight ignites these poems into life. I have tried to walk on water and failed. These poems are coming to you from the bottom of the pond!
Thoughts are like birds entering and leaving the belltowers of our minds. We are not the origin of these Godgifts.

Both of my parents were gifted poets. However because of lives of self sacrificing love, they did not pursue their own desires. They awakened my love of words in taking me to see a film of Othello when I was 10. Later Richard Wilbur with the poem Two Voices In A Meadow ignited a love of poetry.

A poem my mother Nellie 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.
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The sudden shock.
The news farflung.
Thy will be done
beats the drum.
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The hour of grief.
The darkened sun.
Thy will be done
rolls the drum.
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The sound of shot.
The grave begun.
Thy will be done
mourns the drum.

(It was not for a while after I read the poem that I realized the poem itself was
the sound of a drum with its 4 syllable lines, most 2nd syllables accented.)

Someone I don't know once said of a friend: 'If anyone ever asks what love is I will tell him of you.' I have been blessed by my Godgiven parents as well as extended family and friends for whom the above sentence could be spoken.

You have my grateful permission to repost my articles. My poems may be reposted on the internet and up to 18 poems in books and magazines provided they remain unedited and include author attribution and link with the poems, and if paper is involved that it be 100% recycled, cotton, rice or other less violent paper. Unedited individual lines or phrases may be published with author attribution. No exclusive rights granted.

I especially welcome their being put with the art of Deviantart and other artist forums.

The poems have been written between 1956 and now. Some have been published in magazines, newsletters, and an anthology or read over the air.

These poems reflect my own points of view. The political poems do not necessarily represent the opinions of my loved ones. To love ones country and people is a very different thing from rubberstamping the illegal wars of the last 67 years..

In my humble opinion, we are all love incarnate, pilgrims on the road of love, back to our hearts in which God who is Infinite Love dwells.

May you live in miracles each day and all days, each way, and all ways.

I have put many poems on this website, and it is
my deep prayer that if you want to print any, they be copied onto paper which does not kill trees.

The first one was written in 1956, and the others since then. When the internet became available,
they were added onto websites.

If any are upsetting to you, please give me your opinions.

May all of us work to cancel World War III.

Footnote:

Please join millions in praying for rain everywhere in 2013 as needed. If you have trees and bushes please water them daily.

I began internet publishing on Netscape, MSN Groups, and a network in my city. Netscape and MSN eliminated all their websites. An Italy based forum eliminated 2 sites with over 5000 entries. An international socialist forum was hacked off of the internet by warmongers and vivisectors.108 of my Ebooks disappeared in the hacking.
. My user name was sb11 and my pen name O Anna Niemus (oh anonymous) . Other pen names have included Anna Hridaaya, which is Sanskrit for Food of the Heart.