Munting Tubigan (Sa Kabihasnan)








Munting Tubigan (Sa Kabihasnan)



Mayroon bang mas

hihigit pa sa ilog?

Sa kanyang simoy..

Tahimik na agusan,

haplos para sa hapdi—

The River


you thought you could get away

with all your grimy sins

perhaps you thought there's no god

perhaps you think there is

either way

it's a lone, cold fall

and the river is just a mouth

she opens wide

she's selling secrets inside

are you willing to pay the price?


put you back to the wall my brother

put your back to the wall my friend

put you face to the river

she opens wide to let you in

every damn day is a long damn day

but the river has no fears

whether she eats

today or tomorrow

or fasts for a hundred years


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All alone All along

like porcelain shavings

her skin began to crack

like a feather floating on thin air

she's losing strands of silken hair


the mirror spits back 

all the qualities in which we lack

like needles in our eyes

poisoned with vain lies


she savored the quiet moments 

devoid of conversation 

the sound of still breathing

the footsteps that followed him leaving.


the closer I feel

the further you fade

the more I crave

the less you feed

so I chose not to need 

a single thing..


will there ever be a solid bridge built to cross..?

a river below, to toss our fears away...

voices muffled, as she sank deeper

yet no hand reaches.

sunshine streaks through the surface

the only warmth you'll get

engulfed in cold fluids

& a heart weighed down by loves disillusions---

many reminders of what could have been..


all alone

she knew it all along..

Author's Notes/Comments: 




I see London,

I see France

And the bridge between.


Like an eagle my vision flies

Over the countries

Over the rivers

Over the plains.


Truly adventure

Can happen inside

You don't have to leave your house

To project or have visions.


I roam far and wide,

I see heaven and the sky

I see the Cosmos

In and Outside


My vision travels

Far and wide!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Personal poem.

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Crossing the Surma on Boat

Each time I would go,

To the other side of the river through,

The vulnerable boat that occasionally,

Reminded me of Whitman’s “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”.


The physical’s longing for the spiritual,

As the poet portrayed was sensational,

An eternal journey we are on,

Since the moment we breathe, since we are born.


The voyage of the body is temporal,

But the soul journeys forever, being eternal.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Surma is a major river in Bangladesh. Sylhet stands on its bank.

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River Water Eucharist



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River Water Eucharist


At the falls
river water
turns into
Christ wine
as it pours onto
the altar rock.

-saiom shriver-



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River Of Love


River Of Love

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There is a river of love

which joyfully trips over rocks

minding nothing difficult

done for the beloved.

-saiom shriver-



based on words of Sathya Sai Baba

who also said "To expect love in return

is akin to a coolie's demanding wages".




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The Surma River

Oh! How gracefully you flow!

You must know,

That you’re and were the beloved,

Of numerous alive and departed.


You’re not a river,

But a living nectar,

Of mind and essence; to me you bring smile,

You are the Thames and the Nile .


Many a time tenderly I did gaze,

At your curves as if girl of village,

Was on the move with a pitcher,

Giving birth to beauty and letting it scatter.


How can I not remember,

The lovebirds’ elation once seeing you together?

Watching your ripples dance,

And the crazy whirling wasting no chance.


Like the hectic time you flow,

Yet ceaselessly you glow

As the sacred cascade,

Keeping secrets in the breast long unsaid.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sylhet stands on the banks of the beautiful Surma river.

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4 Poems: Bee Tables, Woods Worship, Gathered Shards, Yes I Can


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Can I help?
Of course I can
said all from
the people of Japan
to each Corsican

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As magnets pull iron filings
and vacuums draw up rice grains
As the sun lifts sea waters
and rivers gather drops of rain
does Great Love
sooner or later
attract all to His train

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Daffodils convene
in clusters in the
fallen leaved woods
to worship in
Mother Earth’s chapel

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For wandering bees
Queen Anne’s Lace
is the table, the food
and visible grace.



-saiom shriver-