By Melly Syafiie
Tired when hit,
troubled that none brings endless..
My soul longs to find dusk..
For the sake of the burden of care rested..
For a moment, the pace..
Just to break my destiny..
I just want to..
'Return..'
*nocturnal..
Jakarta, 2012
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Melly Syafiie. Lives in Jakarta.
Notes Of The Days... NOTD
The collection of Note's from me and all of my friends... and Whoever.... That's it.....
Feb 5, 2012
Jan 30, 2012
So..
By Melly Syafiie
Let me grow as myself,
love..
Let me glow as the sun,
Let me as the scent of jasmine,
Let me rise as doves,
Until..
I can see
able to interpret,
the other side of a path of life..
...
..
Jakarta, 2012
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Melly Syafiie. Lives in Jakarta.
Let me grow as myself,
love..
Let me glow as the sun,
Let me as the scent of jasmine,
Let me rise as doves,
Until..
I can see
able to interpret,
the other side of a path of life..
...
..
Jakarta, 2012
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Melly Syafiie. Lives in Jakarta.
Jan 15, 2012
Permission
By Astry Maniez
I want to gobble up
all meals
at the longing banquet we'll wait
nothing’s left
if you give permission, sweetheart?
Jakarta, October 30, 2011
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Astry Maniez. Her poems often found on social networking sites. Lives in Kendal, Central Java.
I want to gobble up
all meals
at the longing banquet we'll wait
nothing’s left
if you give permission, sweetheart?
Jakarta, October 30, 2011
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Astry Maniez. Her poems often found on social networking sites. Lives in Kendal, Central Java.
Labels:
loneliness,
longing
Jan 10, 2012
Dimming Hope
By Rbe Pramono
Gone the days, come along the nights
the wind scatters away
tranquility torn apart
so tiny pieces becomes
silence swallows 'em and leaves hollow
see bodies buried on the ground, shallow
creating red ponds in the descent hearts
no more tears
emptied by miseries
agony is the air to breathe
life and death
lost and glory
dream and reality
are but twins with a mirror between
and thine
and mine
are but invisible dust
never does it stay in hand
Gone the days, come along the nights
no border traces
no country stays
search no more,
but a dimming hope in the middle of gloom
for love is tugged from the very parlor of our hearts
Kaki Merapi, Oktober 2011
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Rbe Pramono. Lives in Yogyakarta.
Gone the days, come along the nights
the wind scatters away
tranquility torn apart
so tiny pieces becomes
silence swallows 'em and leaves hollow
see bodies buried on the ground, shallow
creating red ponds in the descent hearts
no more tears
emptied by miseries
agony is the air to breathe
life and death
lost and glory
dream and reality
are but twins with a mirror between
and thine
and mine
are but invisible dust
never does it stay in hand
Gone the days, come along the nights
no border traces
no country stays
search no more,
but a dimming hope in the middle of gloom
for love is tugged from the very parlor of our hearts
Kaki Merapi, Oktober 2011
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Rbe Pramono. Lives in Yogyakarta.
Labels:
hope
Jan 5, 2012
I, Counting
By Wild Dove
Me and the step is one,
desire and mind are two,
instinct and ego are the three,
silent and capable is zero.
I'm in remorse that does not want to regret,
I have been counting and counting,
detailed calculations have been weighted,
count seeds that have been strung in the arrangement.
indeed, I have become good at the counter.
and,
I made a new count...
November 19, 2011
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Wild Dove. Lives in Jakarta.
Me and the step is one,
desire and mind are two,
instinct and ego are the three,
silent and capable is zero.
I'm in remorse that does not want to regret,
I have been counting and counting,
detailed calculations have been weighted,
count seeds that have been strung in the arrangement.
indeed, I have become good at the counter.
and,
I made a new count...
November 19, 2011
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Wild Dove. Lives in Jakarta.
Dec 30, 2011
Captive
By Susy Ayu
your wide love like this kind
just a strait inch between the mainland and its
as far as a dandaka forest and alengka
your wide love like this kind
distance traveled salty and bitter
boundary between the shallow and deep
my heart as your prisoner
could never I prove it
that she is a virgin
Karimunjawa, October 2011
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Susy Ayu. Woman poets. Lives in Bekasi, West Java.
your wide love like this kind
just a strait inch between the mainland and its
as far as a dandaka forest and alengka
your wide love like this kind
distance traveled salty and bitter
boundary between the shallow and deep
my heart as your prisoner
could never I prove it
that she is a virgin
Karimunjawa, October 2011
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Susy Ayu. Woman poets. Lives in Bekasi, West Java.
Dec 25, 2011
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity
By John Milton
It was the winter wild,
While the heaven-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature, in awe to him,
Had doffed her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour.
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John Milton (9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674) was an English poet, polemicist, a scholarly man of letters, and a civil servant for the Commonwealth (republic) of England under Oliver Cromwell. He wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost. (Wikipedia.org)
It was the winter wild,
While the heaven-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature, in awe to him,
Had doffed her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour.
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John Milton (9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674) was an English poet, polemicist, a scholarly man of letters, and a civil servant for the Commonwealth (republic) of England under Oliver Cromwell. He wrote at a time of religious flux and political upheaval, and is best known for his epic poem Paradise Lost. (Wikipedia.org)
Labels:
hope
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