By Dalasari Pera
twilight none other than the closet, its contents form a pile of taste and memories of the folded so neatly. occasionally open it then open it also folds, sometimes worn on the body and then fold it back. also occasionally make it just looked blank and izrael for our scripts.
at other times, dusk to table the busiest ever find. thousands of appointments lined up there, the stories accumulate mutual joys and sorrows. childhood fairy tales were leaping into the chest when the drizzle became the most expensive toys that go with you. legend or romance that spilled from the poet arrays when the occasional rainbow arched like a hug.
Belawa, Makassar, February 11 2011
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Dalasari Pera. Often write poetry, especially in the social network site, facebook. Working in the Education Office, Makassar.
May 31, 2011
May 26, 2011
Freedom
By Sofyan Adrimen
there are streaks of gold lodged in a wing night
provide bright light, radiating beacon of reason grilling
petals grabbed furiously,
on the days that fade
gold ribbon of the time
slogans strung from the bitterness
heirs of the slave civilization
freedom
Semarang, 25 Mei 2011
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Sofyan Adrimen. The poet and his works are spread on the social networking site facebook. Living in Semarang.
there are streaks of gold lodged in a wing night
provide bright light, radiating beacon of reason grilling
petals grabbed furiously,
on the days that fade
gold ribbon of the time
slogans strung from the bitterness
heirs of the slave civilization
freedom
Semarang, 25 Mei 2011
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Sofyan Adrimen. The poet and his works are spread on the social networking site facebook. Living in Semarang.
May 21, 2011
Corpse Fuel Hoarders
By Irfan Firnanda
After observing silent, he finally sprayed his body with kerosene, diesel, and gasoline and then set fire to himself, beginning from the end of the hair.
May 19, 2011
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Irfan Firnanda. Often writing poetry. His works are widely spread on social networking sites. Living in Jakarta.
After observing silent, he finally sprayed his body with kerosene, diesel, and gasoline and then set fire to himself, beginning from the end of the hair.
May 19, 2011
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Irfan Firnanda. Often writing poetry. His works are widely spread on social networking sites. Living in Jakarta.
May 16, 2011
Tailor Fate Author
By Kurniawan Junaedhie
When about to write a poem, the author is desperate because they do not have the letter A. When the letter A was found, he even wanted to write short stories. Feeling damn, she decided to write flash fiction a totally free of the letter A. Since then he lived happily.
May 2011
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Kurniawan Junaedhi. A lot of writing and his works scattered in various media.
When about to write a poem, the author is desperate because they do not have the letter A. When the letter A was found, he even wanted to write short stories. Feeling damn, she decided to write flash fiction a totally free of the letter A. Since then he lived happily.
May 2011
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Kurniawan Junaedhi. A lot of writing and his works scattered in various media.
May 11, 2011
At a time in the Temple of MA ZU
By Susy Ayu
561 years of immortality
My love strong pervasive
The oldest temple in teak pole
upright facing the sky the land of Java
When the wind was restless face
I have entrusted us the names of
in the procession golden kio
gracefully through the gates of Ma Zu
Lasem, April 2011
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Susy Ayu. Female poet, her books can be obtained at various bookstores, the last "Merapi Gugat".
561 years of immortality
My love strong pervasive
The oldest temple in teak pole
upright facing the sky the land of Java
When the wind was restless face
I have entrusted us the names of
in the procession golden kio
gracefully through the gates of Ma Zu
Lasem, April 2011
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Susy Ayu. Female poet, her books can be obtained at various bookstores, the last "Merapi Gugat".
May 6, 2011
To All Wishes
By Frischa Aswarini
If only
Calendars do not have a name day
Maybe the trees will not know
A leaf has fallen
down this road
When the scorching days
Touching the tip of the wet, on
boys hair roadside
In the deserted park
Little girl dancing, the empty flowers
Her eyes dent a river
which often became his dream
Glass slipper, glass cans, or the sky pink,
words like
While the firefly
Seeing the light, in twigs melancholy
Playing the yellow lights
between the glasses of beer
with the gratuitous jokes or laugh
Maybe someday wings
Hurry silent
When the tinkling sound
rolling, so the beer foam
futile
And if it does not have a name day calendar
Maybe there was someone
Calling us at the end of the curve
Bringing the day more than day
A piece of light blue ice cream, and flowers
to park empty
for each person
To all want
Green trees
And small cans
Everything is not
When no longer the name of the day
For later
Perhaps no kisses or blankets to sleep
To us
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Frischa Aswarini. Born in Denpasar October 17, 1991. Student Science History, University of Udayana. Active in Community Sahaja, a group of literary studies and creative writing in Bali. Winner of the best two poetry writing contest South to South Film Festival Nasional, had time to read poetry in front of President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono.
If only
Calendars do not have a name day
Maybe the trees will not know
A leaf has fallen
down this road
When the scorching days
Touching the tip of the wet, on
boys hair roadside
In the deserted park
Little girl dancing, the empty flowers
Her eyes dent a river
which often became his dream
Glass slipper, glass cans, or the sky pink,
words like
While the firefly
Seeing the light, in twigs melancholy
Playing the yellow lights
between the glasses of beer
with the gratuitous jokes or laugh
Maybe someday wings
Hurry silent
When the tinkling sound
rolling, so the beer foam
futile
And if it does not have a name day calendar
Maybe there was someone
Calling us at the end of the curve
Bringing the day more than day
A piece of light blue ice cream, and flowers
to park empty
for each person
To all want
Green trees
And small cans
Everything is not
When no longer the name of the day
For later
Perhaps no kisses or blankets to sleep
To us
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Frischa Aswarini. Born in Denpasar October 17, 1991. Student Science History, University of Udayana. Active in Community Sahaja, a group of literary studies and creative writing in Bali. Winner of the best two poetry writing contest South to South Film Festival Nasional, had time to read poetry in front of President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono.
May 1, 2011
Cyber Love
By Lin S Zhang
Cyber Love.. Ensnare Two Lives
Love arrows lovebirds
Will not forget the Real World
Will We Destined To Meet
Only Time Is Turning
As Silent Witness Our Love Story
Eternal Embedded In Unforgettable Memories
Surabaya, 29 April 2011
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Lin S Zhang. Students majoring in Literature. Living in Surabaya. Some of his works can be found on social networking sites facebook.
Cyber Love.. Ensnare Two Lives
Love arrows lovebirds
Will not forget the Real World
Will We Destined To Meet
Only Time Is Turning
As Silent Witness Our Love Story
Eternal Embedded In Unforgettable Memories
Surabaya, 29 April 2011
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Lin S Zhang. Students majoring in Literature. Living in Surabaya. Some of his works can be found on social networking sites facebook.
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