Lebaran

By Beni Setia

mother was not in vain to establish longing
although the wind is always to shreds
intact dome of the sky after takbir

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Lebaran

By Dimas Arika Mihardja

Lebaran drums
the marker of victory
:tears of compassion

**(From the book Anthology Poems of 50 Poets "Kitab Radja-Ratoe Alit")

Jakarta, 2011
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Beni Setia and Dimas Arika Mihardja. A poets. Living in Jakarta.








"Happy Eid ul-Fitri 1432 H - Minal Aidin Wal Faidzin"

Proclamation Manuscript

By Darman D. Hoeri

You, be read more. Be heard again. At a certain moment. I blushed, always blushed. The discordant sound out loud, fly you away off into the sky. You flakes word by word. Drift you away somewhere. On the way home, the children had been impatiently watching for television. It must be sought - of knight middle of nowhere. Lazy supine, head in the base picture book -hero of this country. Ah, the proclamation. Buzzing you adrift.

August 22, 2011
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Darman D. Hoeri. A poets. Living in Jakarta.

Symphony shoots of weeds

By Esthi Bhirawati

:Ahya Rusdi

Symphony shoots of weeds,
Like a line of my prayer to you,
Sticking spilled into the blue sky,
Entrusted Him to my love...
Symphony shoots of weeds,
Always accompany your journey,
In between prayers,
In the arms of the heart,
Always take care of you,
my love...

Indralaya, January 3, 2011
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Esthi Bhirawati. Poets lover, living in Jakarta.

rivers of grief

Indonesia, tomorrow we are free
commemorate, but they are not independent
do not know what to eat tomorrow, there is no audible
property, conscience, togetherness, multiculturalism
corruptor dance, earth dance mother land

Indonesia, tomorrow we are free
souls surrender to the country, living past history of a period
whose justice, tears and bloods
towards the estuary in the rivers of grief
whose the imperialist, in truth?

Jakarta, August 15 2011
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** In order to welcome the Independence Day.

we are in between

By Febby Sahla

there’s no forecast
there’s no virtual
there’s no pause...
all the natural course
all it’s real
perfect flow
like the leaves move in rhythm of the wind
such as the flute is blown by shepherd
rhythmically as the globe motion
and as dusk speckled shade
moist earth instantly
there's we are in between

June 22, 2011
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Febby Sahla. Enjoys writing poetry and prose, her works can be found on social media sites. Living in Semarang.

your presence

By Pringadi Abdi Surya

jackfruit tree leaves are dark green
some have been studying the color of the sun

light shade at two o'clock in the morning
I catch and trap in the pocket

You're there to learn to spell of the temple grass
passionate pursuit of the first dew

in my chest, a rat is also making a nest
closely compete with your presence

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Pringadi Abdi Surya. A writer and poet. His works are scattered in various media. Living in Jakarta.