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.
Dec 30, 2011
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)
Dec 20, 2011
Fading Joy
By Rbe Pramono
The sky is dark and cold and gloom
and thy fragrance of love to the mist disperses;
Slowly our memories creep out of the room
where once united our two universes.
Flirting my soul with thy fading smiles,
the moon launches my senses to the emptiness.
Shall I bridge the distance of a thousand miles
and bring thee back to swim in the sea of madness?
Tonight thou come to my silent rim;
oh sweet rose, I lost the wind thou breeze,
it slips away and come what may.
Hence, through the leaves I whisper my dream
and let the bees thy crimson joy squeeze
and bequeath this love to dim light to slay
Yogyakarta, November 29, 2011
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Rbe Pramono. Lives in Yogyakarta.
The sky is dark and cold and gloom
and thy fragrance of love to the mist disperses;
Slowly our memories creep out of the room
where once united our two universes.
Flirting my soul with thy fading smiles,
the moon launches my senses to the emptiness.
Shall I bridge the distance of a thousand miles
and bring thee back to swim in the sea of madness?
Tonight thou come to my silent rim;
oh sweet rose, I lost the wind thou breeze,
it slips away and come what may.
Hence, through the leaves I whisper my dream
and let the bees thy crimson joy squeeze
and bequeath this love to dim light to slay
Yogyakarta, November 29, 2011
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Rbe Pramono. Lives in Yogyakarta.
Dec 15, 2011
Lonely
By Nona G Muchtar
there is something I don’t realize previously
that do not need to find something to hold the tears
if one day we will find there’s no the end road
and I just need to keep the sadness in my chest behind
this day was wrapped a little tough of an old tree in front of the house
if one day we actually choose our own path to arrive
most can not be kept tears at the root
and my chest into the trunk
that even many times you try to slice, only the left thumb along the segment
You may choose to be whatever
whatever, everything
the tree will always grow
and the wind kept their leaves
November 10, 2011
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Nona G Muchtar. Known as the woman poet, from Palu - Sulawesi. Lives in Jakarta.
there is something I don’t realize previously
that do not need to find something to hold the tears
if one day we will find there’s no the end road
and I just need to keep the sadness in my chest behind
this day was wrapped a little tough of an old tree in front of the house
if one day we actually choose our own path to arrive
most can not be kept tears at the root
and my chest into the trunk
that even many times you try to slice, only the left thumb along the segment
You may choose to be whatever
whatever, everything
the tree will always grow
and the wind kept their leaves
November 10, 2011
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Nona G Muchtar. Known as the woman poet, from Palu - Sulawesi. Lives in Jakarta.
Dec 10, 2011
Male Infertility Prayer
By Senja Di Kintamani
not just a friday night
myriads of similar mucus tadpole, spurting
dashed into the canal generation
slightly different from urine
Lord, show the power countless in number of pray verse reinforced trip mucus ovum fertilize
forms zygote, turned into an embryo
Lord, please give an answer
if this part of the plan, after
I'll be there a perfect man?
without a baby in women carrying
Dien Makmur, Majenang, 2011
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Senja Di Kintamani. Lives in Majenang, West Java.
not just a friday night
myriads of similar mucus tadpole, spurting
dashed into the canal generation
slightly different from urine
Lord, show the power countless in number of pray verse reinforced trip mucus ovum fertilize
forms zygote, turned into an embryo
Lord, please give an answer
if this part of the plan, after
I'll be there a perfect man?
without a baby in women carrying
Dien Makmur, Majenang, 2011
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Senja Di Kintamani. Lives in Majenang, West Java.
back home
By Febby Sahla
I'm not up on the detection of wind rattling rhythm playing.
I'm here, on the rock... staring at the horizon without
boundaries letting the wind slapped my face repeatedly, enjoying warm sun unites the deepest recesses of the soul
and the waves gently caressing my toes.
I'm here.
above the towering reef.
and certainly missed being home.
December 2, 2011
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Febby Sahla. Often writes on social networking sites. Lives in Semarang.
I'm not up on the detection of wind rattling rhythm playing.
I'm here, on the rock... staring at the horizon without
boundaries letting the wind slapped my face repeatedly, enjoying warm sun unites the deepest recesses of the soul
and the waves gently caressing my toes.
I think nothing...
I let it all sink arise following an endless poem of life.
yes, the occasional ripple breaking my reverie. but sometimes
the vortex was like a stunt that serves delicious beauty.
I'm here.
above the towering reef.
and certainly missed being home.
December 2, 2011
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Febby Sahla. Often writes on social networking sites. Lives in Semarang.
Dec 5, 2011
we are in between
By Febby Sahla
no estimate
no virtual
no rest...
all the natural course
all real
perfect flow
like the wind in the leaves moving in rhythm
like a flute in inflatable shepherd
rhythmic motion as the globe
and as dusk speckled shade
moist earth immediately
there we are in between
June 22, 2011
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Febby Sahla. Lives in Semarang.
no estimate
no virtual
no rest...
all the natural course
all real
perfect flow
like the wind in the leaves moving in rhythm
like a flute in inflatable shepherd
rhythmic motion as the globe
and as dusk speckled shade
moist earth immediately
there we are in between
June 22, 2011
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Febby Sahla. Lives in Semarang.
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