Notes Of The Days... NOTD

Permission

2012-01-15T16:17:00.000+07:00

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.

Dimming Hope

2012-01-10T16:08:00.000+07:00

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.

I, Counting

2012-01-05T16:01:00.000+07:00

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.

Captive

2011-12-30T15:35:00.000+07:00

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.

On the Morning of Christ's Nativity

2011-12-25T15:39:00.000+07:00

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)

Fading Joy

2011-12-20T15:48:00.000+07:00

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.

Lonely

2011-12-15T15:35:00.000+07:00

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.

Male Infertility Prayer

2011-12-10T15:04:00.000+07:00

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 powercountless in number of pray versereinforced 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

2011-12-10T07:39:00.001+07:00

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 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.

we are in between

2011-12-05T14:21:00.000+07:00

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.

Longing

2011-11-30T15:34:00.001+07:00

By Saut Poltak Tambunan

Traces stork
Refuge in the hut
You do not come

Bekasi. November 20, 2011
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Saut Poltak Tambunan. A writer. Lives in Bekasi.

When Must Say It

2011-11-25T23:34:00.001+07:00

By Dalasari Pera

what would be in vain
if I preach
a handfuls of mushrooms
had sent to your nights?

fully convinced, I fulfill
knowing that love can not be perfect
not you are making enough
then I love thee
follow the flow
because the estuary where you're in a full moon
is an undeniable mystery

Belawa, November 5, 2011
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Dalasari Pera. Woman's writer. Lives in Makassar.

And I Remember You as the Rain

2011-11-20T18:20:00.000+07:00

By Ishtar Maryam

And I remember you as the rain
points are tiptoeing thin drizzle over the top of your chest gutters
then fell to my lips
lips are numb, aching wait for a jest

I still remember you as the rain
hurricane shade in the dry season
dry winds flying from your eyes into my tongue
an agile tongue dance sheen babble

of you who do not know the way home
about which I can only remember

face in the rain

Bandung, November 4, 2011
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Ishtar Maryam. A writer and a poets. Works in Bandung.

After the Death

2011-11-15T18:00:00.000+07:00

By August Suhardono

Always a surprise
that bring memories to follow, the light flickering.
Why did they enter it. Like a blurry picture television spots.
Silently dripped gently on an electric substation.

Slowly go without knowing in a twilight of the rainy season
the leaves are still not want to say hello.
They are like a sheet of paper which scratched from an old record.
Many of the names listed in a quiet, cool.

Still available to enjoy the beauty of your days
but the shadows were more real than the tired bodies.
The cowboys of the hero does not really matter anymore
shelter behind all the power and arrogance.

November 6, 2011
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August Suhardono. Lives in Jakarta.

smile

2011-11-10T17:30:00.000+07:00

By August Suhardono

On Sunday, this is what makes happy
When the moment arrives
but tomorrow
there is still the sun shines
in the dark fog
When we must rise up and live.

November 6, 2011
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August Suhardono. Lives in Jakarta.

The Last of October

2011-11-05T17:21:00.000+07:00

By Ratih Ayu

The more lights up and up...
hit the self can not stand.
Last week of October.
Bang calling.
I still blinked my eyes.
The world was too quiet, not wanting
looking for loopholes
where the voices of tired
peeking around the horizon.

October 25, 2011
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Ratih Ayu. A student, lives in Jakarta.

Flamboyant Collapses

2011-10-30T17:07:00.000+07:00

By August Suhardono

The magnificent return to his home and wait there
days are getting shorter dry oasis desert of Sirte

Like a desert fox in the bushes to sneak cryptic
unconscious demons continue to seek people's struggle endlessly

A miserable flamboyant, splendor, and forget the time unfriendly
authority inviting forget, the low-flying eagle wings no longer

Khadaffy, farewell flamboyant!

October 20, 2011
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August Suhardono. Lives in Jakarta.

Midwinter

2011-10-25T20:21:00.000+07:00

By Tomas Tranströmer

A blue light
radiates from my clothing.
Midwinter.
Clattering tambourines of ice.
I close my eyes.
There is a silent world
there is a crack
where the dead
are smuggled across the border.

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(Source Barbara Chai, wsj blog, wsj.com)

Tomas Tranströmer. Born in Stockholm in 1931. He is Scandinavia’s preeminent poet. Tranströmer is the recipient of the 2011 Nobel Prize for Literature. His other honors and awards include the Aftonbladets Literary Prize, the Bonnier Award for Poetry, the Neustadt International Prize for Literature, the Oevralids Prize, the Petrach Prize in Germany, and the Swedish Award from International Poetry Forum.

At the Tip of the Tongue

2011-10-20T21:52:00.000+07:00

By Ramoun Apta

at the tip of the tongue there is a sentence
would manifests a language

but the new sentence, still too naive
felt not enough age for brings delivery of meaning

sentence must be returned to the uvula
and nurtured to be more mature joke

Padang, 2011
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Ramoun Apta. Sungai Binjai born Poet, Muara Bungo, Jambi, October 26, 1991. Student of Sastra Indonesia, Andalas University, Padang.

(Source Kompas Minggu, October 16, 2011)

Night Elegy

2011-10-10T17:51:00.000+07:00

By Wild Dove

Sky,
when was a sense of despair without cutting into time?

When you find the wind to speak on the shutters down,
I was waiting for a touch of your present

Mock me to the dusk numbers
I feel your present

Shadow,
make love in the array of my ego
Don’t strip me in the open dark taste

I gave up on the wides chest
Let me love you through the steps doings,
because it can only give ran with seeds embedded reins

I love you,
lustful
thousands of taste,
millions rhythm

Struggle in my taste

September 24, 2011

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Wild Dove. Female poet, lived in Jakarta.

Long Drought

2011-10-05T22:49:00.001+07:00

By Alex Putra Siosar

Rain had been not down to the water
The well dry give deep echoes
However, fields full of water in turmoil
Toad frog was happily singing
Eels dancing with dance drunk

Rice looks to soft bow

Waiting for the sky struck the heart water tidal
Waiting for burning drought withered
Be a lantern in the chaos page

Drought is still a long ...

Bukit Lawang, August 2011

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Alex Putra Siosar. The poets, live in Bukit Lawang, Langkat, North Sumatra.

Mirror

2011-09-30T14:00:00.000+07:00

By Rain Queen

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Although sometimes feel regret ever kept longing; done in vain and useless act
it's just that he walked straight without finding a mirror to stop, simply pass reportedly
so to whom he was stepping

hihi haha hehe
the men bitch on the edge of the mirror started to giggle
reflections laugh at their foolish
'trying to raised to right, you must lift the left' he exclaimed full of silliness

indeed he belongs to illness women are forced to draw a smile alive
for problems and things that accomplishes nothing
he was slumped on the regrets over missed indulgence

March 9, 2011

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Rain Queen. Female poet, lives in Banda Aceh.

the lost

2011-09-25T14:08:00.000+07:00

By Ratih Kumbara

lovely parting hope will open a beautiful
after all the effort I do to recover the lost
do not ever regret this separation

do you make a story as if you want to survive

because it will only reduce gratitude to god
you do not overload their innocent
grow on their expectations

with the story that we are okay...

September 15, 2011
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Ratih Kumbara. Poets’ lover. Now working in Jakarta, came from Yogyakarta.

Sleep

2011-09-20T02:06:00.000+07:00

By Ramayani Riance

lie down
sleep
forget the your hair-raising live it your poem
live it your teaches book

then let the silence that squeezes your chest
just close your eyes on the humming bird scolds
tomorrow will be fine

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Ramayani Riance. Female poets. Active writing poetry in her poetry community – “Komunitas Pintu”, living in Jambi.

Heaven's Fishing

2011-09-15T01:41:00.000+07:00

By Dewi Maharani

in his eyes
sun outage

in my eyes
roared the beach

do not give us the net
we do not want to fall all the inhabitants of the sea
then with their curses
thereby making our stomachs distended

give us that hook
for fishing heaven’s peak
reignite Your sun
calm beach hearts
in the essential sincerity...

Bogor, August 21, 2011
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Dewi Maharani. The female poet, her works are scattered in various media, such as Kompas Oase and the social media networking. Living in Bogor. Her blog can be found in http://poemscafebydm.blogspot.com/

pale moon

2011-09-10T22:19:00.000+07:00

By Lia Salsabila

waves roll up to reveal the heart, sea salt crystallized in the gutter.
full sun when the pale moon pour suffer.

you,

do not stop smiling breathed the breath of love in the universe even though the wound did not greet tired,
"I cracked a sign of love the soul grows not prohibited"

September 10, 2011
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Lia Salsabila. Always writing poets in social media site, lives in Jember, East Java. Her other poets can be found in this blog.

Youth Times

2011-09-05T03:22:00.000+07:00

By Ishtar Maryam

Running away deer run
ran into the middle of cassava fields
not to the farm, there are farmers
the angry cassava farmers, lame deer
broken legs

Running away, deer run
ran into the granary
not to the barn, there are farmers
rice farmers are friendly, lame deer
brought home

Running away, the deer can not run
But still want to run
keep running

Bandung, September 2, 2011
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Ishtar Maryam. Often writing in various media. Living in Bandung.

Lebaran

2011-08-30T04:15:00.000+07:00

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

2011-08-25T17:00:00.001+07:00

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

2011-08-20T18:16:00.003+07:00

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

2011-08-15T00:24:00.000+07:00

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

2011-08-10T00:47:00.000+07:00

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

2011-08-05T01:37:00.003+07:00

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.

my eye tears

2011-07-30T01:17:00.004+07:00

By Shinta Miranda

i've entrusted my tears, Ma
yesterday was poured
lasting from a pitcher
the color is clear like glass

scintillation light will you see, Ma
today they are flying
of an eternal city toward yourself
lovers love the color red

the distance is thousands of leaves in the wind
thousands of time is the pebble gravel cold night
you still have time to hear from me later
from the eyes of your water that has become my tears, Ma

Jakarta, June 16, 2011
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Shinta Miranda. Woman's poet, her works found in many social media sites. Living in Jakarta.

Light

2011-07-25T22:40:00.002+07:00

By Sitok Srengenge

For you perhaps my attended just fictitious, though I’m not far from you
I dwell inside, is like a fire that animates the furnace
For you can be anything you want, I hope you did not hesitate my attend

Every time I watch outstretched wings that overlay an area of the universe
Translucent hands touching objects so bright
Despite the love, hate and lies, always as ephemeral mirage

I glory in the heart, in thought I was intelligent, in a follow-me beauty
I'm pointing the way, my spark of hope. Uncover the veil of knowledge,
explain my understanding. Relieve my footsteps to freedom
I'm light, making it a virtual muddy, give love

I was the rainy season, weeping bitterly begging sun series
I weather the night, the moon shined bright for the clamp
Shoots like a yearning, I swerved to reach you in vain
Flattery the body, snap soul, until one day I was devastated after dusk

True light radiating from within
Bright light outside only faint reflections
If your eyes closed universe dark
Undoubtedly an expert body when the light goes out

May 26, 2011
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Sitok Srengenge. The famous poets. Live in Jakarta.

Yesterday

2011-07-20T22:15:00.001+07:00

By Kembara Gelungan Hitam

land never revenge on a wave
faithful to steal the edge

none a second occurred to collect

of understanding to the uterus
because all just the while

there is no eternal in the grain of sand
mud contaminated, until
white makes it gray

love and hate
like a thin fog which arrives
cool left in the air

winds off the coast of the children playing
with the joy of his childhood

; like yesterday

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

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Kembara Gelungan Hitam. Woman poets, often wrote poems and prose writings. Very productive in the work. Living in Cikarang.

In a City

2011-07-15T22:09:00.003+07:00

By Nona G Muchtar

O come
give me a poem
tonight my longing to be mist
gathered outside the hotel window
in a city,

Makassar, June 2010

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The tree and hibiscus

I walk between longing and loneliness creeps,
makes the shadows of the face is not perfect time for me to stop by
then again I let the trees and hibiscus growing in my chest...

Bintaro, 2010
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Nona G Muctar. The woman poets, live in Makassar.

Note: Hibiscus flower - bunga kembang sepatu

back to this red light

2011-07-10T03:46:00.000+07:00

By Sofyan Adrimen

there is a lump of meat wrapped heart of the sun burned
melted in the black asphalt, heat the remaining coins to accumulate points
his body became disabled in embedded fate
but her eyes were deriding the palm of his hand,
like a condemned man who threw the coins that collected

little girl burst offers dim moon in her eyes
bud poked a note of the sentence and I look in her eyes
such as finding roots for the sake of uric by uric dismantle drug
and I found a handful of the word bitch
who are still learning to uric
on it full of black clouds altercation

Semarang, June 22, 2011
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Sofyan Adrimen. A poets. Live in Semarang. His work can be found on social media sites.

There Animals At Your Tongue

2011-07-05T19:00:00.001+07:00

By Ishtar Maryam

What it was growing on your tongue, sir?
he that spread and never forget you feed poison
It is a poison that would kill me if I was not careful when
flirt with you

Let's breed all sorts of animals such as yours
wife's yours is mine, yours and mine
bred in our tongue

the tongue is full of the fetus could

- Dining table, June 28, 2011

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Ishtar Maryam. Enjoys writing and her works can be found in the mass media and social media sites. Living in Bandung.

Mother and salted fish bites

2011-06-30T21:44:00.001+07:00

By Febby Sahla

about mother and child on the archipelago over there

It's about the lights of the capital that we see see her twinkling. Children without protection when held in the motherland and limp without a power vacuum when cold infiltrates the soul.

Their face was so pale that no trace of a smile. Meretricious whatever dogma is so strong hit, already decaying wisdom merged in order that increasingly destroyed.
But, while enjoying the salty fish are served, my face never lost. The look on a map of every field that love I made sure never worn even more inflamed liver.

Son, Mother's not cracked... stay with you looking at, as each mouthful of salted fish trays too slowly, enjoy every chew's, was no less grateful for every crumb in an... I gently wipe the water pooled in the bitterness. Whatever sustenance served us right now.

Mother looked dazed and disheveled in a face-to-lip quiver.
Mother was a fierce thunderstorm, which delivers only have pity.
Although not so tough now, a simple prayer songs remain on the sidelines of the lake was stagnant, and love is not pinned to imagine.

This last mouthful of salted fish and rice that cools...
If no box is left later or deposits that do not live in fear, Mother's testament containers and lids of gratitude in the man of submission. Not worth it... but not difficult when you put it at the heart box and every time you open the lesson again.

{From the street on the way to learn to map any crumbs into learning}

Semarang, February 23, 2011
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Febby Sahla. Writes frequently on social networking sites. Her works can be found there. Living in Semarang.

Read it fears

2011-06-25T16:44:00.000+07:00

By Malika Hasan

For him, every day is rainy
Who nailed the earth with fears
Song of the mountain, the vibration of trees, plants whisper
Is torture

Somehow he soak the sand with the sun
The sea behind the hills, groaned, and then die
White-backed fish, slanted eyes
Poking the boat looked lost, his mouth locked
Similar statues mossy, frozen Prophets

Perhaps in this life, travel time not as blue as Lake Sentani
Feels more lonely bitter gall, from the death of seals on a raft
Skin smashed
Just like an elegy:

A young fisherman rusty ribs
A grain of salt helpless in the stomach is full of fire
Witnessing his father's eyes glittered
Wives claim to love children
But the plant thorns, deceptive web of its own

The days were so faithful, waiting for the witch offer sunflower seeds
Then caress ash and dust settled on his self-

Does not he realize?
This is the month of May tearful drizzle
Hordes of middle-aged men want to return to the womb of the mother
"There is no sadness there, the place is paradise!"

From a distance, the sound of black hawk down sobbing at the foot of the old gods
Drifting without form, unable to rotate the earth
Everything becomes fears in his own mind
And he, silent in the noise passion
Sensing her figure filled with beetles, brown and red

Instantly silent sea,
Many thousands of flying fish to hide, like the waves of calm into the mist
He was rushed to weigh a handful of heart, oh like myself

The man with the clay body, sculpted on mangrove roots
Without a voice...

Surabaya, June 2011
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Malika Hasan. Woman poet with a straightforward poems and works well as an entrepreneur. Living in Surabaya.

All The Time

2011-06-20T08:17:00.003+07:00

By Susy Ayu

you're my fuel barge
you jail me at your altar
my longing rose into the sky
as the prayer paper ash

when i'm drunk your incense
would you still accuse me cold and frozen?

while I waited eternal
i miss dying
frozen into a statue
in your temples

June 18, 2011
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Susy Ayu. She is a woman poet. Her works are scattered in various media. Her last work "Merapi Gugat". She lives in Bekasi, West Java.

Look in the Full Moon Eyes of Ima

2011-06-15T14:06:00.002+07:00

By Skylashtar Maryam

I'm looking for full days behind the eyes, Ima
had embeddable night, possibly abducted and missing rain
which clearly did not find any single fluorescent light in between the eyebrows and cheek
smooth cheek, which was always making out that red
full now sow drops
while the stalk was not one star that I could reap
not from the quivering lips
not from your breasts are blooming

will keep looking for that full moon, Ima
probably not above your belly,
not inside your warm womb
especially to your eyes...

June 9, 2011
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Skylashtar Maryam. Often writing in various media. Living in Bandung.

Back Home

2011-06-10T02:13:00.018+07:00

By Mayoko Aiko

Here
Among the pieces of the past
Scattered in the wall of my house
And I want to fall asleep,
Although I do not fully asleep
But I'm comfortable here
In this house

Go home
And let the relief came over
Leaving cloudy and gray clouds
Port combing liver
Dim but surely!
And the little boat that was to take me!
Here:
In this house!

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Mayoko Aiko. He is a writer of short stories and novels. One of his novel is "Diantara Dua Lelaki" - Between Two Men. His latest novel in cooperation with Reni Teratai Air and Putra Gara, "Dua Sisi Susi", a historical novel background of Tunggul Ametung.

Wet

2011-06-05T01:30:00.004+07:00

By Hana Aina

This afternoon
high clouds in the sky
reminds me of sprinkling of snow
when cold pierced bone, petrified
you serve in a cloud of warmth affection
ah, the pitcher was still there
that drain into my cup of tea tasty
I waited, the sweetness back
gulped esophagus
:wet

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Hana Aina. The young girl, who loved poetry. She often wrote poems on social networking sites facebook.

Ode to Sunset

2011-05-31T13:01:00.000+07:00

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.

Freedom

2011-05-26T17:32:00.001+07:00

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.

Corpse Fuel Hoarders

2011-05-21T23:51:00.002+07:00

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.

Tailor Fate Author

2011-05-16T02:18:00.002+07:00

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.

At a time in the Temple of MA ZU

2011-05-11T23:06:00.004+07:00

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".

To All Wishes

2011-05-06T17:35:00.006+07:00

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.

Cyber Love

2011-05-01T03:08:00.002+07:00

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.

Face

2011-04-26T14:25:00.007+07:00

I saw you running
only a glimpse, somewhere
between being and not, almost no
a woman, who wants met

just a face
I did not want to remember anymore

Jakarta, 25 April 2011
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Alienation

2011-04-21T19:14:00.002+07:00

By Ira Ginda

is the understanding of autism, to find and understand, how life should be addressed, although more time can not stop stealing sly, sneak up to the pores, pierced heart that no matter memories

so I'm looking for you, among the possibilities offered by the trip, because the weather will make recalcitrant pain we are ancient with an adult swing sun,

drizzle dripping, shivering like her the most fog dew, fallen leaves wake when dawn, then we enjoy the clay as a deduction restless pain of wisdom

is the nature of silent reading time I can not feel dark and light, and then blame the fact as a justification, we get drunk and crazy and perish perfect time to laugh pierced

February 16, 2011
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Ira Ginda. Active in various arts events, his works are scattered in the social networking site. Living in Cikarang.

Seakan

2011-04-16T01:46:00.003+07:00

By Aisyah Az ZahRa

Seakan tak mengerti..
seakan tak memahami..
seakan tak dihargai..
kau seakan palsu..

16 April 2011
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Aisyah Az ZahRa. Sering menulis sajak di situs jejaring sosial.

ketika mencintai

2011-04-11T00:10:00.002+07:00

By Dian Aza

Ketika mencintai seseorang, seperti kau kucintai. Benar kau, meski tak sempurna kata, kacau balau rasa, ketika mencintai seseorang seperti kau, aku menggenggam dunia. Menjadi buta, menjadi tuli, menjadi lumpuh, akhirnya mati, menjadi abadi.

Ketika mencintai, seseorang seperti kau, mestinya aku tak punya lidah, tak punya mata, tak punya tangan. Biar tak perlu kaudengar, kaulihat, dan kaubaca. Aku memandangmu berjalan mencari bunga matahari yang kutanam di langit pagi.

Aku menunggumu datang dan berkata,”Betapa buruk caraku menulis puisi.” Ketika mencintai seseorang seperti kucintai kau, biar puisi menuliskan dirinya sendiri, aku hanya tahu mencintai*

8 April 2011
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Dian Aza. Sering menulis sajak, banyak tersebar di situs jejaring sosial facebook. Tinggal di Jakarta.

Airmata

2011-04-06T02:35:00.003+07:00

By Bening Rri

Ketika airmataku menangis,
ketika tangis tangis berbicara panjang,
terus menerus
meremas hatimu,
merebahi dadamu,
menetesi jiwamu,
lenganmu,
jari jemarimu
bahkan di atas airmatamu...
Mungkin itulah kebahagiaan,
karena tangis tangisku adalah bayangan di cermin,
adalah itu adanya,
adalah kejujuran..!

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Bening Rri. Tinggal di Sumbawa. Penyiar radio.

Wasted

2011-04-01T01:04:00.006+07:00

By Dalasari Pera

Future has arrived
Self transfer to waste
Lose increasingly fall
Peak aborted
Fall in calendar

Perverted tales dashed
Explore every inch of the corridor

Whether, where a longer
Fairy tales?
Corridor?

While singing the grief
was because the wound

It is gray about the cause
Grief was because the wound?
Injury was because the grief?

Becomes a roar that most melancholy
After a pair of eyes changing sea
Welcomes frantic deliver fear

Belawa, March 28, 2011
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Dalasari Pera. Living in Belawa, South Sulawesi. His works are widely spread social networking sites.

Negeri Sumbing

2011-03-27T03:35:00.003+07:00

By Bening Rri

Negeri tanpa kuping,
Hukumnya sumbing,
Mata keadilannya juling,
Rakyatnya tukang kapling,
Dosa-dosa bunting..!

25 Maret 2011
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Bening Rri. Tinggal di Sumbawa. Penyiar radio.

Mungkin Malaikat Tahu

2011-03-22T02:01:00.001+07:00

By Shinta Miranda

Ia tidak bosan ucapkan selamat pagi saat terbangun dari kembara semalam
Tiada mau diingat lagi dimana di atas bumi ruhnya melompat-lompat
Meski sering kali ia terlambat berangkat oleh hidupnya yang tak berharkat

Ketika hari bertambah tua lamanya , cuma satu tanyanya setiap pagi
Apakah ada pembeli sebungkus nasi hari ini untuk ia berangkat lagi
Mungkin malaikat tak pernah tahu, esok pagi ia tak akan kembali lagi ke sini

7 Maret 2011
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Shinta Miranda. Salah satu dari beberapa penyair perempuan yang menarik dan produktif. Karya-karyanya banyak ditemui di situs jejaring sosial fb. Karyanya yang lain dapat dibaca pada buku-buku antologi puisinya dengan penyair-penyair perempuan lain.

Kepada Seorang Sahabat II

2011-03-17T14:38:00.000+07:00

By Ni Nyoman Resini

Karena di dahiku tertulis sejarah yang cemerlang?
aku terlambat memahami rasa pahit yang menjalar di tenggorokanmu
mari ke pusaraku, Ni...kau menggamit bathinku, mengajakku menyusuri lorong kelam dengan sepatuku yang melelahkan
tiga puluh lima tahun engkau dimakamkan pagi bisu,tanpa peringatan apapun,selain gundukan tanah merah dan setangkai mawar ungu
Duwh,warna itu mendadak membuatku sepi paling beku
tak ada lagi adrenalin yang bergolak saat kita berdua menatap foto dengan bingkai emas itu, sungguh tak ada lagi rasa cinta saat kita berdua menatap bola mata maskulin gambar itu

tulisan di dahimu melelahkanku,dan huruf-huruf terutama di jantungmu membuatku mati beku
kemana keindahan yang sering kau lukis pada raut rembulan?
terampas malam terhempas mendung
membadai
kuingin pertemuanku denganmu menyegarkan bunga-bunga yang layu dan membuka pintu hati yang terkunci
yang pergi biarlah pergi
dia tak akan pernah kembali
sudahi perdebatan kita yang selalu berakhir ricuh
engkau dan aku hanya dua kutub yang beda sejarah

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Ni Nyoman Resini. Tinggal di lampung.

Nyali...

2011-03-12T21:54:00.001+07:00

By Ira Ginda

menuju jantung kota
ada degup yang debarnya sama

di persimpangan rambu tak menyala
pejalan bingung mengatur kakinya..

perempuan hanya berdiam di kiri
saat lelakinya telah mengubur nyali

lidah sepi menjilati knalpot kota
dengan kuasa, memainkan kartu tarotnya

anakanak terduduk lama
menunggu, dipanggil budak oleh ayahnya

mengeja kematian dulu, dengan perulangan ketidakan itu

12 Maret 2011
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Ira Ginda. Karya-karyanya yang lain dapat ditemui di situs jejaring sosial. Tinggal di Cikarang, Bekasi.

Mendung di Dermaga

2011-03-06T22:05:00.001+07:00

By Susy Ayu

di dermaga
cuma aku yang menunggumu
pada tiang kapal, angin barat dan perahu-perahu lelah
suaraku serak sempoyongan memanggil
kau tak jua datang
cuma sepi yang berjawaban
menggiring mendung

4 Maret 2011
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Susy Ayu. Karya-karyanya tersebar di berbagai media. Juga dapat ditemui situs jejaring sosial. Buku antologinya yang terbaru adalah "Merapi Gugat".

Kata sebuah Ombak

2011-03-01T21:19:00.000+07:00

seperti kata sebuah ombak
aku akan mencapai pantai itu,
tapi disana banyak limbah, sisa-sisa pabrik
kata sebuah ombak lain
aahh... kamu memang begitu
pantai itu tetap pantai,
tak perlu memikirkannya, deburkanlah ombakmu.

28 Februari 2011
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"tentang rindu"

Bau Kenangan

2011-02-24T01:41:00.001+07:00

By Pringadi Abdi Surya

Tidak seperti aku: sebuah ucapan selamat tinggal menyesatkanku
ke arah yang jauh.
Rintik gerimis, gadis berpayung, dan jejak sepeda yang kuhitung
telah membawaku pada kenangan. "Baru saja musim kemarau,"
sambil membaiat ilalang di sudut jauh yang bergoyang-goyang
ditiup angin dari seberang. Rambutku juga berkibar-kibar pelan
membayangkan masa depan antara kau dan aku.

Untuk sebuah alasan, aku perlu, agar rasa sakit ketika kata terima
kasih itu meluncur dari bibirmu. Aku diam. Kau selalu bertanya, "Ada
apa?"
dan aku menggelengkan kepala.

Musim barangkali sudah tak menentu. Gerimis barang tentu sudah
menyampaikan perasaanku. Tetapi,
sudahlah,
masih ada bau parfummu yang tertinggal di hangat sweaterku.

2010
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Pringadi Abdi Surya. Karya-karyanya dapat ditemui di berbagai media.

Rasa Itu

2011-02-19T00:47:00.002+07:00

By Ricardo Marbun

“Tadi aku ketemu cowok itu lagi, Ri..” Suri berkata begitu ceria.

Tadi di dalam kelas sangat tersiksa karena harus bisik – bisik curhat sama Wuri teman dekatnya. Menunggu bell pulang berbunyi minta ampun lamanya, mana jam terakhir bikin bete banget, siapa juga yang peduli ama segala macam... cerita – cerita jaman dulu, lagian kenapa juga pelajaran sejarah di tempatkan pas jam terakhir, siang bolong begini mulut tak terhitung menguap sampai rahang pegel rasanya buka tutup melulu.

“Kamu samperin nggak?” Wuri berjalan agak lambat di tengah gerombolan teman – temannya.

“Itulah kelebihanku, Ri. Aku tak berani menyapanya, malu tau?”

“Doi lagi ngapain waktu kamu lihat?”

Suri senyum – senyum sendiri. Tadi pagi sewaktu berangkat sekolah dia melihat cowok itu, Suri sampai lupa mau melangkah, serasa ada lem merekat erat di bawah sol sepatunya, matanya lurus memandang cowok yang diam – diam telah mencuri perhatiannya. Cowok itu sama sekali tak melihat ke arahnya. Jantung Suri berdenyut lebih kuat merambat hingga ke pipinya yang mulus. Suri hanya mampu memperhatikan kegiatan cowok itu. Dia sedang membersihkan motor, mau persiapan kuliah sepertinya. Ingin lebih lama Suri berdiri memandang dari jauh cowok itu, tapi suara langkah kaki dari dalam rumah membuyarkan keinginan itu, segera dia berjalan tanpa menoleh siapa yang keluar dari dalam rumah. Suri berjalan sambil menundukkan kepalanya dia tak punya nyali melihat lebih dekat cowok itu.

Dari depan gerbang sekolah Suri dan Wuri langsung di samperin kernet – kernet bemo, jam pulang sekolah begini halaman luar sekolah seketika berubah seperti pasar, tak jarang kernet – kernet itu hanya alasan menawarkan bemo padahal mereka punya niat lain, mau pegang – pegang nggak jelas. Untung anak – anak SMP ini pintar menghindar dari sang kernet jail.

“Terus kamu nggak lihat dia dari dekat? Gimana sih, Suri?” Wuri bertanya lagi setelah mereka duduk manis dalam bemo tujuan rumah mereka.

Suri mengelengkan kepalanya. Ikal – ikal rambutnya ikut terayun sewaktu kepalanya menggeleng. Wajah mudanya mulai memancarkan kecantikan gadis belia. Hidungnya yang bangir menyempurnakan wajahnya dengan kata cantik.

“Emang dia cakep ya? Maksud aku mirip siapa gitu?”

“Cakep Ri, wajahnya itu lo lucu banget, ngegemesin. Ada mirip seperti Raffi Ahmad, Ri..”

“Tapi kita kan masih SMP, Suri? Jauh banget ama anak kuliahan? Gimana coba?”

Suri mengamini pernyataan Wuri barusan, dia baru SMP kelas 1, sedang mahluk itu anak kulihan, tapi rasa itu pelan – pelan telah mengetuk serambi hatinya, dia sendiri tidak tahu kenapa rasa itu ada dan kapan datangnya. Yang Suri tahu rasa itu nikmat terasa memenuhi rongga dadanya.

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Ricardo Marbun. Sering menulis cerpen remaja. Karya-karyanya tersebar di beberapa media. Terakhir tampil di majalah D'Sari Edisi 16 Januari - 15 Februari 2011 dan karya-karyanya juga akan banyak ditemui pada majalah teenlit Story edisi mendatang ini.

Catatan: Mohon maaf kepada penulis, Ricardo Marbun atas koreksinya.

Kelembutan Ini

2011-02-14T20:55:00.009+07:00

By Susy Ayu

kekasih,

semoga kelembutan selalu kita jaga

sebab tak ada yang kuat selain kelembutan

dan tak ada yang lembut selain kekuatan

13 Februari 2011
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Susy Ayu. Karya-karya tersebar di berbagai media. Buku antologinya yang terbaru bersama dengan 13 penyair, "Merapi Gugat".

"Happy Valentine's Day, Teman-teman !"

negeri pluralis yang menuju keretakan

2011-02-08T20:22:00.002+07:00

By Reni Teratai Air

bukankah kita telah memilih keyakinan masing-masing
lalu kenapa kau gunakan layarmu untuk mencekik, menyumpal mulut dan menutup mata orang-orang?

lalu kenapa kau lantangkan gema mu sementara kau pecut gema orang-orang lain?

atau telah kau siapkan layarmu untuk mencekik lehermu sendiri?
malangnya kita, berlindung di ketiak seragam yang takut dengan layar

Jakarta, 8 Februari 2011
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Reni Teratai Air. Karya-karyanya dapat ditemui di media massa. Pemimpin Redaksi Majalah Remaja - Teenlit STORY.

Gong Xi Fat Chai

2011-02-03T05:12:00.000+07:00

By Josephine Maria

di luar angan adalah angin dingin
yang berjalan jauh membumbung tembang
petani tionghoa menyusur penanggalan bulan
pada musim semi dengan menggarap harap

hikayat nian datang meradang
di bawah bulan pergantian tahun
berkelebat dari satu pintu ke pintu
mengitari kealpaan suangshi

kelebat menjadi sejarah perayaan perjamuan
semaraknya kembang api memercik sepi
bergelantungan lampion tanpa spion
menghadang nian shou dalam semalam

shishi meraya menuju purnama
shishi. gong xi fat chai

"Selamat Tahun Baru Imlek"
03 Pebruari 2011
untuk saudara dan sahabatku yang merayakannya

Jakarta, 1 Februari 2011
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Josephine Maria. Tinggal di Jakarta. Karya-karyanya banyak tersebar di berbagai media.

- nian: mitos tionghoa berupa raksasa pemangsa segala
- shou: binatang (12 binatang)
- suang shi: kertas merah
- shishi: merahmerah
- gong xi fat chai: selamat dan semoga banyak rejeki (dalam bahasa mandarin)

Pangkal Sangkal

2011-01-31T22:06:00.000+07:00

By Josephine Maria

seperti kutukan, sepotong kelamin menikam malam
di lembah rerimbunan kupukupu membentuk oase
memajang molek sepanjang tebing, elok bertaut aurat

ranah yang liar telah membentuk benih aksaraku
yang tercampak dari kitab, mungkin milik para biara
bergelinjangan dalam desahan pasi masturbasi

alpa
aku acap mendengar bibir berkata mengapa
setelah nafsu bersanding kekal dengan kelamin
menjerit dalam sadar dari atas ranjang kawin

lesap
seketika benih dibekukan sperma saat meresap
aku terjaga , takkala orangorang serempak melayat
sembari membungkus kelamin dengan taurat

kupu lembah cukup memandang dari tebing
di kegelapan, semata mata memanjat mimpi
setelah airmatanya terusap oleh pangkal paha

Jakarta, 25 Januari 2011
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Josephine Maria. Karya-karyanya banyak tersebar di berbagai media. Situs blognya dapat di akses di http://joseceritajose.wordpress.com atau karyanya di oase.kompas.com

Hujan

2011-01-26T23:21:00.000+07:00

By Desiana Siregar

Hujan bagaikan tangisan langit di kaki bumi
Tetesan air yang jatuh semakin deras dari langit membasahi bumi
Aku meringkuk kedinginan di tengah derasnya hujan
Dan bumiku kini sebagian telah banjir

26 Januari 2011
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Desiana Siregar. Tinggal di Batam.

Kamu...

2011-01-21T13:04:00.001+07:00

By August Suhardono

Aku selalu memikirkan dirimu. Walau kita sudah jarang bertemu, selalu tak ada kesempatan untuk itu.
Hari-hariku selalu membiru, bukan karena aku sedih, bukan.
Tetapi tak ada kesempatan bertemu, kamu

20 januari 2010
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August Suhardono. Karyawan swasta. Tinggal di Kebayoran Baru. Jakarta Selatan.

sejumput kalimat

2011-01-16T23:16:00.001+07:00

By Febby Sahla

aku datang menemu hadirmu dengan sederhana, jadi biarkanlah aku merajah tiap sisi raga bernama rasa dengan pisau cinta dan sayatan sayang dengan perlahan tanpa menanggalkan beban dan kehampaan... rasakanlah perihnya dengan segenap perasaan karena dari setiap tetes darah yang menyerta ku resapkan segenap rasa meski tak sempurna dan hanya sederhana saja, aku dan segalaku sedang menyertamu

16 desember 2010
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Febby Sahla. Karya-karyanya sangat lembut. Sering menulis di situs jejaring, tinggal di Semarang.

bahumu...

2011-01-11T01:15:00.001+07:00

ijinkan aku mengatakan sesuatu
ini sensitif
rambutmu sebaiknya digulung ke belakang
tak baik tergerai begitu

seandainya orang tahu
apakah kita, bercinta
tidak
bukan itu

bahumu, oohh...
batas antara kebutuhan lelaki
dan pikiranku

senang rasanya
melihatmu berambut pendek seperti itu,
senyumku

Jakarta, awal Januari 2011
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Ketika Kamu Pergi

2011-01-05T23:45:00.001+07:00

Ketika kamu pergi,
Aku selalu sedih, memang
Kamu selalu pergi, bila kembali

Kamu selalu pergi
Memang kamu kembali, sebentar
Pergi lagi ke tempat yang jauh dimana aku selalu memikirkannya

Di Penghujung Musim

2010-12-30T22:32:00.000+07:00

By Ni Nyoman Resini

selalu saja rindu
terlambat bersenandung
pada sela alismu
yang menyimpan mendung

selalu saja rindu
letih memburu
ketika kisah hampir usai kau liris
pada setiap gerimis

aroma tanah dihujan telah kau simpan
pada tepi danau kau tambatkan sampan
dipenghujung musim
digigil dingin
sampai kapan
mencumbu bayangan??

selalu saja rindu
serupa jubah biru
berkelebat disetia...

3 Desember 2010
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Ni Nyoman Resini. Menjadi guru SD di Bandar Lampung sejak 1997. Berasal dari Singaraja, Bali.

cinta tak kenal paripurna

2010-12-22T11:37:00.000+07:00

By Ardi Nugroho

aroma melati di rambutmu menyambut kedatanganku, selalu
dan, pilar jati teras rumah kita mengingatkanku akan kekuatan dan keabadian cintamu
dengan irama yang menyejukkan sekaligus rasa yang menghangatkan

saat rembulan nanar dan awan gelap berarak, aku nyaman sembunyi di dadamu
sembari berdoa agar tak terjamah gemuruh guntur dan gemeretak halilintar
yang menyambar nyambar

semalam, kulihat kacamatamu tergeletak di meja baca
mengeja namaku berulang kali
menerbangkan firmanNya tanpa henti

dan, di atas tikar pandan kulihat sajadahmu masih tergelar
menungguku basahi kepala dengan air matamu
yang menempel di situ

Sidoarjo, 21 Desember 2010
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SELAMAT HARI IBU untuk para Ibu, yang selalu mendoakan anak-anaknya tanpa mengenal paripurna!

Ardi Nugroho. Karya-karyanya yang lain dapat ditemui pada situs blog lapakata.blogspot.com. Tinggal di Surabaya.

Indonesia Menang Lagi

2010-12-16T23:06:00.003+07:00

Seandainya Piala AFF 2010 itu Piala Dunia
Ijinkan aku berandai-andai
Indonesia menang lagi

Lawan-lawannya Brazil
Lawan-lawannya Spanyol, Belanda dan Jerman
Indonesia menang lagi

Seandainya...
Selamat yaa...
Indonesia pun menang lagi

15 Desember 2010
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Terkait:
1. Kicauan Selebriti Sambut Kemenangan Tim Garuda
2. Meski Kalah, Azkals Kalahkan Garuda di Twitter

entah

2010-12-12T22:15:00.007+07:00

By Ratnasari Amalia Soeharto

: buat-mu yang selalu melayang

bukan aku yang meminta
tapi engkau yang menawarkan

bukan aku yang menghiba
tapi engkau yang meyakinkan

dan kini?
entah...

5 Desember 2010
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Ratnasari Amalia Soeharto. Karya-karyanya bisa ditemui pada situs jejaring sosial. Tinggal di Yogyakarta.

Rambutmu...

2010-12-05T14:14:00.001+07:00

di temaram cahaya
rembulan menyapa
rambutmu tertiup angin

Percintaan Sederhana

2010-11-30T23:19:00.000+07:00

By Lubis Grafura

kita tak saling bergandeng tangan
saat melewati penyeberangan
langit pun tak berbintang, tak berbulan
hanya lampu di sepanjang jalan
beserta papan-papan iklan
cukup sudah hatiku kau tawan

Kediri 2010
-----------------------------------------

Lubis Grafura. Pengelola blog lubisgrafura.wordpress.com dan smkdalamjurnal.wordpress.com
Guru SMKN 1 Nglegok. Mahasiswa Pascasarjana Universitas Negeri Malang
Juara I Menulis Sajak Rosulullah dari IRIB IRAN(2007)
Mendapatkan penghargaan cerpenis dari Menpora (2005)
Bukunya: Buku Pintar Iklan Baris (2010),
Antologi puisi Ponari For President (2009),
Antologi Puisi Kenyataan dan Kemayaan (Fordisastra, (2009),
Antologi Cerpen Ketawang Puspawarna (2009), dan
Pledoi Sastra Malang (2009)
Karyanya tersebar di Suara Pembaruan, Jawa Pos, Seputar Indonesia, Malang Pos, Surya, Jurnal Kreativa Jogja, Majalah Media, dsb.

(Sumber oase.kompas.com, 16 November 2010)

Rindumu

2010-11-23T23:05:00.009+07:00

By Djuwarsih Mukhlisin

Tak biasa saja
Suaramu masuk lewat lubang langitlangit rumah tempat tikus biasa berlalu lalang
Katamu :
“Aku rindu…
Sudah kukirim kabarnya dari sebulan lalu, melalui surat terbuka yang ku lempar tepat di beranda
Tapi tak ada balasan..”

Hmm, sadarkah
Angin mati waktu itu
Suratmu tak sampai di kamarku
Mungkin saja dia terserak dan tersapu oleh emakku
Yang rajin membersihkan halaman tiap pagi

Rindumu tinggal sebaris
Yang teriris-iris tersisa selapis
Terkucur di atas teritis
Tapi melubangi hatiku dengan sadis

Rindumu tak pantas diumbar
Juga jangan tersebar menjadi aib dan kabar
Simpan saja dalam dadamu yang berdebar
Jangan sampai ada yang mendatangimu dan dengan gagah pipimu ditampar
Atau kau datangi aku
Tanpa harus kau rebut selimut hangatku diamdiam
Sanggupkah ??

Tangerang, 30 Juli 2010
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Djuwarsih Mukhlisin. Sering menulis sajak di situs-situs jejaring pertemanan. Sajak-sajaknya selalu bernada lembut.

Salam Sedalam Doa

2010-11-17T02:44:00.001+07:00

By Kembara Gelungan Hitam

malam separuh lantai masjid berpeluh
ketika gema takbir beradu bertalutalu

menjinakkan hari ketujuhbelas november ini
...yang tepat dengan penanggalan bulan haji

mengingatkan jiwajiwa pengelana
sebab dunia sementara
tanpa apapa yang dibawa
menuju muasal segalanya

maaf jika tutur kata tak pada tempat di hatimu hingga sebabkan luka, kesempurnaan hanya milik hakekat
selamat ied adha
salam sedalam doa

16 November 2010
-----------------------------------------

Kembara Gelungan Hitam. Bukan nama sebenarnya, penyair yang aktif, karya-karyanya banyak ditemui pada situs jejaring sosial facebook.

Ajal

2010-11-03T02:24:00.003+07:00

By Irfan Firnanda

:Merapi

Embun mencaduk cahaya
Kala sungai mengering di atas gunung
Angin masih berhembus
Memadamkan bara api
Denting itu air mata Mikail mengalir
Seperti hujan menenangkan asap
Mengantar debu manusia menuju Darul Qarar*

*:surga ke delapan, surga yang terbuat dari emas merah

31 Oktober 2010
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Irfan Firnanda. Sering menulis sajak dan memiliki gaya yang khas, karya-karyanya dapat ditemui pada situs jejaring sosial.

Cium Aku

2010-10-28T01:35:00.001+07:00

By Weni Suryandari

Cium aku lewat bibir bulan
Yang kau kirim
Jatuh di keningku

Oktober 2010
-----------------------------------------------

Weni Suryandari. Penyair perempuan, ibu rumah tangga dan seorang guru. Tinggal di Bekasi. Karya-karyanya yang lain dapat ditemukan di bLog http://wenispurnama.wordpress.com

Cinta dan Sakit

2010-10-23T23:22:00.002+07:00

By Susy Ayu

Jika mencintai hingga menyakitkan
tak ada lagi rasa sakit
kecuali cinta itu sendiri

Jika terus menyakiti karena mencintai
bukan lagi namanya cinta
melainkan sakit jiwa

(terinspirasi oleh Mother Teresa)

21 Oktober 2010
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Susy Ayu. Penyair perempuan yang kreatif. Karya-karyanya yang lain dapat ditemui di berbagai media, termasuk situs jejaring sosial. Tinggal di Jakarta.

Orang Ketiga

2010-10-17T00:03:00.006+07:00

By Kurniawan Junaedhie

Ketika kita hanya berdua

Selalu hadir pihak ketiga

Yakni setan iblis

2010
----------------------------

Kurniawan Junaedhie. Karya-karyanya sering ditemui di media lain dan situs pertemanan. Saat ini tinggal di Singapore.

Teduh

2010-10-12T03:34:00.000+07:00

By Tati Sukartiningsih

Hi
Tatapan matamu teduh
Membuat hati bertanya
Buat aku? Atau buat teman sebelah
Teduh matamu
Duh masih menyisakan ingatan.. Mengapa mengapa... Pikirku tak beranjak dari matamu..
Esok mata teduhmu
Kan kubuat senyum

11 Oktober 2010
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Tati Sukartiningsih. Sering menulis sajak di situs pertemanan. Tinggal di Jakarta.

Jalan Tol

2010-10-06T22:38:00.000+07:00

By Boedi Ismanto

banyak jalan menuju roma
hanya satu jalan menuju sorga

jalan tol - lurus saja

Yogyakarta, 2010
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Boedi Ismanto. Sering menulis sajak. Tinggal di Yogyakarta.

Dalam Duka, Kami Bangkit

2010-09-29T23:17:00.002+07:00

Note: Puisi ini dibuat oleh Presiden Yudhoyono (SBY) dalam rangka mengenang setahun musibah gempa berkekuatan 7,9 skala Richter yang melanda Kota Padang dan kota-kota lainnya di Sumatera Barat, tanggal 30 September 2009 lalu.

-----------------

By Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono

Tanah Minang pernah terguncang di senja gulita
oleh bencana yang tak terduga
Kuingat jerit dan tangis
membelah sudut-sudut kota dalam kelam dan duka
Di bumi ini, ribuan anak negeri
tiba-tiba pergi ke Hadirat Illahi

Di kota ini
Ratusan syuhada berpulang ke alam baka atas takdir Yang Maha Kuasa
Ya Allah, meski hati kami tergores lara mengenang mereka yang kucinta
Kami bersujud dalam tawakkal ikhlas menerima cobaan

Tetapi, Ya Robbana kami tak pernah menyerah dalam pasrah
dan bukankah dalam musibah selalu ada berkah
yang menuntun kami terus berkarya dan beribadah.
Kami semua telah bangkit dengan tekad dan cita-cita

untuk membangun kota ini
memajukan negeri kami

dalam cahaya iman dan rahmatMu

29 September 2010
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Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono. Presiden RI.

(Diolah dari situs portal kompas.com, 29 September 2010, Foto google.com)

Gerangan

2010-09-22T22:52:00.001+07:00

By Josephine Maria

Bagaimana aku bisa memelukmu
tubuh tak berupa
zat tak beraroma
menyeruhmu seyakinyakinnya
memilah antara surga dan neraka

Meyakinimu kian meragu
keadilan menimpang
noktah tanya seumur hidup
bangsawan mengelukmu
jelata merintih mengais
rasamu di antara tawa dan tangis

Kian meresah
jika kau berada sebagai pendosa
maka karma tak habis meliang
jika kau sebagai pensuci
mengapa dosa masih tergauli
apa kau yang berada di antara hidup dan mati?

Aku bertanya pada gerangan yang entah itu...

22 September 2010
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Josephine Maria. Penulis yang imajinatif, karya-karyanya sering menggugat permasalahan sosial dan sekitar. Tinggal di Jakarta.
Karya-karyanya yang lain dapat ditemui pada situs blog http://joseceritajose.wordpress.com/, http://josephinemaria.wordpress.com/, http://ranahaksara.wordpress.com/

bulan di langit barat daya

2010-09-16T00:02:00.000+07:00

By Febby Sahla

meski kuncup wujud terkantup awan redup
tetap ku sungging senyum ranum enggan terkulum
mungkin bentang langit kita sama
tapi kaki berjejak berbeda letak
hanya sirat ketika ku lihat bulan di barat daya
mungkin bahasalah yang akhirnya tersurat sama
tentang larik rindu berderik serupa nyanyian jangkrik
:
aku dan kamu

15 September 2010
--------------------------------------------------

Febby Sahla. Sering menulis sajak. Tinggal di Semarang.

Maaf...

2010-09-11T02:14:00.002+07:00

By Rachma Al Isna

waktu datang dan pergi
menyisakan apa yang terlakoni...
baik dan buruk adalah sinergi yang bersebelahan,
tapi pelengkap atas keadaan yang tak bisa dibantah...

istiqamah adalah keharusan untuk kebaikan dan maaf adalah keharusan untuk kesalahan...
menyimpan salah adalah kebusukan hati dan saling memaafkan adalah jiwa perbedaan yang menyatukan...

'Met Lebaran, Maaf atas semua kata dan sikap...
Minal aidin waLFaidzin...

10 September 2010
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Rachma Al Isna. Suka menulis sajak pada situs-situs jejaring sosial. Tinggal di Mamuju, Sulawesi Selatan.

hampa

2010-09-03T00:57:00.000+07:00

By Sutriya Ningsih

kegelisahan adalah pertanyaan yang belum terjawab.....!
pertanyaan adalah tidak menerimaan jiwa pada apa yang ada..?
ketika semua hadir di depan mata...
langit sembab seolah hujan akan tiba...??

dan rembulanpun sembunyi di balik awan...??
tak sisakan bintang tuk sapa bunga di taman...
atau sekedar melirik kicau burung di dahan...
wahai .......?

pejamkanlah sejenak jiwa.....
resapi semua masa dan tersenyumlah.....???
@-@...

2 September 2010
-----------------------------------------------

Sutriya Ningsih. Mahasiswa Jurusan Ekonomi UTIRA IBEK, Jakarta. Bekerja di sebuah perusahaan di Jakarta Utara.

Menempuh Jazirah Cintamu

2010-08-27T00:29:00.000+07:00

By Kurnia Effendi

Bulan serupa telur dadar
Cahayanya merakit doa
Iman tipis dan ingar-bingar
Niscaya sulit terluput goda

(Tersurat melalui almanak: bulan nyaris bundar serupa telur dadar
Dari pendar cahayanya yang lembut, kita merakit doa
Iman kian tipis dan sekadar, di tengah surga dunia nan ingar-bingar
Berani bertaruh, niscaya sulit berpaling dan menghindar agar terluput seribu goda)

Pantai kecil di pulau gaduh
Kelapa santan tangkai pelepah
Nil mengantarmu pada musuh
Kelak terkubur Laut Merah

(Pantai kecil di hamparan pulau yang berisik dan gaduh
Bebatang kelapa, buah santan di antara tangkai-tangkai pelepah
Bercerita angin tentang Sungai Nil yang mengantarmu kepada musuh
Untuk kelak tinggalkan tuhan tiran di belahan Laut Merah)

Pasar kembang embuskan wangi
Merebus sirih tiga lembar
Tak lekang menyesali diri
Terhapus perih cinta memar

(Pasar kembang mengembuskan wangi, kenanga dan melati
Sang perawi sibuk merebus sirih, tiga lembar serupa cadar
Rasanya tak kunjung lekang aku menyesali diri
Hingga terhapus perih luka dari cinta yang memar)

24 Agustus 2010
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Kurnia Effendi. Penulis yang kreatif dengan gaya. Banyak karyanya ditemui di situs jejaring sosial facebook dan situs bLog-nya di http://sepanjangbraga.blogspot.com.

tak ada puisi paling indah, selainmu

2010-08-22T02:38:00.000+07:00

By Sinar Bintang

mata

tangan

kaki

juga tubuhmu

....ialah puisi terindahku

17 Agustus 2010
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Sinar Bintang. Sering menulis sajak di situs pertemanan facebook.

Merdeka? 17 Agustus

2010-08-17T01:50:00.003+07:00

By Josephine Maria

mengenang negeri ini merdeka
yang tercatatkan sejarah tempo dulu
kemerdekaan negeri, bangsa yang berdaulat
perjuangan pribumi bukan demi pribadi

mengenang ulang negeri ini merdeka?
air mata di sana di sini tanya tiada sanggahan
berani berseru bangsa ini MERDEKA ?

veteran digilas
korban tabung gas
lumpur panas meleleh
sapu gubukgubuk kumuh

sekolah terbeli
bocah gantung diri
perut kembung buncit
harga melambung asupan diirit

lalu kini kita mengenang ulang negeri ini merdeka?
air mata di sana di sini tanya tiada sanggahan
berani berseru bangsa ini MERDEKA ?

mulut penuh mengunyah sumpalan berbilang
biar si miskin basah ceruk sembab yang hingga kini
masih menggenang inilah adil, itulah sejahtera. memang
lalu ditaburnya roncean bebunga sambut hut kemerdekaan
katanya peringati kemerdekaan

o.. piawainya trampil dalih sang penguasa
menghening kenang upacara kemerdekaan ?
coba lahirkan sejarah sebatas bacaan dan orasi kosong
baca cukup dengan mata dan mulut bukan hati
hati hanya milik manusia. ini boneka kayu kaku kemayu
mustahil memiliki hati.. M E M E R D E K A K A N

17 Agustus 2010
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Josephine Maria. Penulis yang produktif dan memiliki gaya yang unik. Sajak dan karya2nya yang lain dapat ditemui antara lain pada situs blog http://josephinemaria.wordpress.com, http://ranahaksara.wordpress.com dan http://joseceritajose.wordpress.com .

maafkan

2010-08-09T13:03:00.000+07:00

By Amalia Soeharto

maafkan jika aku
harus membagi cintaku
tidak saja buatmu
tapi juga buat mereka
sahabat rimbaku

sebab aku tahu
kamu dan mereka
suka akan keheningan
suka akan kedamaian
suka akan kejernihan hati

3 Mei 2010
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Amalia Soeharto. Karya-karyanya yang lain dapat dijumpai pada situs jejaring sosial facebook.

bila...

2010-08-02T00:42:00.000+07:00

By Febby Sahla

bila kelak waktu meniupku bersama bayu, mungkin hanya rasa trimakasih tiada terkira atas smua lembarlembar larikan kaya makna yang tersisa bersama kelu...

aku membahasakan mu seperti dedaunan,
menyejukkan...
penuh kenyamanan...
terselubung sgala kebaikan...
dan tulus tak terkatakan...

bila waktu menjelujur langkahku
menyimpanku lagi dalam keliman mimpi
engkau adalah babak tak terganti
akan selalu terbingkai disini,
dikedalaman sanubari
terkafani dengan kenangan hati
dan mungkin bersamaku hingga raga tertimbun nan

7 Juli 2010
-------------------------------------------

Febby Sahla. Tinggal di Semarang.

jejak kopi di bibirmu

2010-07-26T21:48:00.000+07:00

By Dian Aza

Seperti lidah yang menjulur dari ruang di luar jendela, membasahi pahit bibir. Aku bertanya apakah saat ini waktu telah bersepakat mengikat kata. Waktu yang pernah menceraikan kalimatkalimatku dari paragrafmu. Hatiku sudah padang rumput, menunggumu jadi angin, bermainmain dengan ilalang di mataku. Aku merasa senja itu sembunyi di balik bukit, menunggu abaaba langit untuk membacakan sajak bagi bibirbibir pahit dan kering. Hangat dan hitam seperti bergelasgelas kopi di warungwarung sepanjang jalan, menunggu bibirbibir pahit dan kering untuk diusap pula. Lampulampu kota merayuku agar melupakan senja di bahumu. Tapi lidah yang menjulur dari balik jendela itu terusmenerus memohon waktu menunggumu. Bibirku harum dan manis, penuh jejak kopi*

26 Juli 2010
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Dian Aza. Sering menulis sajak di situs pertemanan. Tinggal di Malang.