Plasmatorium Longing

By Ribut Achwandi

cutting the lush misses
I sent sms to news
ah, how short distant past
but my room remain within
awake here
growing longing again
in front of the plasma screen
full staring at your face
stored behind the machine
space and time passer

July 21, 2013
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Ribut Achwandi. Lives in Pekalongan.

Kala Bendu

By Regi Sastra Sena

In this country...
On dry land, a bird pecked the rocks
Turns up to be fired

In this country...
On dry land, a fish swimming in the sand
Until sahara into ocean

Denpasar, May 1, 2013
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Regi Sastra Sena. Lives in Denpasar.

Silence

By Indy Maya Prameswari

He has been around the ocean
Successive sailing paper boats crowded
Although the waves rolled and scratched
Not at all he faded
Several times the fishermen say 'hello'
Net sulking as if to seduce his home
But he remained silent, silent
Because he just wanted to wander the ocean
In order to recognize the universe
That he was the strongest

Kenjeran, September 27, 2012
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Indy Maya Prameswari. Lives in Surabaya.

On My Present

By Melly Syafiie

I was just there when you call Me,
I bring a sense of when you tasted Me,
I am with no limits of space and time..

I got into the silence,
speechless, I understand you,

about Me,
ask at your heart,
the lump holy,
which emit light of virtue,
because that's where I was on the throne..

July 3, 2012

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Melly Syafiie. Living in Jakarta.

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 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.

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.








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