I Did Not Hear

By Boedi Ismanto SA

I did not hear
a lot of people crying in the night
time. but once
the morning arrived
you were even able to see
tears falling
on the phone or screen

March 9, 2013
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Boedi Ismanto SA. The poets.

*1 - one poem of 1000 poem in "1000 POETRY FOR THE SKY"

swash

By Evi Manalu

You
I

Boating with longing
melancholy lapping
in the pounding roar but dumb

The moon sneaked unable to meet
With what he got
bolster the shoulder

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Evi Manalu. Lives in Jakarta.

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.

Flamboyant Collapses

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.

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.

my eye tears

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.