Battle Love Serenade /8/

By Wild Dove

/8/

Tired really been toying with age in the clutch
challenged the sky above the navel are struggling more powerful
male superiority over the remaining colors
My feeling is like prying eyes and then I smoke two seeds
to dry

My step was no longer possible to recognize sense

March 22, 2012
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Wild Dove. A woman poet, lives in Jakarta.

Small street boys

By Rbe Pramono

Husky have small feet
on the thorny road
sting of the sun on the earth's crust
blisters are no longer bold
you're running, the sweat turns climbing
squeaking wheels
Earth grimaced sore
country so far
vague angel with folded arms

Merapi, March 10, 2012
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Rbe Pramono. A poet, lives in Yogyakarta.

'Return..'

By Melly Syafiie

Tired when hit,
troubled that none brings endless..
My soul longs to find dusk..
For the sake of the burden of care rested..
For a moment, the pace..
Just to break my destiny..

I just want to..
'Return..'

*nocturnal..

Jakarta, 2012
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Melly Syafiie. Lives in Jakarta.

So..

By Melly Syafiie

Let me grow as myself,
love..

Let me glow as the sun,
Let me as the scent of jasmine,
Let me rise as doves,

Until..
I can see
able to interpret,
the other side of a path of life..
...
..

Jakarta, 2012
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Melly Syafiie. Lives in Jakarta.

Permission

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

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

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.