A Sonnet of Irony

By Rbe Pramono

I breathe thy breath and sip the wine of thy lips
the flow of pain from vein then slowly drains
for love and ecstasy the wounds do slain
to roof of feelings all the memory leaps
with needled pebbled way the path does bend
leaving all the wishes to pieces to crack
and our whole world into the deepest vault to pack
a sign, the sand castle we build suddenly ends
the drops of rain bring us to the darkest chamber of mist
and thus chilled the hills with dust of flames
when I sip thy lips and drown so deep
so let us fly and get our souls twist
be the clouds with joyous grief playing the games
a flash of ages we save before we sleep

May 29th, 2012
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Rbe Pramono. A poet, lives in Yogyakarta.

Ayana Umbrella

By Evi Manalu

The wind carried the song twilight
licking scented torches in the distance the day
heart pounding blend

The wind comes again
This time a rain storm
no greeted
no shaking

Under the Ayana umbrella
there are steps that had agitated
Under the Ayana umbrella
There is a step further restless

April 27, 2012
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Evi Manalu. Lives in Jakarta.

Battle Love Serenade /9/

By Wild Dove

/9/

completed or completed are asking
submit to the prince of the night
gloom dissipates hatred smeared dowry
this is not enough to bind to the altar with a necklace
hell

i do not want to finish this vengeful longing

March 24, 2012
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Wild Dove. A woman poet, lives in Jakarta.

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.