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.
The collection of Note's from me and all of my friends... and Whoever.... That's it.....
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 25, 2011
Light
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
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
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.
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.
Jul 20, 2011
Yesterday
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.
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.
Jul 15, 2011
In a City
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
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
Jul 10, 2011
back to this red light
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 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.
Jul 5, 2011
There Animals At Your Tongue
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.
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.
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