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.
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 25, 2011
Midwinter
By Tomas Tranströmer
A blue light
radiates from my clothing.
Midwinter.
Clattering tambourines of ice.
I close my eyes.
There is a silent world
there is a crack
where the dead
are smuggled across the border.
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(Source Barbara Chai, wsj blog, wsj.com)
Tomas Tranströmer. Born in Stockholm in 1931. He is Scandinavia’s preeminent poet. Tranströmer is the recipient of the 2011 Nobel Prize for Literature. His other honors and awards include the Aftonbladets Literary Prize, the Bonnier Award for Poetry, the Neustadt International Prize for Literature, the Oevralids Prize, the Petrach Prize in Germany, and the Swedish Award from International Poetry Forum.
A blue light
radiates from my clothing.
Midwinter.
Clattering tambourines of ice.
I close my eyes.
There is a silent world
there is a crack
where the dead
are smuggled across the border.
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(Source Barbara Chai, wsj blog, wsj.com)
Tomas Tranströmer. Born in Stockholm in 1931. He is Scandinavia’s preeminent poet. Tranströmer is the recipient of the 2011 Nobel Prize for Literature. His other honors and awards include the Aftonbladets Literary Prize, the Bonnier Award for Poetry, the Neustadt International Prize for Literature, the Oevralids Prize, the Petrach Prize in Germany, and the Swedish Award from International Poetry Forum.
Oct 20, 2011
At the Tip of the Tongue
By Ramoun Apta
at the tip of the tongue there is a sentence
would manifests a language
but the new sentence, still too naive
felt not enough age for brings delivery of meaning
sentence must be returned to the uvula
and nurtured to be more mature joke
Padang, 2011
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Ramoun Apta. Sungai Binjai born Poet, Muara Bungo, Jambi, October 26, 1991. Student of Sastra Indonesia, Andalas University, Padang.
(Source Kompas Minggu, October 16, 2011)
at the tip of the tongue there is a sentence
would manifests a language
but the new sentence, still too naive
felt not enough age for brings delivery of meaning
sentence must be returned to the uvula
and nurtured to be more mature joke
Padang, 2011
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Ramoun Apta. Sungai Binjai born Poet, Muara Bungo, Jambi, October 26, 1991. Student of Sastra Indonesia, Andalas University, Padang.
(Source Kompas Minggu, October 16, 2011)
Oct 10, 2011
Night Elegy
By Wild Dove
Sky,
when was a sense of despair without cutting into time?
When you find the wind to speak on the shutters down,
I was waiting for a touch of your present
Mock me to the dusk numbers
I feel your present
Shadow,
make love in the array of my ego
Don’t strip me in the open dark taste
I gave up on the wides chest
Let me love you through the steps doings,
because it can only give ran with seeds embedded reins
I love you,
lustful
thousands of taste,
millions rhythm
Struggle in my taste
September 24, 2011
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Wild Dove. Female poet, lived in Jakarta.
Sky,
when was a sense of despair without cutting into time?
When you find the wind to speak on the shutters down,
I was waiting for a touch of your present
Mock me to the dusk numbers
I feel your present
Shadow,
make love in the array of my ego
Don’t strip me in the open dark taste
I gave up on the wides chest
Let me love you through the steps doings,
because it can only give ran with seeds embedded reins
I love you,
lustful
thousands of taste,
millions rhythm
Struggle in my taste
September 24, 2011
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Wild Dove. Female poet, lived in Jakarta.
Oct 5, 2011
Long Drought
By Alex Putra Siosar
Rain had been not down to the water
The well dry give deep echoes
However, fields full of water in turmoil
Toad frog was happily singing
Eels dancing with dance drunk
Rice looks to soft bow
Waiting for the sky struck the heart water tidal
Waiting for burning drought withered
Be a lantern in the chaos page
Drought is still a long ...
Bukit Lawang, August 2011
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Alex Putra Siosar. The poets, live in Bukit Lawang, Langkat, North Sumatra.
Rain had been not down to the water
The well dry give deep echoes
However, fields full of water in turmoil
Toad frog was happily singing
Eels dancing with dance drunk
Rice looks to soft bow
Waiting for the sky struck the heart water tidal
Waiting for burning drought withered
Be a lantern in the chaos page
Drought is still a long ...
Bukit Lawang, August 2011
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Alex Putra Siosar. The poets, live in Bukit Lawang, Langkat, North Sumatra.
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