rain this time

By Olan Sanseviera

rain this time bringing my creeps on
the streets were flooded.
vehicle queues extending hinted
the rain drops has spawned
thousands of sad faces filled
anxiety.

2014

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Olan Sanseviera. Lives in Cilodong, West Java, Indonesia.

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"

Sketch without Ink

By Augustinus Abraham

I open the rice hood
there is a screams hungry echoed
then I closed again

I open the fridge
no demonstrators sounds tearing capitalist brands
then I closed again

I turn on the tv
there is an artists and photo model fuck by the politicians
then I turn off the tv

I went outside the home
watching the concrete muscles of the capital city arm wrestling
ignoring the inconsequential leader's speech

:then I burn another cigarette

Rawamangun, May 12, 2011
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Agustinus Abraham. Lives in Jakarta.

Silence

By Indy Maya Prameswari

He has been around the ocean
Successive sailing paper boats crowded
Although the waves rolled and scratched
Not at all he faded
Several times the fishermen say 'hello'
Net sulking as if to seduce his home
But he remained silent, silent
Because he just wanted to wander the ocean
In order to recognize the universe
That he was the strongest

Kenjeran, September 27, 2012
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Indy Maya Prameswari. Lives in Surabaya.

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.

The Last of October

By Ratih Ayu

The more lights up and up...
hit the self can not stand.
Last week of October.
Bang calling.
I still blinked my eyes.
The world was too quiet, not wanting
looking for loopholes
where the voices of tired
peeking around the horizon.

October 25, 2011
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Ratih Ayu. A student, lives in Jakarta.

At a time in the Temple of MA ZU

By Susy Ayu

561 years of immortality
My love strong pervasive
The oldest temple in teak pole
upright facing the sky the land of Java

When the wind was restless face
I have entrusted us the names of
in the procession golden kio
gracefully through the gates of Ma Zu

Lasem, April 2011
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Susy Ayu. Female poet, her books can be obtained at various bookstores, the last "Merapi Gugat".