By Abe DF
I saw him standing
Under the proclamation figure sculpture
Cremate himself a hero without meaning
As black mesh surrounded the city
The birds are reluctant to perch
In the branches of a dead faint canary
: Does the wind not being touched your heart?
February 28, 2013
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Abe DF. Living in Jakarta.
Showing posts with label faithfull. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faithfull. Show all posts
Mar 5, 2013
Dec 10, 2011
Male Infertility Prayer
By Senja Di Kintamani
not just a friday night
myriads of similar mucus tadpole, spurting
dashed into the canal generation
slightly different from urine
Lord, show the power countless in number of pray verse reinforced trip mucus ovum fertilize
forms zygote, turned into an embryo
Lord, please give an answer
if this part of the plan, after
I'll be there a perfect man?
without a baby in women carrying
Dien Makmur, Majenang, 2011
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Senja Di Kintamani. Lives in Majenang, West Java.
not just a friday night
myriads of similar mucus tadpole, spurting
dashed into the canal generation
slightly different from urine
Lord, show the power countless in number of pray verse reinforced trip mucus ovum fertilize
forms zygote, turned into an embryo
Lord, please give an answer
if this part of the plan, after
I'll be there a perfect man?
without a baby in women carrying
Dien Makmur, Majenang, 2011
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Senja Di Kintamani. Lives in Majenang, West Java.
back home
By Febby Sahla
I'm not up on the detection of wind rattling rhythm playing.
I'm here, on the rock... staring at the horizon without
boundaries letting the wind slapped my face repeatedly, enjoying warm sun unites the deepest recesses of the soul
and the waves gently caressing my toes.
I'm here.
above the towering reef.
and certainly missed being home.
December 2, 2011
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Febby Sahla. Often writes on social networking sites. Lives in Semarang.
I'm not up on the detection of wind rattling rhythm playing.
I'm here, on the rock... staring at the horizon without
boundaries letting the wind slapped my face repeatedly, enjoying warm sun unites the deepest recesses of the soul
and the waves gently caressing my toes.
I think nothing...
I let it all sink arise following an endless poem of life.
yes, the occasional ripple breaking my reverie. but sometimes
the vortex was like a stunt that serves delicious beauty.
I'm here.
above the towering reef.
and certainly missed being home.
December 2, 2011
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Febby Sahla. Often writes on social networking sites. Lives in Semarang.
Oct 30, 2011
Flamboyant Collapses
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.
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.
Sep 15, 2011
Heaven's Fishing
By Dewi Maharani
in his eyes
sun outage
in my eyes
roared the beach
do not give us the net
we do not want to fall all the inhabitants of the sea
then with their curses
thereby making our stomachs distended
give us that hook
for fishing heaven’s peak
reignite Your sun
calm beach hearts
in the essential sincerity...
Bogor, August 21, 2011
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Dewi Maharani. The female poet, her works are scattered in various media, such as Kompas Oase and the social media networking. Living in Bogor. Her blog can be found in http://poemscafebydm.blogspot.com/
in his eyes
sun outage
in my eyes
roared the beach
do not give us the net
we do not want to fall all the inhabitants of the sea
then with their curses
thereby making our stomachs distended
give us that hook
for fishing heaven’s peak
reignite Your sun
calm beach hearts
in the essential sincerity...
Bogor, August 21, 2011
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Dewi Maharani. The female poet, her works are scattered in various media, such as Kompas Oase and the social media networking. Living in Bogor. Her blog can be found in http://poemscafebydm.blogspot.com/
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.
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