Memories

By De Fear Destiny

Time may make us forget something previous days
But the least we do not want to forget the past
The day passed
Make us pass the time with a new sheet
Which then become the memories that could foster a new spirit

Memories are memories
Sweet memories too beautiful to be remembered
Bitter memories too hard to forget
Bitter and sweet memories That's a lesson

If yesterday was a memorable
So today is the challenge
And if tomorrow is a hope
Of course the day after a victory that got

July 24, 2012
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De Fear Destiny. From Blitar, East Java. Active in fb group Lingkar Puisi & Prosa Bhinneka.

Red Lines in Rijswijk

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"Red Lines in Rijswijk" - "Garis Merah di Rijswijk"

Author: Ilham Q Moehiddin

Synopsis:

This novel of intrigue and conflict a number of power, ideology and organization who want to formulate the shape and the way the Union Holland (an early form of Indonesia). Collaborative Nationalist-Religious, Socialist, Communist and Zion-Masonic clashing intrigue and strategy to build influence in the Indian soil. All the intrigue was pinned in Rijswijk Palace (Presidential Palace, now) in the reign of Governor-General Stachouwer.

How does the involvement of a number of senior Army Intelligence (Royal Dutch Intelligence Service) that supports Zion-Masonic, pushing the Indian as a Union-Holland, a shaft power of the Third World in the South-West Pacific (with two Netherlands Antilles: Curacao and Aruba)? How the communist mapping forces of conflict which they set in the Netherlands? Like what the plot is set in Prague Socialist? Conjunction with the Kuomintang and the Chinese Revolution? What kind of movement and position of the Nationalist-Religious which is considered a major barrier to the flow of other forces, amid strong political domination and colonial interests? As far as what information is available at Soekarno Belitong (Pacific Islands, now) the particulars that annexation between VOC and EIC. What kind of relationship Tan Malaka, Soekarno, Hatta, Sjahrir, Amir Sjarifuddin, and many other figures that flows through the experiences of the main character, Makhzam. Sjarir escape in an early morning in downtown Batavia. Then, what Makhzam romance with Sri Yanti and several other women.

Strands of the story of this trilogy novel sets in Batavia, Semarang, Solo, Makassar, Pacific Islands, Kabaena Island, Rotterdam, Egypt, Mecca, Prague, Atlantic and Japan, in the mid-1920s until 2010.

"Red Lines in Rijswijk" is the book one of the trilogy.

the naive

By Hamdan Hidayat

the naive feeling on the rise
consider two markets explored
I will got upset confused
invisibility of apathetic gaping exceeded
he leadeth start
one by one fabric that I tired
tired tired of seeing this
but helpless in whole
so tired of it
not to mention how the naive
never mind it was
because we did not bring home the trophy

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Hamdan Hidayat. Lives in Jakarta. Publisher GAP.

In a Tomb

By Haris Fadhillah

I can not remember the way home
any sign, missing
to wind the folded and
frangipani flowers in my lap
long sadness draped in a quiet, silent: suddenly felt
can not be everywhere

June 19th, 2012
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Haris Fadhilah. A writer, lives in Bandung.

swash

By Evi Manalu

You
I

Boating with longing
melancholy lapping
in the pounding roar but dumb

The moon sneaked unable to meet
With what he got
bolster the shoulder

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Evi Manalu. Lives in Jakarta.

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.