THE REFLECTION ON THE BLUE PLANET (*blurbbooks.com

here'r several of my poems with others around the world, which have included in The Anthology of THE REFLECTION ON THE BLUE PLANET, series anthology published in Ontario Canada, 12th July 2012 (* It's so lovely! bunches of thanks for my being there, blessing days always by love :) *********************************************************************

3/ TO THE EARTH *********************** how is the earth's breath? it is us, people with eyes and arms at the windows our legs, sometimes at the doors later on sitting and unhampered walking, pressing, running then jumping how is the earth's breath? it is our age which fluttering, hanging on the twigs waiting of densely ones having convers by bright morning until cooling twilight waiting tightly hands which are learned of how to peck, either on soft or hard twigs how to chew food on several swallows, of being patient by nice of heart fingers * Bandung, March 2012

***************************************************************** 4/ WAVY *************************** it is not just blue wavy it is not just an underlayer sea, sea of blue blue wavy which waving us of you people by blue soul people by wavy blood people by turbulent people by tremble people by saying shines people by nois y bones of facing tomorow it s not just blue it is not just blue wavy it is a fantastic sea, really is! * Bandung, June 2012 *************************************************************

5/ CONVERSATION the sky and the earth have such conversation by the wind thinking themselves of blow and silence remembering of letters' plashing listening from the beginning to the endless convers he says with his sole harden and being yellowish of steps run, laugh and memories "don't tread on my feet, nor staring at me like it is so, either come on, let me show you to the montainous story which some could be had read by you." he steps in front of me "hurry up, you might hear morning pages till twilight so that you must pray for us o f kindness." smile, I, at the back of him have been heild of living sweet, sour and bitter * Bandung, February 2012

The Morning Cloth Torn

My Poems which have published by 8th July 2012 with 29 others at THE ANTHOLOGY of MUSE FOR WOMEN ******************************************************************************************************* Poem 1/ THE MORNING CLOTH TORN a morning lady wear a uniform-skirt torn at a corner of public car, tearly eyes grain from the bush pulling out of rancid torn at uniform cloth from rascal’s sharp nails compelled one two bumpers turnly a morning lady at a city’s corner, tearly red grains of pain broken up the age a twilight skirt’s torn made gloomy up in bright eyes wrinkled morning forehead sustainably, crochets her left and right cheek, she by morning fingers cool the ears up, blowly ******* bandung, 15 May 2012

****************************************************************************************************** Poem 2/ SPELLING DAYS don’t you hear a scream of hard embrace of one’s liar desire on she don’t you see her silence stepping on how carving wound don’t you feel she hurted, touched by spelling days’ letters to hold smile up from being casted from being withered from capricious uncustomly for a light : of her lines’ pages of book bandung, 14 June 2012

TANGAN DI POHON

ada saat pepohon terdiam, menyaksi tangan tangan mengerubutinya, meraba dahan, mencabuti dedaun kering, memetik bebunga, setiap ruas menguntai wewangi, pun pepohon menggamit lantunan mentari yang setiai pagi terbang di rerupa musim, mengembara ia dari lorong jendela menjejak hamparan labirin, ada saat sang pohon menyejuk: menggenggam tangan, pipi, serta dahi, diselaksa tumbuhnya *********************************** bandung, 23 Juni 2012

BUKU RAPOR

masih jalan jalan di kebun rapor, kanan kiri berjajar pepohon tumbuh, nilai nilai cengkerami kolom, setiap mata pelajaran berbincang, akan subur tandusnya hasil studi, akan lahan yang masih keras dan mesti gembur, akan mendaki keindahan membaca, hingga cerlang angka delapan, sembilan, akan kelak bersekolah di suatu lahan jurusan, akan senyum sayap untuk terbang, menjadi seseorang ******************************************* bandung, 21-23 Juni 2012 * edisi penerimaan buku rapor

NEK MAK ?

apa yang dikidungkan mentari pagi, nek mak?/ katamu, "ialah dendang embun sejuk usai kilau bebintang"/ bagaimana dengan gerimis seusai deras penghujan,/ gerangan kidung apakah itu, nek mak?/ kau jawab dengan senyum, "ialah melodi bibir cakrawala"/ maka ketika senja, kidung lembayungkah?/ kau pun terdiam, nek mak/ dengan menjura kau ucap pelan,"sedang kukidungkan ... "/ sepenuh cinta? cinta, bagaimana nada rupanya? doa setulus tumbuh yang kau tanam/ bila tak ingin kehilangannya, berakar cintamu/ hingga rimbun meneduhi // ************************************************** bandung, 13 Juni 2012

PINTU DINDING MALAM

lembayung usai menatah kelam, bebintang jingkat sepanjang jalan. bila kupejam nanti, pelupuk melantun rindu dan doa untuk ia penyayang. bahwa tidak hanya huruf huruf menyala mendenyut, pun diam debarku, pada ia yang setiai kasih ada. maka taruhlah telapak di telingaku, rentangkan jari jarinya. lalu membisiklah, ucapkan kalimat pukau penghangat relung. kasih, nyala biru dan jingga di jari jari nelusupi simak. biar ia nyala, biar terbuka pintu agar leluasa rindu dan doa laluinya. tulus genggam pelupuk, disetiap yang hembus, tidak untuk meluka ************************** ************************************************* bandung, 08 Juni 2012

PINTU DINDING PAGI

dentang genta menguak pintu dinding pagi. setiap masa pagi untukku. untuk hari hari yang tak usai berkisah. berjalannya lurus hingga menikung atau berbelok untuk larik larik alam, hingga timbunan tanah menggunduk doa: lihat, beberapa malaikat terbelalak dan menyapa, iringi,iringi mereka dengan serenade huruf merdumu. sebab huruf menjadi kata, kata menguntai menjadi kalimat kalimat, nyala apa adanya, telah dibuat dengan keindahan diri per diri, dari kedalaman relung. bila panggung ini lelucon semu, maka tidak menurutku. telah demikian berdepa depa tali sumbu menyala, melantun dengan kesunyian diam mendebar. apakah masih jari jari langit membuat limbung? ia, mereka, pejalan, penarik gerobak yang sinar dijilidan tapaknya. bagaimana dengan tapak biru dan merah muda, angin relung? masih ia memeluk pelupuk hingga gerimis tak mampu memilah sembab dengan bebulir. masih nyala sumbu lilin lilin doa, seiring nampak dengan kesunyian diam yang semakin debur. untuk kesyahduan kisah yang belum juga usai bersyair ***** *********************************************************** ************* bandung, 06 Juni 2012