28 Sami'an Adib Garden Tomb of Heroes

28

Sami'an Adib

Garden Tomb of Heroes

Before the colonists came looting
the earth is lively ripah tablets jinawih
fruit, abundant spices

but the invaders have carved a dark note
on this chest wall with deep wounds
the soul is trapped in some cruel behavior

after the foreign looters were expelled
this country is not deterrent from raising prestige
scattered mines, the land is increasingly fertile

but the rumbling sadness that filled the chest never stopped
because the sacrifice of the fighters was not yet equal to an independent land
when people are still trapped in the pit of a snare of misery:

we often hear screams of farmers in the pile of their crops
buried by the remnants of imported commodities that come suddenly
on the pretext of material needs of the people began to scarce

while in the parliament building they did not find anyone
maybe still busy safari preparing a commercial booth
to display office chairs with all the secrets

I tried to collect the fighting flakes in frangipani petals
the memorial tomb of a forgotten hero
to spread again in the nursery persada soul

instant peace of mind created
vengeful fire goes out without coals
ruined prayerfully

: "Lord, they have arrived at the independent village
allow me tomorrow to find the true meaning
life free from the chains of prejudice and suspicion ”
Jember, 2019


Sami'an Adib, born in Bangkalan on August 15, 1971. Graduated Strata I in the Indonesian Language and Literature department of the Faculty of Literature at the State University of Jember (Unej). Writing achievements include: won 3rd place in the short story writing competition held by Unpad Faculty of Literature BEM, Gus Dur Poetry Writing Competition held by Kaliwungu Literature Course, Poetry Choices II Poetry Prairie Literature Journal # 5, Poetry Choice III Poetry Prairie Literature Journal # 6 Since high school he actively wrote in school bulletins. His poems are published in several print and on-line media. The poetry anthology is inter alia: Kalimantan Rinduku Abadi (Disbudparpora Kota Banjarbaru-Banjarbaru City Arts Council, 2015), Endless Requiem (Dema IAIN Purwokerto, 2017), Negeri Awan (DNP 7 , 2017), Menderas to Siak (2017), East Java: Land Takat Ballad (2017), Hikayat A cup of Robusta (Krakatau Awards 2017), To Toean Dekker (Lebak Dikbud, 2018), Gus Punk (Kaliwungu Literature Course, 2019) and etc. Current activity as teaching staff at a Madrasah in Jember.

29 Sujudi Akbar Pamungkas I read

29

Sujudi Akbar Pamungkas

I read

I read a lot of Indonesia
is a rich country of riches
but many times I think Indonesia
there is no mercy on this poverty
increasingly acute in people's villages
I read a lot of Indonesia
is a large independent country
but many times I think Indonesia
also not freeing this fate
from the shackles of fellow oppression
many times I read Indonesia
is a fair and prosperous country
but I guess many times Indonesia
never wise
when power robs us of our rights
many times I read Indonesia
is an anti-rasuah country
but I guess many times Indonesia
not wholeheartedly eradicate
looting and extortion of life
Indonesia, many times I read
turns out to be just a simple elegy series
the eternal fairy land of the dreamers
here only the ruling power
what would my life say to you
(part, 010819)



Sujudi Akbar Pamungkas, born in Tuban 1971. Writing poetry, short stories and reportage since high school. Several times have been nominated for LCP throughout Indonesia. Poetry works are partly summarized in dozens of anthology books such as the 1997 Indonesian Poetry Anthology with Sutardji Calzoum Bachri and Slamet Sukirnanto. Resurrection 1995, Vibrate 1996, Negeri Bekantan 2003, Memo for President 2014, Arranging Peace in 2014, Sangoka 2014, Yellow Jacket Sukirnanto 2014, Century Crow Crow in Palestinian Land 2015, Kalimantan Eternal Heart of 3015, Poetry Against Corruption-6 2017, I wrote 2017 Your name is Batu 2018, A Skyful of Rain 2018, Emerald Equator 2019, Mblekethek 2019 etc. He has been active as a lecturer, broadcaster, journalist and editor of print and radio media. He once published a news tabloid that was toppled by the 2001 Sampit Tragedy. His biography was included in the 2000 Susastra Indonesia Lexicon by Korrie Layun Rampan.

30. Anisah Independence

30.

Anisah

Independence

The poet tread heavily
Stumbling, hobbling
Tireless
Not failing
Not reaping a commotion

Ready to pitch
Dance in a palace of peace
Sway on martial arts

Flocking they strafe
Barking with a million notes
Hang on the catwalk
Stuck in the mud of dreams

No one cares
Even though you are hungry
Nobody gave you
Even if it's just a mud cake

Keep wailing
In the arms slashed
Unconsciously then vibrate
Whole body sweat

Reach the reeds
Weapons surging in their chests
Magelang, August 2019


Anisah, a teacher at a tsanawiyah madrasa, writes reports and news in Rindang magazine
from 2010 to 201, the editor of anthology poetry students from 2010 to 2014. Writing in poetry anthology books in 2017, 2018 and 2019.

31. Carmad Homeland in the Frame of Longing

31.

Carmad

Homeland in the Frame of Longing

I never hung a dream on the clouds
But fate stranded me in a foreign land
Gathering diamond sweat
For the sake of being trapped in a rickety hut

There is a longing that broke
At the loud sound of the beetle's wind
From each inch of soil and straw
Also the sound of water whispering

Freedom from a sense of independence
My longing for the homeland
Cooped up in a time room
Buried behind tall buildings, in a quiet country

A glance of shadow flashed
The faces that I live at home
Incandescent spirits on each roll of time
Waiting for hope hanging on my neck

Here in the solemn country
Behind the wall of time, in a tall building
All miss wrapped up in despair
All freedoms flow under the eyes

(dedicated to foreign exchange heroes, who still hang their hopes in foreign lands)



Carmad, born in Indramayu, 21-08-1986. Now has 2 children, lives in the district treisi district. indramayu. works as a traveling trader in elementary school and surrounding communities, nyambi as a cadre of JKN-KIS BPJS Health kc. Cirebon

32. Buana KS Independent

32.

Buana KS

Independent

There was still the smell of battle blood
in the tops of grass below the dim pale moonlight

the earth is reluctant to forget the stumbling steps shouldered
unnamed warrior death

how far independence is in the pursuit of this struggle
Concrete cities are busy preying on capitalism
farmers lose tools, the soil is no longer fragrant

in a corner of a stiff building, an arid field
innocent boy dancing singing, playing happily
without the burden hanging on the head
this is actual independence I suppose
Muara Bungo, August 1, 2019

33. Muhammad Levand East Jember people

33.

Muhammad Levand

East Jember people

morning:
All wake up after the rooster crows
Wash your face with water
Facing God and thinking
The one who has rice fields takes his hoe
The owner of the garden takes the sickle
Who doesn't have to get ready to work
Some look for wood to the forest
Some are looking for grass to the garden
Cold does not block people's passion
The eastern land of Jember is so fertile
Extensive rice fields stretching from north to south
The gardens beneath the foothills of the mountain are so lush

afternoon:
After the call to prayer the dhuhur reverberated from the nearest mosque
All prepare to return to their homes
Washing the body and sweat
Do not forget to pray
Some returned to their fields and gardens
There is a break in his room
Children coming home from school say hello

afternoon:
Mothers gather
The fathers return to their respective activities
Children playing kites


night:
People are praying
every day:
The people of eastern Jember are very independent
Jember, 2019


   Muhammad Lefand, a writer born in Sumenep Madura under the name Muhammad,  now lives in Ledokombo Jember. Is a migrant who likes writing poetry and beautiful words. Graduates of MA An-Nawari Seratengah Bluto Sumenep and Islamic University Jember Active in several literary communities, among others: as one of the founders and activists of the Jember Foundation Literary Forum, founder and activist of the Jember Literature Forum, activists of the East Java Literary Forum and Jember Poetry Night. His poetry collection entitled "Aku Anak Indonesia" (2013) won 3rd place in the 2013 "Curriculum and Book Center Enrichment Contest Book Competition" in the category of children's poetry, Received an award as the best poetist version of the Warung Anthologi Award in 2013, Best Poetry Writer Verse miss year 2013, and other awards In addition to writing poetry, also writing articles, essays and rhymes. Anthology of the poem book namely: Mutiara Pantun (2014) and Senandung Tanah Merah "(KKK, 2016) .. Anthology of poetry single "One Glass Two Season" (Pena House: 2014). "Don't Call Me Poet (Literature Ganding: 2015) Mental Revolution and Aesthetics (CV Erzatama: 2015). "Sermon The Distance Is Not Intact Distance And Corn ”(Pena House: 2016). And the Image Chronology (FAM Publishing: 2017).

34. Hazani Hamzah A pair of colors

34.

Hazani Hamzah

A pair of colors

A pair of colors is a flag
Is also age
Fluttering and waving
In the lonely I missed my hometown
Where I was born
And suck your love
Mother, your song is still sweet
In a cracked season

Not the stars or the Ferris wheel
What you ask for
Only a pair of colors as a flag
The one you want to keep plugging in
In the morning
For your children history
Sapeken - Sumenep, 25 July 2019

Hazani Hamzah, was born August 16, 1974 in Sumenep to be exact in Sapeken; a small island in the Kangean - Sapeken archipelago located at the eastern end of the island of Madura or north of Bali. The father of 1 (one) child who was named Ega Novela Indah Nian, in addition to cultivating the world of writing (literature), cultural arts activists in his hometown also taught, and became observers of local wisdom. Especially the wisdom of the Bajau which is the majority tribe in the Sapeken Islands which is one of the other tribes in the Sumenep Regency. Like the Madurese, Bajau, Bugis and Mandar.

35. Kajoe's Pencil Song in the land of Merdeka

35.

Kajoe's Pencil

Song in the land of Merdeka

Gas out
Cooking oil runs out
Pam's water is dead
Electric account swells
AC is broken
Wet laundry
Old pregnant wife
The cellphone needs credit
The lottery number isn't transparent
Debt collector is raging
Job application was rejected
Flag ceremony
Carnival
Climbing slippery pole
Eat crackers
Sack race
Independent
Independent
Country Song
Independent


Independent
E-KTP hasn't finished yet
Independent
Independent
STNk SIM off
Independent
Independent
rented arrears
Independent
Independent

Independent country
New bride
Honeymoon
Erectile failure
Independent
Independent

a bloody fever mosquito
Bite
Fever
Independent
Independent

Equatorial land
Independent
Independent

The singing of the boys
Independent
Independent

Indonesia
Independent
Independent
Independent
?
12082017






Pencil Kajoe, born in Banyumas, 27 January. It has given birth to 14 single anthologies and approximately 18 shared anthologies. His writings are also spread in newspapers, magazines in Indonesia. He is currently the author of the Banyumasan rubric in one of the Javanese-language magazines in Yogyakarta.

36. Eno El Fadjeri The Pancasila Wound Paragraph

36.

Eno El Fadjeri

The Pancasila Wound Paragraph

Proclamation has gone away from dreams
Independence is only recorded on a dark screen
Heirloom flags are worn out by age
Garuda looked down listlessly at its broken wings

Crying baby looking for milk under the city lights
Wrapped by his mother's screaming begging
A blind beggar walks around the country palace
Perverted officials laugh under the aisle of prison bars

Independence is the right of all nations
But independence is only felt by those who are enthroned
Delivering to the front gate of independence
But until now the door has remained locked for the destitute

Enrich the life of a nation
But stupidity still hangs in the heads of the country's children
Participate in carrying out world order
But disability and violence blanket their own country

We are under the sky called Indonesia
We stand on a land called Nusantara
But we were colonized by the country's rulers
We are trapped in a maze of real lies

There are imperfect paragraphs from the bottom of the country
There was tears pouring out from the bodies of the nation's heroes
There is an encouraging hope from commoners

If misery is the main part of independence
So until this nation closes the age of Pancasila is only a gaping wound.
West Jakarta, 010819











Eno El Fadjeri, born in West Jakarta 29-April-1982. An Advocate profession. His first poetry book is "My Wish is My Fear" 2014. His poetry is also found in several Poetry Anthology books with other poets, including; Remembering Home, Aquarium & Delusions, Stories in Literacy, Our Love for Indonesia, Bait Nusantara, and Lumbung Poetry Volume IV. Active Writer in several Literary and Poet groups. Several times won in poetry writing competitions, among others: Champion I poetry event I Love Indonesia, Champion I poetry competition held by the Poet's Footprint Group, Champion II poetry event organized Literary Literature Digdaya, Champion Best Poetry I in the Poetry Archives Competition organized by Bait Nusantara and the Active Writing Forum (FAM), and Award as the Two Best Poems in a mini poetry competition organized by Tebar Poetry.

37. Barokah Nawawi Excessive independence

37.

Barokah Nawawi

Excessive independence

Grandma said I was really happy
Born in an independent era
An age where there are no obstacles for anyone
To reach what is his goal.

Grandma said that this era was really fun
Technological advances make it no longer tired
So that you can leave time for recitation and worship.

Grandma said that my grandfather's fate was unlucky
Although smart can only graduate from Low School
Because my great-grandfather was just an ordinary farmer
Not officials or civil servants who supposedly said to have blue blood.

But I am proud of them
A hard worker who is persistent, honest and religious
Who was able to educate my father to become a bachelor
And the model teacher who was a role model for his students.

Dad is everything to me
I admire his proud figure but his heart is very soft and full of love
Caring about the family, community and environment
Without distinguishing status and wealth.

Which makes me ashamed even my own best friend
The current generation is the foundation of the nation
I thought clean officials were a lot of corrupt
But his wife instead clapped her chest and shouted out loud:
"That's just slander! "

These days it's hard to understand
Like my best friend who is now strange
After being released from prison, he became a legislative candidate
And now managed to sit in a soft seat as a respected member of the Board.

Merdeka is now a free freedom
Many representatives of the people who actually betrayed the people
Many justice enforcers are not upright or oblique
Many judges actually flirt with thieves
And many others that make the head dizzy seven around
And Mother Earth cries sadly without stopping.
Semarang, August 2019



Barokah,  was born, in Tremas Pacitan, 18 August 1954. Worked at PT Telkom since 1974 and retired early in 2002. Anthology of a single poem Bunga Bunga Semak, published by Haikuku Library in 2017.
Anthology of haiku together: Heart of the Moon - Haikuku Library 2018. Anthology of poetry with a.l: Mblekethek, Children of Grandchildren of Poets - Lumbung Poetry 2019. Country of Peace Longing, A world without coma - Literature of breezy 2019, Land on clouds - Rosebook 2018.

38. Agus Mursalin Shouted freedom in the Dictionary

38.

Agus Mursalin

Shouted freedom in the Dictionary

My initial steps were well intentioned
Morning in the east, evening in the west
Witnessing various faces
Gives a distinguishing meaning
The face of different tribes different nationalities different countries
One word that can be agreed upon in tears of sorrow
Laughter is a happy sign
Shaking his head not nodding in agreement
Without a dictionary all humans understand
Then what for
Learn other languages
If it results in differences in understanding
Result in a class debate on manners in the name of the word?
The meaning of words from perception
When can independence?
Kebumen August 1, 2019

39. Indri Yuswandari Where is the direction of the wind

39.

Indri Yuswandari

Where is the direction of the wind

On red soil and spilled tears
we look face to face
like stars and merjan scattered
like a pendulum swinging past time frame

I don't know where upstream we are
the aroma of sea water is very thick anesthetize thousands of fireflies lost light
the wind sniffs the strands of children sparkling hair

I don't know where the wind finds your shadow
dry afternoon that took me to your beach
sometimes naughty playing the tip of the dress reveals the dots of the journey between islands

Your greatness escapes the name of the road
Your glory is not recorded in palm leaves
The sky is watching the flame of incense at prayer
Earth saves love offerings to Mega
Kendal, 01.08.2019

40. Seruni Unie, My name is Pitaloka to: Commander Gajah Mada

40.

Seruni Unie,

My name is Pitaloka
to: Commander Gajah Mada

I am conquering you too, sir
For the history you write on this body
So great
To the whole country
Never flattering

But quite a moment
The rest I want to curse
The scheming of the past, where you lowered the price of women
Only ambition
                                      Listen, sir. I'm Pitaloka of this century
Until whenever, women will choose Belapati, for the sake of maintaining self-respect
Then no need to adigang adigung
On earth Pasundan, your name never floats
         Solo, 2018/2019
       




Seruni Unie, a connoisseur of poetry from Solo. A number of his writings had appeared in the media and a number of shared anthologies. Engaged in wasp literature. And selected 15 emerging UWRF 2017 authors.

41. Sri Sunarti Hope in the twilight park

41.

Sri Sunarti

Hope in the twilight park

red tinge perched on the horizon
birdsong chirping accompany the twilight
a cup of ginger flavor
among bare-breasted middle-aged men
feels like this country's problems are like unraveling tangled threads

red tinge increasingly lost in the dusk
two gulps and a piece of mangrove
seemed to treat confusion
at an increasingly fading bias

eroded the stench of corruption
drugged favors perverted drugs
tempted tempting prostitution

then you fill in what this country is
until the age of seventy four
just fake dreams
to ignore qolbu

until the evening comes
the man did not move from the court
mortal terrace
his face increasingly decisively hacking
desperate to prosper
beloved beautiful land like a jewel
Indramayu, August 2019


Sri Sunarti, born in Indramayu, May 24, 1965,
Following the joint national anthology include: Anthology of Recital Poetry from the State of Oil 11 Indramayu Poets, Indramayu Arts Council 2001, Anthology of Women Poetry at Intersections, 3 Indramayu Women's Poets, DKI 2003, Anthology of Sun Short Stories Cracking on Cimanuk DKI, 2010, Anthology of State Romanticism DKI Jakarta-Formasi Oil, Cimanuk, When The Birds Are Now Gone, Anthology of Poetry of 100 Poets of the Archipelago Lovz Rinz Publishing, Cirebon, 2016, We are Invaded Again, CV Media Pustaka, Yogyakarta, 2017; Tadarus Poetry, Modern Indonesian Poet, Joint Anthology, CV Media Reader, Yogyakarta, 2017.

42. Muhammad Jayadi Our Flag Is Still Red and White

42.

Muhammad Jayadi

Our Flag Is Still Red and White

In remembrance of the struggle in this country
there is a history that cannot be forgotten, forever etched
our flag's red and white motto
bold red and pure white
symbolize ancestors who struggle with soul, body, blood and tears

Are there memories embedded in memory?
so a warning that the independence of this country must be maintained, don't waste it
cleanse the soul by way of remembrance and thought about self affairs
do not be easily incited by fighting sheep
so that the struggle that is so exquisite we can continue
paint the beauty of the rainbow on the chest
kedamain created, life flows full of noble character.
Halong Kalsel 3 July 2019






Muhammad Jayadi, born on July 19, 1986 in the village of Galumbang, Balangan Regency, South Kalimantan. Become a fan of literature since middle school until now. And now residing in Halong Balangan

43. Sarwo Darmono Independent

43.

Sarwo Darmono

Independent

Live the Liberation
Face comes where life is
The face of the place is alive
The face of life is alive
Find out where you live
Free
It can affect the quality of your life
Can make a living
It can make life easier
Free
Always accept what you receive
Always keep in mind the owner
Keep worshiping and praying
Fury in the crowd
Free
Breathe in life with a sense of urgency
Sort of taste and work
be useful
Always invest decent
Tell me about it
With a taste of nala
Tan is not going to harvest it
All surrender to the will of the World
Lucky Thursday Pon
01082019

44. Ira Suyitno A Girl's Journey

44.

Ira Suyitno

A Girl's Journey

A woman walks down the hallway of time
Morning to night comes late
The steps resemble a running horse
Because the spirit that keeps burning
Like burning embers in a furnace a refuge barracks

A woman struggles for independence
Appease his soul
Clear his heart
Until the drops of dew in his body
Incarnated crystal in the gaping lip of the cave

A woman continues to achieve her dreams
I don't know how long the pulse will stop
Mojokerto, 31072019

Ira Suyitno, born in Pacitan, December 14 with the original name Bonirah. Learn to write poetry by yourself. Poetry and octopus published among others in Karya Darma, Surabaya Post, Bende, Radar, summarized also in anthology with Charity Stone, Association of Architects and Poets of the Archipelago, Anthite Pas Pasite, Anthology of RRI poetry in Surabaya, Anthology of Full Moon Majapahit Festifal Poetry, and Anthology of Poetry Architects, Archipelago Poetry Anthology; Resist Corruption 5.
Apart from being a mother of Fajar Laksana 22 years old and RoroPrima Jullintang 12 years old, Suyitno's wife works as an educator at SDN Modopuro 2, Mojosari Mojokerto.

45. Arya Setra The Meaning of Independence

45.

Arya Setra

The Meaning of Independence

The whir of sharp bullets that pierced
The cannon blows are deafening,
Standing straight eroded the earth's chest erupted ...
Shouted the fighters foster a spirit of independence even though covered in blood, torn, torn, persecuted and colonized in their own country.
Sacrifice of millions of lives, millions of assets and objects for the sake of one word "Freedom"
Freedom or Death is the watchword of warriors in order to maintain national pride ...
That's a piece of a sad story that delivered Me, You, and also them to an era, where virtual and real coexist in one time.
Free me ...
Free you ...
and Merdeka they are of course different.
For me to be independent is coffee independence, freedom is nudud, and freedom to work ...
if not...? I can die of style ....
August 1, 2019

46. Yoe Irawan Read the book in bushy pine leaves

46.

Yoe Irawan

Read the book in bushy pine leaves

Under the lush pine merkusii
He read a book that taught him to love trees

"Loving the tree preserves life."
So he said in a maintained intellectual intonation
Smell the mesopotamian civilization and the radiant renaissance

He loved reading books and of course being loving trees too
The tree home for birds after the weather
While the hills as wide as his eye wash
Still preaching the fall of cities

Centuries ago, mulberry was blended with Tsai Lun into paper
Then papyrus and pine for the sake of life more pithy
Become a manuscript in the heart of Baghdad. Tragic Tigris
But the book continued to spread until the American Library of Congress
Scattered in the British National Library in England
Although now there are no more postcards from old friends for him
The picture of the Taj Mahal or Eiffle Tower is far like a quivering longing
The letter never came. Thumping no longer displaced
Events like chasing in the roar of the wind on the rolling hills
Flashed but he had no time to remember what and who was between the fight and the joke

Under the lush pine merkusii
He read a book that taught him to love trees
So that reason continues to spread in the roots of shrubs

While he recalls the history of the forest and the birth of new cities
Through pines that fall into books
Sukabumi, January 18, 2019








Yoe Irawan, born in Kendal, Central Java, on June 26. Staying in the City of Sukabumi, West Java.
His poetry works are included in: Anthology of national joint poetry including: Indonesia 1997 (Indonesian Literature Community & Space Publishers, Bandung, 1997), Jakarta in Recent Poetry (Jakarta Culture Office and Jakarta Literature Society, 2000), 142 Poets to the Moon (Literary Study Group Banjarbaru & Kalalatu Press, South Kalimantan, 2006), Kado Cinta (Collection of Poetry, Uwais Indie, 2015) etc. His short story entitled "Teacher For Ra" became the short story in the 2017 Kagama Virtual short story contest, and his short story entitled "A Piece of Wings in May" became the best general short story in the 2019 short story and poetry copyright contest (Kota Kata Kita, DKI Provincial Disparbud Jakarta and Poetry Day Foundation, 2019).

47. Dewa Putu Sahadewa a journey

47.

Dewa Putu Sahadewa

a journey

Digging repeatedly
self
I found the sound source
where the sun hides the heat
and the rain finds its nest.
     
"In the middle of a blood field
You're a flag stake
You doubt Indonesia. "


The further I walk
the voice changed lamentations
and the wind erodes the hills
a place where children dance to an independent dance.


"In the middle of a blood field
You're a flag stake
You doubt Indonesia "


I will keep going
decades away
but that voice
will last.
Kupang, August 2019



Dewa Putu Sahadewa , Born in Denpasar in 1969
Writing poetry since middle school, around the 1980s was very active in the world of Literature
The new one continued again in 2015 and 2016 with two anthologies of single poetry, as well as dozens of anthologies of poetry together. Active in Kupang until now as an obstetrician, while being a provocateurs and members in several literary and literary communities, including being one of the founders of Jatijagat Kampung Poetry in Bali.

48 Sambaulu Risen Traces of Struggle

48

Sambaulu Risen

Traces of Struggle

Late at night towards dawn
People are slaves
And have time, sir

Trapped in body
Poor body
Waiting is certain, sir

And to my soul
Maybe we fight

When the sun reigns
Echoes and rhythms
The beautiful handsome chicken, at dawn
The travel signal is not over yet

And to the rulers of the night
Darkness must have struck
As long as you are aware
The presence of moon and stars
We will not get lost, sir

Dawn always comes
We are prisoners
Occupied time and ego

Silent night
Delivering back
Into the lap of dawn

People
Not yet independent

Risen Sambaulu, is a poet who was born in Tomohon on December 20, 1999 and lives in Minahasa, North Sulawesi.

49 Nok Ir Free in the soul of the universe

49

Nok Ir

Free in the soul of the universe

Fighting one by one
In the wild arena, scented nanar
Jungle arrogance became the main measure
Power is above all
The marginal as a snack
Hunger sores are getting more circular
Impossible easily erased rain sorry

Domestic partners formed a conspiracy
Spread of spider webs creates thirst for rulers
The great colony is the law which is confined
Uploading arrogant moaning complaining
The ideology pillars are increasingly being eaten away
The net mesh ensnares miserable faces
Give birth to future babies wallowing with jeri images

Has the body been free?
Free the flowers of hope
The road that runs is blocked by obstacles
Obstruct severe greedy intentions
Fragility of solidarity is increasingly littering
Estuary the invaders increasingly moved
Gray tyranny is often shackled

Independence is not just a negating speech
Must be markedly reflected
In the active stretching of the people incised achievements
Which so many times eroded oligarchic mirage
Nusantara looked up hope you swordsman at a glance gahar
Fend off the newer invaders under the guise of a hero
Grind independence with the illusion of egoism
Adhere to the freedom spans of various lines
The road to independence thanks to the blood of life in tears
Sumenep, 31 July 2019




Nok Ir, is the name of the pen used by Hj. Khoiroh, S. Pd. Elementary school in his works. Born in Demak, this January 28 lives in Sumenep to serve as an educator. His work in the form of short stories and poetry has been collected in a variety of anthologies with fellow writers at home and abroad. Last September 2018, one of his poems entitled "Kali Tuntang in North Kauman" was included in the Nomination Poetry Nomination in the grand event of 1000 Teachers Writing Poetry recorded in MURI Records. His work has been collected in Anthology with Poetry September 2, Anthology of Poetry with Us, Embara Poetry, Marine Women, Mata Cinta, Nation of the Father, Roots of Mother, Short Story Anthology of Culture, Tadarus Poetry, Book of Pentigraph 2 Advertisements on the Front Door, Anthology of Teacher's Poetry About A Book and Secret Science, Country Above the Clouds, A Skyful of Rain-Banjarbaru's 2018 Rainy Day Literary Festival, Our Anthology Is the Emerald Emerald of the Equator, Anthology of Natural Word Poetry, Book of Pentigraph 3, Anthology of 1000 Early Sides, Teachers' Notes Because of Work, Mother's Anthology.

50. Wanto Tirta Bloody Note

50.

Wanto Tirta

Bloody Note

I opened the note from the sheet
diary
bomb boom
blood flowing
in the land of blood
children's souls
daddy's widow
husband of the sword
drenched in blood

build steel souls
gunpowder sky collapsed closing the period
the roof of the cloud house
crying and whirring bullets
fused everyday heartbreaking

earth's persecuted prayers
convey to your hands
most liberator of state-owned land

tears of melting blood
not tired of leaning on the glory of God
unity of hope and determination
wrapping love struggle unites red and white in a handheld

Is Garuda still hugging love?
cure chronic wounds
by the incision of the knife of greed as well as the lust of freedom that enslaved the freedom of civilization of the nation's children

there are tears from the headstone ancestors
the fragile is covered in grass
forgotten by his relatives
there was a pointy bamboo stick still clearly plastered with blood
engraved in the tomb
as if to say
This is the navel of the earth where nails love
stuck free from the shackles of injustice and arbitrariness of the regime of power

let footsteps tread
a stroll in the archipelago park
knit the beauty of fellow nation's civilization to be free of suffering
free daddy loudly speaking

01082019

Wanto Tirta, Born and raised in the village of Kracak Ajibarang, Banyumas, Central Java
Writing poetry and geguritan. His poem is contained in several anthology books.
Reading poetry and geguritan from the RT stage or the performing arts stage. Play theater and ketoprak. Engaged in the Community of Outskirts (KOPI)
2015 received the Gatra Budaya award from the Banyumas Regency Government
2017 became the nominee of Javanese Language and Literature Activist from Central Java Language Center.

51 Suhendi RI Eye of the Pen

51

Suhendi RI

Eye of the Pen

Gaze blankly at the corner of the room
A book lying
Helpless on the table
While the dervish is sound asleep
Hugged quietly

Ink that carves a historical trail
Become eternal verses
Even if it is destroyed, it is read by termites
The story is recorded in ancient memories

When daybreak opens the morning curtain
The soul wanders to another soul
Looking for alif lam mim
In the Fayakun Manuscripts

Before the pen's eyes are dazzled
Sparkling golden lights and gems
Wake up from the transience of the world

When you arrive at the end page
Understand the true meaning of words
Kebon Jeruk, July 19, 2019

Suhendi RI, born in Bekasi, September 25, 1986. Fun writer who likes underground music. His poetry incorporated in several anthology books is also contained in various media. Podium (2015) collection of single poetry books.

52 Asro al Murthawy Freedom incarnates a ghost

52

Asro al Murthawy

Freedom incarnates a ghost

I suddenly became a ghost:
free wild crawls between earth and sky,
Kurapal lafaz is the most ancient
grow a wing on the back scattered
chasing you with excessive annoyance
step into the clouds of your heart

I am a free element
who came from the world somehow
diffuse with the night to silence the trees
the haughty lush holes in your chest
but still waving this wandering soul
just camping or maybe staying long
languishing in your brain auction

I am free
 I could be night
blanket for your weary towards forgetting
and maybe morning will change the fate sheet
not just a long complaint
Imagery 1440 H

53. Herisanto Boaz Independent poetry song

53.

Herisanto Boaz

Independent poetry song

I'm thankful for the word soul
conceived sweet devotional devotions
flown in a cool powered wind
anchored at the coastal docks of descent
where I grew up in the coral reefs

I was nosed in diversity
a million-flowered tropical garden
in the personification of palm palm kicking
sleep on the metaphorical swing of the night
I developed in harmony with nature

I danced accompanied by song and gamelan
the shade permeated the deepest heart
In the hyperbole season, I dance cheerfully
surfing between tourists and dreams
to newcomers, I smiled with pride

I was recited in a fiery prayer of faith
like my mother bowing down in the hut of praise
I stand guard as a cultural lighthouse
illuminating the motherland in His light
To the heir, I submit the mandate of Lima

Holistic Studio, July 2019




Herisanto Boaz, born in Bandung, 11 December. Anthology of his Poems, among others: Song of Birth Land; Lex Puitika Song of Deliktum; Ballad Coda Secota; Aluci Soul Altar; Good Patience Silhouette; Tetilas Tetilas Cinta. Joint Anthology: OBS 1020 Sonian Three Countries; The Universe Haiku Universe; Country of Clouds; PMK-Poetry Resists Corruption-6, ACSS International, A Bowl of Soup at the Constitutional Court, Haiku & Haiga Against Corruption, Poetry of HPN-Pesona Ranah Bundo, Negeri Negeri Bahari, Rasa Tree. Anthology of the Short Story: The Legend of the Beloved Altar; The Pen Shoot Opera. Novels and Scenarios: Menara Cinta Filea; Missing Reconstruction; Soul Book Orchestra; 3 M1 -3 M2; The Hero of Love; Your Heart is as Peaceful as Your Haiku. Now as Superintendent and IN-Coach; Leading HIPWI, Patrolindo Group, KH / LBH Pro-Post, LBPHKI, Sasasi Literacy Theater-APPIA, BJC Ministry, Holistic Theater Studio, and Master Vision 45. *** (HSB)

54. Dyah Setyawati Indonesia, I Call Your Name Without Doubt

54.

Dyah Setyawati

Indonesia, I Call Your Name Without Doubt

I loudly said your name without hesitation
since knowing breast milk
until you are able to spell and pronounce it fluently
as my homeland
with blue sky
miss the sea
jungle of time
comfortable in your arms

Indonesia, I say your name without hesitation
despite your haggard face
reflects the weary masturbation of a young child
about corruption
the law was plotted
be a spectacle of this century
then my tongue blurted out
before leaving
Goddamn it
don't be sluggish
because of sontoloyo
remain mighty be my Indonesia
homeland, emerald equator
full of love I think of you
how to sing it
in posterity
so that they are better than their ancestors
maintain the image of the nation and require it

Indonesia
in the solitude of my prostration
I aim for the arrow
in the almighty escape from mass incursion
will be the peace of the nation
my love and pride for you
Indonesia

August 1 2019

55 Sanur Keziandari Deliverance Dish

55

Sanur Keziandari

Deliverance Dish

Sometimes, I want to breathe the wind
Throughout the night coast
While I enjoy the warm meal

Every delicious stall is life
Lontong Cap Go Meh is chewy delicious
Work markers must be resilient and strong
Ice Lontrong is a legendary drink
Refresh sweet togetherness
Rujak Teplak with its special sambal
Liven up the house simply
All are variations, beautiful like vision
Especially if I slowly taste it
Savory Ponggol rice or Langgi rice

But with ginastel coffee tea fragrant
My life is complete with eating
Amazing word, great country modifier
Bandung, July 2019












Sanur Keziandari, born in Bandung, on March 27. Active writing poetry, short stories, novels and screenplays since he was a teenager and while active in the Holistic Theater Literature Studio. His work was published in anthology: Violin Cafe Istana. Sanur has won the Cipta Monolog in FL2SN; Winner of Short Story Cipta from LKBN Kompaxindo. Winners in the short film festival: Dedaun (2015), Pole (2016), Dish (2016), National Champion of Cipta Scenario from APWIA. Anthology poetry together: Indonesia Still There is the Sun (2017); Moonlight (2018). Sanur was once active in Saka Dirgantara. Now Sanur is active in the BJC Ministry, There is Citra / Young People Love Literature, Pamisa / Patria Milenia Friends, Sasasi / Indonesian Literature Literature Studio. ** (SK) **

56. Rut Retno Astuti Freedom Stethoscope

56.

Rut Retno Astuti

Freedom Stethoscope


On a blue beach trip
I want every second of your presence
It beats like a living heart
Pulsating certainly never dim

I want you to manifest five colors
Curl up like a rainbow of shades
As beautiful as the dusk on the coast of the archipelago

I wish you warm fire always
Hold me close to the edge of the ocean
Where the wind moaned
Tunable in harmony beats ripples

I smell our hearts like water and sea
Stethoscope detected in unity
Words, tones and rhythms in the sea of love
Sumedang, July 2019











Rut Retno Astuti, born in Tegal City, February 22. The doctor who graduated from FK UNDIP Semarang, wrote several literary genres, including: Dawai Hati Hati (2014); Our Women's Rhythm (2015); Site of the Empowering Mother (2016). Also joined in AWWA (Asean Women Writers Association) and her work contained in Selendang Mayang (2017) Sketches of Mother's Faces (2017); Other shared anthologies: PMK - 6 / Poetry Against Corruption (2017) - Indonesia Still has Sun (2017). - Pentigraph & Putiba Anthology "A Bowl of Soup in the Holy Night" (2017); Haiku Against Corruption & Haiga Exhibition (2017); Anthology of Indonesian Poetry Poem "Enchantment of the Bundo Domain" - HPN (2018). Maritime Affairs KDNP (2018); Haiku: Heart of the Moon (2018), and many other works. (RRAS) ***

57. Profijesarino Ubud Chronology of Independence

57.

Profijesarino Ubud

Chronology of Independence

Stretch the distance between the waves
in a conflict of waves
my eyes listened to the row of fishermen
in messy slums
singing softly in between the pressure
While on the edge of the coast line
pulled over to buy a dream

Displaying the history of common coastal
sand dune is a concern
slapped grabs noisy noise
Whereas in the flow forward ideals
commoners are used to what they are
with a rancid smell and foamy froth
even the map is not marked
When this groove is reversed it is quiet
then the attitude remains in the heart
keep ringing in a definite tone
Bandung, July 2019











Profijesarino Ubud, born in the city of Bandung, on April 7. Take his Triple Degree Lecture in Bandung. Profi is now active as a journalist and executive editor in the Patrolindo media group, Pro-Post. Anthologies include: SLE - Golden Screen Silhouette. Joint Anthology: PSAN, Prodiwa-Spirit Nation Champion; Anthology of Pentigraph & Putiba "Soup Bowl in the Holy Night" (2017); Haiku Against Corruption - HAKI (2017); Negeri Bahari (2018); Haiku: Taste Tree (2018). Now, Profi is active in the Holistic Theater Studio, DPP APWIA, Ada Citra / Cinta Cinta Literature, Pamisa, Sasasi, as well as screenwriter, DOP & Art Director at PH Master Vision 45. His work has won various short film festivals and literary and literary contests. ** (PUD) **

58. Azni Kintamani Storefront of Freedom

58.

Azni Kintamani

Storefront of Freedom

Missing wind brought me here
To the window of the maritime country's wealth
Innocent boat, canoe and escort
Lined ushering in a glowing nation

Here, hundreds of mask dances are created
But there are no iron-masked faces
There is no falsehood and lying

Philosophy "Tatag Teteg Galang Right"
We put a label on a big window

Let's cry, lament and come back
In kebaya, bun, radiant color
On a jacket with a magic wulung head
Let this nation look more robust
As strong as millions of canoes burst into the world
Bringing us to be an authoritative nation
Bandung, July 2019










Azti Kintamani, born in Sumedang, on May 19. Active writing poetry, short stories, novels and screenplays since he was a teenager and while active in the Holistic Theater Literature Studio. His work was published in anthology: Paradewi Boutique Symphony. Kinta once won Cipta Poetry in FL2SN; Winner of Cipta Disparbud Poetry in Bandung during high school. Winners in the short film festival: Tunas (2015), Pole (2016), The Bottle (2016), National Champion of Copyright and Reading Poetry from APWIA. Anthology poetry together: Indonesia Still There is the Sun (2017); Moonlight (2018). Kinta has been active in Saka Dirgantara. Now Kinta is active in the BJC Ministry, Sasasi / Indonesian Literature Literature Studio, Pamisa / Patria Milenia Friends, There is Citra / Young People Love Literature. ** (AKK) **

59 Marlin Dinamikanto Factory Fail

59

Marlin Dinamikanto

Factory Fail

After the eel drifted in the rat hole
rice snakes become strangers to see
straddling factory walls
dry expanse of arid chocolate

I don't know how many farmers are buried
roaring brickwork continues to elongate
not left when the field snake
lives alone, befriended mice
at the eel's funeral

Waders are usually miders
pecking plankton in hay feet
long disappeared before moving on
to a picture book for school children

The isolated rice fields are increasingly drying out
oppressed brick - the farmer's child prefers
hope to work in a factory. There is no rice
can be harvested in four months
while salaries can be harvested
before uritan moved to the fields

green expanse which sometimes turn yellow
now insulated factory walls
rice snakes that live alone
dead - the carcass played by a kitten
in the crack of the factory wall
failed to build after a sluggish economy

no rice is harvested tomorrow
nor is the monthly salary. Only seen
the mouse jumps in the fragile brick gap
scattered on a bed of arid chocolate
Ngagel, 31 July 2019

60. Agustav Triono : Are you free with real freedom?

Are you free with real freedom?

The ground spilled my blood
Land of complaint
My homeland
Land for washing
My nation's wound
Don't wet all the time
Dry again smoothly
Do not gape
Don't sweat
Remove sorrow

Merdeka has been grasped
Mother Earth has been in the lap
Since the Proclamation
Daulatlah this country
But back to the contemplation
Already independent?
Really independent?
Alright !
Freedom from the shackles of invaders
Freedom as a free country
Determine the direction of the nation's goals
Towards a noble cause
Dreams and hopes are grasped
Hopefully

But are you free?
Really independent ??
Freedom from poverty
Freedom from rampant corruption
Freedom from injustice
Freedom from environmental damage
Freedom from drug outbreaks

Still struggling
Free yourself from the present invaders
Broken joints of the country
That doesn't seem real
But undermined
Spread the virus in pores
Slow and sure
Our body is infected
The devastating disease
Then
Remove the root causes
Firmly and surely
Order for diseases
Immediately destroyed
Order to be independent
Actually independent!
08/01/2019







Agustav Triono, born in Banyumas, August 26, 1980. Now lives in Purbalingga. Active in the Theater and Literature Officers Community (KATASAPA) Purbalingga. Honorary Teacher at SMPN 1 Mrebet, Purbalingga. His literary works have been published in several mass media and joint anthology books.

61. Sri Budiyanti : Rhyme of Independence

Rhyme of Independence

It is not easy
To reach the word "INDEPENDENT"
It takes extraordinary struggle and sacrifice
When bamboo spears become a weapon
Do not want to be a coward
The one hiding under the blanket

Only one goal
Independent
Independent of invaders
Freedom from ignorance
Freedom from oppression
Freedom from persecution
Freedom from violence
Freedom from cruelty
Independent of humans
The one without humanity

Fighting is not afraid to fall
Forward never backward
Fight
Until the last drop of blood
With determination and a spirit of unity
For the sake of usurping independence
So that the red and white continues to fly

With deep-rooted intentions and beliefs
There is no struggle in vain
Unleash prayer
On the mercy of God Almighty
Indonesian independence

Hear it
Cheers of the people of Indonesia
Similar equatorial tones
Called for
Independent
Independent
and Independent


Demak, August 1, 2019







Sri Budiyanti, was born in the city of Demak which was dubbed the city of guardians on February 21. Has a hobby of writing since attending junior high school. Writing various poetry genres namely free poetry, Haiku, Sonian etc. It has been recorded in a joint anthology about the mosque, anthology with singing with poetry, anthology with us in Jajah Lagi, Indonesia Funny, Satrio Piningit and antalogy with whoever the love of love (PPN XI) and so on. Lives in a Sidomulyo Village Hamlet Krasak RT.10 RW.01 Dempet Subdistrict, Demak Regency, Central Java. Bachelor of Primary School Education. Everyday he teaches in an Elementary School, Balerejo State Elementary School 2.

62. Dede Rostiana ; That is independence

That is independence

Freedom is freedom for humans
Hanging around
Get some fresh air and live comfortably
A row of the history of independence is always imagined
Heroes' services
Even if they were still there
Maybe they were lara and offered their condolences
Because of the independence they are fighting for
Still not as valuable as their lives

O young generation
How tough you are fighting
Fighting poverty is also a crime
Maybe they say that
The youth of today, could it be possible to take responsibility
Pandaikah hunt debate then demand rights?
Dare to give up body and soul?
For the sake of national and state independence
Although the muzzle of the weapon is in front of the chest
They are not afraid of all that, instead they are just afraid
Whispers: "Walk straight dude!"
Even though he did not see the turn
"Freedom follows what is supposed to be followed then silence!"





Dede Rostiana, born in Tasikmalaya16 February 1972. His last education was Masters of Educational Administration, Galuh Ciamis University. A teacher at Cintawana Islamic Boarding School. in Tasikmalaya. An active writer in several writing communities. Author's works in the form of Poetry and Articles have been published in Local Newspapers, Surya Rengganis Tabloids, Mangle Magazine, Guneman Magazine, Priangan News, Ready to Learn, Galamedia and People's Mind. The author joins several anthologies with both Poetry, Short Stories, and Cernak (wonderland creative) and (Raising Star). The author has also published two single Anthology Poems; Longing for the Moon and Sunrise in your eyes.

63. Cak Sudi ; Freedom Is Love

Freedom Is Love

Freedom is love
There is no eternal independence other than living in love
Dusk and a cup of coffee led me to a miss
In the carefree carnival of seven dozen in my village
In the shouting of independence, the boys were bare-chested while running red and white with their hands on their hands
Twilight and a cup of coffee lead me to love without pause
I already fell in love with the rain and dusk on this archipelago earth
In Indonesia with Pancasila and Unity in Diversity if it is so alive
In the arms of love, Indonesia is always alive and independent without a pause in my heart
There was a little dust and mud splashing red and white on the way
But I'm raining with love that is always ready to make it clean and smile again
Because freedom is love

#GreetingsCopyFullPoetry
@caksudi_Sang Kavya Bayu Pavana









Sudiyanto, usually called Cak Sudi. The poet born in Sumenep on March 9, who now lives in Bekasi. The poet, educator, and researcher who is a lover of coffee, history, literature, and culture is active in several organizations and communities, including as Chairman of the National Heritage (Purnama Sastra Loka) Nusantara, Chairperson of the Kasepuhan Large Family Unit (KKBK) of West Java, Banten, Kab. Bekasi, Member of the Oral Tradition Association (ATL), etc. Published 21 books both fiction and non-fiction. His latest poem book "Sebait Senja" (CMN, 2018), is now preparing his new book. Can be contacted at sudisajalah@gmail.com.

64 Toni Kahar: Exclamation of a Hero in School : Nostalgia for Lessons in School

Exclamation of a Hero in School
: Nostalgia for Lessons in School

In the green walled school building
I looked at the dark past
About Allahu Akbar
That sentence is like piercing a cloud
Hope the rain of grace comes from God
Remember if there is blood
Who painted history in Indonesian soil?

Who wants to fight
If not fought first.
Take the land
Seizing sovereignty
Depriving indigenous lives.
Fighting is not foolishness
If in the sense of defending the country.

In the school building, under the shadow of coconut trees
Which is already peaceful.
I breathe fresh air, but
I have goosebumps on my hair
Respond to the anxious who came
When the teacher told me about Heroes

Hey kid
sweet taste of life in the modern era huh?
As sweet as dumbek when the earth was held
But you don't know how tired it is to make it

The journey of this country is still long
It could be that independence will be taken back
It depends on who is holding it.
Don't forget the history of the blood, son.
Although
On one side the rain that is falling is bringing grace
But the other side
Slowly draw blood on the ground will disappear
The river is taken to the river

The hero has advised
"Don't forget the dark history
Where is Bung Karno and his friends
Fight with a strong grip on faith. "

Exclaimed my teacher at that time
My body shook
The sound of bell blows
Even incarnated boom boom
The sound of my friend's feet could be heard
Like the sound of invaders' shoes.
Recess
I sat alone in the front seat
The shadow remained in the pre-independence era.
Rembang 2019



Toni Kahar, Born in Sumenep, December 3, 2019. Active in the ATAP Literature Community and SAKA Sarang Rembang, Chief Editor of al-Hibr Magazine STAI Al-Anwar. Currently studying at PP. Al-Anwar Sarang Rembang. Some of his works, Poetry, Short Stories, and Reviews have been published in Media Online, and his kumcer book is manifested as "Slingshots and Birds in a Sour Tree" (FAM, 2019)

65. Syahriannur Khaidir August and Red and White scents

August and Red and White scents

August and red and white fragrance
You smile while holding your chest
Either wound
Either sorrow
I don't want to ask
Defend poverty
Freeing foolishness
Free
O warrior
Stay close together
Until it's red
Until white
No longer lumbering hold groaning
Sampang, July 2019

66. Sukma Putra Permana: Independence day records

Independence day records

"What is independence, sir?"
Asked a little boy to his father
with a piece of bamboo scavenging through a pile of garbage
the remnants of the festive celebration of Indonesian Independence last night
in a corridor of the capital's township.
The father just smiled as he looked briefly at his son
then continue the work of sorting through trash
then put it in a plastic bag carried by the child.

"What is independence, sir?"
The boy repeated his question.
His father seemed not to care, still engrossed in picking garbage.
However, a moment later the father stopped from his busy schedule
then pensive for a moment and seemed to realize something.
He suddenly shouldered his plastic sack
and grabbed the child's arm
took him away from that place.
While half running following his father
the little boy asked again
"Are we free, sir?"
August 2019

67 Iwan Bonick : Today is August 1, 2019

Today is August 1, 2019

Coincides with the beginning of the month of Indonesian Independence

The Red and White Saka
Has flown
Tied tightly at the end of the bamboo of the former Agustusan flagpole last year

The color has faded a little
Still flying
And bring word
About those who sprawl
Because you want to stand tall
Not because of hunger
Especially for merchants
Who forgets the roots

And U.S
Raise your fist
Shouts of "Merdeka"

"Freedom" is not a question
"Freedom" is not asked
"Freedom" is not a question

"Independent"
Be truly independent

Thursday Pahing, 1 August 2019
Kp Teluk Angsan Bekasi

68 Emby Bharezhy Boleng Metha: The Proclamator's Footprint

The Proclamator's Footprint

Ende,
Isolated flower island
Is a small Soenda
Standing between three volcanoes
In the swift currents of the Indonesian Ocean currents
and the depth of the sawu sea

Ende,
In the body of your soul
I remember a name,
The name of the Indonesian proclaimer

1934, at that time
Jan Van Riebeeck moored in an old pier
After a few days sailing, against the ferocious blue storm

Then,
You put your feet
With your mother, your wife,
and your adopted child
That day also,
You made the beginning of the story
From the story of your exile

Foreign,
Maybe the word is worth saying
Because there are no relatives, here
Nor are the natives
But prisoners only
However,
You are not broken direction

Time elapsed
The days are running properly
Seconds, minutes, to hours
Also began to be friends

Now
The spy has seen your presence
The ears have heard you coming
Why are you still pondering?

1938, four years later
You make the end of your story of exile, here
On hard ground, full of tolerance between people

Tears are falling
Cultivate the flowers of sadness
Real depicted in spies
Witnessed your departure

~ Words
East 2019

69. Alhendra Dy Painting of Independence

Painting of Independence

I want to paint furiously
On a canvas made from soul skin
I will shed blood for red
Then I mashed the bones to white
Bile for black
A dream for her ashes.

I want this painting already
Even though the mind is sore
Let it be born in poignant scaffolding
I want you to understand
That I'm holding a grudge
Not sad.

I have to finish it
While breathing is left
In order to die calmly
And regret does not move
Then,
I hang in the highest arasy
A form of evidence,
That is great
Need sweat need tears
Not puja
Not praise.

Later enjoy strong
Cast me to the bottom of servitude
Meskipum never mind awakening
Because,
In every bloodstream
Still there is pride there is hypocrisy.

Jambi, Bangko July 31 2019

Alhendra Dy, aged 48, is a resident of the village of Bangko-Merangin-Jambi. Since 1990 they have been willing to dedicate their age to art and art. The caretaker of the Merangin Kreativ art gallery. His poetry is spread in various anthologies, both single and together.

70. Meita: A handful of Independence Prayers

A handful of Independence Prayers


Upright,
Although now the cry of independence is not as red as before
Although the rush of rousing did not happen at that time
But blood is still red, and spirit is still growing

Shabby,
Fabric flag on the height of the pole
It will not prevent millions of prayers
For the establishment of a great beloved nation Indonesia

Take a look
Footsteps still echoed
The song of victory is so perfect
And hope will always be there

My bow
On the creator miss
It will smell nice of your name
In every heart of your inhabitants ... my Indonesia


Meita, or commonly called Mey, is a person who has a hobby of writing since around 2012 ago. The ideas of his writings are contained in his Facebook notes. His interest in poetry is because by poetry we can channel all emotions, sadness, happiness through scribbles which incidentally can entertain readers.

71. Sudarmono: Dignity Travel

Dignity Travel

Maybe I was thrown
on the lips of millennial century
down a silent hallway
crystallized in a crowded world

I'm not complacent
city noise that appears
no sign of anything
until peace turns anger

I feel we have an essential reason
for capital to earn a fortune
ignored self-respect anymore
depraved dignity to death

This is the name of travel history
among a group of people
to analyze the forms of civilization
failed ancestral message in sublime intentions

North Tambun, July 16, 2019









Sudarmono / Raden Mas Sudarmono, born in Bantul Yogyakarta 11 October 1963, art began in high school and when he joined the Yogyakarta Dynasty Theater, the Bantul Theater Society and the Indonesian People's Theater Group, PMK activists reject poetry. These social writings were widely published in regional and national newspapers , while his poetry writings are widely recorded with other Nusantara Poets, to this day he is still listed as a Member of the Board of the Bekasi Regency Arts Council, Literature and Theater Committee, author's work and works in the Tambut Bekasi Mendut Community

72. M Dhaun El Firdaus : For the sake of blood

For the sake of blood

In the dark before me
Accompanied by the dry wind
Memories leaning on the shoulders of the past
History tells the story of your struggle of grief

Not just a fairytale
About you strung together beautiful narration
The sincerity of love tells a story
Implies the meaning of true sacrifice

Treasure, family you are willing to leave
Sweat, you shed blood
For the sake of preserving the motherland
Shortly after independence was declared

The battle is not over yet
Still free to act
Even slander still ranks
Real enemies camouflage in cyberspace

For the sake of the blood that runs through my body
On behalf of the Beloved, the Eternal
I continued to defend the independence of truth
I aim for belief with "Death to heaven, victorious!"
Kebumen, August 1, 2019

73. Rg Bagus Warsono: I'm ashamed

I'm ashamed

When we teach there are 27 provinces
The next day how embarrassed the teacher turned out to be 26 provinces.
When a veteran proudly shows a shooting mark
talk excitedly with invalid legs
wall full of photos
memurura award
keep the uniform of pride
lots of memories,
then patting his chest 'because of who if not us
desperate tomorrow
they are no longer proud of the republic.
and my heart says:
You're not a hero, just a loser.
Indramayu, 11-09-19

Kilas Balik Sastra Indonesia 2019 (2)

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Komunitas aktif masih terlihat pada komunitas-komunitas nasional lama seperti Puisi Menolak Korupsi (Solo), Warung Apresiasi (Bulungan), TIM, Negeri Poci (Tegal) , Dapur Sastra (Jakarta) Lumbung Puisi ( Indramayu), Yayasan Hari Puisi Bekasi , Tembi Solo, Kindai Sastra (Banjarbaru), Bengkel Sastra Taman Maluku (Semarang), dan lain-lain.

Kegairahan pelaku sastra itu tampaknya juga semu seakan hanya untuk mengisi kegiatan ini dapat dilihat dari pada berita yang ditimbulkan kurang mendapat komentar dari masyarakat pecinta sastra. Meski belum bisa dikatakan bosan, mereka yang kita sebut sebagai pejuang-pejuang sastra itu patut mendapat acungan jempol karena merekalah yang memelihara sastra Indonesia.

Dalam tahun panas ternyata juga melahirkan banyak puisi yang di terbitkan dalam bentuk antologi baik tunggal maupun bersama. Puisi yang terbit dalam antologi-antologi itu belum mendapat sambutan masyarakat. Ini disebabkan juga karena perhatian masyarakat yang mau tidak mau digiring ke dalam wacana politik negeri ini.

g. komunitas

Hoax menjadi trend utama negeri, puisi pun banyak yang tercipta bertema melawan hoax, namun juga tetap tak mampu menggelegar sehebat hoax. (Bersamung . Rg Bagus Warsono Kilas Balik Sastra Indonesia 2019)

Kilas Balik sastra Indonesia 2019

2019 di Sisi Penyair:

Puisi Indonesia terus bergolak mengiringi tahun politik bangsa ini, seakan menjadi saksi sekaligus pelaku politik yang terlibat bersama sama rakyat untuk menentukan masa depan negeri ini. Penyair Indonesia dengan bahasanya menjadi saksi utama di tahun yg menentukan itu.

Gonjang ganjing peristiwa politik menjadikan perubahan pada karya karya penyair Indonesia. Yang acuh tak acuh disebut penyair buta tuli. Yang berpihak disebut penyair salah kaprah, dan yang independen disebut penyair tak punya pendirian atau penyair bingung (istilah penulis)

Rupanya perubahan itu menjadi menjadi ragamnya karya cipta puisi di tahun 2019. Karya-karya tersebut jelas tidak menjadi universal atau menjadi karya yang agung. Disamping ragamnya yang beraneka iklim negara ini tak membuat karya cipta melahirkan yang agung
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Puisi puisi penyair oleh para penyair di 2019 yang penulis istilahkan di atas hanya sebatas menyindir, lempar batu, separo hujat dan sepro puji, kebingungan dan juga potret tragedi yang terabaikan dari hiruk pikuk ramainya isu politik .

Penulis tidak menyoroti karya untuk hal suasana panasnya suhu politik tetapi akan menyoroti beberapa karya penyair yang patut mendapat apresiasi tinggi yaitu penyair dan puisi yang jeli melihat sisi yang dilupakan dan ditinggalkan di sudut negeri di sudut peristiwa.
Di awal tahun 2019 hingga pertengahan puisi puisi tercipta dalam
kelahirannya termasuk kegiatan yang mengiringinya tak mendapat respon dari masyarakat. Keadaan ini disebabkan banyaknya isu hoax yang ramai dimasyarakat. Tak jarang puisi 2019 seperti pelaku pelaku politik semua hanya 'pencitraan . Bersambung ! (Rg Bagus Warsono kilas balik sastra Indonesia 2019)

Pertemuan itu Seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah, (10)

Semoga dapat berkunjung kembali,

Daerah yang baru di injak penyair kadang membuat kesan tersendiri, Wajar para penyair adalah orang-orang yang suka berkelana dan berpergian. Tempat yang berkesan adalah sumber inspirasi cipta.

Harapannya semoga dapat berkunjung kembali bila masih ada temu. Jika Tuhan menghenfdaki, jika ada kemauan dan jika konsekwen dalam perkataan dan perbuatan serta jika berniat baik. Kita bisa bertemu dengan teman-teman yang baik dan betul-betul penyair yang mengerti penyair.

Evaluasi terus dilakukan untuk pertemuan Kecil Lumbung Puisi selanjutnya. Menatap tahun 2020 kita harus lebih bagus lagi garapannya. Dukunhgan sahabat dan doa restu semuanya akan terwujud. Tentu hanya dari orang-orang yang memegang komitmen jati dirinya sebagai penyair.

(rg bagus warsono, 23-12-2019)

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(9)

Tak Ada Ular Salak,

Setelah puas dikebun kami sekaligus bersilaturahim sesama peserta, kami bersiap-siap untuk pulang kerumah- masing-masing. Dikebun ternyata tak ada ular salak yang ditakuti peserta, kecuali duri pohon salak. Alhamdulillah tidak ada yang tertusuk duri ada juga yang tertusuk cinta. "Ya Cinta di Kebun Salak".

Setelah acara penutupan kami makan siang dan bersiap-siap pulang. Seakan ingin lama-lama berada di Rumah Mbak Anisah Ibu . Bukan karena pete gorengnya tetapi suasana sejuk itu yang membuat para penyair betah tingal di situ.

Satu per satu penyair pulang ke rumah masing-masing, kecuali Mas Hadi Lempe dan teman seperjalanan yang malah tidur berlama-lama di kebon salak. Tak ada gadis desa di kampung itu, mungkin ia ketemu dengan putri salak di kebun .

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(8)

Salak Ludes sampai satu petak

Salak bagi Mbak Anisah Ibu adalah 'ingon-ingon yang dirawat sejak berbunga. Perawatan buah yang rutin dan rajin. menyatikan pejantan ban bakal buah.

Namun pada tanggal 22 Desember itu sepetak ludes oleh penyair. Salak diberiak sebagai oleh-oleh dan dipetik siapa saja yang menjadi tamunya.

Seperti barang siapa mensodakohkan harta bendanya Allah akan melipatgandakan rezekinya. Doa kami semua semoga Kaliurang menjadi subur dan mensejahterakan petani di sana termasuk penyair petani salak.

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(7)

Antologi Tari Soreng

Antalogi Tari Soreng karya Anisah Ibu menjadi acara utama, Antologi yang telah kami kata pengantari ini adalah mode antologi dengan promosi kearifan lokal sehingga nama buku dan penyairnya melekat dengan nilai-nilai kerarifal lokal yang ada dan tak pernah lekang dari sejarah zaman. Buku dan nama penyairnya cepat terkenal.

Peluncuran pun dilaksanakan dengan cara sederhana dan langsung pada saat itu sah dihadiri oleh penerima (calon pembaca buku) dari berbagai unsur spt : pelajar, guru, mahasiswa, tokoh pendidikan , media, dan pengusaha.

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(6)

Ada Salak Dihatimu

Duri itu hanya kulit luarnya sebagai pencegah bahaya, kulit kedua pelindung diri,dan isi Masya Allah, putihnya bukan main. Salak perlambang keaguingan Tuhan. Dan betapa kagumnya lagi ketika yang putih itu ternyata manis dan segar!

Cerminan penyair ada di buah salak, ada dihatimu, ada Salak Dihatimu, ternyata tulisan adalah wujud luarnya namun hatinya putih suci.

Sebuah pembelajaran ilmiah para penyair di Kebun Salak, dan aku belajar dari karya Allah itu , ia memberi tahu pada kita.

Semua penyair Lumbung Puisi ibarat putih jernihnya salak, duri dan kulit yang tajam dikupas sebelum dimakan. Mereka tanpa pamrih tanpa terpaksa dan ikhlas datang ke pertemuan dengan riang gembira.

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(5

Hadirnya para sesepuh penyair

Kegiatan Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi di Rumah Anisah tetap dalam ayoman para sesepuh penyair Lumbung Puisi, kami semua peserta merasa tenang karena telah hadir Mas Wardjito Soeharso dan Mas Imam Subagyo dua orang penyair yang juga alim ulama yang cukup dihormati . Tentu saja ketenangan itu juga karena ada Bapak Rahmadi, suami dari Anisah Ibu yang juga adalah tokoh pendidikan di desa Kaliurang. Tak kalah tenangnya kami juga ditunggui Mas Bayu Aji Anwari seorang ulama dan penhyair kharismatik Semarang yang juga adalah keluarga Gus Dur. Mereka semua membawa berkah bagi kami dan kesuksesan acara ini.

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(4)

Semua Membaca Puisi,

Acara yang mudur satu setengah jam karena mati lampu tak menggoyahkan semangat baca puisi. Sampai 12,.30 baca puisi berturut-turut ditampilkan. Penonton pun tak beranjak dari tempatnya. Mbak Anisah Ibu sampai menyuruh pulang anak didiknya karena sampai larut malam, beberapa tokoh masyarakat dan warga banyak yang masih tetap menyaksikan. Di luar gedung tokoh2 masyarakat petanu salah, aparat desa dan bahkan keamanan turut menyaksikan teriakkan para penyair baca puisi.

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(3)

Sicatik slalu ada di Lumbung Puisi,

Pertemuan Kecil Lumbung Puisi kali ini yang kecil juga tak pernah sepi dari penyair-penyair cantik. Sebut saja Indri Yuswandari, Bunga Awanglong, Diyah Patean, Tri Hadini Ok, dan belasan cantik yang belum kami kenal juga beberapa dari mahasiswa yang pastinya cantik.

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(2)

Hadirnya dukungan yang tidak terduga

Temu Kecil Lumbung Pusi ternyata adalah pertemuan yang sangat menggembitran karena dengan tak terduga sebelumnya kami kehadiran sahabat baru yang masih muda-muda dan penuh kreatif. Sahabat Hadi Lempe ,seorang penyair dan pimpinan redaksi Gaguda Nitizen Jawa Tengah, menghadirkan belasan pecinta sastra dari civitas akademika Universitas Negeri Malang.

Mereka anak-anak muda itu sungguh mengagumkan dengan menampilkan musikalisasi puisi dan baca puisi yang sangat mengagumkan dan menuai apresiasi tinggi dari sekitar 100 penonton di gedung Pertemuan Petani Salak desa Kaliurang Srumbung itu.

Kehadiran yang tak diduga-duga itu juga kami kedatangan sahabat lama yang merasa peduli dan simpati kepada kami mereka adalah penyair Bunga Awanglong, Josua Igho, Enthieh Mudakir, dua penyair muda dari tasikmalaya, Si Cantik Diyah Patean, dan belasan penyair yang belum kenal denganku. Sungguh suatu kenikmatan yang tiada tara dariMu,

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(1)

Pertemuan itu seni, Temu Kecil Lumbung Puisi Kebun Salak di Rumah Anisah : ,(1)

Tak ada yang menghalangi kebaikan jika Allah telah memutuskan :

Temu kecil sebelumnya digoyang sedikit, seperti memasak sayur, digoyang agar lebih sedap,

Lokasi yang jauh dan medan yang lumayan adalah perjuangan yang tak entenh bagi pengendara mobil atau sepeda motor. Namun sekali lagi tidak ada yang menghalango bila Allah menentekan harus bertemu.

Mati strum listrim sore hari menyebabkan keraguan pada semua, namun kegigihan Mbak Anisah Ibu untuk tekan memanfaatkan pertemuan itu memutuskan tetap dilaksanakan meskipun diusahakan dengan jengset. Namun betapa bersyukunya ketika tiba=tiba saja lampu menyala terang dan kami semua berangkat ke Gedung pertemuan tempat dimana Pertemuan Petani Salak di dusun jrakah desa Kaliurang Srumbung yang megah bagi ukuran kelompok tani.

'Bibit Bawang itu 'Ditarang,

Sarapan Pagi,

'Bibit Bawang itu 'Ditarang,

Menbuat diri unggul itu perlu digantung dipanasi seperti bibit bawang merah 'ditarang. Ditarang artinya digantung untuk slalu hangat dan tidak lembab. Petani yang membuat bibit bawang tradisional biasanya menarang bawang bibit itu dengan menggantung ikatan pocongan bawang pada bambu yang ditaruh di ruang dapur yang menggunakan pembakaran kayu. Ada juga yang menggantung bibit bawang itu di .blandongan (bangunan penyimpanan atau tempat tersendiri di sekitar rumah).
Sebuah filosofi unik untuk mendapatkan bibit unggul. Artinya seseorang yang ingin menjadi benih unggul harus melampoi tahapan tahapan seperti bibit bawang itu.

Mula bawang dengan usia panen yang cukup disortir untuk dipilih yang memiliki sebuah siung bukan bawang yang beranak. Artinya bawang itu terbungkus dalam satu kelopak daun, dan terlihat tunggal. biasanya disebut bawang tunggal atau bawang sesiung.  Kemudian bawang dibersihkan untuk kemudian ditarang hingga musiom tanam tahun berikutnya.

Penyair dengan seleksi alam yang cukup hebat ini pasti akan menjadi bibit unggul yang lahirkankarya produktif dan bermuti seperti bibit bawang.

Bibit bawang belum ditanam saja harganya bisa 5 sampai 10 kali lipat harga bawang biasa. Jadi ternyata seorang penyair lahir denga mutu yang tersendiri yang kemudian melalui tahapan mengasah diri membentuk bibit yang unggul dan melahirkan karya yang produktif dan bermutu (Rg Bagus Warsono, 7-12-2019)

Temu Kecil sastrawan Indonesia di Rumah Anisah

Bermula Membaca Puisi Tidak Dibayar

Adalah WS Rendra , penyair Indonesia perintis baca puisi Indonesia yang memasukan baca puisi kedalam dunia intertain. Ia memulai kariernya dengan membaca tanpa dibayar. Lambat laun namanya makin populair sebagai artis baca puisi Indonesia terpopulair saat itu. Ia membaca puisi tanpa dibayar di depan anggota DPR/MPR . Namun tak lama kemudian Ia kerap kali diundang dan dibayar 1- 4 jt rupiah untuk pembacaan puisi tunggal (tidak bersama-sama penyair lain) di Yogyakarta, Bandung, Jakarta, Semarang, Surabaya, Jember, Malang, Banyuwangi, Pangkalpinang, Tembilahan, Bandarlampung, Tasikmalaya, Pontianak, Sukabumi, Medan, Tegal, Ujungpandang, Manado, Rotterdam, Leiden, Den Haag, Aachen, Berlin, Koln, Frankfurt, Luneberg, Bremen, Hanburg, Sydney, Canberra, Amellbourne, Adelaide, Perth, New Delhi, Bhopal, Trivandrum, Kuala Lumpur, Kota Kinabalu, Kuala Terengganu, Kota Bharu, Malacca, Bandar Seri Begawan, New York, Tokyo, Kyoto, Hiroshima, Leuven, Brussel, StocKholm, Paris, juga Praha.

Kadang penyair kesana kemari membuang ongkos hanya untuk tampil baca puisi. Boro-boro dibayar, diongkosin pun tidak. Tetapi kegigihan dan keiklasan penyair itu patut kita hargai. Karena itu patut kita saksikan penampilannya sebagai bentuk penghargaan kita pada penyair.

Melihat karier WS Rendra demikian itu, jangan menyepelekan pembaca puisi 'gratisan . Kelak suatu saat jika penampilanmu bagus memukau penonton dan menarik serta isi puisi karyamu membumi kelak Anda akan dihargai seperti Rendra. Amien.

(rg bagus warsono)

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