Asep Muhlis : Dari Corona Atawa Mahkota

6.Asep Muhlis :

Dari Corona Atawa Mahkota


Andai suatu saat tak dapat berjabat tangan
ketahuilah, aku telah lebih dulu
menjabat lirikan dan senyummu

Dan kerlingmu menggelayut
kadang berkepak, kadang menukik
berkelindan di dada dan ingatan
aku bertahan dalam kepayahan
yang kusesap tak bersudah

Walau suatu saat tak dapat menggam tanganku
bukankah kita telah saling menggenggam rindu
dengan sangat hati-hati
agar tak retak selamanya

Maafkan aku,
dulu sering tak lekas cuci muka,
setiap usai bertandang ke rumahmu
lantaran takut bayang wajahmu
hanyut oleh air bermuatan nafsu
maka biarlah mengendap
bersama garam susah-payahku

Tak perlu aneh, kini orang-orang
memberi nama badai, jasad renik jahat,
atau penyakit dengan nama yang indah
lebih puitis dari penyair
mungkin karena kini
penyair kurang doyan bahasa bunga


Entahlah, mari kita rajin mencuci tangan
agar tak ada selera untuk mengutip
berkumur untuk tak terpapar kenyinyiran
membasuh muka dari memandang yang tak senonoh

Serupa mahkota bunga yang ditopang kelopak
kau adalah keindahan
dan aku harus sanggup melindungi

Serang, 13 Maret 2020


Ninja Ngantor

Senin dini hari, gigil menyergap
di depan meja penerima tamu, dua orang petugas
menyergap setiap pegawai yang datang
menodongkan alat pengukur suhu tubuh
sinar merah berkedip di jidat.
Beruntung, alat pencatat kehadiran elektronik
dengan mendekatkan retina mata dan wajah,
andai harus menempelkan sidik jari
boleh jadi akan pada menghindar, menjauh,
layaknya bertemu orang berpenyakit kudis

Kesibukan menyergap, semua jadwal berubah
kegiatan baru lebih deras, lebih cepat
dengan resiko sulit diduga
blangko teknik tersaji, masih kosong
kerentanan bagai mengusir gerombolan lebah
ini hari pertama maklumat diberlakukan
kalender saat itu menunjukan 16 Maret 2020.
Entah hari beku, entah hari  mendidih, entah hari limbung
pase baru yang belum dialami sebelumnya

Dikeluarkan botol antiseptik
masker diwajah belum dibuka
hidup serupa bajingan
selalu siap senjata dan penutup wajah.

Batuk ditakuti, bersin ditakuti,
tombol lift dicurigai, tarikan pintu dicurigai,
kran air diwaspadai, pipa pegangan di selasar diprasagkai.
Layaknya pasangan yang telah tersakiti
semua prilaku dan bahasa tubuh dicurigai
bahkan semua benda diwaspadai.
hidup yang aneh telah dimulai
menjadi intelejen dadakan, tanpa analisa.

 (Oh..bukan, bukan begitu,
kehati-hatian yang ketat memang begitu konsekwensinya)

Pikiran terus berlari, membayangkan keadaan di luar kantor
mungkin bangku taman akan dicurigai,
kursi tunggu diwaspadai,

peralatan makan di restoran ditakuti, kursi bioskop ditakuti
virus corona yang sangat kecil dan tak terlihat
lebih menakutkan dari gendoruwo yg konon raksasa

Kepanikan yang serius
membuat logika tak jalan,
keakraban rontok, keyakinan terlupakan.
Lantas, dilihat lagi botol hand sanitizer
diraba lagi masker di wajah
kalender di atas meja nampak lesu.

(Di sisi lain pikiran menjadi jinak dan lindap ;
"mari kita junjung kehati-hatian,
hanya pengorbanan kecil, berupa menahan diri" )

Sejurus kemudian, ada iri yang mendadak terbit
melihat seseorang  sering mendatangi kran air
berwudhu dengan seksama
mampu menyisihkan dua rakaat ke dua rakaat
sebelum kerja, pada jam kerja, bahkan pada hening malam
ia nampak begitu tenang, anteng
melakukan yang disukainya.
Ia selalu menyempurnakan wudhunya
memelihara wudhu dari waktu ke waktu
dari kegiatan ke kegiatan

Ternyata air tidak hanya memadamkan api
tapi mampu memadamkan kobaran gelisah
dan kecemasan
Ialah air ajaib yang diberkati
Serang, 17 Maret 2020

Keterangan ;
anteng=(Bahasa Daerah; Sunda) = tenang, asik
antiseptik=(Inggris ; antiseptic ) ; senyawa kimia yang digunakan untuyk membunuh atau menghambat pertumbuhan mikroorganisma pada jaringan yang hidup, seperti pada kulit, rongga mulut
hand sanitizer =pembersih tangan, cairan atau pasta yang umumnya untuk mengurangi zat/jasad renik penyebab penyakit




Asep Muhlis, lahir di Ciamis- Jawa Barat, 21 Januari 1963
Pernah belajar di IKIP Bandung
Tinggal di Kota Serang – Banten
Puisinya dimuat dalam ;
Antologi puisi bersama MENYERUAK, penerbit D3M Kail, Jakarta, 2018
Antologi puisi bersama DARI NEGERI BAHARI , penerbit Kosa Kata Kita (KKK), Jakarta, 2018
Antologi puisi bersama CINTAMU KUJAGA, penerbit D3M Kail, Jakarta, 2018
Antologi puisi bersama REMAH RINDU, penerbit D3M Kail, Jakarta, 2019
Kumpulan Pentigraf WANITA GURU BANGSA, penerbit D3M Kail, Jakarta 2019
Antologi puisi bersama KOMANDAN, penerbit D3M Kail, Jakarta, 2019
Antologi puisi bersama NEGERI PENYAIR, Forum Silaturahmi Penyair Lintas Daerah Nusantara, Jogjakarta, 2019
Antologi Puisi Gila Penyair Indonesia WONG KENTHIR, Lumbung Puisi Sastrawan Indonesia Edisi Spesial, penerbit Penebar Media Utama, Yogyakarta, 2020

Arif Abdil Bar, : Aku , Kau & Corona

5.Arif Abdil Bar, :

Aku , Kau & Corona


Jalani hari di dalam
Seakan selalu malam
Membuat hati terbenam
Sosokmu kian temaram
Akibat Corona yang mencekam

Namun aku menyadari itu hanya awan hitam
Namun aku menyadari kau terasa kelam
Akibat Corona yang mencekam

Tapi senyummu tetap tajam
Bersinar bak bohlam
Disana aku bersemayam
Kau usir Corona dan semacam
Ahirnya ku katakan pada Corona, wassalam,
Padamu welcome...

Probolinggo, 21/03/2020

Maya Ofifa Kristianti : Mestinya malam ini

4.Maya Ofifa Kristianti :

Mestinya malam ini


Mestinya malam ini
Aku mengunjungimu
Di bumi mina tani, bukit gunung wungkal, di rumahmu yang kini

Mestinya malam ini
Ku tabur mawar di peraduanmu
Ku lafadzkan ayat alquran
Ku senandungkan dzikir
Ku peluk nisanmu, sambil mengenang masa dulu

Papa, negeri kita sedang terkena bencana
Ada virus baru yang bernama corona, yang bisa menyerang siapa saja, tanpa pilih nama

Maafkan papa
Kami tak bisa ke mana
Bukan karena kami takut corona
Tetapi lebih karena waspada

Mestinya malam ini
Aku mengunjungimu, tidak lewat online seperti yang pemerintah mau.


Maya Ofifa, Ibu rumah tangga
Senang membaca puisi. Dari semarang.

.Sutarso : Protes di Darurat Corona

3.Sutarso :

Protes di Darurat Corona


"Daripada panik,
 tidak lebih baik piknik
 dengan
 bermungkinmungkin
 mesti kemungkinannya
 jauh dari mungkin?
 Bukankah mungkin
 dan tidak mungkin
 punya nasibnya
 masing masing, diriku?
 Mungkin juga, yang di
 bawah ini mungkin:
 Mungkin,
 kita pernah bilang, 'Dia
 tidak tidur' tapi kita
 kucingkucingan di
 hadapan-Nya?
 Mungkin,
 kita pernah bersumpah
 'pantang ngadali teman
 padahal menipu teman jadi
 komoditi andalan?
 Mungkin,
 kita pandai teriakkan hidup
 bersih, kedodoran di
 perilaku bersih.
 Mungkin,
 kita ingin sehat tapi pola
 hidup kita tidak sehat.
 Mungkin,  kita suka
 menasehati
 tapi tidak suka dinasehati.
 Mungkin,
 kita pernah mengaku sakit
 tapi tidak berpenyakit.
 Mungkin,
 kita bilang 'enak
 tinggal di  rumah sendiri'
 nyatanya betah
 di penginapan mewah.
 Mungkin,
 anak kita belajarnya
 garuk kepala terus
 tapi harus
 nilai raportnya bagus.
 Mungkin,
 ada di antara kita
 yang bicara keras hubungan antar lawan jenis mesti ada batas
dia sendiri di luar batas?
Sausapor, 14 Maret 2020

M. Muchdlorul Faroh : Dipaksa Libur

2.M. Muchdlorul Faroh :

Dipaksa Libur


dilihat sekilas kau nampak garam
pemerintahpun kau buat
ketar ketir ketakutan
wabahmu sempat getarkan dunia
sekolah sekolahpun ikut jadi dampak
kau paksa kami berpisah dengan guru
kau buat jeda antara aku dan teman bertemu
dan harus menunggu selama 2 pekan
tuk melebur rindu
pagiku sekarang hanyalah antara aku, jalan sepi, dan kopi yang mulai mendingin
sudah tak ada lagi teman yang membuat riuh
tak ada lagi guru yang bersenandung lama
dan tak ada lagi papan tulis yang belepotan oleh tinta
darimu aku harus berpisah dengan sekolah
dan dipaksa libur tuk ngangsu kaweruh

Supianoor : Semua Siaga Semua Berjaga

1. Supianoor :

Semua Siaga Semua Berjaga

Bermula di Wuhan negerinya tirai bambu
Ratusan bahkan ribuan orang tergelapar tak sadarkan diri
Suhu badan meningkat bahkan banyak  yang wafat
Kemudian menyebar dan beterbangan ke penuru dunia
Eropa,asia,aprika tak luput dari serangannya
Tak terkecuali nusantara kita Indonesia tercinta

Semua rakyat siaga
Dari Presiden hingga rakyat jelata
Mulai istana hingga emper rumahan
Mereka diskusi  tentang wabah yang satu ini
Dari Jakarta hingga pelosok negeri
Semua siaga semua beraga
Dengan peralatan dengan gaya kehidupan
Tanah Bumbu, Maret 2019





1.Supianoor dilahirkan di Kusan Hulu, sebuah kecamatan yang berada di pelosok Kalimantan Selatan pada tanggal 1 Juli 1969. Puisi-puisinya terdapat dalam antologi bersama Buitenzorg Bogor Dalam Puisi Penyair Nusantara (2017), Berbagi Kebahagiaan (2019), Surak Sumampai (2019)Sekarang bertugas sebagai Kepala SMPN 4 Kusan Hulu. Bisa dihubungi di no Hp/WA 081348562835 atau E-mail smpn2kusanHulu@yahoo.com

Lumbung Puisi Mencatat Peristiwa Negeri ini yang terserang Corona melalui Antologi Puisi Karya Penyair Indonesia

Perjalanan Merdeka, Antologi Puisi Internasional oleh Penyair Indonesia dan Luar Negeri

1. Matthew Isaac Cohen Suluk Topeng

1.

Matthew Isaac Cohen

Suluk Topeng

Translated by Matthew Isaac Cohen

The poem below is an example of aesthetic theory and lyric theology from Java (Indonesia). It is a meditation on the philosophy of appearance in relation to performance. The text originates from Cirebon, a coastal area of Java’s west coast that is known for its lively folk arts and ancient mystical traditions. The redaction I translate here is from an early nineteenth century manuscript compiled by a mosque official known as ‘Abdul Kahar and Sultan Adiwijaya of the royal house of Kacerbonan.
  The nominal subject of the poem is topeng, the mask theatre or mask dance, a popular daytime entertainment filled with comedy and exciting dancing performed to the accompaniment of gamelan music. Sometimes a series of dances with comic interludes is performed, less often a story is enacted. (The poem refers to the character of Pekik Anom, also known as Jaka Pekik, the eponymous hero of a play titled Jaka Pekik or Jaka Menyawak.) Cognate traditions of topeng exist elsewhere in Java, as well as in the neighbouring islands of Bali and Madura.
Topeng is likened in the poem to the third stage on the mystical path to enlightenment— kakekat, which means Truth or Reality. The poem speaks vividly on an allegorical level – contemplating the theatrical apparatus provides perspective, in Kenneth Burke’s usage, upon relations with the Divine. It is the third of a suite of mystical poems or suluk dealing with performance—the first compares shadow puppetry with Law, the second compares animal dances in full-body costumes to The Path and the fourth compares the female social dancer to Seeing God. The unifying scheme structuring the suite is that the less mediation there is between the animator and the object of performance, the closer one gets to Divine Union.
The suite of poems exists in multiple manuscript copies in major collections, and is well known to scholars of Javanese literature, though it has yet to be translated into English as a whole. I have translated and provided an extensive commentary on the first of the suite (Suluk Wayang) elsewhere. Someday I hope to translate the work as a whole.

***

Topeng appears at mid-day
though this is but a symbol.
It is actually kakekat
artfully ensconced in the form of topeng.

The performer and the object of performance can be said to be one and the same.
There is nothing else.
But there is still concealment.
On the face, there is a mask as wrana [screen, pretext, substitute, representation]

Kakekat, because it is candid, masquerades as ignorance,
on the face of things.
Genuinely swift motion has yet to occur.
That is the way of kakekat in art.

My creation in the mask art
Is the ability to transform.
The performer is invisible.
It is the mask that attracts attention.

Then the performer returns and changes his mask.
Things get increasingly mixed up.
It’s as if one does not know or has
forgotten that the performer doing the mask dance has bodily substance.

The excellent mask performance I do not attribute to the performer.
Mouth wide open, the neck gets sore from looking
At the masked performer representing Pekik Anom.
I consider this not as the performer.

One recalls that it is a performer doing the mask dance
when one sees
him change his mask to impersonate a woman,
very attractive and eye-pleasing.

Then the performer, that crazed pig, picks up
and changes into another mask
He’s like a ferocious demon and people [watching] make a move,
intending to strike him as they perceive this to be not the performer.

Most of those watching the mask performance go home.
I do not look
at the face. What is visible,
what is given to ponder, is the performer in my own self.

Like when the performer himself does mask dance,
what is then also visible
are not two masks indeed.
I cannot discuss this matter furthermore.

I am unable to run from the mask performance
I am unable to be still
in the movement of my body.
That is why I originate with Allah and go towards Allah.

On reflection, there is no place for me to run to.
A masked dancer impersonating a lion will run
but will return in the end to the same place.
This is recipient of the Lord’s tribulations.

Provide me with ample shelter, Oh Lord.
Protect your humble servant
in all my movements…























Matthew Isaac Cohen ,  Areas of specialization :Art and Culture of Southeast Asia (particularly Indonesia), Asian Theatre, World Puppetry, Cross-Cultural and Transnational Art and Performance, Histories of Popular Culture, Cultural Heritage
Academic employment :2019-present Professor of World Arts and Culture, Department of Dramatic Arts, University of Connecticut, USA
2011-2019 Professor of International Theatre, Department of Drama, Theatre & Dance, Royal Holloway, University of London, UK
2005-2011 Senior Lecturer, Department of Drama & Theatre, Royal Holloway, University of London, UK
2001-2005 Lecturer, Department of Theatre, Film & Television Studies, University of Glasgow, UK
1998-2000  Postdoctoral Research Fellow, International Institute for Asian Studies, the  Netherlands.
Visiting Positions since 2009:
2018-2019 Senior Fellow, Institute of Sacred Music at Yale University, to research the history of wayang
2017 Visiting Senior Fellow, Yale University Art Gallery to research and help curate the Dr. Walter Angst and Sir Henry Angest Collection of Indonesian Puppets
2015-2016 External Curator at the British Museum for the temporary exhibition ‘Shadow Puppet Theatre from Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand’
2015 Visiting Research Professor (Spring Term), University of Connecticut, USA
2011-12 Research Fellow, Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study in the Humanities and Social Sciences, Wassenaar, The Netherlands
2009 Visiting Associate Professor, University of Malaya, Malaysia
Degrees awarded
1997 PhD in Sociocultural Anthropology with Departmental Distinction, Yale University (Thesis title: An Inheritance from the Friends of God: The Southern Shadow Puppet Theater of West Java, Indonesia)
1992 MPhil in Sociocultural Anthropology, Yale University
1990 Certificate in Puppetry from the Wonogiri branch of Ganasidi, Indonesia’s National Puppetry Organization
1988 AB Magna cum Laude in Psychology, Harvard College
Mayor awards and distinctions:
2018 Awarded the royal name ‘Ki Dalang Bawana’ (Sir Puppeteer of the World) by Sultan Arief Natadiningrat of the court of Kasepuhan, West Java, Indonesia
2011 Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study Fellowship
2009 Awarded the royal title ‘Ki Ngabehi’ (equivalent to a knighthood) from Sultan Abdul Gani of the royal court of Kacirebonan, West Java, Indonesia
2008 American Council of Learned Societies Fellowship
2008 Harry J. Benda Prize in Southeast Asian studies, awarded by the Association for Asian Studies
Books
2016 Inventing the Performing Arts: Modernity and Tradition in Colonial Indonesia. Honolulu, HI: University of Hawai’i Press.
2010 Performing Otherness: Java and Bali on International Stages, 1905-1952. Basingstoke: Palgrave Macmillan.
2010 Contemporary Southeast Asian Performance: Transnational Perspectives/ Cambridge: Cambridge Scholars Publishing. (Co-editor with Laura Noszlopy)
2010 The Lontar Anthology of Indonesian Drama, Volume 1: Plays for the Popular Stage. Jakarta: Lontar. 
2006. The Komedie Stamboel: Popular Theater in Colonial Indonesia, 1891-1903. Athens, OH: Ohio University Press and Leiden: KITLV Press.
1998 Demon Abduction: A Wayang Ritual Drama from West Java. Jakarta: The Lontar Foundation.
Javanese shadow puppet theatre (Wayang Kulit) performances :
I have performed more than 30 wayang kulit plays as solo puppeteer since 1989. Below are some of the more important performances since 2006.
2016 The Birth of Kangsa and Kangsa’s Cockfight, English-language shadow puppet play performance with Gamelan Kridha Budaya Sari at the Linden-Museum Stuttgart
2015 Arjuna’s Meditation, English-language shadow puppet play performed at the British Museum (with ISBI Bandung, 2 hours), Harvard University’s Arts First Festival (with Gamelan Si Betty, 2 hours) and at the Ballard Institute and Museum of Puppetry at the University of Connecticut (1 hour).
2012 Lokananta: The Gamelan of the Gods, performed in English with 150 gamelan musicians from around the United Kingdom at the Roger Kirk Centre, University of York, UK (8 hours).
2011 Anoman, the Envoy, performed in English with Gamelan Madu Sari at Gong! The Vancouver Gamelan Festival, Goldcorp Centre for the Arts, Vancouver, Canada (2 hours).
2011 A Dalang in Search of Wayang. Lecture-performance with Javanese shadow puppets performed at the 1st Asian Theatre Festival, Thessaloniki (Greece); Centre for Creative  Collaboration, London (UK); Puppetry and Post-Dramatic Performance: An International Conference on Performing Objects in the 21st Century, University of Connecticut (USA); Department of Theatre, Speech, and Dance at Brown University (USA); CHIME-APAF International Conference on Traditional Performing Arts in Contemporary Asia (UK); Buxton Puppet Festival (UK); Indonesia Kontemporer Festival (UK); Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study (Netherlands); Fahmina Institute (Cirebon, Indonesia) (50 minutes).
2009 Kresna Denawa. 3-hour English language shadow puppet play performed at Cambridge University’s Festival of Ideas (with the Cambridge Gamelan) and at the Royal Northern College of Music in Manchester (with the Southbank Gamelan Players). Previously performed a 5-hour long Javanese version of this play in Cirebon, West Java in 1999.
2009 Arjuna Sasrabau. Shadow puppet play, performed in Javanese with royal heirloom puppets and open-flame oil lamp, Kraton Kacirebonan, Cirebon (6 hours).
2009 Sinta Colong. Shadow puppet play performed in Javanese, Indonesia and English. Sono Budoyo Museum, Yogyakarta (3 hours).
2008 Ramayana. 4 episode shadow puppet Ramayana cycle (The Birth of Ravana, Arjuna Sasrabahu, The Abduction of Sita, The Fall of Alengka), performed in English with the Southbank Gamelan Players. The British Library, London (12 hours).
2006 Palguna. Shadow puppet play, performed in English with Gamelan Puloganti. Picture Gallery, Royal Holloway, University of London (3 hours); performed in Cirebon Javanese on a 10-stop tour of the north coast of Java in 2018 sponsored by Indonesia’s Department of Education and Culture (4 hours).

2. Brett Sense Elliot Nature Is Sexy

2.

Brett Sense Elliot

Nature Is Sexy

I expect you’ve heard of LGBT,
But what do you call a person who loves hugging trees?
Who talks to plants and walks the earth
Massaging Her with their feet to please?
Her…
You call them Ecosexual… I am an ecosexual…
My heart and body blossoms
When I see the sweet curves of Her land
The rolling hills and river fills
my soul when Her sacred water runs through my hands..

Yes I am an ecosexual
Shameless I am to say
That when the wind and sun touch my skin
I spread my legs to pray…

I taste the rainfall like I taste the pink sweat of a lover’s breast
I delight in touching smooth tree bark
And eat Her fruits with zest…

Mango from tree from roots from earth
drip sweetly from my face
the dirt that walks beneath my feet reminds me of my place…
on Her…

BUT WAIT!
This polite rhythm and rhyme of verse and time doesn’t reflect the reality of desert sands or sea,
They are wild and radical and fearless and powerful and free from the laws of men and poetry
Free from all
From all but gravity.

Nature rises in storms that rages against our feeble homes
Of stacked brick and tarmac slick, nature rips to shred as she pleases
Our dreams and hopes and families
She Crushes ships like match sticks
And with ocean devours our cities...
My God She is sexy…

She can rise in 20 metre waves
Conjure 300 mile per hour winds
She will deny us rain for years
She will cleanse us of our sins…

Our sins you say our Sins?
Pray tell what could they be?
The cause that summons storms from sea
with such fierce capacity
to take everything from me??

What sins you say?
What sins you plead?
Unfortunately my friend to She, we are one humanity..

It is humanity’s ecocide
And this human proclivity
To destroy habitat and spew pollution from our cities
we burn the homes of all God’s creature-ess
With such absent minded cruelty
With stupid sworn fealty
To the Lords of so called Progress.

Oh baby… darling girlfriend Lover Earth…
I am so so sorry… we are fools…
I love You…
I love every part of You…

I love the way You touch my skin with sun and summer breeze
The way You move across the land and
Gently move the trees


I love ...

I love the way the oceans laps upon Your shores with gentle lover’s caress
The way you coax a seed to life
That sprouts like a tongue through hard shell
Just to tell the sun, I love you…

Have you ever taken off your shoes just to walk upon the grass
To feel soft Earth press your feet
Or sit amongst stretching branches
Enjoying nature’s perfect seat?

I remember She…

She who made the Earth so perfect that you can breathe
Soft and slow as you walk the streets
Or fast as you caress fresh lover’s treats
When our bodies are enmeshed like butcher’s meat
We are but meat...
Meat of flesh and bone that makes men old men
And girls old crones…

We are mortal.
We will all die you and I
And in that dying moment your life will flash across your eyes
And you will remember all the things you love.…
That playful lover that called you Peach when your skin tasted sweet
Your children playing at your feet
The friends who laughed at your stupid jokes
You’re remember the ones who always listened when you spoke…

But I… like each night and with each breath
will spare those precious moments to reflect
On sunlight speckles through sunkissed trees
Those perfect sunsets that stilled my mind and set my soul on fire
The perfect green forest under sky blue perfection
Dappled with clouds the perfectly selection
of wind and rain and sunkissed glow
I will remember as above, so below…

And with that thought cast back from my life’s end
I will begin
Now
And say….
Nature Is Sexy.

2 Desember 2018



Brett Sense Elliot, a well-known writer and poet, lives in Australia.

3. Vittoria (German)

3.

Vittoria (German)

He said in a seven days
Carpet on the table
What did I want to write
I forgot all






















Vittoria, is a writer, lives in Germany

4. Candi (USA) The Change

4.

Candi (USA)

The Change

Tap into the Love
Energy pulses
DNA upgrade
Each cell
Emulses
Imbibing joy juices
Miracles abound

Receiving
Calibration
Such VIBRATING
To the sound
Recalculating
To the Heavens
Nature's Frequency
Of Healing

Gratitude
Exudes
Liberation
Ensues
To You
I am Kneeling

Thank you
Always
For this
Ethereal
Revealing .



Candi Michelle,  is a poet from the United States. Louis, Missouri.

5. Naning Scheid Ono Momentin in Time

5.

Naning Scheid

Ono Momentin in Time

On eventide, laying my peace on your chest
Stealing sounds of your pulse’ nest
among a mound of longing
Anxious body, falling in warming
Our breath is neat, serene feeling

Howling all night as many as sense
Our heartbeat is more and more intense
Wandering the travel of freedom
Towering a desire of wolf’ Edom

We are sweating mass perspiration
My love for you knows no duration

Oh dear, love is throughout the season
No fear, my heart is gripped on the horizon

Brussels, 2019.











Naning Scheid, bernama asli Sri Nurnaningrum. Lahir di Semarang, 5 Juni 1980. Penulis puisi, cerita fiksi dan non-fiksi, blogger, dan pemain teater. Sarjana FPBS UPGRIS sekaligus Sarjana SDM CEFORA Belgia. Pengajar di Fakultas Bahasa Inggris UPGRIS sebelum meninggalkan Indonesia tahun 2006. Aktif di beberapa organisasi sosial kemanusiaan di Belgia. Tinggal di Brussel, dan berkebangsaan Indonesia.
 Perjalanan Kepenulisan:
1993-1995  Beberapa puisi memenangkan lomba antar kelas maupun antar sekolah.
1997  Menulis naskah drama “Jack Tarub”, dan dipentaskan oleh Teater Sukma Semarang.
2017  “Paris, antara Mitos dan Realita” serta delapan artikel lain di Kliksolo.com
2018  “Mengenal dan Memahami Gen Z”, “Solidarisme Perempuan di Era Disrupsi dan Kelahiran Feminisme Gelombang Keempat” di Buletin PKPPA - LPPM UPGRI Semarang.
Antologi puisi: “Mimpi yang Berduri” serta empat puisi lain di antologi Persaudaraan Wanita Dunia (2018-D3M Kail), “Sabtu Siang di Simpang Lima Semarang” serta tiga puisi lain di antologi Indonesia Tanah Airku (2018–I.Dharta), “Sang Musafir” di The Talking Canting – Puisi Cinta Negeri (2018–KDS), “Eden, Melankolia” di Banjarbaru’s Rainy Day Festival 2019.
Cerpen: “Manusia Sempurna”, “Ranting-ranting Patah”, “Ne Le Dit à Personne”, “Denok Kenang”, dan beberapa fiksi mini di Facebook dan Wattpad. Novel: “Miss Gawky” (2019). 2018 - ... Menulis blog Madame Gokil di scheid.be. Berisi rubrik: (1) Pengetahuan Umum dan Opini, (2) Sastra Pop: Prosa, Puisi, Resensi (3) Wisata Eropa & Review, dan (4) Tips-tips Gokil.
Website: scheid.be 

6. Iwan Gunawan, SPD. MM I have no idea

6.

Iwan Gunawan, SPD. MM

I have no idea

sawadhikrab
said a small child gently
while raising both hands
and bow his head

as may may be familiar,
he continued while still
raise both hands
and his eyes stared sharply
in the direction of a mother

sawadhikha
sebaidhikha
answered a mother
in a soft voice too

I just shut up
and smile seeing the scene
this rarely happens
while muttering
beautiful nian if this happens
in my village, in my city, in my country
Bangkok, July 12, 2019







Iwan Gunawan

Come on, brother

I live among people of different languages
I live among people with different views
I live among people of different cultures
I live in the middle of the White Elephant metropolitan

Between the rows of buildings towering the sky
Among the magnificent temples
Between the traffic jams of vehicles and people
Faintly always heard the call to prayer
so melodious and solemn

Allohu Akbar Allohu Akbar, La ilahailalloh
Melted hearts feel it
Nostalgic to hear that
Dripping tears made

The country is predominantly Buddhist
Give room to everyone who has a different view
Free to live and mingle together
That is real independence

Everyone is free to do activities
in accordance with his confidence
everyone is free to move
in accordance with his conscience

during this time we often hear about tolerance
during this time we often hear about human rights
but what happened?
we are all castrated with uncertain sciences
without caring about the essential, ilahirobbi

Come on, brother, let's share
Ayu, my best friend, let's unite
Join hands together
Keep the unity and integrity of the nation
Towards the ideals of prosperity and spiritual birth




















Iwan Gunawan, SPD. MM, the writer is
Indonesian School Teacher Bangkok, address Amara Court apartment soi 13 Petchabury rd Bangkok 10400

7. Chayada Binsaven Nickname Sunbeia Time Change

7.

Chayada Binsaven Nickname Sunbeia


Time Change

The hearts of people change
Things that remain the same are just memories.
Each person's smile is in someone's memory.

Fate

Do you believe in fate?
Fate is often something that people believe and think that it is part of life.
Fate often comes by chance. Sometimes we may meet someone who or have known Someone, which we didn't expect to know.This is the charm of destiny. Maybe you are walking along the timeline of fate.






Chayada Binsaven Nickname Sunbeia .
I'm 18  years old. I 'm come from Thailand,Now I live in Bangkok  and My home are in Onnut  in the high school I'm grauduate from Sacred Heart Convent School .
Now I am freshy of Thammasat University I study In Faculty of Liberal Arts . The Branch of I study is South East Asian study.

8 Red Joan (Dwi Retno Asih) Merdeka is not a prison

8

Red Joan (Dwi Retno Asih)

Merdeka is not a prison

Freedom is an opportunity
For rank seekers
The desk drawer was locked by the safe
The count did not have time to be precise

Freedom is a delusion
Translucent sky translucent earth
Fly to fall because of dreams
Collided with layered imagination

But independence is also a term of life
For the fighters buried in history
Land and water are also stones, puffs of gunpowder explosion
Minions collide in shackles

But independence is not a prison
Because day and night shouted independence
At home
In the apparatus buildings
In the field
On the highway
At a red light
In the mind that was jailed for independence.







Dwi Retno Asih, choosing the pen name Redd Joan. Usually called RJ. Born 46 years ago in Lampung. Since 2004 pitted his fortune in neighboring countries until now. Become a staff of Kuala Manpower employment agency. Have followed some anthology with friends fb. Writing is a hobby and likes the world of literature as an expression of love for Indonesian.

9. Anggoro Suprapto Road to old age

9.

Anggoro Suprapto

Road to old age

in the middle of the night I like to meditate
then I ask at solitary time
I'm on my way to getting old huh?
I smiled, when you nodded for sure
in the somber sky of the moon covered in clouds
the night is getting restless
in anxious teeth

You really are my wife
towards old not so scary
for me still calm
as long as old is manly and healthy
as long as you are smart and alert
like manawan clairvoyant
every day praying reciting spells
continue to be grateful incessantly

then when
the way to grow old arrived, I decided
just want to stay in your house, my wife
every day can see
the clearness of your neutrality
shade your face
the kids' laughter bubbled up
joking that burst forth

Ah, really
growing old is a gift
from the merciful almighty
Semarang, September 2018
Anggoro Suprapto, born in Pati (Central Java) 17 August 1962. Write anything including poetry. Has been widely published, both individuals and joint joint. The author now lives in Semarang, joined in the "Kebun Kebun Kata" Art House.

10. Buanergis Muryono Independent

10.

Buanergis Muryono

Independent

Independent
Free
Freedom
Free
Freeze
Sometimes a lot of terms
Free yourself
Enter the free realm
Free
Roomy.
I traced the field of the soul
Endless
With you sincere.
Remove all burden
or shouldered dependents.
It's hard to spell.
Each word cannot represent it.
I traced the spirit recesses
Life force
In the spiritual dimension the body is complementary
Intact.
There is light in the dark
There is a black dot in the bright light.
Then I want my body to be transported to spirit
My pure spirit
We are good
Right
Wise
Until peace
Comfortable
Peace
Prosperous
Independent
Free
Free
As beautiful as the horizon
Every change of appearance
That is the real life
No words are represented
Even when quiet everything is perfect.





















Buanergis Muryono, Lives in Bali, Active in the world of art and culture from childhood until now. His work is called Scratching the Sky, and follows several national anthologies.

11. Heru Mugiarso Time Pilgrimage To the Mujahid of this Country

11.

Heru Mugiarso

Time Pilgrimage
To the Mujahid of this Country

I want to invite you, my child
Here for a moment enjoy a pilgrimage of time
Because I'm sure that things have changed a lot now
And we need to reopen the footnotes on the history page

In front of this tomb I have no intention of teaching you to make an idol
To those who have peace resided in it
But if the bones that are now white are able to tell stories
Then he will tell about extraordinary love for his homeland

Blood and tears may have been mixed
Life (perhaps) is no longer valuable
When the singing of the homeland is faint and injured
Calling his son's son to sincerely serve him

The range of their journey, me and you are too far, my child
So it's natural if you are not whole in understanding it
Unfortunately they are not celebrities and because they did not have the chance to become characters
Which makes you fall in love and fascinated to the legend

Not a few of them are just ordinary people
And sometimes the names are not recorded on the tombstone
But before the Creator they are martyrs
Being in the hearts of their noble people are heroes

Want to occasionally I invite you to ponder a moment in front of the tomb
For every time they refuse to forget that this country almost never existed
If they did not take up arms and advance to palagan
And in their souls there is only one word: independence!
Semarang, 2019










Heru Mugiarso, born in Purwodadi Grobogan, June 2, 1961. Writing poetry since I was in junior high school. The works in the form of poetry, essays and short stories and articles were published in various local and national media. Approximately 80 titles of books contain his works. The award obtained is the Indonesian Literature Community Award 2003 as the best poet of 2003. His name is listed in the book What and Who is the Indonesian Poet (2017.) Two anthologies of poetry that have been published are Tilas Time (2011) and Poetry Bear Men (2017), As a resource for literary programs on the BIANGLALA SASTRA SEMARANG TV program. Also, the Community Lentera Literature Guidance majoring in Unnes Counseling Guidance.

12. Brigita Neny Anggraeni, Freedom

12.

Brigita Neny Anggraeni,

Freedom

free my soul free
I enjoy my freedom
I only want one
so that your soul can be liberated too

I will not burden you
with conclusions
the rules
not even a view

Enough of yourself
your brain, your soul
unencumbered rigid doctrine
dogma that no longer applies

I don't read other thoughts
just read your own mind inside
freedom
free from all burdens

wishful thinking
worry
fear
oh, peace of my soul






Brigita Neny Anggraeni, or commonly called Neny, was born in Semarang on February 2, 1979. Her last education was S1 from the Faculty of Medicine, majoring in Psychology at Diponegoro University (Undip) Semarang. Neny, who likes painting, photography, and farming, likes to write since elementary school age.
It starts with writing children's stories which are routinely published in Suara Merdeka Semarang. Since then the pleasure of writing has continued to develop, by writing articles, health tips, biographies of figures, and continuous martial arts stories published in Trending Tabloids, and Objective Tabloids.
Also involved in psychology as a finger print consultant. Now, on the sidelines of her busy life as a mother with two daughters, she still keeps writing every day. Co-wrote Poetry in the Poetry Book Against Corruption (PMK) that has been published with other Archipelago Poets. Then the books that have been published by Elexmedia Koputindo (Gramedia Group), namely Transportation Series Books: Railway Series, Car Series, Airplane Series, and Ship Series. Following later was still with the same publisher, Learning Books from Parent Elephant, Series of the Inventors: Tomas Alva Edison, Faraday, and others. Another book that was successfully published was the History Novel Book, Saridin.

13. Wahyu Toveng So much space for each paragraph

13.

Wahyu Toveng

So much space for each paragraph

Tired of this trip. Dusty and rusty. Hope left behind in what kilometer. Forced to peel off the epidermis. Becoming Carrion before the word merdeka is perfect. I was no longer able to scream, but even paralyzed. They are too. Sweat in the body actually put out the axis. No more explosions.

History is only a few paragraphs apart. But his hands and feet have changed ownership. His face was blackened with time. The face of his father's mother was saddened to cause a new city to be deposed. A sturdy city instills the word lost on a paved road. Those words cover the loose soil that once gave life to our children. I wonder where they are now.

Then your back folds the shadow. The path to the forest has disappeared. Shortness of breath as a factory machine or the numbers at the ATM machine. The time is getting bigger to colonize the soul. This trip is full of broken glass that pierced the word independence. I don't know those slogans. I do not know the themes of the celebration.

Mawar Alley, August 1, 2019







Wahyu Toveng, is the pen name of Wahyu Priadi. Born in Jakarta January 16, 1977. Alumni of the Indonesian Graphic Technology Academy. A connoisseur of literature and poetry. Participated in the Art Poetry Exhibition Commemorating the 106th Anniversary of National Awakening Day at OUR SURAU, Banyumanik, Semarang in 2014. Participated in reading poetry in order to welcome the 73rd RRI Hut at RRI Pusat Jakarta. Involved in several Anthology of Poetry Together with several Poets.

14. Sugeng Joko Utomo Irony Homeland

14.

 Sugeng Joko Utomo

Irony Homeland

The independent era in our country
People are racing with each other
To be the people's representative
Or officials
Fighting over the throne chair
Fighting cheating strategies arbitrarily
Tripping a colleague
Even stepping on the tongue of a relative
Not counting dignity
Moral is far from being true

The chosen one is the people's representative
Vying indulgence in lust
Deviant behavior at will
Anomaly of the soul becomes accustomed
Thirst for power
Hungry for possessions

The phenomenon of being poor is considered stale
Or no longer take care
In fact, sometimes it becomes an object
Project budget dredging facilities
Real in their coffers
Mounting wealth alone

Poor people are always forced
To shout the word: merdeka
While holding thirst hungry
Form a line of skinny parades
Occasionally rubbing the chest
Even though the tears have dried

While the elements are getting richer
Without having to shout: free
Just sit behind the desk
Amboi ... the price is high

Tasikmalaya, 1 August 2019





Sugeng Joko Utomo, Physics and Software Engineering Subject Teacher at SMK IT Riyadul Ulum Cibalong Tasikmalaya. And Biology subject teacher at Boarding School School Bina Insan Mandiri Bantarkalong Tasikmalaya. The originator and admin of the Kebumen literary writers group at FB, "Prosa Kita Poisi Kita". Diligently writing poems with the theme of falling in love and heartbreak and the urgency of Javanese Ngapak. Awaiting sponsors to publish more than 200 of his poems in 2 poetry collection books. Originally from Gombong, he lived in Tasikmalaya. Now also active in the Literary Circle Gombong (LISONG)

15. Moh Zaini Ratuloli Cold City

15.

Moh Zaini Ratuloli

Cold City

It's not 6 o'clock in the morning
Dry leaves fall on the road
The wind carries its own body language
For the old city, death is normal
Candlelight in front of the house
Is to give light to you that is not there

The sacredness of faith has you who love the world
Who tore the hearts of ancestors for the sake of rupiah
We were free before you even sold your land
Desire for desire is prison

And heaven is not just tears spilling in prayer
But the earth with all its contents are loved and loved
Take care of your heart and work hard
For the sake of rocks and stones that are hard and radiant
Zaeni Boli 2019












Moh Zaini Ratuloli (Zaeni Boli),  Place of birth: Flores, 29-08-1982, Having appeared at the "Asean Literary Festival 2015" International Festival, his poetry works are also contained in print and in the joint anthology of the Country of Poci, Rejecting Poetry Korupsidan Lumbung Poetry. Merged with Literature Kalimalang as an Investigator of the work since 2013-2017. Also active in literacy with Agupena East Flores. Now living in East Flores, active in Nara Theater, performing at the 2018 National Theater Week in the GBB TEAM, becoming chairman of TBM Lautan Ilmudan teaching at SMK SURA DEWA Flores Timur established the Eskul Theater "Mileanial Art Workshop" . Activating to revive the arts at the Larantuka IKTL Campus.

16. Gilang Teguh Pambudi Behind the Eyes of the Wind Daily

16.

Gilang Teguh Pambudi

Behind the Eyes of the Wind Daily

trees that grow above local regulations
what is his life like?
roots, leaves, even fruit like what?
because politics is mentioned
often a disaster
like when half of the city's lungs are gone
because regulations and politics justify it
while bush and untidiness
on disputed lands
in the seven corners of the city
can be years
a heartbreaking embellishment
which is also justified by law
or toxic wastes take over the river
because justice and politics are timid
or forced to wait for time
and we do live in law
while continuing to question,
whose justice does it have?
then we look in the law
and the politics of power that continues to follow him,
what do our faces look like?
what our posture and height are like
the way of walking and the sharpness of our inner eyes
in political turmoil that asks to be won?
even our worship
the totality of our surrender
straight open interpretations
can be warped, is considered to violate the law
or needs to be opposed by political doors
who hide behind the eyes of the wind daily
so that the spaciousness of life does not take sides
Kemayoran, 31 07 2019




Gilang Teguh Pambudi,  real name is Prihana Teguh Pambudi. Born in a coffee plantation around the tourist area of Curug Sewu, Kendal, Central Java. Then domiciles move around, in Sukabumi, Bandung, Purwakarta, West Java and in Kemayoran, Jakarta. After not teaching at school, a long career as an Indonesian Radio Person, including being the organizer of various cultural events. Start writing in newspapers since high school class 1 / SPGN. Then actively fostering various art communities --- especially literature, pictures and theater, while continuing to write and become a resource person for Literary Appreciation. His poems contained in various anthologies of shared poetry and anthology of poetry itself. His two most recent poetry anthology books, JALAK (Jakarta In a Sack) and TAGAR (Gapura Dance). While in the process of publishing, Climb the Sky --- 100 Scouts Poetry Action.

17. Fahmi Wahid Independent Journey

17.

Fahmi Wahid

Independent Journey

This land is a road of war
that our warriors have walked through
armed with a spiky bamboo
fluttering a spirit robe enveloped him
no trembling and bitter in the drum of his chest
to struggle with all means and efforts
seize islands and oceans from the colony

The black misty universe in the valley of fire
was very good at hearing warriors
bet lives for future generations
despite falling in the drizzle of bullets
even if the bones side by side on their own land

On a journey to win independence
magical unimaginable struggle
I feel from the silent gravestones in the warrior's grave
always remembered on the anniversary of Heroes' Day
one thousand flower arrangements thanks
remains unpaid by your service to the country

We must remain in the mirror on this trip
that our work for the nation has not yet been done
compared to the knights in the fiery battlefield
like our warriors who are now eternally calm

But to this day I read in the face of the morning paper
still showing hatred among fellow people
breaking the chain of brotherhood and breaking up differences
but this is the archipelago: our land of life and death
get back together holding each other tightly together
on the red and white wave at the peak of independence
in the footsteps of serving Indonesia's integrity
Balangan-2019






Fahmi Wahid (Drs. HM Fahmi Wahid, M. MPd.), Born in Barabai, Hulu Sungai Tengah on August 3, 1964. He served as Chair of the Murakata Arts Council (DKM) and Deputy Chair of the Indonesian Literature Association (HIMSI) HST, after moved to Balangan to foster Sanggar Mamang Balangan. Received an Art Prize (in literature) from the Governor of South Kalimantan (2011). Anthology of his single poem: The Voice of the Outback (2016) and Dust Journey (2018). His works are also widely summarized in shared anthology, among others: State of the Sea (2018), Tropical Rain Forest (2018), Traces of Love on Earth Raflesia (2018) Rainy City Epitaph (2018), Wangian Kembang (2018), Kunanti in Kampar Kiri (2018) ), A Skyful of Rain (2018), Time Feather (2018), Gus Funk (2019), Fire Minutes (2019), Surak Sumampai (2019). Sharing Happiness (2019). Meratus Sang Ban Rindu Anak Banua (2019), Swara Masnuna (2019), etc. The biography is in the Literature Encyclopedia of South Kalimantan (Publisher of the Ministry of National Education, Language Center, Balai Bahasa Banjarmasin, 2008) and in What and Who is the Indonesian Poet (Yayasan Hari Poisi, 2017). And also published in the rubrics of the Kalimantan Media newspaper, Radar Banjarmasin and Banjarmasin Post.

18 Muchlis Darma Putra Freedom is me

18

Muchlis Darma Putra

Freedom is me

Freedom  is me
in between the silent silence
wind that does not fight
touch the hill; past

free is me
among the groans of fishing barges
tunable whistling gulls arise drowning
prayer to prayer continues

free is me
hoeing the fields in faith
in the hot sun.
cotton blast with wind;
stop in my hair quietly

free is me
sit whole whole
Hill; sea and fields
one breath for God
Banyuwangi, 2019









Muchlis Darma Putra, born in Glenmore, Banyuwangi, East Java. Actively works poetry, short stories and paintings. His works can be found in various anthology books, both regional and national. Two anthology poetry books are: Kado from Rantau (2011), One Pink poem (2013). His poems can also be found in the poetry anthology, including Proud I Become the People of Indonesia, (2012), Carta Farfalla (2012), Hugging Luka (2013), etc. His poems can also be found in Radar Banyuwangi Newspaper, Dinamika News and Madura Daily News. Staying in Banyuwangi.

19 Roymon Lemosol In an independent land

19

Roymon Lemosol

In an independent land

in a land that has been independent for decades
I see the people are still up in arms
maintain customary rights over customary lands

in a land that has been independent for decades
I heard the voice of his people moaning in pain
heavily in debt

in a land that has been independent for decades
I witnessed its people striving to fight
fight poverty

in a land that has been independent for decades
I followed the people hobbling
seeking justice

in a land that has been independent for decades
I spell the mer-de-ka-ness
Ambon, August 1, 2019










Roymon Lemosol, born in Lumoli, West Seram Regency, Maluku, August 24, 1971. His poems have graced the pages of a number of local and national media, including Fuly Magazine, Asau, Lombok Post, Suara NTB, Banjarmasin Post, Riau Post, Riau Post Indonesia, Media Indonesia etc. Some are contained in dozens of shared anthologies. His poem "Return" won the Poetry Choice of the Great Movement of 1000 Asean Teachers Writing Poetry in 2019. The book collection of his poems, A Wound from the Land of the Night (Rain Roots, 2015), Traces of Love in the Land of Kings (Teras Budaya, 2019).

20 Mim A Murshid Page Seventeen August

20

Mim A Murshid

Page Seventeen August

Later on the seventeenth of August,
We will again disturb ourselves with the harsh reality of this country.
Mr. leader of the country
Standing tall on the podium of the ceremony and telling stories like in previous years;

With a smile, he said that the age number of our country was independent
But forgot to mention how many children do not go to school in remote villages
He pointed to the dashing photos of the faces of warriors and heroes
But never want to care about faces without a job
He will also remind us that a great nation is a nation that respects the struggles of its heroes
But he forgets that in many places the bosses are reluctant to reward the hard work of the workers at full pay

Seventy-four years Indonesia has been independent
A young number for the age of a nation
But it takes so long until the day we see and find the reality

Seventeen August,
That was a day when we all arrived to be forgetful
Forgetting that there are different meanings of workers and slaves
Forgetting that independence means we don't prey on each other
Forgetting that this nation belongs together, not just a wealthy group

Mr. the leader of that country,
If later in his speech he invited me to be grateful for this independence
I will only ask the extent to which he has expelled the Dutch who clotted in his bloodstream
Madura, 2019


















Mim A Murshid, an art student from Sapudi Island, Sumenep. Writing poetry since 2014. Engaged in the Dhamar Community and Poetry Circle Taneyan Lanjheng. His work was published in Radar Madura, Gallery Renjana Pena, NusantaraNews.co, Kawaca.com, Paragraph Bulletin, etc. His latest anthology shares happiness (Media Reader: 2019).

21. Teguh Prayitno Incense

21.

Teguh Prayitno

Incense

Keep on going.
heading in the direction I've been waiting for,
in the horizon miss the violet blue,
I will capture your face color,
like dim twilight,
set with orange lanterns ...
Bring your mystical smile,
light incense from the scent of your skin,
I want a magic spell to enter,
so that my soul is no longer awake,
get lost as far as possible,
in the shade of your shady soul ...
Kep. Riau, 07/26/2019











Teguh Prayitno, is an Indonesian poet writing in several national anthologies such as in the Indonesian Literary Poetry Granary.

22. Wardjito Soeharso Freedom

22.

Wardjito Soeharso

Freedom

The wind blows over the land
Bringing news of raining soon coming
Trees dance with their twigs
Making leaves enjoy shaking
Birds sing a morning greeting
In a concerto of green whistle
While the sun smiles welcoming the day
Sharing warmth to the earth
Reflecting light from the ocean

Freedom of nature is a freedom for all
Nature of freedom must be a freedom from man
That's the basic principle of knowledge
Which defines true or false
Builds the value of good or bad
Freedom of the mind
Freedom of the mankind



Wardjito Soeharso, Male with multiple statuses: husband, father, writer, businessman, fancier, dreamer, and many more. Writing as a result of reading fondness. Writing poetry, drama scripts, popular scientific essays, and now is diligently writing novels. Behind the Shadows of Love, his newly published novel, received good reception from his readers. Now writing his second novel series.

23. Aloeth Pathi Unite ex

23.

Aloeth Pathi

Unite ex

(This isn't a spell about me, you and him)

Bong
               bong
                            bong
                                                                Pret
                                                pret
                            pret
                                                               bong pret
                                       bongpret
                                 bongpret
                      bongpret
bong breathe air
                        pret to drink water
bong bong bong bong
                              pret pret pret pret
bong swim
                           pret flying
bong pret
                   the tadpole flap
          shit tadpole
                                                  bong
                                               pret
                                         pret
                                bong
in the car yesterday
the story of lizards, crocodiles, rats, cats, cockroaches, fleas
and the dogs passed
bong pret
after this toilet story
tomorrow change Panda, Rabbit, Squirrel
Cute dinosaurs or guinea pigs
bong pret
                 bong pret
                                   bong pret
                                              Tobong rolled
                                              The operet is closed
                                    (Gandrung Literature House 270619)


Aloeth Pathi, born in Pati, Central Java. His work was published by Mata Media with a shared anthology, Poetry Against Corruption 2 (Surakarta Literary Forum 2013), From Sengon Dam to Panengel Bridge (Kudus Arts Council and Surakarta Literary Forum 2013), Harmonica Community of Life; Harmonika December (Nine Pearls 2014), Mom: The First God that I Knew (Garage 10 Bandung 2014). To Mr. President, (Family Gull 2014), Epiphany of the Great Sorrow of the Nation (Nine Pearls 2014), Memory Rumbling Poetry (LAPINDO Victims Suing (KLM) and Urban Poor Consortium (UPC), 2014), Solo in Poetry (Pawon Literature, 2014) , Literary Poetry Literary, (Indramayu, 2014), Rubber Bands (Gandrung Sastra Media, 2014), The Painting of Memories, LSWK, Pati 2014), Gaza Grief Our Grief (Nittramaya, Magelang, 2014), 13 a Peace of Me (13) Surya University, 2014), Sebumi Poem # 2 "Iron Chimney" (LESTRA Kendal, 2014), Sang Pemoka (Gambang, Yogyakarta, 2014), Memo for the President (Surakarta Literary Forum, 2014), Arranging Peace (Nittramaya, Magelang 2015) manage the Gandrung Media Literature & Literature Boat Bulletin.

24. Suyitno Ethex The price of independence

24.

Suyitno Ethex


The price of independence

Nearing independence in early August
on every road offer independence
banner penor flag is sold

The price of pennant sprouts
That is the price of the flag
so does the flag pole

Seller buyers interact
bargaining happens
seemed to forget how
the fighters took independence

Bidding for independence occurs
warning is just a symphony
too much

Mojokerto, 1.8.2019












Suyitno Ethex, born and raised in Mojopahit (Mojokerto), his work in the form of poetry, short stories and essays has been published in several mass media, including in Suara Karya, Republika, West Sumatra Literature, Media Indonesia and others. His poems were collected in several poetry anthologies, including at the Literature Meeting in Medan, and the Literature Meeting in Kediri. Literature Gathering in Malaysia, From Sragen Memnadang Indonesia (2012), Malsasa (2013), Poetry2 Flows Into The Sink Into The Getter (2013), Poetry Against Corruption (Volume, I, II, IV, V), Presidential Memo (2015) , Temanten Langgit (2015), Tifa Nusantara (2014 and 2015), Solo in Poetry (2014), Lumbung Poetry (2015), Cimanuk (2016), Country of Clouds (2017), Bangkalan Festival (2017), Spaces No Longer Space (2017) 2017), Testimony of the Electric Pole (2018), State of the Sea (Negeri Poci 2018), Tracks of Sharp Stone Poems (2018), Natural Word (2019), Emeralds of the Equator (2019), Reading Hijans in the Full Moon (Tembi, 2019) and others -other. Also in the Anthology of "Intercourse with Time" (2014), "From Love to Country" (2015), "Taste of Taste" (2016) and Short Stories of "Pancal Bicycles" (2016), "Archway of Mojopahit Trail" (2018) , "Dictional Scavengers" (2019)
Worked at UPT Kec. Mojosari Kab. Mojokerto, and Lecturer at the Uluwiyah Islamic Institute. Active on the District Arts Council. Mojokerto, as Deputy Chairperson, and Activist of the Poetry Movement Against Corruption (PMK).

25. Sumrahadi Merdeka Although in Fantasy

25.

Sumrahadi

Merdeka Although in Fantasy

I am free,
In the circle of the tongue imprisonment law
Be inspired behind bars
Poetry with faint ink colors

I am free,
Although I have to schedule illness
Because health is so expensive
In a long queue

I am free,
Although in imagination
Because that's independence
He said ...

Jakarta, 01082019




Sumrahadi, another name for Munadi Okay, is a poet living in Jakarta. Born in Jakarta May 17, 1975.

26. Dwi Wahyu Candra Dewi Price of a struggle

26.

Dwi Wahyu Candra Dewi

Price of a struggle

No more complaints about sweat
No more gripping night
When it was blazing, there was no determination,
even darkness as if to reach victory.
At the point of a sharp bamboo spear, a spirit of self-defense is engraved
Gaping wound was not felt
Blood flowing is normal
As appropriate, the struggle for independence.
Countless lives
Immeasurable sorrow
They can be independent.
Merdeka is not a gift
Nor is mercy.
If you still cry for independence, you are nothing more than a beggar!
If you are proud of independence, you are nothing more than a pirate!
Energy, mind, body and soul are mobilized to achieve independence.
Good intentions for happiness of grandchildren, manifested.
This is the price of a struggle
Free ... free ... free







Dwi Wahyu Candra Dewi, a writer from Blora born on May 8, 1983. Her works are mostly in the form of poems published with the work of other poet friends. The penchant for pouring a taste in poetry made him want to always write. One of them is the poem "The Price of a Struggle", the writer has great hopes that there will be no more questions "Are we free?" Questions that doubt the heroes' struggles are very ignorant of gratitude. Even so it should be a lesson to keep the independence that has been achieved.

27. Lianna Putri Sri Musniawati, Only Greatness can defeat

27.

Lianna Putri Sri Musniawati,

Only Greatness can defeat

I am a child of destiny who was given the power to create
myself with the most beautiful lilies in bloom
in the corners of the earth
I was a decree capable of leading myself
from the lust of sheep lost along the field
I am the inevitability that governs everything I am
with childhood dreams that light up big
like hellfire
I am the eternal greatness of that paradise
I am the greatest greatness
will not be defeated by the dwarf dogma of the world's demons
I am God incarnate soul
Semarang, June 9, 2019















Lianna Putri Sri Musniawati, born in Semarang, November 12, 1998. The writer is a former student of SMK Negeri 2 Semarang who majored in Office Administration. Besides writing, he also likes to paint. His work was published in the mass media such as Satellite Post, Portrait of Aceh, Nusantara News, Kompasiana, News Read, etc. His short stories are contained in a variety of shared anthologies, including: The Irreplaceable Soul (2016), the Conditioning of the Heart (2016), the Quiet Clink of the Wanderer (Sabana Pustaka, 2017), and the Flying Flying Bear of Kindness (Indonesian Bookbars, 2018). Then some of his poems are included in the anthology of poetry, namely Derap-Derap Death (Poetry Parade, 2017), My Place of Anchors (Lasaripi Publisher, 2017). This girl, who loved rice fields and dense forest, was active in the Indonesian Kampoeng Writing School (SKM). Three times he was asked to be a judge in local and national short story writing competitions, namely for the Indonesian Hunter Event (January 2019 period), PT Kreasindo Digital Content (May 2019 period), and Indonesian Content Creativity (July 2019 period).

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.