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