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.