Yang Pasti ~ Zurinah Hassan
Kau mungkin bukan lelaki terbaik
Tapi buat perempuan sepertiku
Mungkin tidak ada yang lebih
Darimu
Aku mungkin tidak mendapat segala-galanya
Tapi dengan keadaan begini
Aku tidak meminta
Yang lebih baik
Usahlah bertanya apakah aku bahagia
Aku juga tidak menyoal perasaanmu
Kerana kadang-kadang bila terlalu mahu memasti
Orang jadi semakin ragu
Terlalu berbicara dan banyak menganalisa
Orang jadi semakin tidak tahu
Aku mungkin kurang pasti
Tentang apa yang telah kukatakan
Tapi yang pasti
Kita tidak perlu terlalu pasti
Survivor
Vijay Seshadri, 1954
We hold it against you that you survived.
People better than you are dead,
but you still punch the clock.
Your body has wizened but has not bled
its substance out on the killing floor
or flatlined in intensive care
or vanished after school
or stepped off the ledge in despair.
Of all those you started with,
only you are still around;
only you have not been listed with
the defeated and the drowned.
So how could you ever win our respect?--
you, who had the sense to duck,
you, with your strength almost intact
and all your good luck.
Beyond Fluorescence" by Julianne Buchsbaum (2005)
Soon this place will go strange on us in the white afterglow
of electrical storms, the skin of winter,
in the Dammerung of a power outage, I dream
of downed wires and the picked locks of neighbors'
homes and all the houses on the street where I live,
the bars on windows, the sense of threat and death,
because when slag glows on the outskirts of town,
it burns all the hands that come near it, all the eyes,
wildflowers, all things that fire hurts are hurt by it,
even insects lose their wings and float down flooded
ditches. Soon there will be no one but strangers to take
our place because somewhere at the end of this place
is another place where animals materialize by the highway,
where no one will know why you went when you left
that morning with no license or address, your face already
roughened by the moon, umber leaves, with a madness
for anonymity, at the edge of a hint of a garden, no laws
to follow, gleaming, towards the Northern horse latitudes,
past the cattlebrown of cornfields, beyond fluorescence
and leather, beginning to renounce what you had stolen,
leaving alluvial deposits of land to fence and feathergrass,
forgetting fires that burned, glass that broke in your hand.
From My Heart
Mrs. Creeves
Published on November 2007
A million stars up in the sky
one shines brighter I can't deny
A love so precious a love so true
a love that comes from me to you
The angels sing when you are near
within your arms I have nothing to fear
You always know just what to say
just talking to you makes my day
I love you honey with all of my heart
together forever and never to part.
Love is giving ...
"To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that’s everything."
— T. Tolis
SEDIH
Buku menangis
kala para pembaca
yang baru mencicipi sedikit ilmu
sudah merasa lebih pintar dari Tuhannya
Lalu berusaha merubah aturan pada kitab suci
dan mencoba membuat hukum sendiri
yang dirasanya lebih manusiawi
yang dianggapnya sesuai jaman kiwari
Padahal dia hanya berbekal sejimpit ilmu
tanpa bekal pengetahuan agama yang memadai
beraninya buat aturan sendiri
menganggap Tuhan hanya tahu masalalu
dan ayat-ayat sucinya tidak sesuai masakini.
Jadilah agama ditafsirkan sekehendak hati,
tanpa landasan yang jelas untuk dikaji,
malapetaka bagi seluruh negeri
bila ajaran mereka diikuti
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POEMS AND SONGS FOR CHILDREN
Yudhasmara Foundation
"Rencana Allah itu lebih indah dari apa yang kita bayangkan, dan inilah cara Allah melindungi dirimu. Berbaik sangkalah, meski saat ini kau tak tahu di mana dan kapan jodohmu mendekat, pernahkah sebelum kamu meminta untuk didekatkan dengan jodohmu kamu berpikir untuk mendekatkan diri kepada Allah terlebih dahulu? Jodoh itu rahasia Allah, sehebat apa kita setia, selama apa kita menunggu, sekeras apa kita bersabar, semua telah ditetapkan-Nya."
Panji Ramdana 2016
Whatever befalls us has its meaning; though it is often hard to grasp. In the Book of Life every page has two sides. On the upper one, we inscribe our plans, dreams, hopes; the reverse is filled by providence, whose verdicts rarely match our desire.
Layla & Majnun, Nizami.
:)
you are much more than simply dead/I am a dish for your ashes / I am a fist for your vanished air / the most terrible thing about life/ is finding it gone
'The Unblinking Grief', Charles Bukowski
the days of my youth, as i look back on them , seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like thosemorning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger see whirling in the wake of the observation car.
Lolita, Vladamir Nabokov.
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oleh Bayu Ajisantra
aku bagiMu
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seberapa besar cintaku
terpancung dengan keburukanku
ini mampuku,
hanya segini...
untuk terbang kearahMU,
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aku tahu,
jika Engkau menolakku,
karena kelemahanku,
karena kebodohanku,
Jika Engkau ijinkan aku,
menjadi debu diKakiMu,
itu lebih baik bagiku,
Akankah
aku kandas disini?
hingga nafasku
yang penghabisan?
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tapi...
aku tak pernah berpaling
dari memandangMu
terus...
akankah Engkau terus...
menolakku?
hanya ini mampuku...
hanya ini
cilok dari bod awak yg satu lagi :lol: kredit @cheergirl
Dear Spammers...
Roses are red violets are blue
Hey spammers ILL FREAKIN' REPORT YOU!
Comin' into mah chatroom being a n00b
You're worse than the flattest boob!
I think your mentally retarded
Go get discarded
Not caring at all if you get banned
Get the hell out before we're all dAmned!
I hoped you liked my poem
refer:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Dear-Spammers-73946651
My fave from english literature book..still remember till now {:1_141:}
The Road Not Taken
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
Edited by pelicano at 15-5-2017 11:44 PM
to live in this world you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go
Mary Oliver, In Blackwater Woods
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1424313573p2/947.jpg “There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)”
― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1358876300p2/5431334.jpg “Your daughter is ugly.
She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.
As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her.
She was splintered wood and sea water.
They said she reminded them of the war.
On her fifteenth birthday you taught her
how to tie her hair like rope
and smoke it over burning frankincense.
You made her gargle rosewater
and while she coughed, said
macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell
of lonely or empty.
You are her mother.
Why did you not warn her,
hold her like a rotting boat
and tell her that men will not love her
if she is covered in continents,
if her teeth are small colonies,
if her stomach is an island
if her thighs are borders?
What man wants to lay down
and watch the world burn
in his bedroom?
Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear,
a body littered with ugly things
but God,
doesn’t she wear
the world well.”
― Warsan Shire
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1367998964p2/7056690.jpg “So for now,
I will miss you like I’ll never see you again,
And the next time I see you,
I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again,
And when I fall asleep beside you
I will fall asleep as if I’ll never wake up again,
because I don’t know if I will.
I don’t know if I will.
- I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1183232004p2/7715.jpg “The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.”
― Robert Frost
http://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1424313573p2/947.jpg “He that is thy friend indeed,
He will help thee in thy need:
If thou sorrow, he will weep;
If thou wake, he cannot sleep:
Thus of every grief in heart
He with thee doth bear a part.
These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.”
― William Shakespeare, The Passionate Pilgrim