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Roda kereta kencana

Berkata-kata tentang dunia cinta

Dahaga sebagai anak kedua

Entah apa yang ada dipikiranya

Sabar dan sabar

Tidak dipagar

bukankah tak terbayar

Apa yang ternyata vulgar

Sudah satu masa

Kawan lama tak bercerita

Kisah perjaka

Atau kisah-kisah duda perkasa

dan Semua tau

Apa itu kangguru

loncat kesana denganmu

hingga loncat kesini

Bertemu dengannya

dalam sebuah kisah dan cerita

By: jarwo

190616

The chariot wheel

Speaks about the world of love

Think as a second child

I do not know what’s on his mind

Be patient and patient

Not fenced

does not pay off

What turned out to be vulgar

It’s been a time

My old friend did not tell me

The story of a virgin

Or tales of mighty widowers

and All know

What is a kangaroo

jump there with you

until the jump

Meet him

in a story and story

 … Read more

Masa ini benar-benar masih teringat jelas di ingatanku, ketika masih TK di Wahid Hasyim kelas enol kecil. Sebenarnya kejadian ini ku tuliskan hanya untuk melatih ingatanku supaya tidak malas mengingat kejadian masa lalu dan tidak malas menulis, karena semenjak kerja di Eksplorasi Pengeboran Batu-bara, aku jarang sekali menulis sesuatu yang bermanfaat dan bisa melatih daya ingat. Banyak kejadian menarik disaat aku masih TK, akan aku ceritakan seingat pikiranku.

Celana sobek

Kejadian ini bermula saat rekreasi di kawasan Selecta Batu, teman-teman waktu itu sangat menikmati dan sangat asik bermain dilokasi permainan, aku memilih papan luncur atau prosota, karena terlihat sepi dan tidak perlu antri dan menunggu lama untuk bermain. Saat itu prosotan pertama ku lakukan dengan lancar bersama teman-teman, hingga prosotan kedua juga lancar, tiba saat prosotan ke tiga tiba-tiba terdengar “srek”, saat kupriksa ternyata seragam celana pendeku yang kukenakan sobek dibagian belakang sekitar lima senti, sontak saja kupegangi bagian yang … Read more

Morowali

The leaves are verdant
Gives you freshness
To the eye that looked
Swung up and down
The wind
Illuminated morning sun
Interrupted twigs and roots
After the rain last night

Roadside
Spread the quiet wavy beach
Dreaming in every corner
Between the sky and the sea
And it seems to be drifting
What comes across the daydream
And what comes to mind

Sea shelf
Lush forest misty
Spoil everything that goes
Through the bend
Mourn the ramp
and precedes the descendants
Long journey
Down the fishing villages
Visit the merchant villages
and sometimes stop at the farm
Indonesian people like smile
and children of adventurous nations
To simply enjoy the ocean
or just enjoy the mountains
Bounded trans-Sulawesi roads

Dampala-Morowali, 091213
Posted by Aru Jayawardhana at 9:15 PM Sunday, December 13, 2015
Labels: Rhymes

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Morowali

Dedaunan yang menghijau
Memberikan kesegaran
Bagi mata yang memandang
Mengayun naik turun
Tertiup … Read more

For, I’m a bitch
For you, I’m a bitch
A periphery poet
Life in rebellion
In the days before and after independence
Together with young men with God
Ready to die for justice
Ready died for a victory
Ready die for a glory

Thousands of resistance
Millions with thought
Millions with a machete
Millions with blood sacrifices
Millions with irreplaceable lives

I’m a bitch
Longest alone in the bed rest
Live a thousand years in peace
Leaving a thousand words of struggle
Timeless
And not obsolete by leadership

Where there is oppression
That’s where your words incite rebellion
Where there is injustice
That’s where your writing is read
To simply ignite the struggle
For a mere forgotten soul burner
From the thirsty youth of learning
And of the generation who forgot about blood and sanctity
Because you’re a bitch
Your verses will not go out on the tombstone
Your poems … Read more

in the name of the Public

Right and left
What a meaning
What a country
When crazy or sick
When independent or narrow

Local thugs
Sometimes smart sometimes stunned
Stunned with stupidity
And a fool with wickedness
Arrogant with regionalism
Stupid with politeness

Thugs are not thugs if they are polite
Officials are not officials if depraved
On behalf of the people
On behalf of the poor
The families themselves are heavy
Heavy treasure and world
From the sale of the name
On behalf of the people and the poor
And forbidden to piss here except Dogs

Morowali-Sulteng, 161213
Posted by Aru Jayawardhana at 5:08 AM Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Labels: Poetry, Rhymes, Poetry

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atas nama Rakyat

Kanan dan kiri
Apalah sebuah arti
Apalah sebuah negri
Saat gila atau sakit
Saat merdeka ataupun sempit

Preman-preman lokal
Kadang cerdas kadang bengal
Bengal dengan ketololan
Dan tolol dengan kefasikan
Sombong dengan … Read more