It was the weekend, and I was sleeping late that day,
Alone with the morning, while savoring marvels of May.
As I drowsed luxuriantly, at the outskirts of dreams,
I heard a strange sound, while soaking in gay sunbeams!
The sound came from my closet, quite across the room,
And drifted over mysteriously, like scent of perfume.
I moved toward the sound, so to discover its source,
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CONSUMMATING THE WORD
In the beginning was
The Word
Consummating it is
becoming Wordless
I fly them through windows
onto tarred roads
where tyres tread them
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PURPLE
Purple my soft moss seat in paradise
amethyst crown purple so wise
High Priestess purpled silken silent and bold
has no need to compete with cool
Countess whose court is neat
but oh so cold !
What a sweet treat to see
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Thank you for the air we breathe in
So that we can filter out
Dust and dirt;
Thank you for the water we drink
So that we can water plants, trees,
Green roots and ruts.
Thank you for the food we eat
So that we live to save the canopy
Of man and mankind;
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Swallow does not only describe aves or birds
He is the embodiment of a being who comes and visits this earth to provide benefits
From the towering coral duwur mountains to the sky that they have steady
Presented the beauty and exposure of nature that rises from the bottom of the ocean as a natural textbook
It is possible that history will not unravel the story and even become a fairy tale when the father or mother supports their children in bedtime.
The place where the swallow became endemic in the mountains seemed to unravel a folklore that at that time the consort of King Kartasura was sick and cured only by drinking a sponge which was none other than a swallow's nest.
Or is it really the image that has been attached to Adipati Surti as a hero and was forced to marry Suryawati because she was attracted to her beauty even though she was of a different nature?
Everyone was amazed by the elegant dance how this was reflected in real life
I am forever roaming, turquoise,
Thrashing, with a roaring noise.
I'm often kissed by sunset's lips,
Red in passing, on endless trips.
Reflected in my sparkling deeps,
The sky I once was, often peeps.
I'm foliage and flowers and birds.
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[Poets Note : This poem was placed 1st in an International Poetry Contest ]
rain shine so divine
sprinkle blessings kissings wet ~
feet in leather boots
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Rain-shine sound patter
mad hatter
Alice lost in whimper drops
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haiku : metamorphose
stillpoint explodes, bang
dark waters earth fire wind all ~
petals unfurl, soar
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hiku
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still
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Beneath the ash-grey skies of longing,
the earth breathes—not for you,
not for me, but for itself.
A pulse steady, undaunted by
the footsteps we leave behind.
You will see the shadows move,
and not ask why.
You will taste the salt of oceans past,
and still the waves will rise—
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haiku : metamorphose
stillpoint explodes, bang
dark waters earth fire wind all ~
petals unfurl, soar
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hiku
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still
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