Best Indonesia Poems
Dear Home:
Please forgive my departure, silent and without warning, like the simmering
warmth of mountain springs that bubble, unexpected, in the pale tropic light of
morning. I am now straddling the equator, my toes naked against the earth,
tasting the sweetness of Indonesian soil, volcanic, fertile, undisturbed, and to my
soul delivering rebirth.
The air before dawn tastes of sweet-vanilla and dry nuts, at noon of ripe fruit with
caramelized sugar, and at dusk an exotic thickness of fresh leaves, moonlit
seas, and a richness of rare orchids all kiss in a soothing breeze.
By day I explore sculpted canyons and wet rice fields, secret Hindu temples, the
Mahayana Buddhist Borobudur, deserted for centuries; I discover a myriad of
mysteries the Island Mountains conceal.
At night Gamelan music is a spice that saturates the mind and your body exalts
the rhythm of double- headed lace drums, beating, beating, beating, beating
dramatic time. Gongs and bamboo flutes resonate, echo in the heart, the
passion of a culture preserving colour, tradition, sung poetry, and ancestral art.
My diet has been that of rice, fish, and lots of fresh fruit: berries, sprouts, sharp
tasting roots, similar to that of the Sun Sumatran Bear, stout, with sleek black fur,
resting in the trees eating the young tips of palm which he peels with care.
The sun is a golden disk that sits atop the Java mountains, painting light brown
skin, pearls of perspiration, with dirt and pollen burning in and out of yellow rays,
bringing dry heat to the excitement in the streets, where people infuse Life into
Life in extraordinary ways.
Finally in sleep, memories, spirits, emotion are lifted to the moon, cleansing the
temple of my soul with a delicate touch of porcelain white, beams like a melody
transforming the night, a surreal dream tangible to my skin, Indonesia swirls
around me – my desire strong to feel the strength of its pulse from within.
Bombing Indonesia
So they broke the law and smuggled drugs etc. How about we drop some 1000lb bombs on Jakarta and nuke each individual Indonesian air force, navy and army base? FOR A BIT OF FRIGGING FUN? FRIG YEA. What comes around goes around.
The Aussies lied on scrapping their F-111s. A recon bird flew high over Indo land. She drew up the motley bunch of Flankers and got splashed. As intended. She was unmanned. Manned F-111s went in and cluster bombed the Indo bases. F-18s gave top cover.
When the flankers showed up, the F-18 pilots confirmed what we all knew: the Indo Flankers had no missiles. Just a gun. Every Flanker was brought down. Their F-16s did better and splashed two old Hornets. But the Indo F-5s got three Super Hornets, in turn being wiped out by the Super Hornets who were actually bombers. A pilot smelling blood is a rabid dog. Reports of gunning civilians are that, reports.
There were some who said that Indonesia under the Soviet dogs was better armed. Equipped with Badger bombers and Fishbed fighters. Could they resist Australia? And bomb the F-18 bases? Or be like Saddam Hussein and wiped out? Indo Flankers did no better. War, all for a few executions...
An Indonesian flag is a Polish flag upside down.
The capital of Jakarta is a long way from Warsaw town.
On the islands of Sumatra, Java, and Borneo,
sauerkraut and kielbasa is something they don’t know.
Has the average Indonesian ever heard of Thaddeus Kosciusko?
Does anybody know a good Indonesian joke?
People tell Polish jokes until they choke.
There is little to compare between these two countries.
Poland and Indonesia bear very few similarities.
Indonesia
In 1965 I read an article in Newsweek
a mass killing of communists,
about a million, men, women and children.
The writer of this article concluded with:
the communists had brought this slaughter
upon themselves.
But the aftermath of this atrocity still fester,
and the truth has to be told if this country
is ever to find redemption.
Today Bali is a mecca for history ignorant
tourists, who soak up the sun on a beach
that once soaked up the blood of the innocent
It’s a wonder It don’t snow in Indonesia
I made a friend yesterday
And she was so kind to me
Just like a guiding light
To a sailor in the sea
A bubbling personality
Like a can of spite
A sparkle in her eyes
That can light the night
She is so beautiful
Like a movie star
And she is so cool
It’s a wonder it don’t snow in Indonesia
My hearts been broken
And I couldn’t smile
But she made me forget it
For a while
She likes to read novels
She’s just a simple girl
Any one will be lucky
To have her in their world
And from the city of Bali
To the streets of Jakarta
She is so cool
It’s a wonder it don’t snow in Indonesia
She got a smile so bright
Like a shining star
And she is so cool
It’s a wonder it don’t snow in Indonesia
No need specially pray for Jokowi
as the man will be the winner on
Indonesia's 2019 Presidential Election. No need at all.
Because we are all indonesian people
Let us pray to God, we all together should pray
for better future of Indonesia
for Indonesia at the best
Just pray for "God Save Indonesia", our country.
So, you will know
that the chosen winner name must be not
the one of Prabowo.
Sure.
Indonesia is in grief
many lives taken in a matter of seconds
the earth is shaking, the floods are everywhere
the mountain starts erupting, is this the end of the time?
tears are falling, many lives missing
this heart is broken, only prayers freely spoken
though you have everything, life seems so interesting
but when the earth shows its anger, we turned vulnerable
i watch the television, parents lost their children
no more smile in their faces see their houses thorned to pieces
we can't just neglect the truth, their sadness is our sorrow
can we still pray for a hope of a better tomorrow
maybe it's our call to over think of it all
maybe we've lost our way, always tried to fulfill our greed
now God has decide, nothing else we could do
but to accept, to understand, to learn, to help and to change
i can only pray for this country
i can only pray for a better future
i know its power can save this planet
i know this is where the children will grow
so they can be more wiser than us
more caring for others, loving their planet
Javan Rhinos are listed as, critically endangered
and live in Indonesia’s, Ujung Kulan National Park
they have a dusky grey colour, with a single horn mold
and a very lose skin fold, that looks like body armor
Humans are encroaching, into the Javan’s forest habitat
with poaching and deforestation, to greed development
and incoming natural disasters, will destroy their pastures
with a tsunami, volcano eruption, or just human overpopulation
There is also global warming, that creates sea level rising
that could wipeout their home, of their amazing habitat
and potential inbreeding, and wild cattle disease is climbing
while the human density syndrome, has turned us, into a rat
Indonesia is so far away.
I may not have ever met anyone from there.
Yet my heart is there right now, feeling sad, feeling empathy.
That so many people are hurting because of Friday’s tsunami.
Everything swiftly changing in a red minute,
A reminder to the rest of the world to hold every second of every day
As tightly as we can, cherishing the good, appreciating it for all it is worth.
Someone else’s sorrow is a heavenly reminder to us, the ones unscathed,
To love our love ones as much as we can every second because life is
Elusive, taken away suddenly, slipping off the edge of time in a whispery second.
When we take a deep breath or look away for a second, everything changes.
Indonesia seems closer than ever to me today.
I am praying for you, Indonesia.
Indonesia Pearl, queen of the Pink Rose Frogs
Intimidated all the rest of us including barnyard hogs.
She had a trusty spear and a poison blow gun too.
She would annihilate armies of others, before she was through.
She was a stealthy fighter, and marvelous at camouflage.
She would be upon you before you could flinch, scream or dodge.
She hung out in the Amazon, scaring cobras and alligators too.
She had a ruthless streak, there was nothing she would never do.
Indonesia Pearl, queen of the Pink Rose Frogs
Intimidated all the rest of us including barnyard hogs.
She had a trusty spear and a poison blow gun too.
She would annihilate armies of others, before she was through.
She was a stealthy fighter, and marvelous at camouflage.
She would be upon you before you could flinch, scream or dodge.
She hung out in the Amazon, scaring cobras and alligators too.
She had a ruthless streak, there was nothing she would never do.