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Sept. 1, 2022 for 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE' Poetry Contest
Categories: indonesian, animal,
Form: Footle

Asian Princess

An Asian girl is a beautiful princess in her own right. She's the crown jewel in the lives of all American guys, even me. Even though this awesome Asian girl doesn't have a crown on her head, she's still a princess in my eyes. It seems to me that she's the type of girl that I really want to be with, especially when we're going to get into a serious relationship in the near future. Whether she's either Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Korean, Thai, Filipino, Indonesian, or Malaysian, I still want to be with her. When I tend to look at her eyes, they look like a pair of black diamonds. And when I see her beautiful face, it's like looking at the face of an attractive angel. Her hair is so soft and smooth, it's like holding a silky cloth made entirely out of silkworms, especially when they're known for making good cloths. If only this Asian girl knew that I had so much love for her. And if I see this beautiful Asian princess (Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Filipino, Indonesian, Korean, Vietnamese, Thai, or Malaysian), I'd express my love for her. I hope fate will bring us together soon.
Categories: indonesian, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, romance, girl,
Form: Epic

To You, Tainan-I

In the beginning it was just a smell 
a smell i could not quite make sense of
a smell that the city was, a smell that the people in it were

in the beginning it was just a smell
a smell that dragged swarms of people of their homes
onto the streets, into the trains, into the strangers’ eyes and their uncharted territories 

slowly i realised 
all cities are, first, smells to the outsiders 
and Tainan was smell sound taste touch to me

there were moments when i felt
this city is just people, so many of them; how beautiful 
that i do not know any of them, yet i know them all

sometimes i would think if i emptied the city of all these countless faces 
and bodies jostling with each other, what would remain of the city? would it still beat if i put my ears into the hearts of the depeopled Shennong Street
at the dead of night?

i came to Taiwan for the same reason
that a Vietnamese, an Indonesian, or an American comes for,
to chase my dreams, to become more of me,

instead I became it

it wasn’t as easy and quick as they make it out to be; 
it took time, for love has its own mysterious ways 

i started to embrace Taiwan and its culture
huge numbers of scooters and cars
Everyone follows the traffic rules 
wait patiently for the green signals
one in Tainan city never feels pity
city buses and t-bikes are the best friends of a wanderer in the city
people are always helpful,
they adore you as they adore ‘hello kitty’;

small parks almost at every half a kilometer
elderly people like Mr. and Mrs. Wang use them for exercise
sometimes the parks provide sweet beds to the homeless;
i often use the underground passage of the Tainan train station
i look at the people sleeping there
they have made their small worlds in the underpass
they eat, they sleep, they chat with their neighbours
people look quite strange and funny without boundaries around them

their small worlds haven’t yet known the ways of the boundaries, the frontiers; these people are happy in heavy rains and in extreme cold, are they happy?
     Tainan has a home for everyone, i guess

when I feel bored, i go to the sea
and bathe in the sounds of its waves lapping against the shores
sunset-platform lets you enjoy the majestic sunset and calming breeze born of the boundless deep

_____to be continue in part-II
© Litan Dey  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: indonesian, city, culture,
Form: Prose Poetry

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Today

small gasps of air
    escape hearts of a feather

someone lifted the ground higher
someone lowered the sky closer
because somehow the clouds seem so close
like a minute away
like I just want to raise my hand up
and snatch that cotton candy
and to my mouth to melt
and to my skin to caress 

someone brought out the moon so early
in its full splendour it's there to admire
give me a hug dear moon
let me reciprocate dear moon 

from the skin so smooth
to a polygamy talk so tempting
in  this modern day and age
I guess you will have your man cave in the middle
of two or four huts, whatever number you choose to have
international lullaby you have mastered
from the Kenyan jewel
to the Indonesian gem
back to the America's gorgeous 
and who knows, Latinos so close

small gasps of air
   escapes hearts of a feather

it's so clear to see, 
the today
to love without boundaries 
the love of a broken heart
tries the winds from a many directions
Categories: indonesian, divorce, growth, life, love,
Form: Free verse

A Million Ways To Say I Love You

They say
?There are a million ways?
To say I love you

In this day and age?
I could only find
?In my computer’s brain?
The words 
to say I love you?
In 53 languages 
of the 10,000 languages
?Spoken on this planet

Someday I may be able
?To say the simple words
?I love you?
In all know languages?
This will have to suffice for a start

So I will say it
?Loud, and clear?
Just so you understand:

I love you (English)
Mein tumse pyar karta hoon (Hindi)
?Tu Tane prem karoo chu (Gujarati)
?Ame tomake bhalo bashe (Bengali)
?Me tula premkarto (Marati)?
Hum apse mohabbat karte hain (Urdu
?Mein thoda prem karanga (Punjabi)
?Man Dooset Daram 
(Persian)
?Ana Ahabik Yanooni (Arabic)
?Havala (Hebrew)
Yongchon(Chinese)
?Aloha (Hawaian)
?Cinta(Indonesian)
?Dangshinun sarang hayo (Korean)?
Ajo (Japanese)
?Kasih (Malay)
?Phom tirak khun krap (Thai)?
Akoay Paginghe ikou (Tagalog)
?Toi yeu ong(Vietnamese)
Renmen (Creole)
?Jesuis L’amour voies(French)
?Liefdle (Flemish)
?Estoy amor tu (Spanish)?
Yosono amore tu (Italian)
?Estou o amore tu (Portugese)
Dashuri (Albanian)
?Maiteizam (Basque)?
OBHYAM (Bulgarian)
?Ljubav (Croatian)
?Laska (Czech)
?Jeger en kaerlighed du (Danish)
?Ikben houden van jig (Dutch)
?Gra (Gaelic)
?Ich bin lieben tu (German)
?Agape/eros (Greek)
?Ami (Esperanto)?
Armastama (Estonian)
?Rakam (Finish)
?Envagyok szeretet te (Hungarian)
?Elska (Icelandic)
?Ejekirin (Kurdish)
?Milestiba (Latvian)
?Meile (Lithuanian)
?Eu dragoste tu (Romanian)
?JHOBOEL Lubush (Russian)
?Elske (Norweigan)
?Easka (Slovak)?
JBYBAB (Serbian)?
Jagdan karlek du (Swedish)
?KOYATH (Ukraine)
?Benin sevi sen (Turkish)?
Ahava (Yiddish)
Ngingu u thando ungu (Zulu)
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: indonesian, love, love hurts,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member To Your Majesty, One Big....

...Hoender - Afrikaans, Pulë - Albanian, ???? - Arabic, ?????? - Belarusian, ???? - Bulgarian, 
Pollastre - Catalan, ? - Chinese (Simplified), ? - Chinese (Traditional), Piletina - Croatian, 
Kurecí - Czech, Kylling - Danish, Kip - Dutch, Kanaliha - Estonian, Manok - Filipino, 
Kana - Finnish, Galiña - Galician, ??t?p???? - Greek, ??? - Hebrew, ???? - Hindi, Csirke - 
Hungarian, Kjúklingur - Icelandic, Ayam - Indonesian, Sicín - Irish, ?? - Japanese, 
??? - Korean, Calis - Latvian, Vištiena - Lithuanian, ??????? - Macedonian, 
Ayam - Malay, Kylling - Norwegian, ???? - Persian, Kurczak - Polish, Pui - Romanian, 
?????? - Russian, ???????? -  Serbian, Kuracie - Slovak, Kuku - Swahili, Kyckling - Swedish, 
??? - Thai, Tavuk - Turkish, ????? - Ukrainian, Gà - Vietnamese, Cyw Iâr - Welsh, 
????? - Yiddish, Huhn - German, Frango - Portuguese, Poulet - French, Pollo - Italian, 
Pollo - Spanish, Chicken - Maltese, Chicken - Slovenian, Chicken - English.,...-=.....-=..-=..-
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Categories: indonesian,
Form:


Watcha Wanna Do Janie Doe

Hey there Janie,last name Doe...
tell me baby,where ya wanna go?
maybe for a ride feel the wind in your hair,
maybe the nearest park,or an old country fair?

May I suggest,we take the fastest jet
fly overseas,to the sights the old world set,
climb Peru,spend the night at Machu Pichu
talk all night under starlight and o-o-hhh...

Then let's fly to Maui,hold hands and kapowie
kick alittle surf alittle sand then you can WOW me,
jump into a dugout and paddle to Easter Island
sit with the Mo'ai and watch those sunsetting strands,
maybe even imagine what those statues see
share some philosophy,at the ocean of dreams...

Then let's jetset,walk the sands of the Middle East
camel caravan to Petra,enjoy an ancient feast,
walk the Giza Pyramids,pretend to be King and Queen
lounge along the Nile amongst shady papyrus reeds,
visit all those ancient symbols waiting to be decoded
we should do it now before time eventually erodes it,
maybe discover an altogether different meaning
maybe uncover ancient secrets and new learning...

Then let's walk,the jungles of Angor Wat-her
taste some of Arabia,Persia,India and Indonesian fare,
let's visit the Philipines,that's where my family is from
enjoy their island generosity,and do alittle some-some...

So heythere Janie Doe...
watcha wanna do...where ya wanna go,
as long as we're together,it's always our show...
Categories: indonesian, imaginationnight, old, easter, night,
Form: Free verse

A Letter From Indonesia

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.
Categories: indonesian, imagination, nature, places, light,
Form: Rhyme

Logo Streets

Logo streets
 Tarek Hassan

I saw in Kathmandu in Nepal

Hand-crafted paintings of the city, aesthetic artistry

She did like him forgot

Suddenly the door sound  memory.

I went to the Indonesian island of buttam

Filled eyes saw, the sea shore

I wrote the name of the plane splitting book

Baluchar got to bed rest.

I saw the sea waves Malay

A long line of rows in the garden of the plume,

Malekkara arranged the scene, to me,

It was really fascinating, bhuleni mind.

I saw the Maldives, around the island city

Travel enthusiasts spend hours in the parlor

Small passenger plane shuttled everyone

No it does not flying and landing  airport.

I've lived long, the city of dreams

  Eternal spring in the country, the love

Took her as his workers,

He went to the city, I saw how much

Are there to touch hands 

luxury lifetime pass in  Palace.

I traveled in China in technology

Many people say to me they don't understand 

I was impressed to see the love of their homeland,

How many state alleges the new angirase

lightning  at night I have seen in Beijing.

I went to Hong Kong on the way

He also saw how the people

I am surprised the external mix, fascinating behaviors,

I have no one to tell details.

I have seen skilled people in the Philippines exercises

Again I saw something there to look dirty,

I was shocked to see their culture

Girl brutalized the country.

I went to India, to heal the mind

How many scenes have been unknowingly plunge

I have seen the Taj Mahal in Agra, I thought again and again

Why do we need so much love.

I bent down and touched the high mountains of Bhutan

I shook with fear of their lives when the plane varies

I'm going down through the mountains.

I went to Australia, on the ground

 I could not keep my feet,

The fate did not respond to me, warning that day

dream  is still chasing me.

I love to this day, do not see the city

I did it in the hope chest, one night,

This is a dream I have traveled on the fog

Logo luxury streets.
Categories: indonesian, art, bangla, beach, beautiful,
Form: ABC

Rafflesia

Below sky that is azure
In Indonesian forest lives corpse flower
Its growth power
Can be felt in its size for it is a meter wide flower

It is red looks like pouring lava volcano with jar inside
It is rare Indonesian forest is only place it will reside
It has crown that looks like abrasive paper with large rocks protruding from the side
The “rocks” look like they were surrounded by lava because its red dyed 

Although as a flower it is weird
It is endeared
It lasts only a week after it has first appeared 
But what it is just a pale reflection of is to be revered  

It is the primordial with no other word being able to match that definition
Like a phantom unveiled by a magician 
That flower lives not in forest but it is surreal apparition 
But for many it is of hope true beacon
Categories: indonesian, flower,
Form: Rhyme

We the One Who Die

We The One Who Die


There you have it, something marvelous that is nigh impossible to achieve…
A small country hamlet that has completely banned smoking, you better  believe…

Somewhere in an offbeat location in Indonesia, people there achieve an impossible  feat …
There, in a small country hamlet, or kampong  by local slang, everybody has smoking beat…

The people that live in this unique hamlet or kampong exhibit remarkable self restraints…
How else can you explain this impossible feat of  successfully achieving a No Smoking ban…

Of course there are visible signs from the local authorities declaring this smoking ban…
There, at the very entrance to this unique settlement of country folks living simple lives,… 

A simple sign reads  “Thank You For Not Smoking, Say No To Cigarettes”  for every  visitor…
Another says “You The One Who Smoke, We The One Who Die”, what a grim reminder..

Tobacco related economic s are stymied here in this hamlet of simple country living…
Unlike in the rest of Indonesia where as high as 30% of adults are hooked on smoking..

For a country with 200,000 smoking related deaths a year, this hamlet is setting  the lead….
Nearby kampungs, villages and communities are working  hard in trying  to emulate…

The seductive lure of the tobacco related economy and monies are insignificant factors…
When the individual, and the community, are resolute and determined to prosper…

For the monetary savings from not smoking daily  are very significant to better spending…
As evidenced from the comments gathered from those who have stopped smoking…

This little piece of writing is my salutations for the people who are residents in that area..
Where fresh country air is free of tobacco particulates and life couldn’t be any better…

I could imagine in my mind the simple lifestyle there on offer,  a simple country hamlet…
Off the beaten route, away from the din and bustle of modern high paced hassles….

Bravo  to the residents of  this rustic Indonesian village called Kampung Bone Bone ….
Bravo for their collective success of promoting and prospering health to each home…



http://www.star2.com/health/wellness/2016/03/18/this-tiny-kampung-did-what-authorities-couldnt-ban-smoking-completely/
Categories: indonesian, appreciation, community, education, encouraging,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member The Sweat Shop Plague

sweat shops exist all over the world
they are crowded factories
with poor working conditions
big name brands wanting to cut cost
contract these sweat shops
to make fast trend fashions
jeans, shoes, bags, and so much more

they exist in every country in this world
we hear a lot about factories 
in places like China, Indonesian
Korea, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka etc, etc
they even exist in USA 
the land of the free Canada
and I imagine the wages in  "civilized"
countries are a bit better but still not very good

the workers receive insufficient wages
that do not even meet basic needs
in many cases there is child labour
there are no benefits
with long hours with no extra payment

you have seen the images
workers bent over sewing machines
in huge factories their children at their feet
what the pictures don't show
is the exhaustion to survive on each face

imagine making 3 cents per hour
and working 14-16 hours a day
everyday of your life just to have some money
or paid 2- 6 cents per piece
and working 60 to 70 hours a week

these factories even use 
human trafficking as labor
perhaps think about that the next
time you buy some new clothes
from well known brands

and it does not stop with clothing
shoes and bags, it is much more than that  

_____________________
February 10, 2022


Poetry/Free Verse/the sweat shop plague
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1429-244-10
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France

Written for the Premier contest, The Sweat Shop
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 03/05/2022
Categories: indonesian, abuse, child abuse, poverty,
Form: Free verse

International

I would like to dance
in a midst of an African party
wearing masks, half-nude,
feeling the beat,
the rhythm,
and the heat across my chest.
 
Then I would like to fly
under the infinite Asian sky
liberating my soul, heart, and mind
under the effect of the Indonesian rice wine.
 
Then I would live for the white tundra
in a solitary confinement,
reproaching myself differently,
maybe in a more philosophic aspect.
 
Returning, I would go to the Caribbean,
praying the life,
hugging the sea, kissing the sun,
and singing, singing for the humanity
far, far in infinity.
Categories: indonesian, adventure, beach, beautiful, dance,
Form: Verse

Funny Quotes

Quotes:

"I hate maths, when I was a kid there was always have a maths problems subject, maths problem, and I have to solve it... Why I have to solve it? Why don't the maths grow up and solve his own problem?"



Quotes by: Deddy Corbuzier , Indonesian Magician & Presenter
Categories: indonesian, funny, humorous,
Form:

Premium Member Chiquita Cafe

Indonesian limelight,
Sweltering Catholic skies,
My burden floats with whimpering puppies.
I’m left with twin sisters inside a giant watermelon.
You never read my dreams like I wanted you to.
I never fit into your brain the way you’d like me to.
Now I wait forever under the strange spinning sun clocks,
While some mysterious justice wisps through the banana air,
Leaving me breathless, and pantless, in Tacoma.
Categories: indonesian, humor,
Form: Free verse
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