Indonesian Poems | Examples

If I Didn't Have Her

Jika saya tidak mempunya dia, 
Hidup saya akan berakhir. 
If I didn’t have her, 
My life would be over.
Tidak akan ada warna.
Tidak akan ada yang menarik
There would be no color.
There would be nothing interesting.
Hidup tidak akan berbaloi untuk dijalani.
Hidup saya akan berakhir. 
Life would not be worth living.
My life would be over.

Erwtensoep

ERWTENSOEP

Split peas, sometimes with ham
This soup served in Amsterdam
Smoked pork belly, sausage too
Served nice and hot will just do
Carrot, onion, leek and celeriac
The thought of it takes me back

This combination did it for me
When I worked there in ‘83
Breakfast was always uitsmijter
Smiled at the girl just to spite her
Eggs and ham on fresh bread
Ordered early to stay ahead

Coffee drunk all through the day
Strong to handle come what may
A cold beer or two over lunch
With those little crisps to crunch
With meetings in the afternoon
I did my thing none too soon

Dinner was typically Indonesian
Sometimes influenced by Frisian
Rijsttafel, a surprise in every bowl
But delicious food always the goal
Elsewhere, desserts are plentiful
Big portions seem quite bountiful

But if I had just one item to order
Every time I crossed that border
It would be erwtensoep, every time
Everyday Dutch cuisine in its prime
Whatever kind of café I was ever in
I’d wash it down with ice cold gin

Indonesian Beauty

what a glorious Indonesian delight
fragrant dainty ephemeral beauty
she brings her recipient serenity and joy
remembering her first bouquet when she was twelve
eighty years ago; she deeply sighs.

Moldavite Tablet

Indonesian folklore and Brazilian god An Puch are in agreement
moldavite, a vitreous silica projectile glass is the remnant of an invasion.
sky people from the Tyraxious Galaxy
left it as a clue when they took the Mayans
dispelling beliefs that Mayans were killed out by disease or an earthquake.

emerald tablet which is here today has mystical powers understood by….
a seventh daughter of the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
this crucial tablet fell from alien space ship as it left with the Mayans
if we are to transform into the kindest, purest humans we can be.

until we unlock the secrets and memories of the moldavite tablet
the earth will continue to have a struggle with strife, disease and war.
spiritual beings are unlocking our minds all the time, to elicit change.
knowing when we understand, we will all become one.
because one equals won.

Collie Dog Footles

Santa Claws

Jolly
Collie

Christmas Decoration for Collies

Collie
Holly

Christmas Gift for Collie Pup

Collie
Dolly

Collies’ Spiritual Leader

Dalai
Collie

What the heck?

Golly,
Collie!

Indonesian Collie

Bali
Collie

An African Collie

Mali
Collie

Lassie’s Tell-All Book

Collie’s 
Follies

Sept. 1, 2022 for 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE' Poetry Contest

Boxing Day 2004

Image of Tsunami Riptide Natural Disaster provided by Pixabay.

Boxing Day 2004
Poetic Form: Rhyme

Half the world sleeps, the rest are unease
when the Indonesian seafloor fell
as jolt ... Richter 9 plus few degrees
collapsed structures that chimes the death knell
the rolling tossed many to their knees
danger festering, biding a spell
tsunamis threat warns the expertise
too late to head inland as fear swell
latter killed most, death lists ... the eyes seize.

2021 May 09

*HMS chosen o'er PS (differs)

Self-Forgiveness :: Indonesian Sonnet

Guru said, how many times to tell you
it's okay to make mistakes but don't sit
idle; accept it, good part now you’d knew
how it fails, don't try to prove you're unfit.

Also, learned the self-forgiveness to you,
how to love self despite fault, not to quit.
Cherish steps taken to correct and do
once more; don't hold negative thoughts and sit.

Look at those poor lives, they're homeless, sick too
Thank HIM, you're better off, not a misfit
So forgive yourself for your mistakes, do
not regret, said Guru, do you get it?

Don't worry much about what other do
think of you. Do things you love to make it.
~X~X~X~

Iwan Fals Born Virgiawan Listanto On September 3 1961-

IWAN FALS born VIRGIAWAN LISTANTO ON September 3, 1961-


I  am Iwan Fals an Indonesian singer-songwriter Times™Magazine named me “A Great Asian Hero”.
While I was 18 formed a group band named Amburadul, released an album “Perjalanan”
Associated acts were so Kantata Takwa, Swami reprised reputation as a Country Protest singer
Name at born really “Virgiawan Listanto” from within Jakarta, Indonesia

Forward first son, Galang Rambu Anarki born. One of Fals' best-known songs, Galang Rambu Anarki, was written for his son's birth.
Anak Wayang song (1994) (as part of Amburadul group)first song Perjalanan (1979)
Lyrica themes been compared to Bob Dylan, a key influences songs observational and or political
Sing Sarjana Muda descriptive documentary lyrics, heavy use of harmonica also features country-style banjo and violin






Iwan Fals is an Indonesian singer– Born: September 3, 1961 (age 57 years) 


8/24/19
For My Upcoming Birthday (09-03) Celebrity - Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula

Sariputra and Social Justice

Once Sariputra has paid a visit to the UN meeting.

- Social justice remains an elusive dream for poor people around the world, - the first speaker said.

- Besides economic efficiency, side effects, funding mechanisms and political feasibility that can be taken into account, - the second one underlined.

- To us, social justice is about the emancipation of men and women, - the third specified.

- Social justice for all Indonesian people is symbolized by the gold and white paddy and cotton plant, - the fourth speaker described it in a pretty metaphorical way.

- It is time to call world by its true name: social justice, - the fifth stated.

When the sixth one, a serious, bearded man, headed to the rostrum, Sariputra got bored with looking at them.

«There is neither dream, nor poor and reach, nor economics, nor side effects, nor efficiency and feasibility, nor emancipation, nor men and women, nor Indonesia, nor gold and white paddy, nor cotton, nor world, nor social justice», - Sariputra thought and, taking a yawn, went to the Maltsevsky market where, they say, a blind man was given a knitted shawl.

Save 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.

Homeward

homeward

The landscape of my dreams is a Pampa
with occasional trees, 
Like commas stretching to the horizon and not a full stop in between the extreme 
I was born in a gorge between dark mountains
that was ok till the got a tunnel and Indonesian got work cleaning floors, 
we`re now patronizing and multinational.
Then an Arab arrived and many joined NF, except the teacher how refused 
to write anything with semi-colons and the swelling rank of neo- liberals.

Sapphire Sialia

Deep sky-blue, a neat bit darker on wings,
And a cool piece paler below,
With calm white under it
To feed and clean trees, from perches, 
Male Mountain Bluebirds hunt insects, 
Or toppingly while on the wing
With their long wings, hovering flight, 
And marvelously quick dives, yet
Females are lovely brown tinged with grey
With cute tinges of pale blue in the wings
Pretty Tail likewise the wings
Andy and Sody are my old sparrow friends
What do you do in so windy winter? I asked 
Sody said "her nest is the best" Andy agreed
I gave to them a pouch of grains- Asian pearl millets, 
Some Indian fresh sesames as well as
A sack of Indonesian berry with Chinese natural brown sugar

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.

Foreign Foods

indonesian beaches and
days of infinite hunger
drunk and repellent
I am again
there’s no time for fishy flattery
'cause god called a horseman
flogging a dead horse
outlaw of the oscillation nation
playing with matches
by the gas-works
and I have this foreboding
of foreign foods
and fishmonger hooks

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

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