Once upon a time
A snake is coiling, gracefully —
Eating its tail.
Temasek – February 22, 2015 – 6:42pm
Category: Poetic
Bee – haiku
1
A small dot
Is buzzing among petals —
Oh one bee!
2
Gold nectar’s
Running through the tongue of —
Working bee.
3
One finger
Is swollen: bruised and fat —
A bee stung.
Temasek – February 21, 2015 – 9:33pm
Red But Not Rose (haiku)
Red’s blossoming
Bright, under new year sun —
But not rose.
Red but not rose
Flourish along the Orchard —
Imported beauty.
Tames – February 20, 2015 – 5:00pm
Mawar – haiku (Rose)
Embun pagi
Murni dan jernih, membungkus rekahan —
Mawar merah.
Morning dew
Pure and clean, wraps the blossom —
of red, red rose.
Makati SRL – January 27, 2015 – 9:09pm
Click
When do you feel it’s time to act? When time allows.
When does time allow? When we are ready.
When are we ready? When we have strong determination.
When do we have strong determination? When we have strong grounds.
When do we have strong grounds? When all reasons are well collected.
When? When the Universe gives us a click.
Singapore – January 25, 2015 – 10:12pm
Comfort (haiku)
Under the head,
Wrapped in white sheets, there hidden is —
A pillow.
Singapore – January 19, 2015 – 9:29pm
Die Hard (haiku)
Ground-rooted
Bed of green grasses survive —
Long-lastingly.
Singapore – January 18, 2015 – 9:44pm
Gifts From Nature
Gift is everywhere, reflected by the heart as mirror reflecting shadows. How clear this heart is? See these pictures and find if there’s gift presented by nature.
Rainbow arch
Slides down to earth,
Pouring colors
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Prawn spruce in a golf court in Cupertino, California
Betel leave in Tulungagung, Indonesia
Banana field with farmer couple in Lumajang, Indonesia
Green on green with an inserted red, Singapore
Snail on a walk path, Singapore
Green fountain in Tulungagung, Indonesia
Fungi on tree trunk, Aloon-aloon Tulungagung
Blooming grass flower in Nagoya, Japan
We call it “bungur china” flower, flower shot in Nagoya
Mushroom on the tree, Nagoya
What flower is it Nagoya presented? Such beauty in mini….
A dove is cooing just below my window, greeting me with warm friendly regards from nature,
Not sure what they’re named but they are in Changi International Airport….
Happy Holiday, All!
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Temasek – December 21, 2014 – 5:15
Here In Shanghai (haiku)
The chilling wind,
White jacket wraps inner layers —
With rose tea.
Me, Sharon, Connie in a winter conversation in Shanghai accompanied by a jug of rose tea
Pudong SRL – December 18, 2014 – 7:24am
The Birds
Goura Cristata (crown dove)
These birds —
They never sing false notes. Humans slip their tongues now and then.
Where did the birds learn to sing? How did they master the sounds without flaw?
A silent crow
Oye, Birds…. Would you tell her? Would you teach him?
To sing beautifully, to talk flawlessly?
Or, at least I using the real voice of theirs…. Be it chirping, be it crowing, be it cooing…. So be it, as long as it’s their real languages.
Three geese at the lake
Temasek – December 10, 2014 – 2:55am
Coloring Mandala – Haiku
I’ve been coloring mandalas in a book entitled Coloring Mandala 4 For Confidence, Energy, and Purpose by Susanne F. Fincher. It’s fun, really fun. And while coloring the mandalas, my imagination is unlimitedly wandering around my cosmic awareness. My fingers become relaxed as much as my mind is….
Swirling pencils
Push me to a colorful valley —
Submerged in joy.
Some of the colored mandalas, please enjoy….
Singapore – November 22, 2014 – 12:42am
Haiku – Trip
Wind beneath wings
Is gliding then soaring — me
To destination.
Picture borrowed from http://www.planespotters.net/Production_List/Airbus/A319/4215,9V-SBG-SilkAir.php
Malaysia, to Singapore – November 20, 2014 – 7:59am
Laughter To Envy
Then I just laughed when you suggested a fact that I am watched by you….
But does it really matter?
No, it matters only to you…. And, some folks next to you, who have the same feather but can’t fly. So high, in the imaginary sky, without capable to fly.
Does it really matter?
No, it never matters to me…. Only sketched some seconds in a note, that is as brittle as a butterfly’s wings. For a while, in beauty, no sustainability.
Does it really matter?
Not really. Really not, finally. Your voice, your choir, your noise doesn’t matter to this path.
Enjoy the cloud where you think you sit, but actually you skid.
Thanks, friends…. For sharing me the face of envy.
Dear beagle Skipper
AMK Street 64 – November 14, 2014 – 6:45am
Haiku – Vibration
Touching my chest
I hear throbbing pulses there —
Sign of life.
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Breezing wind
Sweeps my hair and curtain, flying —
Cool air.
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Coarse sand
And soil cover my skin and hair —
Earth is here.
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Today I just want to emit vibration of love to all animals and underprivileged people in the world to support them in silence. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved. You are safe, you are safe, you are safe….. Mother Earth is helping you, protecting you all from harmful human beings. Be strong, be strong, be strong….. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are loved, you are loved, you are loved. You are safe, you are safe, you are safe…..
Singapore – November 8, 2014 – 9:39pm
Right
When is left right?
When he turns his body around, 180 degree.
When is right left?
Just the same motion done —
It’s never about a rigid definition,
Only how his focus balances the light and angle.
Singapore, October 22, 2014 – 10:37am
Morning (haiku)
Sun and moon
Give me spaces all over–
Welcoming morning
Singapore – October 22, 2014 – 5:13am
Moon (Rembulan) – bilingual
It is a full moon two days from now. I am waiting for it. She might appear full, hiding her pocky face to make me happy…. She-Night, will you shower me with your bright blessing full of messages from the gods and goddesses? Or, would you tap my transparent bubbles bursting out all secrets of Universe? Shalom….
Dua hari lagi bulan purnama yang kunanti-nanti. Rembulan mungkin muncul bulat-bulat, menyembunyikan wajah bopengnya untuk membahagiakanku…. Dewi Malam, akankah kau menyiramiku dengan pendaran berkah penuh berita dari dewa-dewi? Atau, akankah kau letuskan gelembung-gelembung bening yang menyemburkan segala rahsia Semesta? Salam….
Yio Chu Kang Rd – Oct’ 7, 2014 – 12:25am
Long Before
Long before I hug you under the shed of light, you have chosen me to do….
It is not my intention. It is your wish to do….
Wings folded,
Halo un-rung,
Down to me you flew….
To my life, to my heart, to get absorbed by my soul.
And,
Time to press the button:
Last day of your physical being to be with us….
They call it death, let’s call it gate….
You’ve chosen somebody else,
I’m okay.
Be safe.
Be great. Be the bearer of the light….
I never regret for being your human – tears flowing isn’t a sign of sadness. Allow me to cry when remembering you, it is a celebration of my pride of being a mom of a cat that is now waiting to be born as a human being….
Wherever you are, be loving, be loved….
Thank you, Bob….
Singapore – July 23, 2014 – 11:22
Love’s Day – Why?
I have so much love in my heart. I don’t need one named day to express mine to anyone. I can express it today, tomorrow, any days in the future like I did it yesterday, tester month, long long ago…. I just need love to do it. If I still have love in heart, I still have things to share.
I might have no flowers for you, but I definitely send you fragrance of flowers in my love….
I might not have chocolate for you, but I save the bitter-sweet shape of love in every breath I take then give…
I don’t have symbols when giving love. I just do with all my heart.
Be it misunderstood as too much, it is not a problem for me.
I just love…
My love touches all… Only the one that can feel the touch.
If the love is not felt, hopefully my love can grow bigger so that it can reach the untouchable surface of heart….
Life is so short.
How short it is, I don’t know.
It is not countable like the age.
But in the un-measured shortness, let’s appreciate it by doing things.
Doing things, the best manner we can.
No matter what, we have no choice but doing to be…. Being….
Doing the best
Being human,
In the shortness of life
Spreading love….
Vibrating my loving soul to the universe….
I love you, mother.
I love you, sisters.
I love you, my dear Bob….
I love you all fellow creatures….
Peace be upon all the universe….
Singapore – February 14, 2014 – 12:19am
MUSIC
kutemukan musik dalam hidup
aliran udara dan tekanan angin yang berbeda menjadi musik
gemericik air dan gulungan debu menjadi nada
tarikan dan hembusan nafas yang satu-satu lembut, sedang, memburu, sesak… tempo…
musik,
jiwa yang berirama,
kehidupan yang berpola,
nuansa yang menggema beribu tahun, kembali mengingatkanku pada alunan musik
terlupa sejenak lalu ingat ketika terpanggil oleh kerinduan….
akan masa-masa yang penuh cinta…
musik selalu menggugah emosi,
menelusuri rasa,
membangkitkan keimanan akan pertemuan dengan yang sejati
dengan YangSejati….
Yio Chu Kang Road, 28 Agustus 2013 – 21:30
BERKISAH TENTANG…
Berkisahku tentang
Sesuatu yang nisbi ada
Yang berkelindan dalam rangkaian rantai hidup
Jika terputus bukan karena patah melainkan karena terhalang kabut….
Tiada yang kuragukan
Hanya sebatas diselubungi lupa dan alpa.
Jikalau ada waktu ku ‘kan temukan pintu, semua pintu
Menuju surga….
Kita berkisah ku
Tentang semua yang pasti… Di siang hari
Di bawah temaram matahari disaput mega,
Yang ada adalah cerita….
Berkisah ku tentang balada anak manusia
Yang tak kunjung siap meninggalkan mimpinya,
Menuju tikungan terakhir….
Menuju kekasihnya….
Changi – 11 Juni 2013 10:28 malam
Menanti Shanghai tiba
Once Upon A Time When I Broke His Heart
24 hours
And he didn’t come home
Calls were shouted
“Man, please come to me. I miss you a lot.”
But no sign…
He didn’t think I was important.
He broke my heart.
Really.
36 hours
He gave me a ring.
“I’m coming. Do prepare, I miss home already. Don’t let me down.”
He knocked on the door.
I went out.
But three musketeers were before him.
They blocked his way home.
Those three delicate creatures were kinda telling me and him that we could not be together that day.
The light in his eyes faded
Like an electricity black out.
He scolded at me in his silence…
Then walked away.
Again he looked back staring at me full of hatred…
Then walked away.
That was just yesterday when I broke his heart.
This poem is for Bob Kucing that could not enter my house because of three cats sitting at the terrace, wanting to be fed by me. Oh, Bob please hold your jealousy. You are always my number one cat. The rest are just orphans needing our help. I love you, Bob Kucing… 🙂
December 25, 2012 – 11:18pm
My small hut at Cisadane river bank
Fyi, Bob went home then and ate with mounting jealousy though he he he…
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Ketika seseorang membelimu
Dengan seporsi makanan enak dan segelas minuman segar
Dengan selembar voucher belanja
Dengan voucher handphone untuk tetap bisa bicara
Dengan ongkos taksi supaya kau bisa pulang malam
Apakah kau serta-merta menerimanya?
Aku tidak!
Aku tidak menerimanya.
Aku hanya menerima
Orang-orang
Yang membeliku dengan warna pelangi.
Pelangi di jiwaku:
Merahku memberanikan
Jinggaku menguatkan
Kuningku memenangkan
Hijauku menyegarkan
Biruku menenangkan
Nilaku menghargai
Unguku menghormati
Terima kasiku pada mereka
Kutinggalkan pembeli teman untuk kembali pada pelukis pelangi jiwaku.
Rumah kecil di tepi Kali Cisadane
8 Agustus 2012 – 4:26 sore
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