Sabtu, 06 Juni 2009

Syubbanul wathon

Seiring waktu yang berjalan
Yang memulai dengan keteguhan hati
Untuk mencipta kepercayaan nurani
Bulan engkaulah cahya malamku
Bintang engkaulah perhiasan gelapku
Akankah selalu dalam malamku
Naungi samudra mimpi yang terhempas
Ukur pahitnya kehidupan
Lambaikan semangat dalam jiwa ku
   Wahai pencipta alam
   Aku ingin berikan sujudku
   Tuk menebus segala dosaku
   Hina yang selama ini ku tapaki
   Oh....tuhan yang maha kuasa
   Nurut,taat itu yang ku impi.......

Minggu, 05 April 2009

syubbanul wathon

sekolah yang luar biasa
membawa murid ke cahaya
terangi hati kala ku duka
saat cobaan datang
bersama deru ombak besar
kita tahan dengan karang yang suci
syubbanul wathon
ku ingin kekompakan
dalm jiwa yang mendalam
sedalam palung mindanao
kekompakan adalah awal kesuksesan

THE ACT


There were the roses, in the rain.
Don't cut them, I pleaded.
They won't last, she said.
But they're so beautiful
where they are.
Agh, we were all beautiful once, she said,
and cut them and gave them to me
in my hand.

HER TRIUMPH


I did the dragon's will until you came
Because I had fancied love a casual
Improvisation, or a settled game
That followed if I let the kerchief fall:
Those deeds were best that gave the minute wings
And heavenly music if they gave it wit;
And then you stood among the dragon rings.
I mocked, being crazy, but you mastered it
And broke the chain and set my ankles free,
Saint George or else a pagan Perseus;
And now we stare astonished at the sea,
And a miraculous strange bird shrieks at us.

MY TRUE LOVE HATH MY HEART AND I HAVE HIS


My true love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for another given;
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true love has my heart and I have his.
His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

Jumat, 03 April 2009

Love - what is love

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

To Friends at Home
To friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost
The gracious old, the lovely young, to May
The fair, December the beloved,
These from my blue horizon and green isles,
These from this pinnacle of distances I,
The unforgetful, dedicate.

How Do I Love Thee?

poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Beautiful Dreamer

 poem by Stephen Foster


Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

The Great Lover

Rupert Brooke
I have been so great a lover: filled my days
So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,
The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and silent content,
And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,
For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear
Our hearts at random down the dark of life.
Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife
Steals down, I would cheat drowsy Death so far,
My night shall be remembered for a star
That outshone all the suns of all men's days.
Shall I not crown them with immortal praise
Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me
High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see
The inenarrable godhead of delight?
Love is a flame; we have beaconed the world's night.
A city: and we have built it, these and I.
An emperor: we have taught the world to die.
So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,
And the high cause of Love's magnificence,
And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names
Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,
And set them as a banner, that men may know,
To dare the generations, burn, and blow
Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming...
These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;

Senin, 30 Maret 2009

PENTECOST



Better a jungle in the head
than rootless concrete.
Better to stand bewildered
by the fireflies' crooked street;

winter lamps do not show
where the sidewalk is lost,
nor can these tongues of snow
speak for the Holy Ghost;

the self-increasing silence
of words dropped from a roof
points along iron railings,
direction, in not proof.

But best is this night surf
with slow scriptures of sand,
that sends, not quite a seraph,
but a late cormorant,

whose fading cry propels
through phosphorescent shoal
what, in my childhood gospels,
used to be called the Soul.

A City's Death By Fire


Derek Walcott

After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;
Under a candle's eye, that smoked in tears, I
Wanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire.
All day I walked abroad among the rubbled tales,
Shocked at each wall that stood on the street like a liar;
Loud was the bird-rocked sky, and all the clouds were bales
Torn open by looting, and white, in spite of the fire.
By the smoking sea, where Christ walked, I asked, why
Should a man wax tears, when his wooden world fails?
In town, leaves were paper, but the hills were a flock of faiths;
To a boy who walked all day, each leaf was a green breath
Rebuilding a love I thought was dead as nails,
Blessing the death and the baptism by fire

ONE DAY LATER

One day later
My body will die
But in the distich of this poem
I wouldn’t acquiesce you alone

One day later
My voice wouldn’t be heard again
Yet among rows of this poem
I will steadfast investigate you

One day later
My vision will be unrecognized again
Yet, in the letter cracks of this poem
I’ll look for you forever

Aubade

 

As I would free the white almond from the green husk
So I would strip your trappings off,
Beloved.
And fingering the smooth and polished kernel
I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting.

Decade
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

a night without a wish


Sondhit

you are standing with an open door
the promises are on the floor
the wind is dead
there's no more life left

you can't feel the bones inside your flesh
all you got left is your mess
you can only hear your own breath
praying nothing but your death

the clouds are not moving
they just disappeared
only the moon is your salvation
but it remain voiceless in the dark

your standing here
feeling nothing
all is lost
all is gone
until the sun greets you in the morning
and hope starts to come..

And The Clock Ticks On

A cry in the dark
lonely, sad and sick
often thought of suicide

standing in front of the mirror
hollowed cheeks
skiny
balding
bring back the memory
of being humiliated

living on borrowed time
hiding in the shadow of disease
shunned by friends and relatives
you find precious little to live for


by :tiara

Minggu, 29 Maret 2009

Roses are Red

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Carnations are Sweet
And so are you.

And so are they
That send you this
And when we meet
We'll have a kiss.

- Author Unknown -

The day

The day of love requires a companion,
But I find myself at this time all alone.
Words of sweet affection fill the morning
Like bells outside the windows of my room.

I don't know why I don't have someone with me.
I've loved and been loved through the restless years.
The mysteries of love I hold within me
Are a darkness unrelieved by moon and stars.

And yet I feel more love than I have ever
Felt within the circle of a kiss.
Love need not be a passion or a fever,
Nor does it need a hand for its caress.

Love does not require a companion.
It doesn't need an object or a home.
It flies above the ecstasy of morning
And fills the universe inside my room.

- Sholay -

A Love Poem

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women you can
I prize thy love more than whole mines of Gold.
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold repay,
Then while we live, in love let's so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.


-Ann Bradstreet

Sabtu, 28 Februari 2009

syubbanul wathon

Sinaran yang terang benderang
Yang selalu menhiasi dunia
Untuk semua manusia
Berbagai godaan datang
Berjuta masalah yangtlah hinggap
Antara jiwa yang hilang
Namun cahaya yang slau menghiasi
Untuk kita semua
Lanjut ok


Waktu kan terus berjalan
Ancaman kanterus datang
Tidak sadarkah mereka
Hati qta tak mudah goyah
Ok
N THE END.........

Senin, 23 Februari 2009

TRUE LOVE

engkaulah samudra jiwaku
engkaulah pelabuhan lubuk hatiku
dermaga kasihku
yang tak mungkin kulupakan
kaulah yang pernah hiasi hatiku
dengan cintamu yang suci
walau berakhir dengan pahit
ku yang slalu merasa berdosa
yang tlah membuatmu menangis
maafkanlah diriku
yang tlah memilih jalan terbaik untuk kita
walau kadang berat tuk melupakanmu

SANG BIDADARI

kulihat pesina sang bidadari
membuat tak tenang hati ini
bergetar menghantui
sesekali ku lihat dia
membuat keindahan jiwaku
hingga terpana di buatnya
apa yang harus aku perbuat?
ku hanya seorang pecundang
yang tak mau berusaha
walau ku sangat menginginkan dirinya
tuk mengubah hidup ku
yang telah lam hampa dan bati sakit di hatiku

GERSANG

matahari lelah bersinar seharian
seperti cinta yang melelahkan
kala cinta membuat perih
di hati dan perasaan
kelukaan yang sangat mendalam
merasuk dan membeku
bersama darah keabadian
hidupku........
hanya sebuah penantian
ketidak pastian untuk menunggu
menuggu....menunggu....
dan..menunggu...