Sunday, February 27, 2011

Silence the Noise

In the crowds of hundreds commuters
mind was busy thinking
what for it's being there
where ears  continued going banged
by the shouts of decibels

At the corner of the sidewalks
down the Metro of ambushes
to blow your nerves
still the will couldn't give in the wheels

Justice in the loaded barrels
it's what being applied when you're on the street
as you're on your own
there'll be no one but you
to step aside the bumpy roads

As the crowds went nasty and mean
it's on your feet how the walk be made
just like in your vessels where the blood be flown

(Kucingan Mas Roni, Jl. Hayamwuruk Pleburan, Semarang, 27 Pebruari 2011)

Friday, February 25, 2011

Stone cold River

A river splits the valley
its length is so distant as it may be
up the stream couple miles away
as you walk up there on your naked feet

Through the downstream where bushes lie
and stony road built in between
only a few dares take the risks
where misty field keeps silent still
where ghosts and beasts keep marching on

And the valley remains unchanged
in purity which never be ashamed
and the river endures the name
no one takes chance except who dares

Believe In Your Heart (Stacey Chillemi)

 Poet: Stacey Chillemi

I woke up one night in the hours of darkness,
I sat up straight in my bed to find a shimmering light in my closet,
But their where no lights on in the room,
I got up and went slowly toward the closet,
To find a pair of gold wings,
An angel was standing by my side,
“What do I do with these gold wings?” I asked the angel
“Put the wings on my child.” Answered the angel
I put the wings on flew to a place that had many stars,
The angel then appeared and said, “Follow your heart, your goals and your dreams.”
Only you know what is right for you
Anything is possible
Miracles do come true ,
Hope and dreams are a reality if let them be,
Life can be wonderful if you let it be,

Friday, February 11, 2011

Footprint on Your Heart (Gary Lenhart)

Someone will walk into your life,
Leave a footprint on your heart,
Turn it into a mudroom cluttered
With encrusted boots, children's mittens,
Scratchy scarves—
Where you linger to unwrap 
Or ready yourself for rough exits 
Into howling gales or onto 
Frozen car seats, expulsions
Into the great outdoors where touch
Is muffled, noses glisten,
And breaths stab,
So that when you meet someone
Who is leaving your life
You will be able to wave stiffIcy mitts and look forward
To an evening in spring
When you can fold winter away
Until your next encounter with
A chill so numbing you strew
The heart's antechamber
With layers of rural garble.
(A poem by Gary Lenhart |