I had a dream

I miss y o u

singing

6 month of cruising
the art of loving
cooking, eating and sleeping
and lots of travelling
and i'm not forgetting
arguing is including

but i'm not at all weeping
because all are exciting
each day is promising
of greater love long lasting

ku DeTa

and on the shore he asked me,
"will you marry me?"
and so I said,
"yes, with all my heart"

MAYA ANGELOU

she's my favorite;

"A Conceit"

Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.

kuping kelinci

dua telinga putih
cuma tampak setengah
setengahnya lagi batas ubin putih

telinganya bergerak-gerak
lalu hilang
lalu muncul dan hilang lagi

rumpun daun tersibak
dan hop! loncat si kelinci

ada pesan

Pagi ini,
Ada salam dari poppy :-)
Boneka koala abu yang mungil
dalam balutan piyama pinknya yang centil
dan bantal lembutnya yang kecil
Katanya, "kalian jangan berantem seperti malam itu lagi ya..":-))
lalu lanjut ia mendengkur dan bermimpi..

SMS

Shubuh ini nyaris sempurna
Bulan purnama yang cantik,
Langit yang bersih

Aku melihatnya
dibingkai lembaran pucuk kelapa
bulat, terang, emas bercahaya

Dibawah pendarnya aku berbisik
sampaikan salamku pada dia
dan satu do'a beralas cinta

MASIH

Harum tubuhmu masih lekat di kulitku
mewangi setiap hirup napasku
Masai rambutmu lagi lengket di tengkukku
menjelah tatap matamu yang memusat di kalbu

aku mengurai rindu...

Lancut!!!
Lampias kata menyudahi pekak asa
Mengarih aku menggapai ragamu
Menghalau perih mengarai jiwa

Aku membibit sendu...

Punahkah sudah cipta akan cinta?
Musnahkah semua angan berikat mati?
Adakah takdir kembali bersua?
menjemput diri dari sunyi

Aku mencintaimu....

when I'm down

When I'm down and I love to hate ---
I look up my poems and index my finger to angelou's

"Still I Rise"

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

I read a poem

I have a poem,
I have a poem that I like the most
It beats every other poem 'coz it's the poem of all
The poem was written by an inspiring woman
The woman's name is Maya Angleou
and her poem is called Phenomenal Woman;

"Phenomenal Woman"

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.