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Are U GEALOVA

PARADE OF POETRIES
By Sri Wintala Achmad

MONDAY MORNING

Time's hands dug tomb at yard
for the man taking his life, because
the sun's cost was more expensive
than the rainbow's

MY SON DREW CAT

The cat my son had drawn
It face was his, after
Stealing his mother’s fried salt fish
from her plate

AFTER MAKING LOVE WITH NIGHT

Today, it's waste of coffee in the cup
and the worst dream
Fried by the sun

THE CLOUDED MORNING

By telephone someone told
:"Your mother has left old station
No waving hand and words!"

THE MACHINE MOUSE’S DEATH

Struck against the truck, the machine-mouse
His blood that flew on the street
: As smile as farmers' sweat

MY QUEEN AND MY SUN

The eyes my queen's
: A couple of silver dews
When made love to my sun

THE MAN IN THE SUNS

Shot by a time's arrow
the man's heart was burnt
by the suns

BEFORE SLEEPING

In the refrigerator
the sun kept
freezing as a time bomb

TAKING LIFE IN THE CLASS

From the teacher's blackboard
26 letters and 10 figures jumped
into my son's head
Lying in thousands viruses

LOVE I

Rose and thorn
making love on the vase

GAMBLER

Opening the second heart '10 card
After the first king
The gambler tore all
On his last death's table

BESIDE THE POOL

My son threw a little stone into the pool
creating much wave of power. But
He had been lost his shadow of dreams

IN THE OLD NIGHT

As a best night's friend
the poet buried his dream for all stars
into the poetry dug as a tomb
before the sun would kill him again
in the other fighting

CHILDREN STUDIED DRAWING IN THE CITY

All buildings the children had drawn in the city
: their tombstone of death, after
they were killed by the teachers
in a slaughter school

PLAYING GUITAR

it has fallen in love, the man
Plays guitar up to the highest scale
Bringing about one of its broken strings
tore to rags his heart

LOVE II

The black pool the man's house
Where you'd come into it
as a white lotus

MY SON AND HIS PC

In front of the PC, my son peeped at his God
Beyond the perforated windows
:"He sings love, whilst
Drinks off some bottles of Vodka, Dad!"
My son had been angry, since
the peeped God wasn't as great as the praised
in his grandfather's old Holy Script. Then
He put thousands macros into the PC, so that
the godliness would be killed intelligently

THE SCULPTURE OF STONE

The sculpture of stone the man
Had no dream again, for
His head was been sawn by time
as a nicest thieve last night

MY ROOM FRIEND IN AFTERNOON

In the room all hands of o'clock
Hunted the little boy drooping beside steel door
Locked by his father having work for a day

PARANGBOLONG IN EVENING

Diving into the sea, the sun
Put on a couple of golden fins
and swam to fishers' fish-hook
: Those metropolitan men being hungry to love

FOLDING SUN

The sun the man folded once more
: Its heat was hell
Created by him to be greatest king's crown
for queen from misty empire
: The heaven of heart

MY SON AND THE POOL

My son threw a little stone
into the pool creating its arrogance
"Dad, I don't have my shadow again"

THE CLIMBER’S PRAY

If I've been climbed on your mountain
Of course, you won't want the wind
Putting out my flag
but the signal you give forever
through its language of fire

THE DAILY BOOK

I
No leaves I look at
Making green for the earth
The sun is my daily enemy

II
Like the earth I miss sun
The man who will change
Revenge to be love

III
The window I shall open
Your heart having been closed
When the love changes to be dog pound

IV
The sun you see
The love that gives honey
By his fire burning your soul

V
Coffee you put on the table
Your love of all loves, after
We have made love in this night

VI
Taking all of dreams on the bed
Up to sleeping is as a nicest space, when
Night has been fulfilled by rainbows

VII
What long I have wait you
The dearest in my nice dream crashed
By wind when the morning comes

VIII
Seeing wave in the chest
She is an ocean teaching me
About mysterious of love

IX
The sun flowing on day’s river
Being like her burning my frozen hope
After the night the ocean of ice

X
The rainbow that makes colorful curve
Like gate in which I shall come into
The stupid jokers’ house

XI
The blue sky the poem of love
She creates for me
When the sun shall come back
To his night bed

XII
No ones I have caught
All of them pass like wind
But my heart can feel about

XIII
Being back to your home
After going around the time
As watch’s hands which wants
To stop at the end point of 00.00

XIV
Candle stirring up the desire of love
Makes you sad, when the night
Just the clot of silence is

XV
Opening the cover of daily book
When you want to stay for a moment
Visiting to the forgotten love’s home

XVI
Nothing I know where the wind comes from
Going too far no saying goodbye, after
Putting out candle’s flame in the visiting room


SRI WINTALA ACHMAD had ever studied in Gajah Mada University Yogyakarta. His poems, short stories, and essays are published in Suara Pembaruan, Republika, Lampung Pos, Solo Pos, Kedaulatan Rakyat, Bernas, Minggu Pagi, Artista, Ayodya, Bhakti, Djaka Lodang, Mekar Sari, Jayabaya, Kuntum, and so on.
His collective anthologies of poem are Pelangi (1988), Nirmana (1990), Alif Lam Mim (1992), Zamrud Katulistiwa (1997), Sastra Kepulauan (1999), Embun Tajjali (2000), Lirik Lereng Merapi (2000), Pasar Kembang (2000), Di Batas Jogja (2001), and Code (2005). His collective anthology of the text of drama is Bilah Belati di Depan Cermin (2004). His collective anthology of essay is Musik Puisi Nusantara (2005).
His name of literature has noted in the Buku Pintar Sastra Indonesia (Pamusuk Eneste, published by Penerbit Kompas), Directory of the Men/Women of Letters and Culture from Java (published by Kongres Bahasa Jawa III) in Yogyakarta, and Directory of the 500 Artists Yogyakarta (published by Taman Budaya Yogyakarta).
Beside as a poet, he works as writer, translator, editor, and graphic designer. Address: Gejawan Kulon 02/034, Balecatur, Gamping, Sleman, Yogyakarta, Indonesia. Email: achmad_eswa@yahoo.com.

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