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Beneath the Traffic Distance
I traveled a long time to this island,
to pursue my education here.
When beyond the distant traffic,
I saw a pretty, young woman.
Sparkles from her vision,
journeying so friendly to the haven of my heart,
acquainting and uniting.
Her eyes were full of sensations,
I captured with my living admiration.
Her reddish lips which sealed by affections,
called to me with clear approbation.
How sweet and sincere was her smile,
her glowing face and blooming beauty captured mine.
Along an honest doorway,
her eyesight ruled the intimate way.
Whoever has seen her prettiness,
adoration is the most luxurious consideration.
She is filled with ardent romances,
She is surrounded with loveliness,
like the fresh red rose in the flowering garden.
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Fear of Death
Fatigue, my mind and body getting frail, I am
Endlessly and fearfully thinking of what lies ahead.
Anxious, I dread and tremble, I am not sure of
Recovering my lost spirit from deep madness.
Obsessed, my yesterday is vague, I trudge the thorny road
Fancy dress I wore, I am full of doubt.
Decency lost in my being, I become a vagabond.
Earthly and wrong deeds, my life sealed with woes.
Angry at myself; the world refuses to shine.
Time, the only thing that’s in constant motion.
Homebound to hell, my soul committed a sin.
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Beach of Sibale
I search for a long day,
in this white beach of Sibale.
Hoping that at the nook of this haven,
I can find my lost love.
The sun gradually rises in early morning,
I never search her way.
The moon shining in the beautiful evening,
I never find the entrance of her passage.
I am hopeless, my eyes are so tired in finding her path,
I decide to take farewell from the beach of Sibale.
The waves of the sea not so merry,
when I left the beach of Sibale.
I go to the city to find my lost love,
to fill the emptiness of my heart.
I meet many nice women,
with sweet embraces and kisses,
yet I am not as happy as I thought.
Year later, I go back to the white beach of Sibale.
The haven is beautifully changed,
but the sadness that I felt remains,
and never fades in my heart.
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How I found poetry?
In my elementary days, my teachers from Grade 1 to VI always gives me a tasked of reciting a poem in almost all of the occasions in school. I just don’t know why my teachers punishing me that much.
At my tender age, I called it punishment because I am really afraid of standing and reciting a poem in front of so many people and I always felt nervous. Yet, I am obliged to do what my teachers have told me. I spent days and nights memorizing the content of the poem assigned to me and practicing on how to deliver it properly.
In high school I felt relieved from reciting a poem in front of many people that I considered an arduous task. It was almost four years that I set my life apart from poetry world.
It was December 1991, while I am writing a love letter and searching for lovely phrases in the book of world literature that I accidentally stumbled and nailed in one of the poem of Edgar Allan Poe entitled To Helene. It was still very clear in my mind the phrase (Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face) I borrowed which I incorporated into my love letter. The message of the poem penetrates deep into my heart and mind, and it was then that my love for poetry resurfaces. It was also the moment where I began writing a poem which I considered the first step and the beginning of my journey into the world poetry.
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