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Cleaning Our Home
© Sukasah Syahdan
cleaning our home
the dust accosted my wife
and me where we'd been
The Marriage Of Tirzah And Ahirad
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Round the dark curtains of the fiery throne
Pauses awhile the voice of sacred song:
From all the angelic ranks goes forth a groan,
'How long, O Lord, how long?'
The still small voice makes answer, 'Wait and see,
Oh sons of glory, what the end shall be.'
Belitung
© Sukasah Syahdan
Majestic rocks from millions of years ancient
Bystanders of earthly silent evolution
Are in themselves untold stories
Of an ever-lasting beauty that is this beach
That the hands of time would only caress
And praises from our lips would never cease
The Children
© Rudyard Kipling
They bought us anew with their blood, forbearing to blame us,
Those hours which we had not made good when the Judgment o'ercame us.
They believed us and perished for it. Our statecraft, our learning
Delivered them bound to the Pit and alive to the burning
Whither they mirthfully hastened as jostling for honour.
Not since her birth has our Earth seen such worth loosed upon her!
Reminiscence
© Sukasah Syahdan
I am reminiscing you; and the little boy who often stole some change from the left pocket of your pants that would hang behind the door in the front room; his pride in bringing home for Mom, his three brothers and as many sisters, a plastic bagful of bananas or oranges from the money hed stolen; the one afternoon you once asked him about the vanishing money; how he could bring home oleh-oleh for the family; the childish lies and made-up stories; and the relief he felt when you did not pursue the truth hidden in his pinkish heart
Kitanomaru Park
© Sukasah Syahdan
two-three Japanese frogs
suspended their croaks
and returned the quiet
to the nearby loch
Kemang Afternoon Blues
© Sukasah Syahdan
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Had it not been for the traffic jam
You'd have thought being elsewhere
Most the niceties seemed so foreign
Speaking a tongue so unfamiliar
Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 06 - Confutation Of Other Philosophers
© Lucretius
And on such grounds it is that those who held
The stuff of things is fire, and out of fire
Far Away and Long Ago
© Sukasah Syahdan
The young man replied, Youre welcome, Maam, as much! He was no less happy.
Many years later they both grew old. It just happened that life had gone on and they had never met again. In fact, the two would have entirely forgotten the episodehad they not bought a book of poetry by an Indonesian poet and found this story.
A Brand New Life
© Sukasah Syahdan
My dearest child, my dearest love
Come to Ayah, who has just come
My dearest star, my brightest sun
Your loudest cries, my sweetest songs
Your merry laughter, my constant prayer
Flowers And Stars
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Beloved! thourt gazing with thoughtful look
On those flowers of brilliant hue,
Bathed and Washed
© Li Po
"Bathed in fragrance,
do not brush your hat;
Washed in perfume,
do not shake your coat:
Content
© Madison Julius Cawein
When I behold how some pursue
Fame, that is care's embodiment,
Or fortune, whose false face looks true,--
A humble home with sweet content
Is all I ask for me and you.
Sonnet I: Love Song
© Sukasah Syahdan
Shalt Cupid be blamed thou doth dominate
Dwelling in days and nights with dignity?
With this self as my only best comrade,
I treasure thy fancy as whate'er means beauty.
Good Bye
© Sukasah Syahdan
Remember the old drunk at your church
who elbowed me on the ribs
and muttered something I undestood not?
You said he meant he wanted to talk to God
I returned his with mine and said "Me too
"
A dull sound, varying now and again
© Forrest Hamer
And then we began eating corn starch,
chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered
Argo boxes stored away to stiffen
my white dress shirt, and my cousin
and I played or watched TV, no longer annoyed
by the din of never cooling afternoons.
Charlene-n-Booker 4ever
© Forrest Hamer
And the old men, supervising grown grandsons, nephews,
any man a boy given this chance of making
a new sidewalk outside the apartment building where
some of them live, three old men and their wives,
