COLLECTING POEMS
BY
SIHAR RAMSES SIMATUPANG
BLACK POEMS
My poems like a crying stone,
a water fall from my sadness
because my history is too dark,
I cant explain to you
Just in a phrase. Or a paragraph.
Stone. Rain. A night.
Trees. Train
Is a crying word.
Alone. Edelweiss.
A mount.ain.
Knife.
A man.
Love and blindness.
: is a crying word.
Jakarta-Indonesia, 2002
HUNTING THE PAST TIME
let the sun comes to your eyes
and the moon over your face
because the light which I take
will be death
I will eat seven winds
to be storm,
in every time of your labyrinth.
Manado-Indonesia, 1992
BE GONE WITH YOU
God,
Give me your love this night
When all the people have been sleep
My girl had gone
And I’m alone in love
No hope
Just the dark
Can I feel about your love,
Not loving the people again.
Like the wind
Like the water
I will be gone with you too?
Jakarta, Indonesia
WHEN I LEAVE MY FAMILY
: for a woman and child in September Tragedy
Why do you erase my name from the notes of the God?
I don’t know what you are thinking of
When my baby and me disappeared from the life
In the middle of september
The sky bleed
And every dream I ever had
has gone with the time
Why do you come to my destiny and erase my name
From the notes of the God?
On the sky,
I’m flying with my baby like an angel
I look at my family, look at my future
All have gone
I don’t know what you are talking about
I don’t know anything about that social movement
All I know is just love
All I know is just peace
I never read a newspaper
Like every mother who have child
All I know is just how to milk and feed
my children
My soul has gone
With my baby, my sweet little angle
We fly and fly
In the middle of September
From the sky,
I watched my husband, my children
Everybody looked sad
Staring at my potrait in grave and news paper
Can you understand my sadness?
(From the moon
I’m watching my children
From the moon
I never understand
Why politics make my family
disappear from my eyes…)
Jakarta-Indonesia, 2002
THE ROCK IS BLACK
The rock is black
like your face in my heart
: very black
(cold
and mysterious)
no one can know
how I can get the rainbow,
to brush my heart
from your black face.
Surabaya-Indonesia, 2002
JANUARY, 2002
The ways had empty
this night
When your city touch me
Like a stranger man
round over our memory
january, 2002
for two years
I had isolated from your place
become a dark
(may be you don’t like to know about me).
The grass had silent this night
Talk with the wind or empty space
I’m Flying with my tears
The wave never talk with the sea
The leave angry to the land
Rain don’t care to the sky
All of them have go to my eyes
: Silent is a king
Jakarta-Indonesia, 2002
SAD STORY IN THE WAR
: for the innocent child
From thousand
The past time of river
I Watch
Line coast in my front of
The history must to devided,
Although bitter a history. Like story about child in the ways, old grand mother miss her child for
Come back after war finished. Baby corpse have dead in the river, after his or her mother tortured by military who have gun.
2002
GRAVE: AURA
Ok, Let’s Spread this grave
with flower of tears.
Because the sky never to persuade the wind
for vibrating kamboja’s trees.
And please write every name
which listening the sorrow.
Are you and me in there?
Depok- Indonesia, 1996
NERVOUS
For the black,
I have promise
to make a dark
as a house which I believe.
And you,
must be don’t know
about my face again.
Depok-Indonesia, 1996
THE HISTORY AND THE PAST TIME
There are you,
who whisper me
that the time have go on.
Any story writed
in old museum,
adventurer have because smell
because the age
you sweeping the trace
to look in the
old mirror.
And then you get a body,
Have naked,
Without accessories.
Make you forget about
Our children story.
Tulungagung-Indonesia, 1996
WAITING THE OASE
The dream can be brance a hopeness,
News of oase which plays in a retina, will
Make landscape of the garden.
Grass and tress will homage, in praying and the wish
To extend hopeness although in the fog,
like trace waiting the foot
finishing the dreams.
Depok-Indonesia, 1996
BECAUSE ME
Because I’m forget to wrap up you with the fog
: my face to become the fire, burning sheet of the dreams.
The days without energy, weak in the jungle whithout the mirror.
Your frame always in my face. To cut the time. Killing the rainbow in black land : against the form.
Black….
(the well without foundation is ours…)
Depok-Indonesia, 1996
LANGUAGE OF NIGHT TO THE ROCK
Among other wise of the night,
I swore her face
which filter the wind.
"please talk to the rock in the valley,
I have silent and never talk.
Our love have lost in bronch of history…"
Among other wise of the night,
I never paint her face
in the sunshine
because the light never touch the valley,
and the rock: will keep his silent forever.
Surabaya-Indonesia, 1996
A LETTER TO THE GOD
God, is the fire which judge your holiness?
Because all of people in the world have wrong,
their feeling was written in desire and blood.
I always ask my soul,
About Him, The God have give breath to the body.
But the human have dirty.
Like as snake which sweeping
On the ash and the cinder.
The sin as the mud,
rahwana’s face is a mask for the human
Surabaya-Indonesia, 1996
PAINTING THE NIGHT
Atmosfer of the sky,
the birds have fly on the earth.
To rob our sadness.
Adventure painfull,
The powder of time.
Alone waiting something which never come back.
Atmosfer of the sky,
The sun rolling the rainbow
To keep the colour for our feelings.
Adventure painfull,
And then, we doesn’t have a meaning
To be quiet as the canoe have land in the sand.
Silent; keep the dark forever.
Ancol Jakarta -Indonesia, 1997
DRINKING WITH THE FRIEND
Please drinking in the glasses , my friend.
But that isn’t mean that friendship always
To hang up.
In the pole,
we can see
the child play the flower.
We always busy to understand
Why the wine always drink with the friendship.
Time always go.
And you can forget me.
Ok, please drinking the wine in the glasses, my friend
And say good bye.
Menanggal, Surabaya-Indonesia, 1997
FOR YOU
Take me in whisper of the wind,
In blind of morning,
Because I have a tears of twilight,
Will flow from her hair to my finger.
I will drink her tears.
And waiting her dreaming
With her sadness
When she remember about her last love.
Madiun,Jakarta-Indonesia, 4-11-1995
AMONG OF TWO CITY
This day, your feelings
Caught me when I am crazy
Love see me
My heart to clot the feelings
Love hold me
My feelings have missing
Love kiss me
The night to bite the time
This day your feelings
make me as a rock
love see me
my face like as a land
love see me
the land as the the earth
I keep the time and the days
"please sleep my dear,"
(I hold her shade in my dreams
Day by day)
Manado-Jakarta, 1 Mei 1993
TO REMEMBER ABOUT THE GOD
fly in the dark
The God is my saviour
in the sadness and the happiness
He say to me:
"if you go to any place
dont forget Me...
I will be in there..."
but,
why I always forget Him?
Jakarta-Indonesia, 2002
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Biography:
Sihar Ramses Simatupang, is a writer from Indonesia. He active in art, theater and literature and joint with Komunitas Seni Tanah Depok (Depok Land Art Community). Writing short stories, poems or essays, and published by Sinar Harapan, Warta Kota, Karya Darma, Memorandum, Pos Kota, Surabaya Post . Finished his study in Indonesian Linguistic and Literature in Airlangga University, Surabaya, Indonesia. Now, he is a journalist from in Sinar Harapan Newspaper. Look his poems in site: www.poeticallyreading.net, www.everypoet.com, www.poetry.com, www.spydersempire.com, www.cybersastra.net.
My email: blackpoems@yahoo.com
BY
SIHAR RAMSES SIMATUPANG
BLACK POEMS
My poems like a crying stone,
a water fall from my sadness
because my history is too dark,
I cant explain to you
Just in a phrase. Or a paragraph.
Stone. Rain. A night.
Trees. Train
Is a crying word.
Alone. Edelweiss.
A mount.ain.
Knife.
A man.
Love and blindness.
: is a crying word.
Jakarta-Indonesia, 2002
HUNTING THE PAST TIME
let the sun comes to your eyes
and the moon over your face
because the light which I take
will be death
I will eat seven winds
to be storm,
in every time of your labyrinth.
Manado-Indonesia, 1992
BE GONE WITH YOU
God,
Give me your love this night
When all the people have been sleep
My girl had gone
And I’m alone in love
No hope
Just the dark
Can I feel about your love,
Not loving the people again.
Like the wind
Like the water
I will be gone with you too?
Jakarta, Indonesia
WHEN I LEAVE MY FAMILY
: for a woman and child in September Tragedy
Why do you erase my name from the notes of the God?
I don’t know what you are thinking of
When my baby and me disappeared from the life
In the middle of september
The sky bleed
And every dream I ever had
has gone with the time
Why do you come to my destiny and erase my name
From the notes of the God?
On the sky,
I’m flying with my baby like an angel
I look at my family, look at my future
All have gone
I don’t know what you are talking about
I don’t know anything about that social movement
All I know is just love
All I know is just peace
I never read a newspaper
Like every mother who have child
All I know is just how to milk and feed
my children
My soul has gone
With my baby, my sweet little angle
We fly and fly
In the middle of September
From the sky,
I watched my husband, my children
Everybody looked sad
Staring at my potrait in grave and news paper
Can you understand my sadness?
(From the moon
I’m watching my children
From the moon
I never understand
Why politics make my family
disappear from my eyes…)
Jakarta-Indonesia, 2002
THE ROCK IS BLACK
The rock is black
like your face in my heart
: very black
(cold
and mysterious)
no one can know
how I can get the rainbow,
to brush my heart
from your black face.
Surabaya-Indonesia, 2002
JANUARY, 2002
The ways had empty
this night
When your city touch me
Like a stranger man
round over our memory
january, 2002
for two years
I had isolated from your place
become a dark
(may be you don’t like to know about me).
The grass had silent this night
Talk with the wind or empty space
I’m Flying with my tears
The wave never talk with the sea
The leave angry to the land
Rain don’t care to the sky
All of them have go to my eyes
: Silent is a king
Jakarta-Indonesia, 2002
SAD STORY IN THE WAR
: for the innocent child
From thousand
The past time of river
I Watch
Line coast in my front of
The history must to devided,
Although bitter a history. Like story about child in the ways, old grand mother miss her child for
Come back after war finished. Baby corpse have dead in the river, after his or her mother tortured by military who have gun.
2002
GRAVE: AURA
Ok, Let’s Spread this grave
with flower of tears.
Because the sky never to persuade the wind
for vibrating kamboja’s trees.
And please write every name
which listening the sorrow.
Are you and me in there?
Depok- Indonesia, 1996
NERVOUS
For the black,
I have promise
to make a dark
as a house which I believe.
And you,
must be don’t know
about my face again.
Depok-Indonesia, 1996
THE HISTORY AND THE PAST TIME
There are you,
who whisper me
that the time have go on.
Any story writed
in old museum,
adventurer have because smell
because the age
you sweeping the trace
to look in the
old mirror.
And then you get a body,
Have naked,
Without accessories.
Make you forget about
Our children story.
Tulungagung-Indonesia, 1996
WAITING THE OASE
The dream can be brance a hopeness,
News of oase which plays in a retina, will
Make landscape of the garden.
Grass and tress will homage, in praying and the wish
To extend hopeness although in the fog,
like trace waiting the foot
finishing the dreams.
Depok-Indonesia, 1996
BECAUSE ME
Because I’m forget to wrap up you with the fog
: my face to become the fire, burning sheet of the dreams.
The days without energy, weak in the jungle whithout the mirror.
Your frame always in my face. To cut the time. Killing the rainbow in black land : against the form.
Black….
(the well without foundation is ours…)
Depok-Indonesia, 1996
LANGUAGE OF NIGHT TO THE ROCK
Among other wise of the night,
I swore her face
which filter the wind.
"please talk to the rock in the valley,
I have silent and never talk.
Our love have lost in bronch of history…"
Among other wise of the night,
I never paint her face
in the sunshine
because the light never touch the valley,
and the rock: will keep his silent forever.
Surabaya-Indonesia, 1996
A LETTER TO THE GOD
God, is the fire which judge your holiness?
Because all of people in the world have wrong,
their feeling was written in desire and blood.
I always ask my soul,
About Him, The God have give breath to the body.
But the human have dirty.
Like as snake which sweeping
On the ash and the cinder.
The sin as the mud,
rahwana’s face is a mask for the human
Surabaya-Indonesia, 1996
PAINTING THE NIGHT
Atmosfer of the sky,
the birds have fly on the earth.
To rob our sadness.
Adventure painfull,
The powder of time.
Alone waiting something which never come back.
Atmosfer of the sky,
The sun rolling the rainbow
To keep the colour for our feelings.
Adventure painfull,
And then, we doesn’t have a meaning
To be quiet as the canoe have land in the sand.
Silent; keep the dark forever.
Ancol Jakarta -Indonesia, 1997
DRINKING WITH THE FRIEND
Please drinking in the glasses , my friend.
But that isn’t mean that friendship always
To hang up.
In the pole,
we can see
the child play the flower.
We always busy to understand
Why the wine always drink with the friendship.
Time always go.
And you can forget me.
Ok, please drinking the wine in the glasses, my friend
And say good bye.
Menanggal, Surabaya-Indonesia, 1997
FOR YOU
Take me in whisper of the wind,
In blind of morning,
Because I have a tears of twilight,
Will flow from her hair to my finger.
I will drink her tears.
And waiting her dreaming
With her sadness
When she remember about her last love.
Madiun,Jakarta-Indonesia, 4-11-1995
AMONG OF TWO CITY
This day, your feelings
Caught me when I am crazy
Love see me
My heart to clot the feelings
Love hold me
My feelings have missing
Love kiss me
The night to bite the time
This day your feelings
make me as a rock
love see me
my face like as a land
love see me
the land as the the earth
I keep the time and the days
"please sleep my dear,"
(I hold her shade in my dreams
Day by day)
Manado-Jakarta, 1 Mei 1993
TO REMEMBER ABOUT THE GOD
fly in the dark
The God is my saviour
in the sadness and the happiness
He say to me:
"if you go to any place
dont forget Me...
I will be in there..."
but,
why I always forget Him?
Jakarta-Indonesia, 2002
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Biography:
Sihar Ramses Simatupang, is a writer from Indonesia. He active in art, theater and literature and joint with Komunitas Seni Tanah Depok (Depok Land Art Community). Writing short stories, poems or essays, and published by Sinar Harapan, Warta Kota, Karya Darma, Memorandum, Pos Kota, Surabaya Post . Finished his study in Indonesian Linguistic and Literature in Airlangga University, Surabaya, Indonesia. Now, he is a journalist from in Sinar Harapan Newspaper. Look his poems in site: www.poeticallyreading.net, www.everypoet.com, www.poetry.com, www.spydersempire.com, www.cybersastra.net.
My email: blackpoems@yahoo.com
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