It is my honour to have your writing on my page. Thanks Mas Arif
Below are taken from his writing sometimes in the past..
Well, berhubung posting-postingnya al sedang dalam edisi cinta yang majnun, so aku ikutan ah…
(rif)
Puisi 1
Menyebut-nyebut Namamu
dalam Kesendirian pun Sudah Lumayan
perkenankanlah aku mencintaimu
seperti ini
tanpa kekecewan yang berarti
meski tanpa kepastian yang pasti
harapan-harapan yang setiap kali
dikecewakan kenyataan
biarlah dibayar oleh harapan-harapan
baru yang menjanjikan
perkenankanlah aku mencintaimu
semampuku
menyebut-nyebut namamu
dalam kesendirian pun sudah lumayan
berdiri di depan pintumu tanpa harapan
kau membukakannya pun terasa nyaman
sekali-kali membayangkan kau memperhatikanku
pun cukup memuaskan
perkenanlahlah aku mencintamu
sebisaku
Puisi 2
Belajar dari Ombak
belajar dari ombak yang terus datang-pergi
datang-pergi
menggoda karang
dari ketegaran karang yang terus bergeming
dari angin pagi yang tak pernah lelah mengelus
pucuk-pucuk cemara
dari kesabaran pucuk-pucuk cemara menanti pagi
dari burung yang tak henti-hentinya menyanyi
aku tak akan surut menghampirimu
aku akan ngotot mencintaimu
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16 comments:
oh, ya, ada yang perlu kutambahkan,
untuk puisi itu aku perlu berterima kasih pada Gus Mus.
kalo diperhatikan benar-benar itu semua merupakan zikir dan kecintaan kepada Tuhan...yaa sedikit sufi lah...
orang sufi kan majnun semua kalo dimata orang awam...so masih cocok sama edisi majnun-nya al..
thx
(rif)
Jadi merenung..sisi spiritualku sepertinya sudah lama mojok sendiri di laci....
puisi dan ratapan kadang tipis bedanya
Gue sukaaaaaaaaaaa banget ama puisi yg pertama... Harusnya gue gitu aja ya..
- Menyebut namamu dalam kesendirian pun sudah lumayan..
- Tanpa kekecewaan yg berarti meski tanpa kepastian yang pasti..
Aaahhh *merenung dalam sepi*
ane jadi pengen komentarin komen-nya si just jack....woi nyadar ga sehhh...tau ga sehhh...puisi itu mah emang benar - benar sebuah ratapan manusia yang sebenarnya...ya emang seehhh ga semua ratapan manusia bisa tersusun menjadi sebuah puisi..alah udah lah...my question is...ada ga puisi yang benar - benar tidak terkesan seperti sebuah ratapan?? semoga ente ga bingung jack, kasih contoh ya...hahahahahaha...jadi rame...jadi seriusan... :-)
it's me... I'm J
saya bicara berdasarkan pengalaman termasuk pengalaman saya sendiri. terima kasih sudah meluangkan waktu menanggapi tulisan
saya yang tidak penting
ha ha ha lucu juga ngeliat "just jack" dan "J"....
serius amat...
buat nicky: aku juga sukaaaaaaaaa banget karena kamu sukaaaaaaa banget....
buat alina: aku belum berterima kasih atas pemuatan puisi itu ya? Yah, tolong nanti diingatkan ya untuk berterima kasih...
This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles
How many days in a year
She woke up with hope but she only found tears?
I can be so insincere
Making the promises never for real
As long as she stands there waiting
Wearing the holes in the souls of her shoes
How many days disappear?
You look in the mirror so how do you choose?
And the clothes that you wear
Look swell the next day
Your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
How many lovers would stay?
Just to put up with this shit day after day
How did we wind up this way?
Watching our mouths for the words that we say
As long as we stand here waiting
Wearing the clothes on the souls of our shoes
How do we get there today?
When we're walking too far for the price of her shoes
And the clothes that you wear
Look swell the next day
Your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
ini yang terakhir siapa ya?
mbokya kalo ngutip itu ya disebutkan judul: absolutely (story of a girl)
artis: nine days..
gitu..
ntar dikira plagiat loh
(rif)
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief;
All kill their inspiration and sing about the grief.
(mas bono)
mas bono katanya mo ke indonesia ya..biar bisa find what he's looking for
so...
Achtung Alina!
A man will rise
A man will fall
From the sheer face of love
Like a fly from a wall
It's no secret at all
(rif)
tell me which lies
i should believe in
an i'll whisper them to your ear
everynight while you're sleeping
and if ever those words find their way into your dreams
you'll believe it too
what makes the winter lonely
now at last i know
(the forsaken)
Lies..lies..fly my truth
Far away from the eden of my mouth
Words swallow by the broken trust
Each time I believe
The world tells me lie
Is it God or you my human friend? Which is true I doubt?
Which is lie I believe?
Is it grey?
When it is not even black or white
Tell me!
It's me I'm J
i write sins, not tragedies
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry
ini puisinya mas arif dikomentarin seabreg...
emang mas arif itu siapa sih alina?
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