"dini" poems
Dulu terlihat manis dan suci
Ucapan manja masih menghiasi
Setelah dini menghampiri
Betapa indah merasaakan cinta sejati
Awal penuh kebahagiaan
Hidung mancung dipadu tawa
Mata indah penuh cahaya
Kerlap-kerlip penuh cahaya
Saat pertama aku melihatnya
Ku jatuh hati padanya
Ingin ku bahagia bersamanya
Selalu indah selamanya
Tapi, dia telah bahagia
Bahkan tak tau aku di sini
Menunggu datangnya cinta
Walau hanya sebercak tinta
Biar tersimpan dalam hati
Hingga kita bertemu nanti
Biar ku rangkai dulu jadi lirik
Oh Tuhan,,, aku punya Cinta Dalam Hati
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 8:57 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
songs of freedom in Kenya are paradoxical of themselves
they have become the songs of oppressive tyranny
they are not songs that were sang by freedom fighters
in the tropical forests of aberdares and Mabanga
they are blissful carols of powers that be
mouthed by the state poets in the deadly feats
of political sycophancy fuelled by cult of betrayal
and espionage, a real substructure of state dictatorship
they are not the true songs of mau mau
that were sang by Kimathi wa miciuri
they are the songs of the top crust of the tribal
and political powers that be in oblivion of
the cultural revolutionaries that countermanded
cultural Darwinism of European imperial gamesters
they are not the songs sang by Elijah Masinde
of Dini Msambwa that spirited up cultural aura
of cultural dignity;which cautioned certainly
an African against the cultural call of the white culturalizer
the African to balk and turn his back
and **** and spit scornfully at cultural trickster in the colonial ploy
to dance for Dini ya Msambwa in the spirit of war and fires of war
that is to be fought in preservation of democracy and cultural freedom.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
But I remain a believer in my ancestral religion
Whose God is wele but not the Germany world, it is a religion,
Like most of universal ancestral ones,
With appalling moral threshold,
When Elijah Masinde of dini ya Misambwa
Despised those who condemned man as notoriously religious
He meant human religious approach to life is absolute in nature
However diverse religions compete for human ears
Rich ones glorified in the luring away of modal ears
But all are devoid of spiritual impetus
Disappointing the progenitors of religious imperialism
These short-cutters in matters of sanctimony
Will not come to our heaven
They will get me sharing a cup of tea
With my sister- in-law; Mary, the mother of Jesus
And I will shun them, I will not know them
I will not invite them to a heavenly cup of tea
They will be suffocated by cadaverous appetite,
For we honor our religion with ancestral regard;
The Faith of Our Ancestors
But in ridicule they call us kaffirs, pagans, christo-pagans,
Animists, atheists, gentiles, non-believers, mediumists,
Rebellious rebels or whatsoever they call us;
The anti-muhamedan-mis-christologists,
Let them delude themselves,
If they disparage us with sick contumely
Abreast the dumbfounding development in sciences
Plus so fortuitous humanistic awareness,
Humanity in Religion has to adjust optimally
Religious masters have to help
Interpret the religious Books, bible, gita, quran
All Written or verbalistically in the glory of epical orality
In tandem with the best centered
Life extant,
Otherwise selfish religions becomes an old wine bag
With its old and stale wine,
You will persuade Russian carousers to drink
But to your chagrin, none will condone, your stale wine
Do not seek to sell your faith
Because every human community
Has an ancestral faith
Respect them all for that is gods in their accolade of
Omonipresecence,
Any man or woman without religion is dangerous
But do not advantagize yourselves
At the expense of people of other faiths
It is good you reciprocated
Planet earth is our only sure and known abode
If we lived well here, and there is another world
For those who will be good, we hope the conclave of Gods
Would all sit in judgment for their credit
And reward those who helped humble humanity
Of their religions as well as those of other religions
As for all the Gods love humanists.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:17 AM UTC
31 Oktober 2016
Dini hari, Jakarta-Surabaya, Pukul 00.45
30 menit yang lalu, kau bertanya kepadaku,
"apa yang membuatmu bahagia?"
secangkir kopi, malam dan hujan jawabku
lalu kau mengernyitkan kedua alismu dan bertanya,
"kenapa? kopi itu pahit, malam itu sendu dan hujan hanya membawa pilu"
"Karena aku menyukai kejujuran pada kopi,
Ia jujur akan dirinya. ia yang pahit rasanya. ia yang hitam parasnya. tanpa bersandiwara. tapi itulah hal yang mencandu darinya.
Karena aku menyukai kesederhanaan malam,
Ia tak perlu harus bersinar, ia cukup indah dengan bintang di dalamnya tanpa dengki ingin menjadi siang.
Karena aku menyukai keikhlasan hujan,
Ia tetap ikhlas menjatuhkan dirinya meski banyak yang memaki dirinya dan berharap ia tak pernah datang."
kau termenung kembali,
dahimu berkerut memikirkan sesuatu
"apakah hanya itu?" tuturmu lagi
dan aku hanya tersenyum,
"aku hanya ingin menjadikan diriku seperti mereka, tidak berlebih pun tidak mengapa, hanya ingin menjadi dan merasakan kejujuran seperti kopi, kesederhanaan seperti malam dan keihklasan seperti hujan."
kau tersenyum mengejek
"Kau terlalu naif" tandasmu dan aku hanya tergelak,
seperti itulah aku, jawabku
pada akhirnya, kau turut tergelak jua bersamaku
menutup pembicaraan dini hari kita kala itu.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
All lines are controversial
Average performance is extremely intelligent,
My answer to the riddle is this God never wrote fables
In the bible, Qur’an, Gita, Ramayana, Dini ya Musambwa
Nor anything you will mention that amount to mankind's
Mental peregrinations in search for God.
Jewish literature in the form of the bible
Is strongly successful as a misleading literature
And firmly founded in racial prejudice.
Similarly the Qur'an is Arabic adjustment
Of Jewish literature in the bible.
The Apocryphal of them all is enigmatic.
The sons of Asia are dangerously gifted in literature
And their epics often form religion, think of Tagore’s poem
That became Indian nation anthem,
Karl Marx's das kapitel that became revolutionary religion
Blue print or even Gautama's sermons recited by Jesus Christ
Six hundred years later as a sermon on the mountain.
Now; to me Asians must stop racial chauvinism
And accept humanity as there are very many human beings
Who are living away from Jerusalem and are prosperous
Both economically and spiritually, take a case of Vatican.
In my faith therefore, God himself
will give Jerusalem to African immigrants in Palestine and Israel,
Because Abraham was a refugee in Africa,
Ishmael was born in Africa; Jesus was a refugee in Africa
And even a Libyan; Simon the Cyrene helped him
To carry the ominous Roman cross, doen to Calvary
Thus, Christianity is founded on the innocent misery of an African race.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
Jawa Barat, Malam ke-22.
Diantara sela sela dini hari;
Diantara lantai kayu, atap lapuk, dan dinding rotan,
Aku merindukanmu.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
di rumahku
pemandanganku
semuanya kamu
di teleponku
pendengaranku
tentang kamu
pengerat berlari
kamu sendiri
pengerat pergi
kamu tidak cari
setelah kami ini
ada lagi
setelah kami pergi
suaramu meninggi
8 pagi sampai 5 petang
posisimu selalu terlentang
dibelai-belai penuh kasih sayang
bila telat jam makan kau mengerang
sembari menonton sinetron di TV
sembari menghitung sisa uang jajan kemarin
sembari memakan indomie
ketika pulang dini hari
semuanya, kau jadi saksi
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
rhythm
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
chorus
I try to keep them to my-self...
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
Walking out in streets of Day-eh!
I try to keep them to my-self...
Never felt a price to pay-eh!
I try to keep them to my-self...
Always got to minimize.
I try to keep them to my-self...
I'm a smart guy in disguise...
I try to keep them to my-self...
No one seems to re-al-lize...
I try to keep them to my-self...
These are not just CON-VER-SATIONS!
I try to keep them to my-self...
Cause flowers wilt and flowers die.
I try to keep them to my-self...
Always got to minimize.
I try to keep them to my-self...
These are not just CON-VER-SATIONS!
I try to keep them to my-self...
soft spoken
Ideas, big and bold...
I try to keep them to my-self...
Ideas, big and bold...
I try to keep them to my-self...
Ideas, big and bold...
I try to keep them to my-self...
<musical break>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
Ideas, big and bold...
I try to keep them to my-self...
soft spoken
Ideas, big and bold...
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
<DUN-Dun-dini-Dun-Din-DUN-Dun-Dini Dun Din>
...never matter till their sold.
Ideas, big and bold...
* I try to keep them to my-self... *
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 5:33 AM UTC
May,
used to be my favorite month,
eighteen May will always be my favorite day,
realizing something not right make me feel
'why am i exist?'
and my tears fall.
everyday I grow up,
words and actions hurt my heart,
still i choose to be strong,
pretend to be strong is not easy,
deep in my heart scars everywhere
and ask 'why my heart get hurts easily?'
to be strong and pretend to be one,
I keep everything inside,
never think of telling how hurt is my heart,
never even think to forget about it
and just let tears falling non-stop.
dini,
stranger that saves me and motivates me,
through her words and poetries,
she is a first aid box,
always there when I get hurt
and she is my b.a.e (before anyone else)
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
Radar itu berupa debar;
Samar samar pendeteksi dini sebuah potensi akan jatuh hati.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
Kemana semalam kalau siangmu penuh peluh?
Peraduan mana yang kau singgah kala menunggu Tuhan membalas?
Sang racun dunia
Sang peracau jiwa
Sang penggoyah iman mereka bilang
Kendara motor dini hari
Pergi dengan siapa ia mau
Karena akan terlalu bodoh memikirkan rangkanya
Diamlah kalau kau belum tahu rumahnya
Diamlah kalau tak tahu mana zakar mana akar
Urusanmu selalu tak kalah sepele dari pada urusan Si Jalang
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
Bagaimana kalau surga dan neraka itu tidak ada,
dan kau
aku
kita
berlomba untuk hidup paling abadi berdampingan semestinya ?
Namun sekarang aku bercermin dengan realita.
mungkin kita berada di ruang yang sama, sibuk bercerita hari kemarin dan besok.
lalu kau harus pergi,
sehingga hanya jejak senyum hari ini yang tersisa dalam perjalanan sendiri-sendiri.
Jadi izinkan aku mengucapkan:
“Hati - hati di jalan ya.
Semoga selamat dan menemukan tujuan. Semoga pula sampai jumpa.
Semoga semua semoga karena 1000 doa ikut serta.
Aku pamit.”
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
Kutemukan banyak kamu
di waktu-waktu
yang terlalu dini untuk selamat pagi
dan telanjur lewat untuk selamat istirahat.
Kalau begini,
baiknya aku ucapkan selamat apa, ya?
Feb 27, 2023
Feb 27, 2023 at 12:09 PM UTC
terima kasih sudah melengkapi
disini tertulis
untukmu pada dini hari
jika dihadapkan lagi oleh tawamu
satu detik saja
kita ada
berdesir wangi lembut
aku kenang lagi aromamu
akan ku putar lagi perjalananku
menghampirimu
13 januari nanti
jangan berhenti
tetap seperti ini
siapa aku berani menuntut abadi
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
Dini hari
Gelap gulita menyelimuti
Mimpi-mimpi yang hampir mati
Mungkin akan bangkit kembali
Gadis pemerhati ulung sedang memeluk riuh suara kembang api
Tak ada yang peduli, selain dirinya sendiri
dan nadi yang sedang berdenyut
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC