"habibie" poems
Water the Greenhouse
Water the plants on the deck.
Walk Autumn Moon.
Salutation to the Sun
Yoga on the deck
Prayers
Angel of Air
Reading & Study with Ken
Sipping herbals & he, his coffee.
Pick up.
Moving the living room furniture
Rearranging. Sweeping. Mopping.
Clean the kennel.
Fresh bedding for Autumn.
A break for Sevenfold Peace in the sunshine.
Listening to the Holy Stream of Sound.
Playing with Autumn.
Laughing with Ken.
Continuing with rearranging & cleaning
Done!
Another break
With Ken, Autumn & Habibie
By the firepit in front of the shop.
Auti chasing water up and down and around.
Walk to Alli's, talk and pick up the key.
Cut broccoli, cabbage, carrots, & kale
Add a few pods of peas
Drizzle poppy seed dressing.
Two bowls with 1/2 cup of rolled oats each
Add cinnamon.
Taking a teaspoon
Half full with honey.
Dipping it into the center of the oats
Pouring boiling water over the honey.
Into the oats.
Stirring and stirring
Watching the cinnamon spirals
Mix into the sweet porridge.
Small cacao chips, sunflower seeds
A few raisins
Sprinkled as garnish.
Eating together
Smallville, playing with Autumn
Habibie resting near by.
She maybe carrying kittens.
Too early to tell.
Tired. Good night. Sleep.
2:30 am.
Ken up watching a movie on is phone.
My, my, how times have changed.
Return to bed.
Writing, writing, writing….now it is done.
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
Corporations **** the core
Cuts the soul to ribbons
Takes all the labor
And pays back in paltry paychecks
That barely covers our debts
Whilst doling out pain and exhaustion
But the people are good
Hardworking and smiling
Straining to maintain
That spark of heart
That remains
While paying their bills
And feeding their family
The shift starts
And tired bodies
Stumble in
Factory already
Rumbling
Like last night’s thunder
People laughing and chatting
Lebanese dude calls me Habibie
Grinning and patting me on the back
Brown brother give me a knuckle bust
As he passes by with a playful gleam in his eyes
One guy doesn’t high five but bumps elbows
The Congo girls speak another language
Beautiful flowing and musically rhythmical
The Janitor sings Motown
In this factory town these are good people
The generators hum
The machine sings
Doing their thing
Hoses circulate water
Like life’s blood
Taking in the heat
And sending it away
Bringing back more cool water
That does the same
Cooling the loud and hot equipment
While the employees are stressed and sweating
Wearing muscle fatigue and sleep deprivation
Like it’s their second skin
The machines drums ch, ch, crack
Ch, ch crack like a musical number
While the workers hustle
A smoke break and a popsicle
Then back to work
A lunch break and a conversation
Then back to work
Last smoke break and a phone call
Then back to work
Leaving the factory body hurting
But still coming off
The assembly line a good person
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
.
;
when,
all fine people come around you,
its proofing,
that you are the fine one.
when,
all good people stay behind you,
its proofing,
that you are the best one.
-
Marisa Habibie
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 2:08 AM UTC
Aku selalu suka caramu menceritakan dunia, dengan barisan kata yang asing, membuatku harus memutar otakku yang rendah kapasitasnya ini.
Aku selalu suka caramu bahagia, bahkan kamu tidak tersenyum ketika bahagia.
Hebatnya kamu, bahagiamu bisa sampai ku rasa tanpa senyumanmu yang hadir.
Aku selalu suka caramu bersedih, kamu selalu kehabisan kata. Melampiaskannya dengan hal yang bisa mematikanmu, namun pada akhirnya kamu juga butuh pelukanku.
Aku selalu suka caramu marah, kamu selalu terdiam. Sampai pada akhirnya kata maaf terucap, karena kamu takut aku akan terganggu dengan marahmu.
Aku selalu suka caramu optimis, membanggakan dirimu sendiri sampai lupa kalau di dunia ini ada orang sehebat Pak Habibie.
Aku selalu suka caramu pesimis, tidak henti menyalahkan diri sendiri, tapi tidak memakan waktu lama. Setelah itu kamu bangkit lagi.
Tapi satu yang tidak aku suka,
caramu yang selalu mematikan rasa.
Kamu tidak pernah membiarkan rasa-rasa dalam dirimu menyala. Kamu benci rasa. Sama seperti aku membenci diriku sendiri.
Tapi tidak apa,
Nanti kita sama-sama belajar untuk merasa lagi, ya?
Namun, akan lebih baik jika pada akhirnya kita yang bisa saling menumbuhkan rasa.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
.....
it’s a summons mantra for your health, your happiness, your pretty pure heart and your growing soul.
Every experience and incidents wins your patience, your strength, your power, year by year and reshape you into the best version of Ikha Widhia Safitri until you read this cheap poetry.
Friday, 28 May 2021;
Even with my zombie vibes and very short random talk discussion about “stars” and the atmosphere,
im happy to see you two.
I didn’t wish anything for your birthday this time.
because I have made my special short mantra above that will always be with you until next year I decided to cast a new one.
“hope i could get closer to all of you”
-Marisa habibie-
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC
.
;
beauty,
is one thing.
about your pure heart,
to loving someone,
without looking;
who is he,
what he’s got,
how it comes,
and how it grow,
to be a pure feeling,
below you,
and your partner.
-
Marisa Habibie
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 6:24 AM UTC
Winter is here
Yet it is not yet Christmas
Not yet Winter Solstice
Nor Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or the Essene New Year!
It is snowing in my heart
It feels like winter.
It must be winter!
Sitting, being warmed by the fire
Comforted by the touch of soft fur
Fur Babe, Habibie, I love you
Remembering
Aaron's, Stephan's, Connors, Kevin's, Maria's birthdays
Singing with the Christmas Choir
Silver Bells and Deck the Halls
Evergreen trees, popcorn garland
Snowman soup
Gingerbread Cookies hung
On the boughs with red and green ribbons
Sharing gifts, laughter, hugs and joy
Christmas morning stockings
Filled with an orange, cinnamon roll
A few simple pleasures
Pass the Ibarra, please....
Why all the fuss? Continue to keep it simple!
Wrapped up in my fuzzy, two sided warm blanket
The comfort of my kitten and tears
Lifting my heart from my feet
Yes, it is still in one piece.
Finding the Christmas Cards and notes to write.
Creating, to celebrate those close to us
It is time to create new memories
And keep the Holiday Spirit alive.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
.
;
when,
we are in the bed together,
remembering all good memories,
then laughing,
remembering all bad memories,
then screaming,
remembering all sad memories,
then crying,
when,
we are in the same feelings,
then loving.
- Marisa habibie
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 5:09 AM UTC
During this mornings climb
Up the hill behind the cabin
Gently walking on a blanket of moss
across the forest floor
Softly caressing the soles of my feet.
New growth sprouting up through the moss
Orchids, Oregon grapes, lupine, and fiddlehead ferns
Rocks and trees wearing
Robes of yellow, green, and light grey lichens.
The water clinging to their tender leaves.
Boughs of the cedar, douglas fir, maple, and mountain ash
Droplets sounding
A song as they kiss the earth.
In the limbs of the trees dance the
Robins, blue jays, chickadees and sparrows
With beautiful resound
The forest greets the morning sun .
The air feels fresh clean
On the breath, in and out
As Coco and Habibie scurry to and fro
up the trail to the old wooden sauna.
It is so beautiful here.
Stroking soft fur,
Purring and purring
Sitting our own little slice of heaven.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC