"pak" poems
Trek my siel uit met swart onlogiese krapmerke op my pick n pay strokie.
Breek my fingers af op n hout skryf blad
en hou die honde naby vir die bene wat spat.
Vermergel dan my vellies
en gooi dit op n graf
en se dis vir al die girlys
-dis van papers wat smag.
Edel en opreg is die regter se kaf.
Heilig is die helde van die bars van die nag.
Ons onthou die spoke van Oranje stad,
Ons kleef aan hulle woorde soos n tros vol kak.
Ons hou van die serries en die doef van Jak,
En moenie met my stry nie ek sal jou in pak.
Melodie jou wysie met ewige tone,
mengel mooi jou woordtjies met jou oulike drome.
Hou die fort van veiligheid en nasionalisme,
Wees n patriot en vermoor Anglisisme.
Beskerm jou mother language teen n kombuis taal.
Daar is niks in hierdie wereld wat die taal mag vaal.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
Senja djakarta enam belas januari dua ribu lima belas . di hadapan leptop , aku merangkai kata demi kata untuk menghasilkan sebuah karya yang indah . ku tatapi sekelilingku ... benda mati , sepi, lengang ... andai printer yang disampingku itu berbicara... gunting itu berkata, dan pulpen ini berteriak , akan aku ceritakan sebuah kisah klasik ini di hadapan benda-benda itu . entah apa yang aku rasakan saat ini . abstark sepertinya . aku pernah berangan-angan menikmati teh rosela bersama bapakku didalam dekapan senja hangat mengantarkan mentari itu pulang , dalam dekapan . bapak yang aku rindukan kasih sayangnya melebihi apapun di dunia ini . Maafkan aku mama, aku tidak pernah serindu ini kepada bapakku . tapi percayalah , kedudukanmu dihatiku selalu ku prioritaskan bak malaikat yang selalu menjagaku setiap hari . Mama... bisakah engkau wakilkan rasa ini kepada bapakku , bahwa aku ingin mencium tangannya . kemudian ia tersenyum merasakan hangat cinta anakknya .
rasa apa yg lebih berarti daripada menahan rindu ini , menahan rindu akan sosok bapakku yang genap 8 tahun sudah tidak pernah menyapaku lagi . aku tidak ingin mengingatnya dengan kenangan buruk , tetapi aku akan mencoba menguburnya ,dan ini lah saatnya aku menjadi pribadi yang berubah .
bapak, tahukah engkau pak , aku sudah beranjak dewasa, dr dewasa itu aku menemukan siapa diriku sebenarnya . sadar bahwa aku bukanllah apa-apa tanpamu pak . sadara bahwa aku di dunia ini karena mu dan ibu . maafkan aku yang tidak pernah mendegarkanmu .
Senja ... saksikanlah bahwa aku ingin sekali bapak duduk di pelaminan bersama ibu , dan aku berada tepat di bawah kakiknya . sembah sungkem merestui pernikahanku bersama pria yang dikirimkan ALLAH untukku .
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
Concerned,
my wellbeing doesn’t come into it
neither does my wife’s;
but worried I am,
for my children’s future,
my children children’s future
and for my great, great grandchildren too.
I listen with horror,
I watch and shudder,
I read and feel misery;
when the wind blows,
because time enough at last,( or is it?),
I gaze at the old man in the cave,
with a little peace and quiet,
will it be shelter skelter?
Are we in quarantine?
Chosen?
For a new place, alas, Babylon
with perhaps Dr Strange Love?
Maybe there is no soul
within the man,
unless the balanced man became unbalanced,
what reason has a man got,
(even if he’s people are suffering from punishment),
To justify such actions?
Perhaps Pak Pong-ju is not a man,
Could he be God’s apprentice
God’s messenger
God’s terminator,
to emulate ***** and Gomorrah or Pompeii?
Why should we shoot the messenger?
If this is the case
then truly I should be concerned,
my wellbeing doesn’t come into it
neither does my wife’s;
but worried I am,
for my children’s future,
my children children’s future
and for my great, great grandchildren too.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
Tahimik na kalangitan
Buo ang mga ulap
Maaliwas, o kay sarap pagmasdan
Maliwanag, walang dilim na maaninag
Mga ibong humuhuni malaya't maligaya
Linilibot ang kalangitan punong puno ng kalayaan, sinasariwa ang preskong hangin'g bigay ng kalikasan.
Sanay inyo ring marinig ang mga huni ng mga ibong nawalan ng tirahan,
Sa pagputol nyo sa kanilang pinapangalagaang tahanan.
Na sa bawat pagbuka ng bibig ay ramdam ang bigat na kanilang dinadala't, dinaranas
Sana'y pagbigyan kahit minsan lamang
Ang hiling ng bawat nilalang.
Ang buhay ng tao ay tulad din ng mga ibon sa kapaligiran, malayang pumili,malayang maglakbay, malayang piliin ang gustong tahakin sa kani-kanilang buhay. ngunit may ibang ipinagkaitan labag man sa kanilang kalooban tuloy padin ang laban tungo sa magandang kinabusan.
Sana'y imulat nyo ang inyong mga mata
Pakingan ang mga hinaing ng mga taong pi'lit makamtan ang magandang umaga. Ngunit may narinig ka ba? Hindi ba't wala?! Hirap man, pagod, at walang makain. Pero ito ba ang basihan? upang sila'y pagkaitan ng pag-asa.
Tulad din ng mga ibon sa malawak ng karagatan, gaano man ito kalawak, gaano man sila katagal maghanap,
Magtyaga't, maghintay, magtiwala ka lang dahil ang bukas ay hindi natatapos ngayon, kundi magsisimula pa lang ulit bukas.
Humayo ka't ipagaspas ang iyong pak-pak, lumipad ka't abotin ang iyong mga pangarap. Lipad munting ibon huwag kang huminto't ibangon muli, ang minsan mo ng nasirang tahanan
Tulad din ng isang ibon, maging malaya ka't maging masaya.
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 12:47 PM UTC
Beden sükun içinde yatar yeşil türbede,
Amma güzel diliniz konuşur mesnevide.
Ey hazreti Mevlana Celaleddin-i Rumi,
Hazreti Şems güneştir size, siz aydır Şemse.
O pak mesnevi içinde neler buldum, neler,
Süzünüz bir deryadır, her şey vardır içinde.
Her kese açıktır bu derya, fakir ya zengin,
Ders, güzellik ile hikmet katarsınız şiire.
Allah'u Teala çok razı olsun sizinle,
Mahvî'nin süsü bu, helal olsun bu kaside.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
Chyť se mých křídel
na zrncích písku
slova jsou moře
a já jsem vzduch
Cesta vede tmavozeleným tunelem stromů
a září zatím neškrtlo sirkami hodin
o hřebínky vln.
V eternitu střech a vybledlých korunách domů
jsou kalná podkroví
a u zahalených břehů nahá samota mladých leseb a přehřátých starců
zkalená do němoty modrého dne.
Než plíce jehličnaté noci naposledy vydechnou
do jílovitého ramene
oxidující pískovec fasády léta
a září škrtne o hřebínky v trávě
nad závity stébel a sedmikrásnými stvoly se ponesou otáčky kol
a šelestění kloubů od stolů a slunečníků u silnic.
Děti pak pošlou matky na březové ostrovy hledat věčná napajedla
a hejna dronů rozhodí svoje sítě mezi souhvězdími
aby na sítnici zachytily bronz milenců
a v nekonečně krátkém čase sestrojily triangulaci neopakovatelného
z kterého není návratu.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
hapax legomenon “Texas Women”
**(hapax legomenon: a term of which only one instance of use is ever recorded)
(Texas Women: a term of which only one instance of use is ever recorded)**
for
ꏳJ LꂦVꏂ & Cne’
once again, they sweet sweep me off my feet,
carry me to the Court of Finger Wagging,
to be accused of hating and/or loving Texas Women
simultaneously, diffidently, consequentially, unclearly differentially
this is no flower picking exercise, shaking of the head,
“he loves me, he loves me not,” rinse and repeat,
a northern trick to confuse the plano truth,
warns the Judicial Triumvirate
your Honors, I swears,
never wrote those conjunctive words,
Texas, Women,
never ever, until just now,
a genuine hapax legomenon
akin to taking god’s name in vain,
if one dare ever utter these words, and
blows the opportunity,
well, shotgun, if you know what I mean,
one gets only
one chance
so cut me quick to the chase’s conclusion
let’s go to my defense single & singularly:
true, of women I have written, and
“too much,”
is a mere theortical constriction
I love to love women,
and a 57 variety pak is a-ok by me
an inordinate number of poems may have referenced
females hailing from a certain great state,
but never together, side by side, have I ever employed
that phrase, for my imaginations
are more than sufficient
have loved women from many places, too many faces,
some beyond measure, now a forever,
a hoarded memoir unpublishable treasure,
some, it’s true, possessed jeans and a cowboy hat,
and dangerous boots, which one admired from a
goodly distance
they brook no con, tilting their heads quizzically,
there is no maybe with women from this place,
maybe you love us, maybe not, but either way,
there ain’t no maybe in our emotional lexicology!
ok.
the only woman I ever hated is dead and buried,
and yes, I shot her dead for being ornery cactus mean,
so by this roundabout roundup summation,
you may put your head on pillow tonight,
smiling confident thinking that your hapax legomenon,
is deep in the heart of a grown boy hailing from nyc,
still a crazy straight shooter
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
Šest tisíc mil asfaltu a prachu.
Kolik tisíc chlapů vydalo se na tu cestu?
Už dobře poznáš tu hranici strachu,
když blížíš se k proklatýmu městu.
Tam lidi neznaj slitování
a ženský neznaj lásku,
a ty proto nad svítáním
nosíš ocel na opasku.
A tak jedeš dál,
možná najdeš svoje sny.
Seš silnice král,
ale štvou tě pouštní psi.
Snad až si jednou spočineš
na lůžku z kapradin a mechů,
doufám, že pak nalezneš
klid hvězd, co ti poskytujou střechu.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
Tak tahu mengapa tiba-tiba Fatima terjatuh. Orang-orang pikir dia tertidur. Mereka mencoba membangunkan, namun sia-sia. Disentuh dengan hati-hati, tak juga berhasil.
Fatima dengan sepasang burka berkeliling di dunia ide. Mimpi-mimpi yang awalnya ilusi, kini nyata. Dia menari-nari diatas kesedihannya. Fatima mondar mandir mencari-cari sepasang burkanya. Burkanya yang satu dipasangkan di kepala pak Kucing.
Pak Kucing adalah teman yang baik. Artinya dia menemani Fatima dalam ide dan materi. Pak Kucing berkata bahwa Fatima adalah gadis yang cantik. Fatima terharu mendengarnya, tetes-tetes air matanya jatuh membasahi burkanya.
Pak Kucing menghibur, dengan membacakan teka-tekinya;
"Tiba-tiba, orang-orang merasa sia-sia berhati-hati. Mimpi-mimpi kini menari-nari, mondar-mandir mencari-cari tetes-tetes teka-tekinya"
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 10:46 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
Kupaparkan rayuanku untukmu.
Kupertontonkan asmaraku untukmu.
Dunia harus tahu !
Hatiku selalu menggebu - gebu !
Kukirimkan surat cintaku melalui dunia maya.
Pak Pos sedang sibuk kasmaran juga rupanya.
Oh pak Pos !
Kencan jangan terlalu lama !
Siapa yang bisa mengantarkan cintaku padanya ?!
Kusiapkan surat kuselipkan kata manis dan rindu dengan tinta merah dan banyak kecupan mesra.
Maya harus tahu !
Hatiku memang menggebu - gebu !
Tapi kau buang puisiku.
Melirik saja tak mau.
Ya sudah kalau begitu.
Biar saja dipakai followers saya,
lumayan untuk caption mereka.
Padahal untuk merangkai kata dan rima,
hati harus jatuh dan kau buat patah.
—
Puisiku sebatas dunia maya.
Tidak sampai hati yang empunya.
Malang.
Malang.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
Last sunday, we go videoke.
Kaming unom, grabe'g panganta.
Naay nice ug tingog, naay okay ra,
naay wala gyud sa tono, naay nag sabay-sabay ra,
ug naay feeler gyud kaayo nga singer siya.
Niabot ang time, naka feel na mig uhaw.
Ni offer ang isa, isa ka bucket ambot ug unsa.
TOK TOK TOK ayay naa na ang gihulat,
tambal sa uhaw gipatong sa lamesa.
PAK! SMIRNOFF ANG GIDALA!
Kami nagpadayon ug kanta,
kachada sa pamati, sa ilimnong ma'lami.
Niabot ang last nga kanta,
Obladi, Oblada, tala na mamauli na ta.
Nihapit's balutan, mao na po'y gitirada.
Nanglingkod kadjot sa seawall,
nagpahangin gamay usa musakay.
Nipara mig cab kay hapit na alas dose,
sa rural basin mabiyaan mi.
Wa na gibyaan gyud, maygani naay super 5, pero tag 50 gyud.
Kami naabot sa tagsa-tagsang panimalay,
wow kalami sa akuang katulog bai.
Pagmata nako, nganong init kaayo ko?
Wa ko kasabot sa akuang gibati, gitugnaw ko pag ayo.
Yati, ngano man ni? Nag inom man unta kog vitamin C.
Pagka uran2 naa koy gi share sa fb,
nag react akuang miga kay sgalain pud daw iya ginhawa.
Taod-taod nag my day ang isa, gi dextrose kay gihilantan sab siya.
Nag text kos isa pa, kung ga daot pud siya.
"OO" mao na iyang reply,
*** why kami gyud upat dai?
Ang isa silingan ra namo, wala may gibati.
So, isa nalang kulang, akua gitawagan.
Wala mitubag, akuang manghod iyang gi chatan.
"Yes dai gihilantan pud siya", mao nay reply.
Wala nay lain, ang SMIRNOFF mao jud akuang pasanginlan!
Kaming lima baling yarok, sa smirnoff nga mabugnaw.
Ang isa wala nag mind kay nagsaad di gyud siya mo inom.
Mao toy amuang gidangatan, gipang ubo, sip'on ug gihilantan.
Grabe, unsay naa adtong smirnoff nila?
Ngano kaming lima ang naapektohan?
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
a steamed bowl of pak choi with organic rice
and then a multi vitamin
with an acute accent on folic acids
washed down by the strenuous street lights
if life is commotion
a whispered assumption
oils the cogs in our flatshare
unless we typical girls
have failed to make the grade.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
I like chocolate malt.
My life is at a halt.
I know who is at fault.
It's always the same who I blame.
She is lame.
Her sanity untame.
Her self shame.
You know her name.
You know her face.
It's an image you can't erase.
She put me & my child's life to waste.
She has selfish taste.
I wish her gone without a trace.
She slows down the pace.
She is always on my case.
Her feet are always bare.
She never brushes her hair.
She always judges & stares.
She never cares.
Turmoil daily she dares.
She's the world's biggest slob.
She does'nt have a thing to rob.
The only clothes she wears has holes, stains, & tears.
She never has any food.
In my business she always intrudes.
She is jealous, miserable, & rude.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
Padněme k zemi před tím velkým světem
Protože nikdo z nás ať řekne cokoliv
Nebude silnější
My všichni tady jsme mrtví
I ty jsi mrtev
Pohřben ve vlastních verších
Které tě přerůstají
A smrtí se pak navrátíme životu -
Padněme k zemi před tím velkým světem
Protože nikdo z nás ať se stane čímkoliv
Nebude větší
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
Your words fall on deaf ears.
Your voice I choose not to hear.
Your breathe wreaks of stale beer.
Get away from me no one wants you here.
Away from here years ago & today.
I wish there had been a way.
To teleport or astroproject so I didn't have to stay.
Towards someone good to connect.
Of me people continue to neglect.
Evil is who I deflect.
Beauty is what I reflect.
Loneliness is what I get.
My eyes saw.
What you did broke the law.
Because of you ma kicked out Pa.
Every fiber of your being has a flaw.
Your morals are baked & your evil is raw.
Your hands are like a devil's claw.
Unfiled & unreported.
My thoughts real & undistorted.
The "mom" I disowned is disheveled
Her house pak rat hoarded.
Piles of filth & stench.
To know your face.
Ruined my past I can not replace.
Here at home of crimes there was no trace.
Police said low priority case.
Heaven has been a disgrace.
You've been banned from that place.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Bulan kembali memutari bumi
untuk ke-enam kalinya di tahun ini.
Bersyukur, hanya itu yang dapat kulakukan
untuk segala nikmat yang masih kurasakan.
Kalau kata Pak Sapardi, dalam sajaknya
« Hujan Bulan Juni ».
Ia itu tabah, bijak, dan arif.
Namun, akankah ia turun kali ini?
untuk merahasiakan, menghapus, dan membiarkan––
––segala sesuatu perbuatan manusia, pun baik dan buruk.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
DE SNEEUW VINDT HAAR EINDE OP EEN WARM GAZON
EN WAT OVERBLIJFT
De diepste indruk maakt een dik pak sneeuw.
Rustig residu die middag,
opziend naar een wonderblauwe hemel.
Sneeuw biedt je weer een lijf, zet je een hoed op,
begraaft je in haar tweede natuur, met een schijnsel
van sepia, lekkend schemerblauw.
De sneeuw friemelt aan je voegen,
wil naar binnen.
In de sneeuw ben je engelachtig
en zij is niet beangstigend, zij lijkt ons veeleer
te omarmen en te beschermen
op onze weg door de stad
Zelfs middelbaar ben je weer even kind.
De sneeuw vangt ons met haar gepeperde adem
en geeft frisse lucht.
Zij komt en gaat en komt weer terug
Zij hoopt zich op zonder
hoop op duurzaamheid
& wenst niet te blijven.
De sneeuw, ik benijd haar,
dat zij zal verdwijnen
laat haar koud
Zij is haar eigen landschap,
met haar coole witkalk
creëert ze
een albasten pracht
trekt zich dan terug zonder klacht.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
Víra se opět kříží
s poznáním
A ještě párkrát
To unesu,
A pak už ne.
Kolikrát větších rozměrů,
Než jsme my,
To může
Dosáhnout?
*Ve skutečném světě,
V tom jediném a opravdovém,
Nechceme slyšet odpovědi,
Chceme jen aby naše otázky
Byly slyšeny a zváženy.*
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
Selamat pagi bu....
Selamat pagi jawabku
Perjalananku segera dimulai
menembus fajar yang masih galau
Lewat mana bu....
Biasa saja pak jawabku
Jalan raya yang masih sepi
Tetapi aku sudah duduk sendiri
Macet bu....
Biasa pak jawabku
Tiada ada jalan yang lancar
Tiada hari yang tak sukar
Lampu merah bu....
Iya pak panjang pula jawabku
Berhentilah walau hanya sebentar
Melemaskan kaki dan mata yang nanar
Sudah sampai bu....
Terimakasih pak jawabku
Ku mulai pekerjaan hari ini
Dengan harapan dan asa yang baru
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
Here love blossoms
Here people come running frankly
Here the head bows in reverence
Here Bengali is the book of poetry.
Here is a fistful of hands in vows to remember the martyrs
Here the Bengali's roared
Such as Ekushey of Bahanna one day
Woke up.
The world has seen a lot of shots
Didn't see the language soaked in blood February!
Hyena's team is so brazen and so barbaric
Kari wants to take her mother's language
Salam-Barkat Rafiq-Shafiq Jabbar
The vigilant guard of the mother tongue poured out the ****** of the chest.
Then a Mujib at the front of the procession
Sheikh Mujib is at the forefront of history
Bengal and Bengali took the lead
Fifty-two sixty-two - we got the demand to survive
The days of seventy-nine fires have come
Bangabandhu got Bengali
Day of release ahead.
In nineteen years, Bengalis took the form of the liberation army
Twenty-one to seventy-one
Mujib gave the call - at the March racecourse
When he heard the shackle-breaking poem
"This time the struggle is for freedom" ...
The fort was built from house to house
The defeated Pak army looked at him with a smirk
The red-green flag flew over the open land of Bengal
The people of Bangladesh chanted the slogan in unison - Joybangla!
The world has never seen such a February, such a March, such a December of victory
Proud Shaheed Minar with red-green flag!
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 1:29 AM UTC
Light a Gauloise Bleu*
Anytime anywhere and
Dream Paris so fair!
*The famous French cigarette in the blue pak.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Pak mij vast en aai mijn hoofd,
krab mijn rugje, krets me rood.
Al is al mijn bezit door branden weggeroofd,
voor jou zal ik blijven voelen,
wat het is om nooit meer af te koelen.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
Pak Sapardi, tolong ajari aku cara mencintai dengan sederhana.
Ketika segala hal adalah rumit dan kesedihan berada di ujungnya.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
I'm sorry for the distance between my heart and mind.
All my experiences are first ones and I'm not sure who all I want involved.
Treelines show me there's hidden microcosms all over small worlds and places to run and hide.
Tagged with wires and chips, I'm on a life support.
Communication and Social Interaction.
I'm a stereotype. Try hard.
Caring - I'm weak.
Trusting, I'm loving.
Advantage of me is not something you achieve - it's freely given.
What you do says more about you.
Than me.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC