All Poems
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On The High Price Of Fish
© William Cowper
Cocoa-nut naught,
Fish too dear,
None must be bought,
For us that are here:
Resolution
© Sukasah Syahdan
People are still expecting this annus horribilis
to close its black box of monstrosities;
if I asked you about resolutions
you'd probably give me that look
and say "May this year fare us well."
Eyes
© Sukasah Syahdan
I used to believe that comprehension began right there;
that what eyes failed to make sense of, was insensibility. Every time a picture offers a thousand words,
they claim the first to know; and if it were not through them, how would we fall for the beauty of a look?
Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;
Far Away and Long Ago
© Sukasah Syahdan
The young man replied, Youre welcome, Maam, as much! He was no less happy.
Many years later they both grew old. It just happened that life had gone on and they had never met again. In fact, the two would have entirely forgotten the episodehad they not bought a book of poetry by an Indonesian poet and found this story.
A Koi
© Sukasah Syahdan
To recall nothing past
And expect nothing yet to passTo never suffer from boredom
Or give in to fiefdomTo need not be brave nor coy
Sometimes, I wish I were a koi
A Brand New Life
© Sukasah Syahdan
My dearest child, my dearest love
Come to Ayah, who has just come
My dearest star, my brightest sun
Your loudest cries, my sweetest songs
Your merry laughter, my constant prayer
Blessed Are The Meek, For They Shall Inherit The Earth
© George MacDonald
A quiet heart, submissive, meek,
Father, do thou bestow,
Which more than granted, will not seek
To have, or give, or know.
The Hypermarket
© Sukasah Syahdan
history is a hurried
checklist of the goods
mankind wishes
to unforget
A Distant Recluse
© Sukasah Syahdan
Supposing I were really there
in Kosovo, Aceh, or East Timor
and lived myself every horror
the media have reported over
From Beyond
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Here there is balm for every tender heart
Wounded by life;
Rest for each one who bore a valiant part
Crushed in the strife.
The Ballad of Richard Cory, Jr.
© Sukasah Syahdan
Whenever he drives downtown
Envy is what we have for him
A princely look from sole to crown
Dark glasses, a glossy limousine
Mysterious Humanity
© Sukasah Syahdan
I must tell you stories as well about scores of troops dispatched to adjacent Aceh, Irian and Timor
brain-washed soldiers and a holy mission:
to seek and destroy the sons and daugthers
in search of water of justice on their ancestors' land
of which years later one might not even discover
traces of suppressed whispers evaporated in the air
Flowers And Stars
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Beloved! thourt gazing with thoughtful look
On those flowers of brilliant hue,
Every Silent Plant in the Garden
© Sukasah Syahdan
every silent plant in the garden knows
two sorts of wishes make up the world:
one is conceived in heaven, the other in hell
the earth buttoned its lip, too humble to tell
Globalillusion
© Sukasah Syahdan
all the world's a stage shrinking & life remains a same rendition
without rehearsal whose script is written by no-one except
dimmest reveries which scatter in everyone's mind
Sappho To Her Girlfriends
© Sappho
This is my song of maidens dear to me.
Eranna, a slight girl I counted thee,
bless 'em beggars,buskers,street vendors
© Sukasah Syahdan
bless 'em beggars,buskers,street vendors
breastfeeding mothers,fathers weather-
beaten,misplaced babies,outofschoolboys&girls
enduring with furious fidelity
everyday musk of japanese/german carfumery
