Puisi Bahasa Inggris

Disaster

In this morning
Birds chirp want to be understood
Sun rolled cloud..
Occasionally the wind in lonely
Trees still do not budge, even though
Engine rumble all the time..
What are you doing over there..
        In refugee camps spell
        The sentence of God was silent for grilling
        Gardens, livestock and houses
        Destroyed fell between destiny
Black fog delay expectations
Pallid sore restrained
Melt tears
breaths between sobs
        O my brother ....
        Hopefully fleeting dark fog ..
        Pearl of wisdom shine more light ..
        The beach in front of you .. hope
        Be patient, easy come soon ..

                                 FRIENDS

My best friend is a drop of morning dew
aridity of the fallen wet liver
to be able to fertilize the entire garden heart
in coolness...

My friends are the stars in the night sky highway
loneliness that accompany the grieving moon
to be able to illuminate the dark universe
in togetherness...

My best friend is a shade tree with a thousand branches
the umbrella of the unbearable heat of the sun
to be able to provide shade
in peace...

O wandering wind
proclaim to me about her..

My best friend is a collection of spring water from the sacred lake
clear flowing endlessly..
to be able to eliminate self thirst
the freshness....

My best friend is the rain that fell
a hose every inch of the earth a dusty chronic.......
to be able to clean the crown of flowers and dedaun
in purity.......

My friends are the pieces of diamond jewels
beautiful sparkling as a matchless gift....
to be able to spread the spirit charm
in beauty...

O bird sound ambassador..
tell me about her presence...

Poem to MOM

Mother ...
is a woman who has melahirkanku
take care
raising
educate me
until I had grown

Mother ...
is a woman who is always alert when I was in the cradle
when my legs not strong enough to stand
when my stomach feels hungry and thirsty
when kuterbangun in the morning, noon and night

Mother ...
is a caring woman
when I was sick
when I fell
when I cry
when I'm lonely

Mother ...
you cry because I
are you sad because I
You suffer because of me
you skinny because I
You sacrificed everything for me

Mother ...
can only pray that I dedicate to you
because of your righteousness
gone unreturned

Only tears as witness
of my love for you

Mother ..., I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
also the father ...!!!

           Always There For You Beautiful Plan

The Authority will always have wonderful plans for us His people
Every now and then instantly happy heart ...
Sometimes a moment contrary to hope
You just need to appreciate and contemplate

You have to keep questioning, remove all the logic
Pray always good ... and thankful that you're feeling bad
When you meant well and ask for the best, that's what gave him his
Sometimes at once ... often have to go through the day that tested the heart

There is always a wonderful plan for you
Although sometimes you forget it..
There is always a wonderful plan for you
If you continue to ask Him...

              feel the love

This heart felt lonely without your love breath,,
life is lonely without a smile from you
inisenyap yourself without your love life,,
dark my room without stepping direction tuk

love,,,
why must all happen?
why when you pass the light of the world into my soul
you leave the piece lies in a sense,,

love ..
I was only able to embrace a sense of
yng gray twilight dream hug
pursue a dawn of hope roamer,,

love ..
I'm not sure that you make to move
you give me a handful of injuries
why light a fire rainbow,,
bye love,,
happy happy on my wound,,
let your heart stringing words like blood behind the curtain ....

                Muse – Hysteria

It’s bugging me
grating me
and twisting me around
yeah i’m endlessly
caving in
and turning inside out

cause i want it now
i want it now
give me your heart and your soul
and i’m breaking out
i’m breaking out
last chance to lose control

yeah it’s holding me
morphing me
and forcing me to strive
to be endlessly
cold within
and dreaming im alive

cause i want it now
i want it now
give me your heart and your soul
i’m not breaking down
i’m breaking out
last chance to lose control

and i want you now
i want you now
i feel my heart implode
and i’m breaking out
escaping now
feeling my faith erode

                    Muse - StarLight Lyric
Far away
This ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

Starlight
I will be chasing a starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold you in my arms

My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to re-ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive

I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold you in my arms

Far away
The ship has taken me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold

         Lirik Lagu Nirvana – Polly

Polly wants a cracker. Think I should get off her first.
I think she wants some water. To put out the blow torch.
It isn’t me. We have some seed. Let me clip. Your dirty wings. Let me take ride. Don’t cut yourself. I want some help. To please myself. I’ve got some rope. You have been told.
I promise you. I have been true. Let me take a ride.
Don’t cut yourself. I want some help. To please myself.
Polly wants a cracker. Maybe she would like more food.
She asks me to untie her. A chase would be nice for a few.
(Chours)…
Polly said….
Polly says her back hurts. And she’s just as bored as me.
She caugh me off my guard. It amazes me, the will of instinct.













                 Metallica - Fade To Black

Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else

I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things aren't what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Can not stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye, *Goodbye*

Green day - American Idiot

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation that under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mindfuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Convincing them to walk you.

Well maybe I'm the fuckhead America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Convincing them to walk you.

Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation controlled by the media.
Information nation of hysteria.
It's going out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Convincing them to walk you.

SNOW WHITE

Once upon a time in mid winter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a beautiful queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed, she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful, that she thought, “If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as this frame.” Soon afterward she had a little daughter that was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore they called her Little Snow-White.
Now the queen was the most beautiful woman in all the land, and very proud of her beauty. She had a mirror, which she stood in front of every morning, and asked:
    Mirror, mirror, on the wall
    Who in this land is fairest of all?
  And the mirror always said:
  You, my queen, are fairest of all.
And then she knew for certain that no one in the world was more beautiful than she.
Now Snow-White grew up, and when she was seven years old, she was so beautiful, that she surpassed even the queen herself. Now when the queen asked her mirror:
     Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
    Who in this land is fairest of all?
The mirror said:
    You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
    But Little Snow-White is still
    A thousand times fairer than you.
When the queen heard the mirror say this, she became pale with envy, and from that hour on, she hated Snow-White. Whenever she looked at her, she thought that Snow-White was to blame that she was no longer the most beautiful woman in the world. This turned her heart around. Her jealousy gave her no peace. Finally she summoned a huntsman and said to him, “Take Snow-White out into the woods to a remote spot, and stab her to death. As proof that she is dead bring her lungs and her liver back to me. I shall cook them with salt and eat them.”
The huntsman took Snow-White into the woods. When he took out his hunting knife to stab her, she began to cry, and begged fervently that he might spare her life, promising to run away into the woods and never return. The huntsman took pity on her because she was so beautiful, and he thought, “The wild animals will soon devour her anyway. I’m glad that I don’t have to kill her.” Just then a young boar came running by. He killed it, cut out its lungs and liver, and took them back to the queen as proof of Snow-White’s death. She cooked them with salt and ate them, supposing that she had eaten Snow-White’s lungs and liver.
Snow-White was now all alone in the great forest. She was terribly afraid, and began to run. She ran over sharp stones and through thorns the entire day. Finally, just as the sun was about to set, she came to a little house. The house belonged to seven dwarfs. They were working in a mine, and not at home. Snow-White went inside and found everything to be small, but neat and orderly. There was a little table with seven little plates, seven little spoons, seven little knives and forks, seven little mugs, and against the wall there were seven little beds, all freshly made.
Snow-White was hungry and thirsty, so she ate a few vegetables and a little bread from each little plate, and from each little glass she drank a drop of wine. Because she was so tired, she wanted to lie down and go to sleep. She tried each of the seven little beds, one after the other, but none felt right until she came to the seventh one, and she lay down in it and fell asleep.
When night came, the seven dwarfs returned home from the work. They lit their seven little candles, and saw that someone had been in their house.
The first one said, “Who has been sitting in my chair?”
The second one, “Who has been eating from my plate?”
The third one, “Who has been eating my bread?”
And so forth until the seventh one, and when he looked at his bed, he found Snow-White lying there, fast asleep. The seven dwarfs all came running, and they cried out with amazement. They fetched their seven candles and looked at Snow-White. “Good heaven! Good heaven!” they cried. “She is so beautiful!” They liked her very much. They did not wake her up, but let her lie there in the bed. The seventh dwarf had to sleep with his companions, one hour with each one, and then the night was done.
When Snow-White woke up, they asked her who she was and how she had found her way to their house. She told them how her mother had tried to kill her, how the huntsman had spared her life, how she had run the entire day, finally coming to their house. The dwarfs pitied her and said, “If you will keep house for us, and cook, sew, make beds, wash, and knit, and keep everything clean and orderly, then you can stay here, and you’ll have everything that you want. We come home in the evening, and supper must be ready by then, but we spend the days digging for gold in the mine. You will be alone then. Watch out for the queen, and do not let anyone in.”
The queen thought that she was again the most beautiful woman in the land, and the next morning she stepped before the mirror and asked:
    Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
    Who in this land is fairest of all?
The mirror answered once again:
    You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
    But Little Snow-White beyond the seven mountains
    Is a thousand times fairer than you.
It startled the queen to hear this, and she knew that she had been deceived, that the huntsman had not killed Snow-White. Because only the seven dwarfs lived in the seven mountains, she knew at once that they must have rescued her. She began to plan immediately how she might kill her, because she would have no peace until the mirror once again said that she was the most beautiful woman in the land. At last she thought of something to do. She disguised herself as an old peddler woman and colored her face, so that no one would recognize her, and went to the dwarf’s house. Knocking on the door she called out, “Open up. Open up. I’m the old peddler woman with good wares for sale.”
Snow-White peered out the window, “What do you have?”
“Bodice laces, dear child,” said the old woman, and held one up. It was braided from yellow, red, and blue silk. “Would you like this one?”
“Oh, yes,” said Snow-White, thinking, “I can let the old woman come in. She means well.” She unbolted the door and bargained for the bodice laces.
“You are not laced up properly,” said the old woman. “Come here, I’ll do it better.” Snow-White stood before her, and she took hold of the laces and pulled them so tight that Snow-White could not breathe, and she fell down as if she were dead. Then the old woman was satisfied, and she went away.
Nightfall soon came, and the seven dwarfs returned home. They were horrified to find their dear Snow-White lying on the ground as if she were dead. They lifted her up and saw that she was laced up too tightly. They cut the bodice laces in two, and then she could breathe, and she came back to life. “It must have been the queen who tried to kill you,” they said. “Take care and do not let anyone in again.”
She was so horrified that the blood all ran to her heart, because she knew that Snow-White had come back to life. Then for an entire day and a night she planned how she might catch her. She made a poisoned comb, disguised herself differently, and went out again. She knocked on the door, but Snow-White called out, “I am not allowed to let anyone in.”
Then she pulled out the comb, and when Snow-White saw how it glistened, and noted that the woman was a complete stranger, she opened the door, and bought the comb from her. “Come, let me comb your hair,” said the peddler woman. She had barely stuck the comb into Snow-White’s hair, before the girl fell down and was dead. “That will keep you lying there,” said the queen. And she went home with a light heart.
The dwarfs came home just in time. They saw what had happened and pulled the poisoned comb from her hair. Snow-White opened her eyes and came back to life. She promised the dwarfs not to let anyone in again.
The queen stepped before her mirror:
    Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
    Who in this land is fairest of all?
The mirror answered:
    You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
    But Little Snow-White with the seven dwarfs    Is a thousand times fairer than you.

When the queen heard this, she shook and trembled with anger, “Snow-White will die, if it costs me my life!” Then she went into her most secret room — no one else was allowed inside — and she made a poisoned, poisoned apple. From the outside it was red and beautiful, and anyone who saw it would want it. Then she disguised herself as a peasant woman, went to the dwarfs’ house and knocked on the door.
Snow-White peeped out and said, “I’m not allowed to let anyone in. The dwarfs have forbidden it most severely.”
“If you don’t want to, I can’t force you,” said the peasant woman. “I am selling these apples, and I will give you one to taste.”
“No, I can’t accept anything. The dwarfs don’t want me to.”
“If you are afraid, then I will cut the apple in two and eat half of it. Here, you eat the half with the beautiful red cheek!” Now the apple had been so artfully made that only the red half was poisoned. When Snow-White saw that the peasant woman was eating part of the apple, her desire for it grew stronger, so she finally let the woman hand her the other half through the window. She bit into it, but she barely had the bite in her mouth when she fell to the ground dead.
The queen was happy, went home, and asked her mirror:
    Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
    Who in this land is fairest of all?
And it answered:
    You, my queen, are fairest of all.
“Now I’ll have some peace,” she said, “because once again I’m the most beautiful woman in the land. Snow-White will remain dead this time.”
That evening the dwarfs returned home from the mines. Snow-White was lying on the floor, and she was dead. They loosened her laces and looked in her hair for something poisonous, but nothing helped. They could not bring her back to life. They laid her on a bier, and all seven sat next to her and cried and cried for three days. They were going to bury her, but they saw that she remained fresh. She did not look at all like a dead person, and she still had beautiful red cheeks. They had a glass coffin made for her, and laid her inside, so that she could be seen easily. They wrote her name and her ancestry on it in gold letters, and one of them always stayed at home and kept watch over her.
Snow-White lay there in the coffin a long, long time, and she did not decay. She was still as white as snow and as red as blood, and if she had been able to open her eyes, they still would have been as black as ebony wood. She lay there as if she were asleep.
One day a young prince came to the dwarfs’ house and wanted shelter for the night. When he came into their parlor and saw Snow-White lying there in a glass coffin, illuminated so beautifully by seven little candles, he could not get enough of her beauty. He read the golden inscription and saw that she was the daughter of a king. He asked the dwarfs to sell him the coffin with the dead Snow-White, but they would not do this for any amount of gold. Then he asked them to give her to him, for he could not live without being able to see her, and he would keep her, and honor her as his most cherished thing on earth. Then the dwarfs took pity on him and gave him the coffin.
The prince had it carried to his castle, and had it placed in a room where he sat by it the whole day, never taking his eyes from it. Whenever he had to go out and was unable to see Snow-White, he became sad. And he could not eat a bite, unless the coffin was standing next to him. Now the servants who always had to carry the coffin to and fro became angry about this. One time one of them opened the coffin, lifted Snow-White upright, and said, “We are plagued the whole day long, just because of such a dead girl,” and he hit her in the back with his hand. Then the terrible piece of apple that she had bitten off came out of her throat, and Snow-White came back to life.
She walked up to the prince, who was beside himself with joy to see his beloved Snow-White alive. They sat down together at the table and ate with joy.
Their wedding was set for the next day, and Snow-White’s godless mother was invited as well. That morning she stepped before the mirror and said:
    Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
    Who in this land is fairest of all?
    The mirror answered:
    You, my queen, are fair; it is true.
    But the young queen
    Is a thousand times fairer than you.
She was horrified to hear this, and so overtaken with fear that she could not say anything. Still, her jealousy drove her to go to the wedding and see the young queen. When she arrived she saw that it was Snow-White. Then they put a pair of iron shoes into the fire until they glowed, and she had to put them on and dance in them. Her feet were terribly burned, and she could not stop until she had danced herself to death.

Blue Sea Storm

AFTERNOON it is very hot. The sun burns black sandy beach until you feel a burn. Poles screen like a shivering mocked boat wind and waves, until the boat-old perau like dancing on the beach. However, the life of the fishermen continued to walk, in the routine, following the will of nature.

Above the black sand, not far from a boat that continues to dance, Kardi-equipped packing shipping supplies, nets and hooks, as well as baskets of fish, and then raise it to the boat deck. Suddenly a big wave hit the wall of the boat, so shaken hard. Kardi who was holding on gunwale almost bouncing.

Because the shocks, the baskets that he tenteng drifting apart and abject. Quickly Kardi chase and managed to achieve it. But damn, who caught only one of the most small basket. With fast and he blindly threw the basket into the boat, so that almost any of his friends who were standing on the deck, adjusted halyard boats and fishing nets.

Seeing Kardi tucker, the man on the deck that, Salim, deftly jumping toward Kardi and take over the baskets they carry. A pile of sturdy basket was heavy with moisture. Up on the wall of the boat was nearly limp body Kardi. Salim threw the stack of the basket to the deck and then with both hands he lifted his body muscular and jumped to the deck. Kardi is not strong lift his own body. Salim returned to help him, pulling his hand Kardi to successfully climbed to the deck.

"What kind of sailor you! Just so it was going to faint," sneered Salim. Kardi just smiled bitterly as he continued to lay down on the edge of the deck.

Their boat was very old indeed. She is roughly the same age their captain, Mr Ruslan, who has been manning the boat since 20 years ago. Manned nine people. Six men, two boys and a girl-child-Pak Ruslan as a cook. The length of the boat approximately twenty-two yards wide approximately six meters. It has a white screen that has begun to brown and has a lot tambalannya, but they have not had time to replace it with a new screen.

Kardi was still lying on the edge of the deck when the wave wall menghantami increasingly ferocious boat. She was like sleeping on the edge of the wide swings and warm, letting the hot sun menyengati blackish brown of her skin. As usual he had the sun burned like that. He has never again want to have a yellow skin, such as when the school still in high school two years ago.

Kardi still remember very well when it has yellow skin with a body that tall and sympathetic face. He still remembered well, when it grabs some pretty-faced girl belonging. And, he still remembered well when going out with girls of Chinese descent, her classmate. However, everything has gone together with its failure to achieve the ideals into Akabri. Together with the loss of yellow color of his skin. Snatched away the time.

For two years he also tried to find decent jobs in accordance with diplomas, but to no avail. Then, at the instigation of his father, Kardi join the crew of the boat owned by his father until now. Now he just resigned to the will of nature, the will of fate, the will of the time. Will be what he will, will like what their skin, he just resigned. While Salim is the son of his uncle the same fate, failing to enter universities and failed to find an office job.

"Raise the anchor, we will soon leave!" exclaimed Mr. Ruslan from the bow.

Kardi was shocked and immediately got up. He saw someone had jumped into the water and immediately remove the rope that bound to the stake boat at the beach. Kardi immediately helped him by pulling the rope and raise it to the deck. On the northern horizon looks cloudy bergumpalan black. The wind was blowing from the northwest. But the sun still shining, biased toward the western horizon.

Oars and slowly working the old boat left the mainland drove toward the northeast, getting into the middle and continue to the middle.

"Develop the screen! The wind had started to slow and will change direction," shouted Mr. Ruslan.

A boat crew climbed the mast, letting go of the rope. Salim with a crew of another boat off the bottom of the halyard, Kardi prepared by stretching a rope to the bow stretched screen. Slowly inflate the screen was then blown into the right side. Parahu become unbalanced and skewed. By reflex the crew boat to find a balance.

"Steered the bow to the right!" shouted the captain again.

Helmsman immediately stressed fin rudder against the water flow in the right tail boat. Kardi and Salim adjusting the screen by pulling the rope-rope. The boat was slowly turned 60 degrees to the right, then drove calmly.

Nets are colored dark blue started to be revealed. Similarly, some hook that had been prepared. Hook-hook were each given a piece of wood float so as not to sink to the seabed. The distance between float and hook around one meter. Each was given a small piece of fish bait. Usually mullet or shrimp. If there are fish that eat the bait, the float will look interested in wood-drag arising submerged in the water surface was attracted by his run of fish.

Traction and flotation movement was sometimes fast and loud, sometimes weak and slow, depending on the type and size of fish. Snapper usually attract bait fish quickly and hard. Tengiri tuna and fish like to eat the bait with stomping-hentakkannya down. The bigger fish eat the bait, will be much slower movements, but it feels more heavy and steady.

Nets mounted on either side of the boat are usually removed once a quarter hours, or at any time if necessary. While throwing nets will be cast once in a while or several times if the boat was estimated to be in an area that many fish. An experienced fisherman can distinguish where the water contains a lot of fish and what is not, which can be known from the motion of the water.

*

The old boat is still moving with calm reason has not reached the area of ​​fish nests which they were going like the days of yesterday. At such times, the boat crew can take a break to release fatigue. Kardi and Salim sat in the boat cabin porch, looking at the sky that looked blue in the crevices of white and black clouds, the sun sank behind the clouds arise. They switch the view to the sea which increasingly looks blue. Many small fish jumping in the boat left and right. Fish leap high into the occasional boat deck.

Kardi take a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered it to Salim celanannya. Salim melolos one, and clipped to the parts of the lips.

"Tumben you carry needles super!"

"Kan yesterday to the many," said Kardi whim. They both lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and then exhale the smoke. Up in the air of cigarette smoke was dispersed in the wind torn sea.

"If our results hold good so, yes."

"Yes, our lives can be a little happy. But now a new fish harvest abis week already, and our results are not always much. In the past, before there trawling, fish harvest we can enjoy up to approximately three months. At that time we catch able to buy anything. While you can now see for yourself. We are increasingly impoverished. To buy the equipment the boat would be very difficult, "complained Kardi.

"Now it is no legislation that prohibits trawler-trawling in the area we operate."

"Yes, but what good is a law if the robbers were still able to fish freely and offhand operating in our area."

"Are we never report about their transgressions?"

"Until bored, Lim. But to no avail. We're even more annoyed only. Modern technology sometimes even become oppressors of the people of small means. And the difficulty again we live in a country of law and the law has not become a full consciousness."

"You've heard of fights between small fishermen against fishermen trawling in Jepara coast ended with the tragedy of murder?"

"That question is also such that we experience. Who was it who was not annoyed when food sources were robbed by someone else? If we can not wait-wait maybe long ago-we had already clashed with the robbers."

"Yes, Di. I also felt it. But, the situation only serves to make us helpless."

"That, Lim. The situation only serves to discredit us, so we are more helpless, except that only harbored resentment deepened."

Does not feel the two cigarettes had they spent. The boat was still moving quietly. Overcast bergumpalan more black in the sky.