AtOne SaNam's PoEms

2010-09-02T06:56:00.000-07:00

The Candle light

2009-03-25T11:16:00.000-07:00

We had walked
Since the day came
I knew that oval face
Timid smile

Looked pretty,
Long hair,
Spreaded down the back,
Always be confidence,
Never shame on people

The candle light
Might be the memory of ours
When the night came
No one but us,
Not the sparkling stars in the sky,
Only that eyes

The short time
Was the large story,
Remembered as long life poem,
In no one mind,
But just you and me,
I wished I used to be the lucky one!

She is.....

2009-03-25T09:47:00.000-07:00

the name of St. Mary
the name of lady june
the name of miss lonely
the name of mother board

the sprinkling clod snow
the shining of rising sun
the smell of asters
the sparkling pearl

the hidden face
beneath the heart and soul
now and then
lost in the whirling wind
would you come back?

I March

2009-03-11T06:33:00.000-07:00

Long march named long life

I march came from Halilulik,

A hidden village beneath the Laka'an,

The special place for 'white dress',

And passed throught Lur'asyik,

various ethnich stayed inside there,

That's all I know about it.

Because at fifth next March,

I reached Oenak, a piece fresh country,

Watery land known with its big river

I stopped the march a while

didn't know what will be the next March.

I never imagine

Fluently passed as I was

A child who need care,

A bread of love, but hurtful

A reality life tasted as an orange.

I had no choice

I had to march by,

The country was mine,

Silent and sacrifice was the defense to live in,

I March was Blessing.

The Road Not Taken

2009-03-03T06:59:00.000-08:00

By Robert Frost (1874–1963).

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

This is an axtraordinary poem that suitable for every human's life. It shows how human usually faces the confusional ways in life. We find the ways that seem equal and almost hard to chose one. It seems unvisible in the open eyes.

The decision is in our hand, which way is fit for our need and desire. The decision is of course coming from deep inside, because only our heart can find the answer of the confusion. Our heart is the strength resource to take risk in the path that chosen.

Frost shows us that not always the crowded ways is a magnificent one. We should be able to take the ways that less traveled by, the ways that are not known by many people but we have the right to understand and responsible for it. We take that ways mean ready to take any risk.

The Clod and The Pebble

2009-01-23T07:38:00.000-08:00

"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."

So sung a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet;
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these meters meet:

"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."

By. William Blake

This poem describes about two kinds of love. The clod is described as the true love, the love that not only for a single person, but also love for others. The true love means that we have capability to reach others kindly, full-heart, honestly, and accept them as brothers and sisters.

And the Pebble, represents incomparable love. It is more or less the kind of love that egoism, love selfness more than anything. Love that see others unimportant and sometimes do not care for other people who need love, care, spirit, support and others.

Kiu Aminonit

2009-01-12T10:39:00.000-08:00

Kiu aminonit; ho kiu amliat ko.
Kiu fua amaëkit; kiu ataulmataf.
Kiu koel-anâ; kiu fuamnutû.

Atoni namfau nsimakan nis ko.
Tuafe namfau nloim ko ‘tebes.
Mansiane pukan-es a-npaon
tabu alekot he nhekô ko.

Kiu aminonit, ho ka on fa kiu bian.
Atoin kuane ka nhekônan ko fa.
Me amnaomnemte nhekô ko
papâ mesê aha.

Jogjakarta, 6 Funnuâ 2003

By Yohanes Manhitu

Timor Island

2009-01-12T10:28:00.000-08:00

Timor island, beautiful island.
Your name is as fragrant
as sandalwood
granting fragrance to the island.

Your name is called
from generation to generation,
from the village to the town;
from the mountain to the seashore
Who does not know your name?

When the sun rises,
you are as bright as silver;
and when the sun sets,
you are as shiny as gold.

Men from the east, from the west,
from the north,
and the south
know who you are.

Timor island, you are the mother
of your descendents.
Pray so that they go from one country to another
and then come home
to praise your name!
Oh……Timor island, the island of beauty,
the island of fragrance.

Jogjakarta, 4 October 2002

By Yohanes Manhitu

Welcome

2009-01-12T09:51:00.000-08:00

Days passed
With a hand of joy, happiness,
But series of sorrow, worryness appeared
Colour the life
Unexpected but came
Approached everyone with its own
That's the year in the past
We have been walked through

               Welcome
               New day, Bright Sun, Sparkling Star
               We hope so,
               To run till the legs find its fatigue,
               Brighten the dark haert,
               Keep the stable happiness
               Now and then.....

December Rain

2009-01-12T09:42:00.000-08:00

December meets the rain
And asters, behind that boarding house,
Find its joy,
At the edge of the alley,
They proclaim their happiness,
'coz december rain has come,
The Redeemer has risen...

19/12/08

Be with yOu

2009-01-07T09:47:00.000-08:00

I know
How fool I am
Dream in the edge of night,
look you come with me,
let your hands join with mine,
taste your love hanging on my neck,
kiss your lips calmly,
smell your body carefully,
I know
how crazy I am,
look like dog's love,
unhuman,
but
This dreaming,
Dream in the edge of night,
Hope nothing
but wish you be with me.....

Memory in white house

2009-01-05T10:26:00.000-08:00

Memory of the night,
Crowded night near white house,
'rounded by lots of people seeing to the spot,
stared as if pearl harbor standing near,
smile loaded, sometimes laugh appeared widely

I knew that night
Night that offered a minute happiness
For some it was wasting time but not for others,
that was great an interesting heaven in open field exhibition

They called me Mickey

2009-01-03T09:19:00.000-08:00

Parent’s though was an Angel
Their words were heaven
Even their providing name was a sacred
‘coz they passed it in reflection

Any way with any condition
That name was stamp,
That name was symbol
That name was identity along life

Never with me to be as this
Passed days and nights, months and years,
Came to the Eden field or desert, may be
And treated differently, those names

I was trying to be the past
With that mark I was given,
In faint it came again
In same, they called me Mickey

December 18th, 2008

Freedom and The Piano

2009-01-03T09:18:00.000-08:00

Freedom seeks free not for itself
For others it must due to
Not individually but whole
To care, comfort and please

The piano proud to be itself
Spread that sounds till the sky
It free to express its delight
Not for itself but all

Gives itself and many enjoy
Heads raised and hands rainy clap
Praising murmured from ear to ear
Not itself but player

So the freedom that every one has
Not selfishly consumed
But with others shares the quality
A choice to be a mature

December 18th, 2008

Princess

2009-01-03T09:17:00.000-08:00

The night fills with smile and joy heart

Its delight spreads aloud

Till the sky above could hear it

Because he gets a friend

A friend which day and night hopes for

Comes as a Princess Moon,

Her little timid smile appear

And her words is heaven

December 2nd, 2008

To a “Biutiful”

2009-01-03T09:15:00.000-08:00

Give me one love
and I’ll be free
Open your heart
and take mine,
Closer to your biutiful sight

Give me your hand
and for a moment
I stare,
So smooth, clearly cared
Turn to me
because I wanna say
“you are different”

March 23rd, 2008
Ch’ Sanam

ButterFly

2009-01-03T09:14:00.000-08:00

Flying like a bird
High and high
to be seen
flutter his wings
He stare a while,
for a brighest One,
Beat his heart deeply,
Seem sweet to be reached
Shying butterfly,
Looks poor and
Nothing he can do to kiss her

Who you are?

2009-01-03T09:12:00.000-08:00

The moment comes

I see you as fresh winter flowery

Even butterfly will be envy

Seeing that snow smooth face

When you step in the path

Thousands eyes wildly open

Their mouth murmur one another

But they keep it inside and no open words

You are praised and glorious sailor moon

Darkness never reaches that shiny heart

Tired face will be feed with that smile

And love hunger will be satisfied with greeting touch

You are the one

The bright focus

Anyone hopes winning that heart

But I will keep my eye on you forever

the great day

2009-01-03T08:56:00.000-08:00

Are there anything you imagine
when the great day comes
you feel like a wolf
walking in the centre of woods
nothing you can do

sky is blue
but down into heart
you just find emptiness
darkness fill in
covering your heart

you become confusing man
sit in the edge of stairs
stare at bloosom bamboo
hard loading music
seems breaking ears

you sit calmly
is this wise enough
are you hungry,
are you sad
because of this fucking death ant

wake up!
stand up!
the great day comes
this is the day
you have to look around the deepness
great things waiting to be hold
not only by hands
but heart is the place
wake up sanam because
your great day is coming
and “I’m aware that a year is added to me”