Poem Post #7: Solacer Hunt - Collaboration with Indra Mustawan!

This poem was originally made untitled in Bahasa Indonesia by Indra, Maz Leon's partner (click his name to see our work of poem!), my college friend, which had been graduated leaving me behind lol. It was translated by me into English for adding some poetry collection.

Solacer Hunt

© 2016 Indra Mustawan & Katarina Yuri

Source
We do not own the illustration

Dimming blaze twinkles among darkness

Bitter’s pouring to fill a soul

Failing the smiles and laughters

I sank farther

This wound is gapped and so deep

Who’s the solacer?

Beliefs are all withering

When solitude becomes a real thing

My eyes were getting used to close

Crushing shadows and sharp shackles

Scrape my conscience

Shredding my dreams

Floating in the ocean

Shunned by day and night

Like a cracked mirror

I embrace tightly my emptiness

I saw their gazes

Asking for wishes

The new day had again spoken to me

But I have not been able to step forward

I wanted to give up

Never stop

NB: You are allowed to copy this poem after my permission and don't forget to give credit to this blog.

Poem Post #6: Doa di Hari Bumi (Hari Bumi 2016)

Doa di Hari Bumi

© 2016 Katarina Yuri

Tuhan, selamat pagi

Terima kasih atas hari baru yang Kau ciptakan ini

Si mentari tersenyum

Sepertinya karena diajak main geng awan putih

Cuaca yang bagus, Tuhan

Cerah - aku suka

Tuhan, terima kasih atas udara yang Kau ciptakan ini

Pagi-pagi masih segar, sedikit

Debunya yang banyak

Kalau sudah lewat jalan raya,

Filter hidung ciptaan-Mu pasti cepat kotor

Tenang saja, Tuhan

Setiap hari kubersihkan, sampai ke sela pori

Ini buatan-Mu - aku suka

Tuhan, apa Kau ikut mendengarkan?

Atau tanya saja malaikat-Mu, barangkali dia tahu

Semalam ibu bilang,

Ibu RT sebelah rumah kurang ajar

Buang sampah sembarangan

Main lempar ke kali di depan

Setiap hari dia lakukan, akunya begitu

Karena tempat sampah jauh, katanya ke ibuku

Ibu bilang badannya gendut, pantas saja

Kalau banjir tiba, alirkan saja khusus ke rumahnya

Kotor dan bau - aku tidak suka

Temanku juga kurang ajar

Dia tertawa jijik aku koleksi sampah

Padahal yang keluar dari mulutnya sampah

Sepertinya dia kurang gaul, Tuhan

Sudah tahun 2016 masih tidak tahu daur ulang

Kasihan, hanya tahu menghabiskan uang

Mubazir - aku tidak suka

Tuhan, sekarang bagaimana?

Aduan ini bukan ingin membuat murka

Kami sedang berusaha

Hal yang kecil jadikan berharga

Seperti kerang bermutiara

Berkarya tanpa banyak suara

Demi keselamatan alam semesta

Jika tidak mau ikut serta,

Jangan mencerca - lihatlah kaca

Tuhan, aku harus segera bekerja

Terima kasih untuk waktu luangnya

Kalau berlama-lama, si bos bisa marah

Nanti malam aku kembali bercerita

Kau harus tau di rumah ada dua kucing gembira

Semoga telinga-Mu dan para malaikat belum memerah

Hidup ini penuh syukur - aku suka.

NB: Boleh meng-copy puisi ini atas izin penulis dan jangan lupa menyertakan kredit ke blog ini

Poem Post #5: Shatters Shatter Shatter

Short poem inspired by the broken brooch, dedicated for the broken pieces all over the world. Enjoy!

Shatters Shatter Shatter

© 2015 Katarina Yuri

I do not own the illustration. Source: Pinterest.com

The shatters shatter shatter

So fragile it won't be better

Drop disorderly, what a manner

In a crowd won't be heard the clatter

Find the pieces like broken trust

Yet the tinies turn into specks of dust

Forsaken patience cauldron is now frozen

Too cold it stabs your every solitude bone

The shatters shatter shatter

My shadows wish it happened never

Fix it with regrets glue

Perfect figure won't come - it's true

Although it is alike not, it's you.

Poem Post #4: Call Me Kartini - Collaboration with Maz Leon!

This poem was made by Maz Leon, my college friend, my senior, the popular and young Indonesian poets in his circle lol. It was originally made in Bahasa Indonesia but it was translated into English by me for our English Club bulletin board at college. This poem was dedicated to commemorate one of the well-known woman figures in Indonesia, Raden Ajeng Kartini, which was celebrated every April 21st.

Call Me Kartini

© 2015 Maz Leon & Katarina Yuri

We do not own the illustration.

The piece of past – I am

The voice that keeps timing – I am

The ordinary girl – I am

Kartini – call me by that name

For my ripples of weeping

Uncertainly keeps falling

Then it is written to you poignantly

Have you ever missed

or only just kissed?

No, I’m naked still

In mother’s womb that is quiet eternally

But listen please,

Listen to this singing scream

Just a name – I am

Who is called on a period of time

Who for a moment does sorrow squeal through a quill

Now Kartini is just memory

My piece of letter is hung in agony

I don’t know

Even though the light stays still

This desire with the whole hands of mine is prepared for a reason

Not for doing nothing

Not for raving

Also not for lively pretending

Be the gleam which is calming

Let the dark be exuviated, but you stay surely strong

May you hear them

In every kind of shapes

Kartini – call me by that name

This quiet singing belongs to me

Poem Post #3 : Tug O' War

Tug Of War

(c) 2014 Katarina Yuri

click the picture to go directly to the source.

Here I tell you one game

You see, you choose not to care

The game of struggle

The real tussle

I pull, no, they grasp me,

no, they are pulling all of me

Back and forth

Light and darkness between

Don't know which side I'm in

They got me on lockdown

Oh, cursed ropes, give me frown

I linger in the muddy line

You see blood drains,

tears in vain, is it fine?

"Cut the body in two,

Don't forget the heart too."

Amputation, avulsion

Do it with no emotion

Tearing me apart, to know I've tried

If this is for hope and pride

As the tugger I am

Oh, cursed ropes, give me the best grin

So, tell me... Who's winning?

NB: You are allowed to copy this poem after my permission and don't forget to give credit to my blog.

Poem Post #2 : Insomnia

INSOMNIA

(c) 2014 Katarina Yuri

click the picture to go directly to the source.

I can't sleep

Just can't sleep well

Something that haunts me

Following me to bed

The eyes won't compromise

Scared of those monsters

Watching me sleep behind

I say, "I am fine."

The body is exhausted

How craving soul wants to rest

But the heart won't stop beating

While the brain still imagining

Again, the creatures are coming

Floors and doors make creaked sound

As the wind blows freeze

I am freezing

Can't think what will appear

A tree grows a rotten pear

How my eyes feel the fear

Wandering the night

Hope to dream about the knight

In the dark he fights

For dream and darkness are all collide

I can't rest

Just can't rest well

A crowned heart hurts

How the monsters bleed it first

That's when the heart is dying

Finally stops beating

Now I can sleep

Me and knight live in freed

NB: You are allowed to copy this poem after my permission and don't forget to give credit to my blog.

Poem Post #1 : Sabbatum Sanctum

My first poetry this year I made while in Easter season. There's no particular reason behind this writing, I just write whatever comes to mind. Don't worry, no warning for a long post :3

SABBATUM SANCTUM

(c) 2014 Katarina Yuri

Source: Google

The Lent is over, finally

Easter is coming, immediately

Passion of the Christ, we commemorate

His Resurrection, we prepare

With Thy blood have paid

for the debt of our sins

Thou laid in the tomb

Who were born from holy womb

Thy body was covered with fine linen

As long as it, "Gloria" was absent

Thou rose from the dead

The life of dead

Moriens in pretium, gloriam,

Gloria ei qui redemit passio,

amaritudinem morituris tale dolore

Qui cum Patre, O Deus,

et sancto spiritu, in aeternum

Through Thy death I live

Redemption, I don't deserve to receive

The most sacred sufferings

Black Saturday, we're all mourning

Holy Sabbath, we're all dying

Lost and bleeding

NB: You are allowed to copy this poem after my permission and don't forget to give credit to my blog.