R. Karsn's poems

r.karsn was born in Pacitan, July 8 2002. He studied fine arts and design at ISI Denpasar. Currently compiling books and painting.

KOMPAS/CAHYO HERYUNANTO

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Soka

Soka,
It's small and cramped!
It's impossible for my afternoon dream to lie in the cracks of the house
accumulating shadows during the day
puddled with anxiety if it disappears from noon to evening
There's no way the kedasih bird will greet me here, let alone the egret, it's small and narrow!
You turn into an indecent disgrace
kept a secret from the saturated, noisy expanse of the island that rebukes the strange
Hide the glare
corner minorities
don't expect to see the surau
just pray it's past

Soka
Your big dog playing quietly
Your little dog playing noisily
buzzing overhead
bringing other minions
Howling shrieking
echoing echoes echoing on the walls against the wall makes him guilty
Ni leaves are close to electricity poles
Caressing the grove around the corner
Dead people often come into negotiations

It's small and cramped soka!
Every day that smell
the peaceful fragrance of the magic of love of an obedient servant
Sandikala and arunika

Your scarf was left behind
it turned into fire again
It made you so angry that you stumbled at the most curved turn
Along this maze of flowers your dreams were scattered
No longer praying to see a piece of the ruler's white hair majestic mountain from here

It's dim and twisty!
The march of homecoming upholds the silence of the honesty of the silent night
Silent witness to the fall of the night rainbow that matches the yellowish brown skirt
Steering back and forth accompanying your alertness towards your feet which are happy to be awake
The frontier settlers swear deliciously as strong as a bottle of palm wine
political promises are usually the topic
end up giggling

Flower pots are lined up in rows of cliche notes of conversation every 10 minutes or so
Unless the early hours of the morning are quiet

You're not afraid of mysticism
You're not afraid of ghosts
You even sing Javanese songs at the base of dragon fruit blossoms which always have beautiful white flowers

grinning if you haven't succeeded in stealing the fruit at night?

How many steps have you taken?
You miss spelling
Soon you will arrive at shelter nine
the frogs disguise themselves as empty
It's not uncommon for them to get run over by accident
you can feel their satisfied bones groaning on the mossy paving
Evidence of the night was too restrictive in his proposals to the most lustful occupants

Don't gang up
This gang is a curse and a shelter for the heart that is infected with the welts of restless restlessness
Far from home
His wise gift to accommodate many sincerity wandering independently without a book
A clumsy game
Aren't you alone?
Reaching the old sky

You glance,
who is behind you?

2024

Also read: Rudiana Ade Ginanjar's poems

Ratunyanyaman Don't be sad

The black fog creeps in not because of the heat that ignites the fire,
the dark fog blocks the piang on the towering cliffs with jumawa
you see from between your sacred cloths how much it scares you all the hustle and bustle of the day
last week in top verse.

Today we are sheltering from a crowded snack cart,
but today is a big day
I see your black dotted eyes
swaying about the coil of questions and answers what will be heard
even though it is a small and sweet fruit to enjoy

Today the fragrance of sweet fruit is sneering,
interrupted in the middle of the busy aroma of burnt incense
I saw your eyes with black dots behind the clear board
scratched blurry afternoon fades into night
about why is it possible
guess the ancient fog comes throughout the season

Today we enjoy sweet, polite pears on rusty iron
it feels like a lot of other crickets have been sitting here before
I see your eyes have black dots
if I could suck
there really are black dots in your eyes
not part of the normality of your eyes
black dots are arrogant!
There are black dots in your eyes so you want to get them done
so it can be finished quickly

Is it true that as long as we reach this early afternoon it can open up a huge fog
on the rows of cliffs of the cliffs
remembering that the roar of the water has bothered you for a long time
the sound that every day gives a noisy, murky shadow

Your black dotted eyes look dark and the ferocity of the battle
childhood fairy tales no longer resonate as pleasantly as they did in the past
your male protector is no longer like that,
he has faded on the verge of day
making you a wall bricks hanging on the edge restlessly until the moon and the sun come together
If only I could run over your black dotted eyes
smashed wet and scattered dirty
after that you are blind in one side and your path is no longer blocked block the fog
gomblong
You're satisfied

2024

Also read: Roman Name Poems

Canai Bakery & Teh Tarik

Supporting the chaos of life and death
casino betting from dawn to dawn
Hands of the storm turn into wet, dry pottery
Skilled at playing rounds on kneaded cassava sand dough
Flat lying on a metal face the sharp one stings
Looks carefully
Hits, slaps and even wrestles
armed with oil from the corporate harvest

The story-telling attraction drifts into your ears
it doesn't exist in a circus, only here

The murky milky water smells like the loss of one's beloved identity
is similar to the richness of rubber sap
a pair of antlered deer pulled from the sky hill
to the valley at the bottom
which is inhabited by wells without towering walls
sweet bubbly shuttle

In the front row, you can see a figure standing
in the realm of space
The sheets of God and humanity are stacked
Once returned
Changes of fate are measured out of boredom
Elok nian newcomers choose each other
Stop by singing and chatting
Leave without love
Sad gloomy ignore hi
A couple drunk in love
limp and limp want to investigate

Satisfied with never-ending light sneaking
With a spoiled sulky red ribbon
After falling asleep then leaving
Landing in the shadow of twinkle exploding
You don't have to condition on roses to be romantic
Just a relieving topic without ironic moral pressure

2024

Also read: Hasan Al Banna's poems

Virgin Mother

A quiet afternoon, the smoky air stirs the joints
Still in the circle of a beacon of desolation
Takes me to explore the rest of your virgin life
Traces of objects that are in a hurry to procreate turn into a magical embrace that soothes the soul
a cure for daily homesickness

I went to the brightest room
Accused Dipet with the legendary mirror from the 80s of being a suspect
I squeezed the handle of the red drawer tightly, as small as a ripe cherry in the last season
It shone, reflecting my expression that was being bullied by ruan sadu
gemblong eyes with sacks

The drawer's heart is agape
detailed views of each slip to slip
Enjoying the hustle and bustle of your past
living, wishing to visit and be greeted cheerfully with a gentle wave
Your devices are beautifully arranged
typical aroma of antique antiquity
A brown book wrapped in snakeskin exudes a strong, ancient, cheerful aura
So that the traffic breaker is increasingly scattered objects
Open her beautiful clothes
The smell of old strands wafts out in a brag
Open the window on the threshold of fighting

I looked at the list of powers of the state regime
Soeharto was still in full swing
Even his parallels or perhaps his loyal subordinates
I looked at another 89 calendar with the cheerful addition "finally visited by young people"
All of my mother's books were already withered
br/>Rhythmic heartbeats give me a dose of fuel
Then I lift the porous, non-round sheet down
Write my praiseworthy woman's writing
Luxurious lyrics, Javanese style, harmony of soul
Meriam Bellina, Pance Pondaag, then Chrisye until Nike dives into your heart

Oh mama,
what a beautiful time your virginity is
before you burden me, bro and sis

The afternoon was quiet, the air was smoky
suddenly became dark
Submerged at the bottom of a blue lake that was not stagnant
Feather caterpillars nibbled at the top of my nose
I saw black eyes full of corneas in the middle of my eyes
I wanted I rowed the boat on this lake until it carried me high into the blue sky

2024

Morning Rain

Chirping,
birds chirping, bathing in God's water,
rain water.
Blow away,
thick clothes, air aggressively targets the skin covering the outermost layer of the body,
afterwards the thin flesh, creeps in between the joints, making vibrations.
Just in case,
just in case at dawn uphold your body and life in front of my house, I.
It's a shame that you're joking without any basis, just be patient.

2021

Wicaksana

Getting old,
About the burdens of life
Or staying free
Wise or getting greedy

2020