Jarah bukan jati pun bukan,
Rama-rama di dahan meranti;
Marah bukan benci pun bukan,
Sama-sama menahan hati.
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Bukan
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on August 27, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Yang Lain
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on August 27, 2010| 1 Comment »
Selasih tuanku lekat di kain,
mawarlah patik pohon berduri;
Kasih tuanku dekat yang lain,
biarlah patik bermohon diri.
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Tawar Hati
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 27, 2010| 2 Comments »
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Enida berpantun hati yang tiada…
Padi ku tampi bawah beranda,
padi selumbar bau cendana;
Hati ku sepi bawa bersenda,
hati ku hambar mau kemana?
Indak Lakek Yo Lai
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 26, 2010| 4 Comments »
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Enida baungkai kasiah bapantuan sa’donyo…
Lician ghuan maningkek aghi,
lician punai badarai mudah;
Cincian tuan lakek di jaghi,
cincian denai talarai sudah.
Katakan Saja
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 23, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Enida bangun berpantun jam lima pagi…
Kalau pedu katakan pedu,
tidak paya tongkah perigi;
Kalau rindu katakan rindu,
tidak saya melangkah pergi.
Hilang
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 20, 2010| Leave a Comment »
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Enida berpantun mohon diri:
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Cabut jangan tanam pun jangan,
celah perdu silang berduri;
Sebut jangan kenang pun jangan,
biarlah rindu hilang sendiri.
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Biarlah Jauh
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 19, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Enida berpantun jauh hati…
Paya dermaga bergenang-genang,
karam disangka retak perahu;
Sayalah juga terkenang-kenang,
orang tak suka saya tak tahu.
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Back At Who?
Posted in Sense, tagged Writing on July 18, 2010| Leave a Comment »
A few sms’s and emails came in this morning asking about my last post Back At Me, the poem. True, I have not written many English poems like this. I must admit, I had fun writing it yesterday! Boy was I really into it… despite the hot summer weather that soaked me in my sweat and Cider! 🙂 But no, it’s not true that this one is about me. Nope, not this time.
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For once I selflessly write about someone I have gotten to know quite well. And for reasons only known to me and this friend of mine, I see the similarities between myself and his wife. Although, in my case I refuse to just wait and see if my love would come back to me. I have done that. I am waiting no more. I have a life to live and I have so much to give.
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Hmmm… now that I have given you this clarification, could I please go write some more? 🙂
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Thank you for reading and thank you for asking. Peace!
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Back At Me
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 18, 2010| 3 Comments »
I bet it is tough being a man just like you,
you claim to have life but it seems you’ve no clue.
It was pretty clear how your stories began,
but you, nor the rest, would know what’s the end.
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Let’s start with a wife who treats you more than well,
when you give her heaven though often it’s hell.
You love her to bits but you just can’t say no,
to others who come, offer love, and then go.
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You have plural kids and you keep giving stuff,
for the time you don’t have – to compensate love.
You’re busy, they’re demanding, they tire you out,
you pretend to know what childhood’s about.
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Friends and friendship you cherish and treasure,
many give you nothing but grief and pressure.
You’re there when they need you, come shine or rain,
but where do they hide when you’re in so much pain?
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You once found love for ‘back-up’ and ‘hard times’,
upon whom you banked half your hope and your dimes.
Though ’twas fun, ’twas a thrill, ’twas your life’s best part,
it was not meant to be, what was wrong with your heart?
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Your job is just great, you are one of a kind,
envy turns friends to foes and they stab from behind.
What you say what you do are all used against you,
you can kick you can scream only you know what’s true.
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Now there’s her and there’s you reglimpsing the past,
you are taking your time watching when it will last.
While the game plays no pain and there’s no string attached,
you forget if you lose nothing’s left to be patched.
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There you are torn and bent almost none more to give,
for all that it’s worth you just keep on to live.
She can love she can laugh she can walk by your side,
but she is just like you taking you for a ride.
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I still bet it is tough being a man of your kind,
when your heart and your soul are dead in your mind.
Well someday you’ll see as there you will be,
I can give more than love, maybe you’ll look at me.
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*Enida
Pokrovsky Hills, Moskva
July 17, 2010
(writing in the voice of this man’s wife)
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“Kau mengahwiniku untuk masa mudaku
tapi aku mengahwinimu untuk masa tuaku.“
~Unknown
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Bertemu
Posted in Poetry, tagged Writing on July 15, 2010| Leave a Comment »
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Tuan alun saya tarikan,
peramu anduh bersapa bahu;
Tuan mohon saya berikan,
bertemu jodoh siapa tahu.
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