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Matt 2 Weeks Old

Keluarga adalah duniaku

Engkau anakku

Tumpuan harapan

Cintaku tak akan padam

Disaat sakit dan tangis

Hati ini terasa teriris

Diambang tawa ria

Kureguk kebahagiaan


Tapak-tapak langkahmu


Kejujuran dan kebaikan

Kepada Tuhanlah

Aku selalu berdoa

Kulihat engkau

Tumbuh mekar berseri

Menjadi pemuda

Tampan rendah hati

Tak akan lama

Selesai tugas ini

Dengan percaya diri

Kau arungi hidup ini

– 26 April, 2009 –



Mount Tambora dan Lord Byron’s Darkness



Meletusnya Gunung Tambora dan Puisi Lord Byron ‘Darkness’.

Barusan saya membaca tentang meletusnya gunung Tambora (di Pulau Sumbawa) pada tanggal 15 April, 1815. Letusan ini menyebabkan belahan bumi bagian Utara dilanda kegelapan karena sinar matahari dihalangi oleh lapisan abu yang memenuhi atmosfir dan tahun 1816 di Eropa dikabarkan tidak mengalami musim panas atau dikenal dengan istilah: ‘The Year without a Summer’.

Yang menarik dengan kejadian ini adalah puisi yang ditulis oleh Lord Byron dibulan Juli 1816 berjudul Darkness. Rupanya Lord Byron menggambarkan kejadian ditahun itu didalam puisi tersebut.

Lord Byron’s poem Darkness was written following the aftermath of Mount Tambora explosion (April 15, 1815) Mt. Tambora is located in Sumbawa island, Indonesia. A year later after the eruption, volcanic ash on the atmosphere was still blocking the sunlight to reach the Earth. The year of 1816 was known as ‘The Year without a Summer’.

by Lord Byron  – July 1816

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came, and went and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this desolation; and all hearts
Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires – and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings, the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other’s face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain’d;
Forest were set on fire but hour by hour
They fell and faded and the crackling trunks
Extinguish’d with a crash and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremolous; and vipers crawl’d
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless, they were slain for food:
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again; a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corpse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress, he died.
The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies;
They met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath

Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Wich was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and
Each other’s aspects. saw, and shriek’d, and died, beheld
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless,
A lump of death, a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropp’d
They slept on the abyss without a surge
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon their mistress had expired before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them. She was the universe.


Blackboy Grasstree

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Blackboy Grasstree  A Sonnet     Myriad of creamy spikes rising from dead Proudly growing from charred burnt bodies Strangely adorn spiky green grass like head Blackboy flowers bloom after fire tragedies Awakened by thick smoke and searing heat Blackboys’ battle for survival comes to life Ash rich soil is exactly what they need They are now showing their beauty and strive Brilliant and vivid, fluffy spikes grow in plenty Cheering up the sombre blackened gum trees O … Read More

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You Are a Child of the Universe – Desiderata

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Among many inspirational writings by famous people there is one that inspires me most. It is called Desiderata (the Desired Things) , written by Max Ehrman in 1927.

Desiderata – Max Ehrman 

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

@Max Ehrman

I do hope that this beautiful peace of writing gives hope and joy for everyone who read it. GBU!





So elusive, many try to find it fruitlessly

By gathering fame, fortune and riches

Many believe friends make them happy

Others by going to parties or faraway places


But do not confuse happiness with pleasure,
For happiness is the peace deep inside your heart
While pleasure is momentary and easy to disappear,
Once faded you will search for more to be satisfied

People think that happiness can be found,
In taste buds, dreams, marriage or love affair
But many still keep on searching around,
For the inner peace is not there

Happiness is the peaceful feeling from within,
It is when you accept yourself of what you are
And it does not matter either you are pretty or plain,
What is within you that matters by far

Inner contentment is to avoid conflict of the mind,
And do not dwell in things that only others seem to have
But to believe in your own skill and achievement,
And to rejoice for the blessing and everything that you have

If in time of being alone you don’t feel lonely,
And during this solitude you feel the burden is gone
If during this isolation you find serenity,
Then it is the path to true happiness that you have found

With this inner peace you gain strength and power,
While friends and festivities add more spice and flavour
Love and wealth will bring joy and pleasure,
But when things are tough, the strength is within you forever


Banyak orang mencari bahagia, tapi tak tertemukan,
Yaitu dengan mengumpulkan kekayaan atau mencari nama
Banyak yang percaya temanlah yang memberi kebahagiaan,
Dan yang lain dengan jalan berpesta ria atau menjelajahi dunia

Namun jangan salah artikan bahagia dengan senang,
Karena bahagia adalah ketenangan yang jauh dilubuk hati
Kesenangan hanyalah suka cita sesaat dan mudah hilang,
Begitu hilang orang merasa tak ada kepuasan lagi

Ada yang berpendapat kebahagiaan akan terpenuhi,
Dengan makan enak, mimpi indah, pernikahan atau bercinta
Namun setelah terpenuhi masih juga mencari-cari,
Karena mereka tidak memiliki ketenangan jiwa

Kebahagiaan adalah kedamaian dilubuk hati,
Karena kita bisa menerima diri apa adanya
Cantik atau jeleknya rupa itu tak berarti,
Yang paling penting adalah apa yang ada didalamnya

Kedamaian batin adalah menghindari konflik pikiran,
Dan tidak berpikir bahwa  orang lainlah yang punya segalanya
Yakinlah bahwa kaupun memiliki kepandaian dan kemampuan,
Dan bersyukurlah dengan semua yang kau punya

Disaat kau sendiri tapi tidak merasa kesepian
Dan didalam kesendirian ini justru merasa lega
Jika disaat keterasingan ini kau rasakan kedamaian,
Maka telah kau temukan jalan menuju bahagia yang sebenarnya

Dengan ketenangan  jiwa kau akan tabah dan kuat,
Teman dan pesta-ria hanyalah menambah manisnya kehidupan
Sedangkan cinta dan harta akan memberi senang dan nikmat,
Namun jika semuanya hilang, kekuatan batin masih ada tersimpan

(Lois B – Written on Tuesday 25/09/2007)

Monyet Kecil di Shopping Plaza


poor moonkey

Lihatlah aku!

Siapakah aku ini?

Berpegang erat pada terali besi merah

Duniaku hanya berapa langkah kecil

Aku ini sendiri menanti

Apa yang kuharapkan?

Aku sendiri tak tahu pasti

Pandanglah aku ini!

Mereka bilang aku ini sesuatu yang lucu

Mata mereka berseri melihatku terkesima

Tidakkah mereka itu melihat?

Mataku pudar karena jemu

Tidakkah mereka dengar jeritanku?

Takut dan pedih terkurung sendiri.

Ingatanku samar tertimbun nyeri

Badan dan kaki ini  kaku membeku

Dulu duniaku hijau

Dipepohonan itu kami bercanda

Hangatnya surya hampir kulupa

Pelukan mama sudah tak terasa

Hidup ini sekarang hampa

Aku ingin bebas lagi

Aku tak mau sendiri

Aku benci kurungan besi merah ini

Aku muak pada bau kotoranku sendiri

Aku ini bukan benda yang bisa kau miliki

Aku mau memanjat pohon pohon itu lagi

Tidakkah kau manusia dengar tangisanku ini?

Catatan: Monyet kecil ini kami lihat disebuah Pet Shop di salah satu pusat pertokoan di Bandung, Indonesia.

A little Monkey in a Shopping Plaza

Look at me!

Who am I anyway?

I’m clinging to this red iron rails

My world is just around this tiny space

All alone I am waiting

What am I hoping for?

I myself will never know

Watch me!

They think I am amusing

Those eyes sparkle starring at me

But don’t they see?

Boredom has clouded my eyes

Don’t they hear my cry?

I’m afraid and sad captured in this cage

My thoughts are hiding behind this pain

My feet and body are aching

Long ago my world was green

Among the trees life was fun and carefree

I can’t remember the warmth of the sunlight

No more  I feel mother’s embrace

Now my life is an empty space

I want to be free!

I don’t want to be alone!

I hate this red iron cage!

I’m sick of all this dirt!

I’m not something that can be owned!

I want to climb trees again!

Don’t you human hear my plea?

Note: We saw this poor little monkey in a Pet Shop in a Shopping Centre in Bandung, Indonesia.

White Angel’s Trumpet

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Colour of white

An appearance of purity

They are hanging there



Blown by morning breeze

Brugmansia candida

What a beautiful name

The pretty angel

But beneath its beauty

Something sinister is hidden

Poison is flowing




Brugmansia candida 



The angel’s trumpet plant on the side of my house is blooming. From my window I can see the large white pendulous bell flowers dance following the rhythm of morning breeze. Who has ever thought that such beautiful flowers contain deadly poison? It is not only the flowers that are poisonous, but every parts of the plant are deadly.


I adore flowers and very often I compare them with human and mostly women. So many flowers out there. They have different look and different traits and personality. So have women. What kind of women portrays the look and characteristics of Brugmansia candida? Pretty on the outside but nasty on the inside…….


Have you known a woman who is sweet and friendly in front of you, but nasty behind you? This type of women enjoys gossips and cruel innuendos. They enjoy talking to everyone. Behind the friendliness, they are vindictive and envious. To get what they want, they will do everything, even if it means hurting other people. They are tricky, deceitful and dishonest.


Oh, pretty Angel’s trumpet blooms, I still see you gently dance out there, blown by the morning breeze………………

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