Biography of Ave Lilik
' Poetry for me is like the air. What is amazing to me is that when I express myself in my poems, others also breathe different feelings, even life into them. This tendency of poetry to change people’s lives forever simply through a pen, pad and a few choice words is an overwhelming reality for me.'
Lilik grew up as a farmer's daughter and has spent most of her life in Batu, a small farming town in East Java-Indonesia. She loves traveling, writing and reading poems.
As a local English instructor -teaching English as Foreign Language- she has students varied from children, teenagers to adults around East Java. She is also a free-lance interpreter. At the moment, she is again at another stop in her journey- struggling to answer life's never-ending questions.
Ave Lilik Poems
Happiness to gain Happiness to win Will happiness be in vain
It must not be true that we are seeking perpetual happiness.
Breathing you Gets me so high Am flying up in the sky So high that I fly
Third Americano- still dreams sipping in. Three shots-
A Memory Collector
Am a beachcomber worshipping the snow- and a suntan believer loving the rain.
As A Sweet Bee
As a sweet bee you keep spooning honey to a desolate me- temporarily.
A Dream Is Not A Lie
A dream is not a lie when it doesn't come true, it is something worse: You warned me
Oh Bumble Bee
Oh bumble bee, do believe me, need not thee- of this sun,
If We Walk Some Miles
If we walk some miles will it be sufficient to put little smiles on the face of some children?
These Trees Older Than Me
These trees older than me which seen a lot like me They whisper our sigh but a sigh is a sigh-
Oh Unthinkable Tomorrow
Oh unthinkable tomorrow How do I address thee: Dearly- But thee is never close to me?
Hi Foxy Lady
Hi foxy lady, How are thee? Where will reside thee? It's so breezy,
You'Re In The Lime
You're in the lime I cut for the coke, for the Corona.
She Never Wears High-Heels
She never wears high-heels She doesn't put on lipsticks She has no care for her look But she stands her ground.
A Dream Is Not A Lie
A dream is not a lie
when it doesn't come true,
it is something worse:
You warned me
I cannot see:
Please don't wake me.
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