Ayatullah Nurjati

Ayatullah Nurjati Poems

There is a man sleeping in the Cavity wall
His height barely fits when he lies down
In a slightly towering building something has fallen in party wall
Because of sleepiness that he doesn't care tool his hoedown
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Call it Tari is an Ndolalak dancer
A beautiful face that is single and becomes the target of many married men and single men
Her tomboyish stature doesn't reduce her grace when she dances
The shorts that cling to her thighs are in sync with her tan skin
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I traced the road where you live and I didn't find the presence of your trace there
From Anyer to Ujung kulon, there were no remain about you
It's not even 1 year since the tsunami hit the north coast of Banten on there
It's not even 6 months pandemics yet to hit this country—like gold and diamond bijou
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There is an Eblek dance ritual that many people refer to in other words as Ebek, Kuda Lumping, Rarely Braids, Jaranan Butho, Jathilan or whatever the name is
All male dancers and the audience both male and female can be in a trance
The shaman will run out of water if that happens
Mystical air rises when it is shown
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There is a longing that resides in a cigarette
The puff of smoke that is inhaled resides in the deepest heart with every inhalation
The addiction in nicotine and tar becomes an idol in a cigarette
The smoke that is inhaled from the mouth, larynx, pharynx drops into the lungs, liver and heart as if their idols in every inhalation
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Love is real from God
God created humans because of the form of love for creatures called humans
Because the previous creatures were not found to have a sense of love
Human love is full of intrigue like the first time Adam was created he felt lonely and needed a companion and he asked God to create Eve
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The scenery life is so lovely as a reality
‘Tis at glance so great
‘Tis so far so good as opportunity
So tight so close like a beat
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God has created a natural beauty
He has exposed the bottom of the Ocean to the ground
The open trough is beautiful and pleasing to the eye
The exposed caves are a magnificent sight
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Among the few notes of a tired day
Day after day as if nature, climate and weather are always changing
Had a break when the covid pandemic hit
But now it's back again, humans act by spilling dark desires in the form of pollution, either ground water or air
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Terkadang sastra sering melabrak ruang bahasa
Pidato, pernyataan yang dibuat oleh penyair handal terkadang terungkap dalam beberapa dekade mendatang ketika penyair meninggal
Penyair terkadang terlihat nyentrik, sering menyendiri bahkan terasing di kalangan masyarakat pada masanya
Penyair terkadang bersenda gurau dengan para filosof dalam mengungkapkan keinginan hati atau bahkan bergandengan tangan dalam mengungkapkan sebuah etika dan estetika.
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It is an undeniable fact that my country is the 3rd chocolate producer in the world after Ivory Coast and Cameroon
Back then when I was a child and until now there is pleasure and a sense of calm when I consume it
From the cheap one to the expensive one, I still enjoy it like my life which is sometimes above or below
There are commensurate when served with coffee because they are side by side with each other in the fields in Sulawesi, Sumatra, NTT and Papua and other areas in the archipelagos
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O, Thou art, in my dream-nacked in the moonlight
O, Thou art, in my holdin' touch so tight
O, Thou art, …always in my mind
O, and thou art also in my hand
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The lice has been cut by the knife

Like the cat takes a shower in a rainy way
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I my self found the new art of life-point of look
A reality, which is endless of transience
Our critique hath been installed yet of willin'ness of renewal difference
Love of freedom as a unit of stranger
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At the end of the island of my country there is an indescribable beauty where there are many marine habitats decorated by many biological animals such as many species and Rainbowfish
There lie 4 clusters of islands which must be very clean, the ozonosphere
At a depth of 4 meters, you can easily find various fish such as Lion fish
There also lies the heavenly beauty that you want to embrace along the seashore
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16.

He's a man who wants to cry feel what's going on
But it won't be possible considering he's a mature
The feeling that has been lost for a long time has returned back for many years
He don't know what puberty is or what it's called as maturity
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It's a shame if the man told the truth that he really loved her, for some reason that feeling aroused instantly
He had never before fallen in love so quickly, he would never try to lower his value, let alone lose the moment
As long as she understand that he has never looked at someone from stratification, degree, family lineage because basically humans were created by the God with perfection so he has said from the start when he protected her and tied she as a lover, He doesn't care about your past which you think may be bleak, he believes that it is a process of searching for identity or indeed a nature or destiny that must be lived
But anyway He will always love she and He will always don't care who she is. Honestly, he is tired of hanging out with girls who are established in the throne but single with ethics, and he finds she to be a woman who is indeed established on the throne, wriggling but shrouded in ethics
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Yogyakarta, April 21st,1997
Create a name
'Icard Nurjantan'
There
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Even many decades ago he was a man who felt an indescribable betrayal
The plan has been engraved but becomes endlessly destroyed
Love is an essential gift from God, they say, whether it's a philosopher, poets, linguist, novelist or psychologist or whatever they said, it was interplayed
But what that man felt was clearly different and it is denial
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Rindu ini membuncah, menggurita dan bergema ke seluruh jagat semesta dan penjuru dunia

Rindu tak pernah berujung seolah terbujur kaku dalam rotasi waktu yang berdetak
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Ayatullah Nurjati Biography

Art connoisseurs and observers. He was active Plonk theater, and was a literature tutor at the KOPLIK Ciputat Literature and Philosophy Circle Forum, active in various NGOs. Actively writes in various leading newspapers in Jakarta and the regions.Currently writing a collection of short stories (the edges are iron) and finished Novel (Indonesia) Cinta Cyber--Sastra)

The Best Poem Of Ayatullah Nurjati

A Man And A Hoe

There is a man sleeping in the Cavity wall
His height barely fits when he lies down
In a slightly towering building something has fallen in party wall
Because of sleepiness that he doesn't care tool his hoedown

He uses his rest time to rest in the fall
Like a plant that has rested for a long time and produces beautiful flowers with a fragrant aroma, where people will feel comfortable its shade down
Causality which is usually done as an effort to provide for his wife and eight children—natural call
Lazy time stops ticking upside and down

There is nothing interesting in him that always interacts with the wall
What is clear is the vulnerable hoe that helps to climb the stairs and go down
The break was over and causality resumed—he was always sad as to why his foreman kept telling him to execute the building of wall.
It's sad to be treated by the bosses and foremen like a clown

He muttered to himself, luckily he wasn't ordered to build a big wall like Borobudur or the Chinese wall
Frozen feelings and his soul will become imbrown
Ready to explode at some point similar to a bombshell
His Hoe is always sulky and doesn't want to be on the stairs like Superman who always finds it difficult to lift Thor's paw because it's heavy carried by the wind by megasporophyll

Ayatullah Nurjati Comments

rizky gibran 06 October 2021

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N' crys 04 September 2021

Okrays...??????

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N' Crys 05 September 2021

Nice follow

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Jennifer 04 September 2021

amazing!

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Nia 02 September 2021

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Ayatullah Nurjati Quotes

Love is a mirage created by the strains of desire and desire The love of fellow creatures vanishes—the path to Sufism is very difficult to achieve, only people who understand love for the Creator

It could be because human feelings are always defeated by ratio so that love disappears

The Creator who only gives all love on this earth is not human, let alone Angels

There will be no eternal love in this world—the only thing that lasts forever is in heaven

Love is being chased the more he runs away—the quieter he disappears—God's love is eternal—Wihdatul Wujud

Allah is never angry to be criticized—He still loves his people who always respect him—gives humans had had been given time to improve and realize their mistakes, gives creatures time to know His eternal love

The phase in life when God gives false love—they are disappointed because they are abandoned and the creature is even farther away, there will be damage in their hearts and souls but when it is a test it can be believed in—understanding love completely. That is the best—the way of Sufism

Phases of my life as a poet. Young—wild anti-god. Mature—not working and insyaf. Old people believe in God's presence and are more humble

All the problems exists and hit that is the maturation of understanding. Just simplify the process.Just relax—santuy

Allah deliberately gives other love to the opposite gender so that the creature's love for the Creator is sharpened like a rusty knife and then sharpened again to be sharp However, the love of creatures for creatures is falsely different from the love of the Creator for creatures or vice versa--Eternal Love

love comes when love is gone

Dancing hands—the writing squirmed so thickly the anomalous life rations

Just swallow my diction and metaphor, don't chew it—a blind jagged anthology like being torn apart by factual reality

Stuck in a social cage with a messy appearance in the dark routines that are no longer tempting

Men—fathers produce something meaningful: and the honest one is our father because it is they who produce a beauty for us, temporary Women—mothers giving birth for an instinctive causality: and it is the mother who becomes a meaningful thing because she has given birth and raised us

The beauty of life is broken by the invasion of the eyelids : an establishment of life sarcastically ashamed to see and envy other people's lives

brackish tongue clashing with teeth—bound hoarse voice : a man won't say anything and it's hard to describe the beauty of his heart to the person he loves

Finally the truth is the winner Everyone who comes must go. Everyone who arrives must return--Sincerity must go

I love you not like running a sprint but running a marathon where the long process of achieving true victory is like a process in life

there is every calm in every sip of its essence--a cup of coffee

The love presented by humans is pseudo and endless. Love is a gift, it is a nature for every human being. Every human being has the right to receive that gift, namely the love of Allah and His Messenger

Life must be based on sincerity and honesty, honesty is worldly gold and sincerity is the main capital in living life.

This love God owns and my love for her may be indescribable, I have to transfer that feeling to the Owner of Love

The love presented by humans is pseudo and endless. Love is a gift, it is a nature for every human being. Every human being has the right to receive that gift, namely the love of Allah and His Messenger

The Universe of Love is a collection of galaxies that God has given to various lines of space on various planets including from Earth to the highest heavens and God knows it all

the poet must be narcissistic like etching gold ink on a living inscription

Pure love without any demands like God's love for his creatures and mother's love for her children

Nature never lies about his feelings and always gives steadfastness and peace

In the building of life, each individual has a different role and position so that the building is firmly planted in the ground

As far as humans wander, they will return to their hometowns. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

Life is simple. Enjoy the process of endeavor and pray, wait for the results © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

The God who really know between the heaven and inferno or reign, Even the prophets had taught that religion was made for people in peace and Philosophers had been teaching that the philosophy is way to understand the life. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

I believe in the whole galaxies and it's all as a reflection of isolated beauty. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

I am who whispering in the sun—laying down my hair and You're madly in the star walk away in the sea © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

The falling blue planet vibrates and the ticking of time broadcasts—dilemmatic axiom. © Ayatullah Nurjati. Februari,10th 2022 PoemHunter.com

Spreading gravel in an abstruse realm. Become a nosy tiger who gnaws at ignorant fleas. © Ayatullah Nurjati. Februari,10th 2022 PoemHunter.com

For those who are heartbroken—love becomes a frightening picture, like a scary creeping animal ready to gnaw inch by inch of your body. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

It is only belief that leads me to certainty, because I believe that people can succeed with belief, although sometimes it goes against the expected result. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

Love is a sacred part of human life and it is an essential gift from God. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

I was silent when you came to the side—even though the feeling was thundering but it was the ratio that took it all off. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

In a big cities, there is always an interaction prison. However, with our minds, all existing barriers can be scorched. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

In every big city, there is always an interaction prison. However, with our minds, all existing barriers can be scorched. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

Bitter that never wants to compromise with sweetness but is very useful and treats a dry heart that will be another reforestation. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

When your shadow is present, it feels like there is very little oxygen pumping the lungs into the bloodstream. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

My soul shriveled up by the whirlwind touched by the singer's heart. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

For me it is difficult to achieve intelligence, it takes a ration of sensitivity and established materialism and what about you? © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

You rise aside by singing a serene song and watering my dry heart with the noise of the stars. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

Because of you, I feel like I'm aware of the sacred space. © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

Being a poet is not an easy matter, it requires sensitivity of conscience and a qualified ration of world experience. Even though sometimes it's bitter © Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

I have sacrificed myself for you but there is no positive side that you always lift, Can that be called a responsible father? ©Ayatullah Nurjati. PoemHunter.com

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