Prasetya Utama

Rookie (07-01-1949 / Kutoarjo)

Prasetya Utama Poems

1. Freedom 8/16/2007
2. Banda Aceh 4/1/2008
3. Kartini 4/3/2008
4. Homesick 4/16/2008
5. Crossbar Of Wood Of Tree Waru 4/24/2008
6. Black Butterfly 4/30/2008
7. Who I Am 5/6/2008
8. Banda Aceh 2 5/7/2008
9. Walke To Digress 5/7/2008
10. The Java Of The Beauty And The Beasts 5/8/2008
11. Lokngha 5/9/2008
12. From The Book: Negara Kertagama 5 5/12/2008
13. Lizard Fall 5/15/2008
14. The Sorrow And Happiness 5/27/2008
15. The Fish Hook 6/17/2008
16. Awaiting You 6/17/2008
17. Get Up 6/17/2008
18. To Dream Island 6/20/2008
19. Grave 7/16/2008
20. In The Dark Train 7/16/2008
21. Awaiting 7/24/2008
22. My Children 7/24/2008
23. Ocean Wave 7/24/2008
24. Taking Off Hand 7/25/2008
25. In Every Breath Of My Life 7/25/2008
26. Chance 8/7/2008
27. To Step Aside 8/7/2008
28. My Daughter 8/7/2008
29. Meaning 8/7/2008
30. Tired Walk 8/21/2008
31. Old People 8/27/2008
32. What Live On 8/27/2008
33. Here I Stranded 8/27/2008
34. Dragonfly Destination 8/28/2008
35. The Heaven Door 9/2/2008
36. Our Democracy 9/8/2008
37. My Life 9/10/2008
38. Immortalize Lameness 9/10/2008
39. Daissociating Our Love 9/12/2008
40. Life Uselessness 9/12/2008

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Dewi Sri, The Goddes Of Rice

In the frontyard and leftside of my grandpa house
When the padi harvests and holiday came
I certainly went to my grandpahouse
Where before and after the harvests we have a religiousmale together
We pray and praise the Lord
Through the smoke of incense up and up to the sky
And the wind brought its to people around the village
For avoiding disaster and thanks to
Dewi Sri, the Goddes of Rice (fertility goddes)

My partjob is waiting the rice in the place for drying
firewood, from morning till evening
Till its rice and firewood to become dry
While I saw some...

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The Mirror

I am beginning for feeling another
When they often looking their face
on the mirror
of our yunior high class room both of us
are wonder of themselfes

Like picture of themselfes
they ask to themselfes
how beatiful and handsome

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