100 Days of Poetry: from Steemit School Poetry 100 Day Challenge, March 7, 2018 - June 14, 2018

By Ikhwanul Halim

There are too many words we say and written, only a few which are true and meaningful. We read and speak too much but we write and listen too little. As we read and talk about how beautiful those poems, not all could write good poems and not even understand it's meaning.

I am so grateful to meet special person, Ikhwanul Halim, whose not only could write beautiful poems, but I believe that all his words is true, truly sincere. He can write different of prose with different methods of poems. To be able to write 100 days of poems was not as easy as we thought. He succeed conquer himself to be that consistent to write thoughtful poems with incredible choice of words.

I witnessed the process of his journey writing 100 poems, everyday. I enjoyed those days and it's result. I even wondering what would this world could be if all could write as beautiful as he did.

 

Mariska Lubis

• Language: English
• Publisher: PIMEDIA
• Release date: Jul 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9786239757328

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100 Days 100 Poems, Beyond Limit of Beautiful Feelings

There are too many words we say and written, only a few which are true and meaningful. We read and speak too much but we write and listen too little. As we read and talk about how beautiful those poems, not all could write good poems and not even understand it's meaning.

I am so grateful to meet special person, Ikhwanul Halim, whose not only could write beautiful poems, but I believe that all his words is true, truly sincere. He can write different of prose with different methods of poems. To be able to write 100 days of poems was not as easy as we thought. He succeed conquer himself to be that consistent to write thoughtful poems with incredible choice of words.

I witnessed the process of his journey writing 100 poems, everyday. I enjoyed those days and it's result. I even wondering what would this world could be if all could write as beautiful as he did.

Mariska Lubis

TABLE OF CONTENTS

100 Days 100 Poems, Beyond Limit of Beautiful Feelings

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PRODUCT OF THE ERA

SHE LOCKED HER HEART

NO WIFI HERE

FOREIGN AFFAIR

DENDAM TAK SAMPAI

FROM AN APPLE TREE

MOBY

THE HUNTRESS

BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH

BE A YOU

AFTER A TRULY WONDROUS THING

FOR YOU SOULLESS BASTARDS OUT THERE

SPRING OF JOY

THE POETS ARE DEAD, LONG LIVE THE POETS

REVOLUTION

MEMBRANOUS COAT RUDIMENTARY EMBRYO

WRITING ON A HOT SUMMER AFTERNOON

WORDS MEANT TO KEEP, BROTHER

WON'T GO CHASING WATERFALLS

MOTIVATION!

LEAVING THE PAST

OUT OF NOWHERE

STORY FROM A STRANGER  IN THE MIDDLE OF HURRICANE

IF MY SOUL COULD SING

ARMAGEDDON AFTERMATH

21 JUMP STREET BLUES

OH-MY-GOD

THE LADY OF THE LAKE

HOWLING TO THE MOON

EXORCISE HER CALAMITY

WHEN I BROKE UP WITH YOU

STARING AT AN EMPTY PAGE

PEEBLES IN CIVILIZATION

ONE-NIGHT CLANDESTINE TRYST

THE INEVITABILITY FINALE

THE GHOST IS NOT AFRAID TO DIE ANYMORE

RED COFFIN AND DIAMOND RING

DEI EX MACHINA

HELLO THERE

CASUS BELLI

PAST PRESENT FUTILE

MY EXTRAORDINARY BAD POETRY

MISTRESS OF AMERICA

PLEASE GET OUT OF MY HEAD, QUESTIONS!

O, HUMANITY!

CONTEXTUALIZED COLLOQUIAL

HUNGER DREAM

UNI PARTY

SEXUALITY OF PHILOSOPHY

OBITUARY FOR NOBODY

WON'T GIVE UP, LET IT GO

24-HOUR VIBES

SELF-EXPRESSION

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SAD ENDING  LOVE STORY EVER

CEREBRAL CORTEX NETWORK LIVE!

ANGRY

CONTINGENCY CONSPIRACY THEORY

LANGUAGE OF IMAGINATION

IT'S A PENNY BLUES

SINCE YOU'RE HERE …

THEY MIGHT BE ROYALS

THERE’S NOTHING GOOD ABOUT  GETTING OLD

SYNOPSIS OF ME

ON RELATIONSHIP OFF

FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, LATE

MY SASSY GLOOMY LOVELY POETESS

PEOPLELESS PEOPLE

DYSYOUTHOPIAN

FREESTYLE LAMENTATION

TINDER

PAINT THE WORD ON A LIGHTHOUSE

IT'S MAY AND I HAVE TO STAY

POLITICAL APPROPRIATION  OF CULTURAL CORRECTNESS

TO MAKE THE SKIES WEEP (FOR HER)

OUT OF THE BLUES

A QOLLOQUIAL SPEECH ABOUT PATIENCE

THIRTEEN NOTHIN'

SURVIVOR

IN THE HEART OF GASTRONOMY

THE SUN STANDING STILL

ONE HIT WONDER

THE BIRTH OF A POEM

LIFE

SHORTCUT TO AFTERLIFE

WORD WHISPERER

LIFELINE

HEART STILL BEATING HARDLY BREATHING

CIVILIZED

LOVE IS NEVER REALLY NEW

LEARN BY NUMBERS

UNREALISTIC ESCAPE

OUTLANDISH PROMISES

NURSERY RHYME MISERY

GOOD TOGETHER

NEVER A ROMANCE EVER AFTER

WAYWARD SAIL TO THE MAELSTORM  ON THE MOON

LAST-MINUTE TICKET

99-IN-1

FOG OF WAR

Sorry, I'm So Sorry

Divine Philosophy

Future of Nations

ABOUT THE POET

This is my 1st submission for 100 Day Poetry Challenge con-ceived by Daniel Pendergraft from Steemit School Poetry.

PRODUCT OF THE ERA

BUATAN ZAMAN

tak ada yang mengharuskanku untuk segera pergi,

tatap yang penuh tanya, senyum berteka-teki

di wajahmu yang tak lagi pucat pasi: berseri,

usah ragu, hadirku bukan untuk mati

hadirku untuk menyampaikan rangkaian kisah

rekam jejak manusia di pusaran sejarah

     ah! kutahu dirimu tak sabar diamuk gelisah

     dada deru debar - mata berkaca-kaca, basah.

matamu berkaca-kaca mengharap nyata,

kabut mesti tersibak, hilang musnah dusta

namun, mestikah luka lama biar menganga?

dendam kesumat saatnya dilupa.

tak ada yang menghendaki luka kembali.

tak ada yang mengharuskanmu untuk pergi.

Bandung, 7 Maret 2018

PRODUCT OF THE ERA

no one told me to leave immediately,

your staring eyes, asking smile

in your face, no longer pale: radiantly,

do not hesitate, I come here now, not to die.

     I came to deliver a series of stories

     humanity track record in the vortex of history

     Ah! I know you wait to be restless not

     your chest pounding- eyes teary, wet.

tears falling for expecting the truth,

the mist must be parted, no more lie

but, should the old wound let open?

vengeful resentment, to be forgotten.

no one wants the wounds to return,

     no one asked you to leave soon.

Bandung, March, 7, 2018

This is my 2nd submission for 100 Day Poetry Challenge con-ceived by Daniel Pendergraft from Steemit School Poetry.

SHE LOCKED HER HEART

(1)

early in the morning, watch the flare of the sun

fog floating down from broken branches

smell her milk, shake and done

that day was the day for goddess dances

maze of aisles, asphalt highway

     nests of deathly lizards and snakes,

     seared each step, must live on leap day

     the roar of a hunter, ‘fore earthquakes

sleepy faces hanging on city bus

met the same face day after day

no recognition, none to trust

locked her heart, got lost on the way.

a poet crossed out graffiti,

     poetry verses on the wall, ‘bout dignity.

(2)

today is the day for goddess dancing;

determination, round one in the garage.

flashmob on the street, people stop moving,

flesh and bones, as her red and white corsage.

the roar of a hunter in deep, darken cave,

     the ruins of history landmark