Ahmad Gaus – Page 9

Lomba Menulis Puisi Natal

UNTUK ANDA YANG MENYUKAI PUISI, saya punya tawaran menarik: Tulislah sebuah puisi yang berhubungan dengan Natal. Hadiahnya sudah saya siapkan tiga buku puisi saya yang berjudul SENJA DI JAKARTA untuk tiga penulis puisi terbaik (masing-masing satu ya, hehe). Buku ini terbit tahun 2017, sudah diluncurkan di Singapura (November 2017) dan didiskusikan di Malaysia (Desember 2017). Kirimkan puisi anda ke alamat email saya: gaus.poem@gmail.com Saya terima paling lambat tanggal 24 Desember 2018, supaya saya bisa posting di blog saya tepat pada hari Natal. Ok gaeess… selamat menulis puisi dan mendapatkan hadiah buku plus tanda tangan penulis.. 🙂

Berikut contoh 2 puisi saya yang berhubungan dengan Natal:

CERITA NATAL SEORANG GADIS KECIL

Aku berdiri di halaman gereja
Anak-anak bergaun palma
Menghias pohon Natal dengan lampu aneka warna
Bunga-bunga gladiola, langit merah saga.

Saat lonceng dibunyikan, mereka berlarian
Kemudian larut dalam doa yang dilantunkan
Damai dalam pelukan kasih Tuhan.

Dari kejauhan aku mendengar suara azan
Dibawa angin senja berteluk awan
Azan dan kidung Tuhan saling bersahutan
Menjalin nada, orkestra kehidupan.

Seorang gadis kecil menghampiriku

“Pakailah ini,” katanya menyodorkan topi santa

Aku terdiam. Lama. Kemudian dengan halus aku menolaknya
Ia nampak kecewa. Matanya berkaca-kaca
Aku membungkukkan badan dan berbisik ke telinganya

“Sayang, bukannya aku tidak mau, tapi topi itu terlalu kecil buat kepalaku!”

Ia tersenyum mengerti

“Kalau begitu ambillah ini,” ujarnya menyodorkan replika pohon Natal, “Tanamlah di tubuhmu!”

“Maaf sayang, ini pun aku tidak bisa menerimanya.”

“Kenapa?”

“Karena aku tidak punya lahan untuk menanamnya,
seluruh tubuhku sudah dipenuhi masjid!”

Ia terdiam. Aku yakin dia tidak mengerti apa yang kukatakan.

Tapi ia bertanya lagi, “Apakah di halaman masjid tidak boleh ditanami pepohonan?”

Aku tersentak. Akhirnya kuraih dia dalam pelukan
Kujelaskan bahwa halaman masjid sekarang penuh oleh kendaraan yang parkir. Tidak ada tempat untuk menanam pohon lagi.
Dia tertunduk. Sedih.

“Jangan kuatir, sayang, pohon Natal ini akan kutanam di samping masjid, dan akan kurawat, setuju?”

Dia mengangguk.

“Terima kasih, Om, Natal itu untuk anak-anak!” ucapnya tersenyum.

Aku pun tersenyum, walaupun tidak mengerti maksud ucapannya.

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Tangerang Selatan, 24 Desember 2016
Ahmad Gaus

Rima

Ini hadiah buku untuk penulis puisi terbaik:

Senja di Jakarta

[Poem] A Letter from dusk to morn

lake

A Letter from dusk to morn

If you arrive at the hill this afternoon

I most likely have already left.

But …

on the lips of the horizon

not far from the first place where we met

there is a lake

I will be waiting for you there.

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IG : ahmadgaus68

[Puisi] Batu Tidak Ingin Menjadi Manusia

Makhluk-makhluk itu muncul begitu saja
dari bongkahan batu
menjelma burung-burung yang lapar
terbang mengelilingi kota
mencari sisa-sisa makanan dan bangkai
untuk memenuhi kebutuhan
manusia

Di malam hari makhluk-makhluk itu
kembali menjadi batu
tapi batu-batu yang berekor api
berlintasan bagai anak-anak panah
yang dilepaskan

Maka banyak peristiwa di malam hari:
bintang yang pecah berkeping-keping
bidadari-bidadari yang menjerit
dilemparkan dari surga
kabut hitam yang masuk ke telinga
mengubah dirinya menjadi serigala
mengaumkan ancaman
dan menghilang begitu saja
di kegelapan

Bulan mengirimkan sinarnya masuk
ke dalam kepala
Tapi jangan salah, kepala adalah gudang

tempat penyimpanan senjata
tempat penyanderaan musuh-musuh
temboknya dipenuhi kawat berduri
dan dijaga oleh makhluk-makhluk halus

Makhluk-makhluk itu mengambil batu
untuk melempari bulan
hingga bulan terluka dan menangis
menjeritkan nyanyian-nyanyian gaib
seperti lolongan anjing yang tersekap
oleh ketakutannya sendiri

Batu-batu itu tertawa melengking
memercikkan api dari ekor-ekornya
seperti ingin membakar bumi
memusnahkan masyarakat manusia

Begitu marahnya batu kepada manusia
padahal, berabad-abad lamanya
manusia dan batu hidup berdampingan
secara damai
sampai kemudian konflik tak terhindarkan
saat manusia merenggut batu-batu itu
dari tempat mereka bersemadi
untuk melempari manusia lain sampai mati
dan merampas kehormatannya

Batu akhirnya tahu tabiat buruk manusia
yang gemar membunuh dan
memakan bangkai saudaranya
maka batu tidak pernah bermimpi
menjadi manusia
mereka hanya ingin kembali ke habitatnya
berzikir menyucikan diri
berdiam diri selamanya
dalam meditasi abadi

Palangkaraya, 09/10/18

[Puisi] November Rain

November Rain

Setiap kali hujan turun
engkau bertanya di mana kekasihmu
pada tanah basah
melepaskan diri dari
membawa bayang-bayang

Rintik hujan meninggalkan kecupan
yang kini menjadi danau
di keningmu

Lalu engkau berusaha mencintai hujan
karena ragu dengan perasaanmu
akan mengalir ke laut
atau bersikeras menjadi awan

Ciputat, 10/11/18

IG: @gauspoem

Cerita Pagi

margo

CERITA PAGI

Kabut turun di rooftop
lembut dan tipis seperti
gaun tidurmu

Aku terjatuh dari tangga angin
waktu mematahkan tangkai sayap
peri kegelapan

Kulihat kau duduk di sana
di antara kursi-kursi kosong

Menyanyikan sepotong lagu hitam
menikam musnah segala
yang dirindu

Burung-burung beterbangan
dari rambutmu!

Depok, 18/11/18

Follow my IG: @gauspoem

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Kasih Tak Sampai

jembatan siti n — Jembatan Siti Nurbaya, Padang

Kasih Tak Sampai

— Untuk Siti Nurbaya

akhirnya kujumpai kau di sini
di atas sungai batang arau
sebuah jembatan terbentang
menghubungkan bukit hijau
dan masa lampau
yang mengambang di udara

deretan kisah lama masih ada
tragedi dan roman airmata
gedung-gedung tua yang berhimpitan
di sepanjang tepian
kupandangi lagi matamu, bibirmu
rambutmu yang dipintal cakrawala

kapal-kapal datang dan pergi
tapi engkau tetap berdiri
bertahan dengan cintamu
di ambang waktu

Padang, 14/10/18

[Poem] NIGHT SONG

NIGHT SONG

Specks of dust in the night sky kept my loneliness in company. The moon sits perfectly in the window. Reluctantly contemplating to deliver message from the lover – who is the horizon.

I imagine he comes up to me, bringing about an influx of deafening silence in my chest. Calling back seagulls, who flew miles away to another bay to make love. Reminiscing memories buried in sand and stone. In my shore the mist sleeping so soundly. Coral reefs stood still waiting, and endlessly waiting for the souls Souls who can resuscitate them with new life

My tongue is squeezed under the foam. Words cross the island, and they are worn out for carrying the truth And finally, place them under the rainbow stairs when strong winds hit the beach in the afternoon.

Accordingly, tonight my song flowed into the still lake. Because, who else can play such beautiful a tone other than silence, and who else can blink a life soul other than the clear eyes.

A poem by ahmad gaus, surabaya, Oct 04/17

— Album Kenangan Pribadi —

IMG-20170822-WA0012 — august 2017, tidung island, kepulauan seribu

[Poem] AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BIRD

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BIRD

A Poem by Ahmad Gaus

It’s been three days my bird in the cage doesn’t want to eat. And last night, when I gave food, he refused it smoothly. “I’m not hungry. I just need a pen.” I was surprised to hear that request. “What for?” I ask. “I want to write a biography.” Then I put the pen in the cage.

In the morning I found the bird lying lifeless. On the wings a sign reads: “Lord, my life and death are yours. Today I return everything to you, except these wings. Give them to those who crave freedom.”

Bandung, September 15, 2018

Burung

Ahmad Gaus is a writer and social activist. His activities is around tolerance and religious freedom. His dream is to let go of all the birds in cages all over the world. He wrote a number of poems in two anthologies: I Await You on Cisadane River (2013) and Twilight in Jakarta (2017). He also teaches language and culture courses at Swiss German University (SGU) in Tangerang, Indonesia. Besides writing poetry, he also wrote in social, cultural, religious, and political issues.

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Caged Bird – Poem by Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

About the Author

Maya Angelou
Born on April 4, 1928, in St. Louis, Missouri, writer and civil rights activist Maya Angelou is known for her 1969 memoir, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, which made literary history as the first nonfiction best-seller by an African-American woman. In 1971, Angelou published the Pulitzer Prize-nominated poetry collection Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water ‘Fore I Die. She later wrote the poem “On the Pulse of Morning”—one of her most famous works—which she recited at President Bill Clinton’s inauguration in 1993. Angelou received several honors throughout her career, including two NAACP Image Awards in the outstanding literary work (nonfiction) category, in 2005 and 2009. She died on May 28, 2014.

[Poem] Zombie City

ZOMBIE CITY

Zombies build cities from the ground up in the holy human soil. After such a great war, in which they undoubtedly trounce over humans, authority has changed hands. New rules are born. Laws are enforced way above zombie values. Values pouring from the fresh blood of corpses that roam; from the dead who sought revenge.

Who is responsible for all this? Where earth must be rescued from the breeding of new zombies; from an energy so bleak vandalism, terrorism, fanaticism all interwoven in their nature.

Humans have nowhere to evacuate but to prepare for the next war. We are to reclaim the ancestral land back from them. The land they so disgustingly set foot on is now enclosed by the unwanted debris of zombies who roamed into human bodies.

While new buildings are erected from piles of decapitated heads, the streets are made from loose hands. And the lights were removed from the eyes hung on the roadside poles.

The whole city is now under their control. We are to transform ourselves into super-zombies to defeat them. Or else, we shall require help from the almighty extraterrestrials They who can attract all religious doctrines Doctrines which have turned humans into zombies in the first place.

— a poem by ahmad gaus

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“Di dunia ini ada kekuatan hitam, ada kekuatan putih. Kamu pilih yang mana untuk membantu mewujudkan impian-impianmu? Tapi ingat, setiap pilihan akan membawa akibat pada kehidupanmu.”

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[Poem] After The Truth No Longer Exists

AFTER THE TRUTH NO LONGER EXISTS

To: Goenawan Mohamad

When the truth exists no more

Why do we still linger here

Preaching the omnipotence of God

Has not everyone turned God for himself?

Past times, the truth hoisted

Under the banner of the revolution

Brought onto the battlefield

With a firm boundary between clandestine and evil

But now the revolution no longer exists

War is just another stale story

Today’s truth is a believed lies

A falsehood went viral

No one hardly cares so long as people bought it

The truth has become a beautiful remains slaughtered in a crowd

Thrown into a voiceless abyss

Like leaves falling to the earth

Heavily hit by rain or a storm Who cares?

But is there anything worth a grain of salt to remember

When all of us know that the truth no longer exists

Besides the familiar smell of a cup of coffee

And birds chirping in the morning

September, 2018. Poem by: Ahmad Gaus

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[Poem] NOCTURNO

NOCTURNO

My body is a book — full of scribbles
my friends write down all the events there
with pencils, river water, gadgets, coffee shops
social media, cinemas, and many more
I don’t even have a slit to write my life story on my own body
but yea, never mind
after all, people won’t care
except what they want to write on my body
once upon a time I just followed a bird’s invitation
fly and sing at the top of the tree
here is more free, he said
from a distance I get goose bumps watching my body
get blackened full of scribbles.

My body is a book — full of scribbles
my friends write down all the events there
with pencils, river water, gadgets, coffee shops
social media, cinemas, and many more
I don’t even have a slit to write my life story on my own body
but yea, never mind
after all, people won’t care
except what they want to write on my body
once upon a time I just followed a bird’s calling
to fly and sing at the top of the tree
here is more free, he said
away from a distance I get goose bump watching my body
get filled full of scribbles.

— a poem by ahmad gaus

[Poem] The Dream

rain

THE DREAM

When I sat at dawn

Searching for the remnants of my dream last night

The shadow of your wings

The beauty of your voice

Singing like a bird

Chasing away my loneliness

You’ve been singing in beauty

And I am the sky — echoing your voice in the wind

When it suddenly blew hard

My dreams fell into pieces.

But I did not despair

Picked them up

Over and over again

As I did not wanna lose you

Even though in my dream.

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a poem by ahmad gaus

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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BIRD

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Caged Bird – Poem by Maya Angelou

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