Hi, my real name is Joses Tirtabudi. I was born in Newcastle, Australia, January 1995. I started writing poetry . . . well, I can’t really give you an exact date, but it would be sometime around the year 2006. Very few of them have been published, let alone seen by someone else. Gradually, however, my interest in poetry writing waned. 2011 would see a slight revival in my poetry writing, but the final and big one was still to come. Around August of 2011, I experienced a very painful break-up. Even to this day, I still carry some of it with me. Writing poetry became a way of expressing my deepest feelings, and pretty soon, I realised that I had improved alot in my writing (from all my poems which I first wrote, I think I only like about four of them. The rest either got revised, or trashed :P), and since then, I have written poems for many things on my heart and feelings that I have felt. Enjoy! 🙂
My interests: I love cycling, rugby league, computer games, movies, and music. I play guitar and have occasionally written music. Perhaps one day I’ll put some of it up :). My hero is Jesus, and my greatest desire is that his example will shine through me.
Ok, now to describe me a bit better, well, I’m impusive, impatient, hotheaded, stubborn, but on the other hand, I get things done and I’m deadset loyal. 🙂 I’m a firstborn in reality and in psychology, I don’t like being surprised unless I already know about it, which means that it really isn’t a surprise. Apparently I’ve got more energy than most people I
know, but I’m yet to prove that. All I wish, is that I was smart enough to synthesis some energy from toddlers. Now that would keep the world running for decades! Now some people call me mature. And others call me childish. I like to think of myself as relatively mature, but with a streak of boy inside him (and no, the boy ain’t never gonna die!). I hate theory, and prefer practical (let’s see, does petrol or kerosene ignite faster? BOOOOOOOM!!!) and yes, that is a real example. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my blog.
Copyright: All my poems are free to be reproduced, under the sole condition that they are not sold. Cheers.
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My Favorite Poems:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,–ding-dong, bell.
I’ll admit that I’ve never read much Shakespeare, but I LOVE this poem. The words are like, unearthly, not to mention, it’s got a meaning hidden in it. I discovered this poem in the book ‘The Machine Gunners’ by Robert Westall. P.s. that was a pretty good book too 😀