Sabtu, 24 Maret 2012

Indrie Matrie: Doa....(Menjelang Ulang Tahunmu, Menjelang keputus...

Indrie Matrie: Doa....(Menjelang Ulang Tahunmu, Menjelang keputus...: Ya Allah Ya Rahman Ya Rahim ampunilah dosa ku yang telah ku buat.. limpahkanlah aku dengan kesabaran yang tiada terbatas.. berikanlah...

Indrie Matrie: Inspiration Story : Good Friends

Indrie Matrie: Inspiration Story : Good Friends: A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell.  He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and  set about nailing it to a post on...

Inspiration Story : Good Friends








A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.

"I've got thirty-nine cents.. Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.






The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up...

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said,"Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers.

In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.

Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy... "No charge,"answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.








WE DON'T HAVE TOO MANY FRIENDS............JUST GOOD FRIENDS  


Selasa, 20 Maret 2012

Indrie Matrie: Enough, I've got your attention

Indrie Matrie: Enough, I've got your attention: Sprinkle on rainbow clouds At night the stars are spread At a hug with the warmth of the sun I found you Then .... Th...

Enough, I've got your attention





Sprinkle on rainbow clouds
At night the stars are spread
At a hug with the warmth of the sun
I found you

Then....
The seconds are shaky warm
World full of flowers and colors
In any words, sounds
Misleading hope and dreams

You made ​​me fall in love
At any script which was out of breath
At each node presence
No one else, all my inspiration is all about you

Enough!
I've been given the chance find you
Know a little about you, the implied presence of any records
I no longer expect more
Enough, I've got your attention

On the distance and time stretching
That limit our meetings
Tyranny, contradictions, traditions ...
Enough, I've got your attention

Although when I miss you
only able to hold you in my fantasy
Enough, I've got your attention

Sincerity, weakness,
Also my love for you that may never return
Enough, I'm happy because it always gets your attention

In fact, when I find you lied
Betrayed, or abandoned later
Enough, I've been getting the attention you




 







for anyone who ever touched my heart ...

Fear







You're not scared of the dark
You're scared of what's in it

You're not afraid of height
You're afraid of falling

You're not afraid of the people around you
You're just afraid of rejection

You're not afraid to love
You're just afraid to not being loved back

You're not afraid to let go
You're just afraid to accept  reality that she's gone

You're not afraid to try again
You're just afraid of  getting hurt with same reason


Minggu, 18 Maret 2012

Indrie Matrie: No Answer

Indrie Matrie: No Answer:   I gave my first love my heart Only for it to be crushed With no answers:. Every single moment that passed Went through my mi...

No Answer






 I gave my first love my heart
Only for it to be crushed
With no answers

 
Every single moment that passed
Went through my mind
Over, and over


Memories of love, passion, lust
Confusion, stubbornness, and heartache
Thinking "What went wrong?"
Still...
No answers

 
Trying to get the fire back
I tried
Not knowing that he had

 
Forgot the past in so little time
But me,
Still clinging to what it was
What "we" used to mean

 
Didn't let go so easily
Tears shed
Voices shouting
A kiss shared
Still...
No answers

 
When I think back at what happened
I still wonder
"What went wrong?"


I still imagine that boy and that girl
Thinking, planning, wondering
I still can see those passionate kisses
Them each saying "I love you"
And truly mean it
And both thinking,
 

"I am completely in love with this person"
Still,

 No explanations to change of heart
Still,
No closure to what a simple sentence
Changed both of their lives
Still
No answers!



Indrie Matrie: Cerita Insprirasi : Jendela Rumah Sakit

Indrie Matrie: Cerita Insprirasi : Jendela Rumah Sakit: Ada dua orang pria, keduanya sakit parah, menempati kamar rumah sakit yang sama. Satu orang diizinkan untuk duduk di tempat tidurnya...

Cerita Insprirasi : Jendela Rumah Sakit





Ada dua orang pria, keduanya sakit parah, menempati kamar rumah sakit yang sama. Satu orang diizinkan untuk duduk di tempat tidurnya selama satu jam setiap sore untuk membantu mengeringkan cairan dari paru-parunya. Tempat tidurnya di samping jendela ruangan itu.

Pria yang satunya, tidak lagi membangunkan tubuhnya karena penyakitnya. Dan harus menghabiskan seluruh waktunya dengan telentang. Kedua pria itu sering mengobrol selama berjam-jam. Mereka berbicara tentang istri mereka dan keluarga, rumah mereka, pekerjaan mereka, keterlibatan mereka dalam pelayanan militer, dan kemana saja mereka pergi saat masa libur. 
Dan setiap sore, saat pria  yang satu duduk dekat jendela , dia akan mengisi waktunya dengan menjelaskan kepada rekan sekamarnya semua hal yang ia bisa lihat di luar jendela. Pada saat itulah, pria di tempat tidur lainnya,  mulai merasa hidup lagi. Satu jam kedepan, baginya dunianya kembali  diperluas dan dimeriahkan oleh semua kegiatan dan warna dunia luar yang diceritakan rekannya itu. 
"Dari balik jendela ini, ada sebuah taman dengan danau yang indah. Bebek dan angsa bermain di air sementara anak-anak bermain perahu layar buatan mereka. Tidak jauh dari situ, ada sepasang pecinta muda berjalan bergandengan tangan di tengah bunga-bunga dari setiap warna pelangi. Pohon besar tua menghiasi taman, dan pemandangan indah dari kota bisa terlihat di kejauhan" cerita orang itu. 
Pria dekat jendala menceritakan semua secara rinci dan indah, sementara pria di sisi lain ruangan akan menutup mata dan membayangkan pemandangan indah. 
Suatu sore yang hangat pria di dekat jendela menggambarkan sebuah parade yang lewat. Meskipun orang lain tidak bisa mendengar band, dia bisa melihatnya di benak pria dekat jendela, yang menggambarkan ceritanya  dengan kata-kata deskriptif.  

Hari dan minggu berlalu. 
Suatu pagi, perawat datang untuk membawa air untuk mandi mereka. Dia  menemukan tubuh tak bernyawa pria "dekat jendela", yang telah meninggal dengan tenang dalam tidurnya. Dia sedih dan memanggil petugas rumah sakit untuk mengurus jenazahnya. Tak lama setelah kepergian pria itu, pria yang satunya lagi bisa duduk dan mendapat kesempatan untuk duduk dekat jendela setiap hari. Setelah memastikan dia nyaman, perawatpun meninggalkan dia sendirian. 
Ketika dia menyadari keindahan dunia luar, dia begitu bersuka cita. Tapi sungguh menyakitkan, karena dia harus menikmatinya sendiri tanpa temannya yang yang telah pergi.

Perlahan-lahan, di beralih  melihat dari luar jendela ke samping tempat tidur. Dia hanya mendapati  dinding yang kosong. Pria itu lalu meminta dengan paksa, agar perawat  menjelaskan hal indah di luar jendela seperti yang pernah dilakukan rekan sekamarnya dulu. Perawat itu menjawab bahwa orang itu buta dan bahkan tidak bisa melihat dinding. 
Dia berkata, "Mungkin ia hanya ingin menghibur Anda."


Story : Hospital Windows






Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.  They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. 
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow.  Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.  Days and weeks
passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.  She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.  The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside.  Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.  The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said,  "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage  you."











more story at http://inspireme.net/more_inspiring_Stories/hospital-windows.htm

Indrie Matrie: Poetry : A TEARDROP ON THE ROSE

Indrie Matrie: Poetry : A TEARDROP ON THE ROSE: A teardrop fell upon the rose That she held close to her ...

Poetry : A TEARDROP ON THE ROSE







A teardrop fell upon the rose
That she held close to her breast.
In sympathy, the petals closed,
As she saw her love at rest.

The rose it seemed to feel her pain
As one by one her petals fell
And upon the stem of thorns,
Now fell the pouring rain.

Bending down, she picked the petals
And to herself, she drew them near;
She saw, in the rose, her broken heart
And on the petal, her fallen tear.

Between the pages of a book,
She placed the petals tenderly
And the rose, it shed a tear,
As if it cried in sympathy.

The words, on the pages read,
Forever, my love, remember me
And when you see a rose of red,
Remember, love, to remember me.



Fixing A Broken Heart by Christian Bautista