To My Mother
Why
you went
and in this
bitter and cruel world
alone me left
was death so beautı ful and your beloved
did you miss it very much
fed up of us
you used to take us
under your skirt
and protect us from rainy days
from everything harmful
is you grave as cold as ice
why did you made it be dug so large
whom are yı ou expecting near as dear
was death so beautı ful mother
why you left us alone
ı t ı s evident
you longed for it
ı was angry
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Young Woman With Bandanna
from now on
said the young woman
emerging from the fairy tales
with bandanna head on
with lipstick refreshed on her lips
crimson
I must live
a little bit more
though she was sore
she was younger younger and younger
from of us all
all of her had been changed in the hospital
perhaps even her love letters
had been
pulled out from her dowry chest
open to all
even her children could not dare to touch
roughly
put into sacks
as clues
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The Blind Couple
I wanna write this poem
with my long black pen
I like this pen very much
ı ts writings
why I cannot understand
my brothers also lı ke the pens too
they are not just pens
they are indstruments brought from heaven
to write your petitions to somebady above
some like it black
some blue
some red
ı always prefer black
why I do not understand
now
GOD informed
at the beginning of the holy book
read....read...read and read again
then comes writing
so ı wanna read the world before writing
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Unintentionous Leisure
blac clouds on high sky
gulls..sea gulls..sparrows..swallows
the blue sea
a lizard on the ancient wall
tries to catch the sun
not moving..brown stone
some playing blackgammon
the echoes of dice and pieces
a melody from fifties, may be elvis the pelvis
it is antalya turkey
may be frank sinastra or paul anka
how he did his way
ıo hardly remember
girls gigling
women laughing
where am ı
ı cannot realise
is it a sea garden or heaven or paradise
somwhere near the sea
turning brown
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Hope
they put the man
in front of the water
on a wheel chair
he could not walk
six men
with his invalid chair
may be they were next of kin
may be close friends
may be blood-friends
nearly six men
carried the man
that was not able to walk
in front of the water
in the middle of the greenery
thanks GOD
I can walk
in the pool
there wre ducks..pigeons
and under the small bridge
white rabbits
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I Am Not In My Mood
I amnot inmy mood today
I do not want to paint the sky
I want to paı nt all the seas and oceans grey
and wanna tear my shı rt ı nto pı eces
how many living sank in the oceans
thge largest being titanic
ı do not want to walk
ı do not waNt to sing
do not want tospeak
ı am not in my mood
got bored of everythimg
especially living
walking...talking speaking
goı n to job in harmony
the returninmg from job
home the same home for years
gossiping the same gossips
reading the same papers
same politics
win to win covered everywhere
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Seeİ Ng The One Above
WHEN the sun sets
in colors in the evening
ı see him
when the sun rises flickering
in the blue and reds
crimson clouds
then in the darkness
in the glittering stars
in the crescent lit
and in the full moon
and at nights cdesolate without the moon
ı see someone
who holds the reins
never lets anyone die
against his order
ı t must be him
nearest to our main artery
even than ourselves
thus said in thesacred holy koran
when ı wake up ı n the morning
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Dying
ı would like to die before you die
do you think that
the one who comes after
will find the one who has gone before
I do not think so
it is better you burn my body
and put the remnant ashes in an urn
placed on a shelf on the fire-place
the urn must be made up of transparent white glass
so that you can see me in it
you see
how self-sacrificing I am
I do not want to be terracotta
I do not want to be a flower
but want to be ash
to live together with you
and after sometime
when you die too
you will come into the urn also
and we will then live there together
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Our Liberation War
the chief commandant
mustafa kemal ataturk
uproared
on his horse upright
rearing
armies
do not stop
go ahead
your mission is on top
your first target
the mediterrenean sea
the aegen too
atter the last
chief commandant hood
field battle
dumlupı nar
the 30th august 1922
greek left
many dead
behind
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Wounded Man
I am not a desolate man..nor a lonely man..I am not also a sea port.. where no ships land and shelter..I am not a lighthouse..isolated and left solitary near the sea bare sea rocks..I have enough number of friends...whose value I knew or have not known..forg otten or not forgetten...I have also a spouse...I found in my late years of life..I am just a wounded man...sometimes by you...sometimes by your words..or sometimes by spades or pick axes...at first...a needle had past through my tiny fingers...I do not remember when....when I was just beginning to walk...my sister told me once.... trying to give a sewing machine a caress...Then when I was attending to my boarding school...a pick axe fell on my feet... when we were hunting the locusts in the garden....with my new friends.....years later then...glass pı erced my wrist and lips....I lay in the infirmary for weeks....skipping my lessons...in fact I am not so naughty...just eager to see....be a friend be...just a wounded man...when ı retired as an old grown up man.... I was very stunned...break my left hip bone...falling on a pavement stone....I am not a man alone...when my friends lefty this boring world....one by one....I regret....being alive...living blind and lame...not knowing...where I am going...and destined to....That is what I am....I am not a man desolate and solitary....I am just a tired man...and wounded deeply...mostly the words wound me....especially the words of my friends and special ones hurt me...injure me...deeply and sadly....I) ha ve not chosen this life of mine....what a pity...I will leave it one day some day....wounded and feeling a bit guilty...
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