fidel cried<\/h1>\n
\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n
venceremos<\/p>\n
laughing-crying<\/p>\n
ours was a smart revenge<\/p>\n
a picture of peace and love<\/p>\n
the half blood princess of caribbean<\/p>\n
poor and happy in a light harvest,<\/p>\n
in a mortar, in mid air- havana cigar<\/p>\n
talismanic-hermetic rebel molasses<\/p>\n
\u00a0manes of freedom, prince of loyalty<\/p>\n
serene sound of beginning and ending<\/p>\n
a missing tale, not a utopia<\/p>\n
the story of our fidel<\/p>\n
the black fate of golden africa<\/p>\n
vulture fodder is mary of the sudan<\/p>\n
the children of felluca resistant to death<\/p>\n
palestinian ali defies tanks with stones<\/p>\n
how many springs passed since the last peace?<\/p>\n
a mother branded her face, a glowing heart her hand<\/p>\n
he sniffed and kissed the burnt babies – fidel cried<\/p>\n
their intuitions would rebound- tears of homeless time<\/p>\n
plentiful and fertile earth \u2013 as white as a mother\u2019s milk<\/p>\n
tattoos on children\u2019s faces came alive<\/p>\n
they measured feeling and patience on the verge of death<\/p>\n
silent scream echoed in cosmos- stars burnt out<\/p>\n
zigzaggy death machine-yankee relied on dollar<\/p>\n
fidel touched the voice of living babies and cried<\/p>\n
demon of hell, crook and killer- fright and ravage<\/p>\n
dervish deserving heaven- hero of silence- honour of orphans<\/p>\n
where are hope, happiness and human pride<\/p>\n
gene asylum- pentagon, blood museum of the west on the cross<\/p>\n
a horny glowed hurricane- coming is a steed at full gallop<\/p>\n
the last hope of the resurged children<\/p>\n
the redeemer<\/p>\n
brought into existence by time<\/p>\n
snow setting fire to white rose of triumph<\/p>\n
divine hand killing the fire of death<\/p>\n
I do not want to cry for the dead<\/p>\n
you also do not cry for them fidel<\/p>\n
while you sleep<\/h1>\n
while you sleep, thousand candles burnt my eyes<\/p>\n
I thought blind fire was luck, candles cried<\/p>\n
while you sleep, full moon milked all of the light<\/p>\n
while you sleep on my knee, wine was orchard<\/p>\n
sea blazed in the arms of the sun<\/p>\n
while you sleep, blue cloud rained and cried<\/p>\n
while you sleep, your eye was a mountain in my eye<\/p>\n
while you sleep, I was on guard, love alive<\/p>\n
magic land sleeping in my palm<\/p>\n
delirious and oneiric river in my heart<\/p>\n
the expansive shelight inside was my love<\/p>\n
the green poison of separation in its filter<\/p>\n
while you sleep, your eye was a mountain in my eye<\/p>\n
while you sleep, I was on guard, love alive<\/p>\n
ways evanished, I reached inside of myself<\/p>\n
as I kissed, I thought you were an amaranth violet<\/p>\n
love rose from remonstrance, love angel from fire<\/p>\n
I burnt in the blue light of your steel sound<\/p>\n
while you sleep, your eye was a mountain in my eye<\/p>\n
while you sleep, I was on guard, love alive<\/p>\n
anatolia<\/h1>\n
aware of difference- sky god<\/p>\n
more courageous than eurasia bustard<\/p>\n
anatolian harvest is blessed<\/p>\n
jade love of scarlet horses of fire<\/p>\n
of dreamland and atlantis<\/p>\n
marquee with its golden poles<\/p>\n
ten thousand years old<\/p>\n
tender and tall<\/p>\n
rose of love<\/p>\n
sumerian<\/p>\n
kohled<\/p>\n
ilmiye \u00e7\u0131\u011f<\/p>\n
doomed to fire<\/p>\n
lunatic god, motley dawn<\/p>\n
lilith was the first of sin and love<\/p>\n
midas is a deaf-mute ear with an earring<\/p>\n
holy healer, shaman mother<\/p>\n
her hennaed white hand is a tablet<\/p>\n
honest prometheus healed by kibele resurged<\/p>\n
in that graveyard<\/p>\n
the soil lying to death and<\/p>\n
quaffing blood<\/p>\n
endless and timeless<\/p>\n
mother of lost civilization<\/p>\n
way of ancestors<\/p>\n
homeland<\/p>\n
kemal\u2019s daughter<\/p>\n
in the light of<\/p>\n
hittite sun<\/p>\n
her arm shook<\/p>\n
and rebelled<\/p>\n
with thousand of gods in<\/p>\n
full of mothers<\/p>\n
anatolia<\/p>\n
undertow<\/p>\n
anatolia<\/p>\n
ma<\/p>\n
Muazzez \u0130lmiye \u00c7\u0131\u011f is a Turkish archaeologist and assyriologist who specialized in the study of Sumerian civilization.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 mevlana<\/h1>\n
of karamans crazy dervish neyzen of konya for peace and love that rotation goes on and we fall in a fire and we are whirling\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ah invocation\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0huu dance\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 heaven we are all in the sky – we are endless and timeless in nonentity and nihil – in existence rich and fertile charities\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 we came alive in an only body reed\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 not other, not me, all of us huu\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 in which me and self melt one- at the centre of world in harmony \u2013 in the lost time spindle rotates my head spins in the last breath-candle died-cried as I kissed the love tree a touch of hope blue eye of water- \u015fems of tebriz- salina was burnt inner revolution all the loves bridge to future your eye was a mountain in mine – hittite sun – anatolia milked love affair moment mevlana master wine hu u<\/p>\n
they were always like this<\/h1>\n
they were always like this<\/p>\n
first they molested the sun<\/p>\n
then raped the known history<\/p>\n
they scattered the silk and spice to roads<\/p>\n
did the dovetail change its way<\/p>\n
a crane on the telegraph wires<\/p>\n
broken dreams – fish of dry lake<\/p>\n
they fired the cyan in the sky<\/p>\n
they opened glassy black eyes<\/p>\n
they were always like this<\/p>\n
they sprinkled water in which dead people were washed<\/p>\n
their faces did not feel pain in water<\/p>\n
water burnt, earth bled<\/p>\n
while starving for water and soil<\/p>\n
they gave children iron flowers<\/p>\n
instead of bread and book<\/p>\n
they were always like this<\/p>\n
by sucking our variegated blood<\/p>\n
vomited our feces too<\/p>\n
they hanged us<\/p>\n
without exception red<\/p>\n
sallow or black<\/p>\n
they coined money of our skin<\/p>\n
when the confused bomb in their bloody hands<\/p>\n
took the wrong way<\/p>\n
they scattered heads to schoolyards<\/p>\n
they were always like this<\/p>\n
accursed death machines<\/p>\n
they cut blessed breasts<\/p>\n
of heartsick women giving milk<\/p>\n
so that children would not suck<\/p>\n
in order that they would die<\/p>\n
they forgot the heads of children in naphtha holes<\/p>\n
and locked the doors of heaven<\/p>\n
sacksful of fresh children heads<\/p>\n
a photo of a grinning hyena in its shadow<\/p>\n
frozen hearts keeping silent<\/p>\n
the eery clouds, fear and sorrow<\/p>\n
so that tomorrow would not come<\/p>\n
they were always like this<\/p>\n
dash away your tears my angel<\/p>\n
peace and love global- inner<\/p>\n
white feathers are everywhere<\/p>\n
look, pigeons are rotating<\/p>\n
universe is dreamland; creatures are good morning<\/p>\n
world keeps turning just as in its first day<\/p>\n
free and elated moon swings in whitish nights<\/p>\n
we are all like this in the light of lost time<\/p>\n
it was midday; stars started to dance<\/p>\n
while the dawn breaks, they were always like this<\/p>\n
my soul rose garden<\/h1>\n
anatolia dreamland<\/h1>\n
oh beloved, the rose of dreamland<\/p>\n
I have something to say<\/p>\n
silent words<\/p>\n
wriggle, babble<\/p>\n
and echo through verses<\/p>\n
the mountains the ears of which ring<\/p>\n
wanderer dervish, comrade of dream<\/p>\n
plant poem, tie spikes<\/p>\n
nomad of bolkar, dervish<\/p>\n
my fiery heart saw into<\/p>\n
betrayal and prayer<\/p>\n
brooks flow passion and vigour out<\/p>\n
knowing eon their own right<\/p>\n
infinite is in my palms<\/p>\n
mad and his childish heart<\/p>\n
lantern of lost time<\/p>\n
hennaed spring asleep<\/p>\n
sadness is an abyss, smiles<\/p>\n
moon is down, sun is to come up<\/p>\n
in the sempiternal sky of poems<\/p>\n
moony, roseate muslin clouds<\/p>\n
in the sea of love hysteric-mumbling<\/p>\n
misty night-hoary shaman and his rattle<\/p>\n
all of us pursued an old dream<\/p>\n
craggy mountains are lovesick-petted<\/p>\n
famished and snowy white my bright angel<\/p>\n
dog days of summer in south-orange time<\/p>\n
I have molten in my lover\u2019s chest<\/p>\n
speechless<\/p>\n
away from tomorrow<\/p>\n
I talk inside<\/p>\n
my lunatic destiny<\/p>\n
my instrument makes your sound<\/p>\n
my mother tongue turkish, my endless love<\/p>\n
water is fire, love is poetry, and my verse is ballad<\/p>\n
heart of bard is a volcano; his spring is love<\/p>\n
I spun yarn, suffered a lot<\/p>\n
and quaffed the wine of love<\/p>\n
the last fire, the last breath<\/p>\n
flowing from you to me<\/p>\n
farewell is equal to death<\/p>\n
dying self is stone of patience<\/p>\n
mother-naked, birthday suit<\/p>\n
yet you are my purity<\/p>\n
the only pleasure of my penniless heart, love<\/p>\n
I walk the long way of fire<\/p>\n
my heart is fire scene<\/p>\n
barefoot<\/p>\n
am I the one being crimson as wine<\/p>\n
the one flying like a bird and slithering<\/p>\n
am I that bard with a pigeon in his heart<\/p>\n
the one looking with the eye of desire<\/p>\n
the door of my heart is open, step in<\/p>\n
not from the threshold, but from inside of me<\/p>\n
I have arrived by drilling cliffs to taste your flavour<\/p>\n
you, the valley grape of the orchard of my heart<\/p>\n
I will die for you then come alive inside of you<\/p>\n
you, the huge dream tree the shadow of which embrace the whole universe<\/p>\n
roads know me: the man of the roads, birds of passage, and dervish<\/p>\n
I looked for you everywhere in universe, finally found in my self<\/p>\n
my heart is the garden of roses-anatolia is dreamland<\/p>\n
I am not inside of me: mad, factoid, and runaway<\/p>\n
break your chains, tremble, shake yourself and come inside<\/p>\n
imazighen dance<\/h1>\n
who is that one burning in fire<\/p>\n
a drop of water, thousands of lives<\/p>\n
is that myself inside of me<\/p>\n
something flows ray by ray<\/p>\n
to its spring from the well of love<\/p>\n
there exists evil eye traces in your sea eyes<\/p>\n
seeing the tiniest eye of water<\/p>\n
ours is a path of hope, reaching the sun<\/p>\n
golden haired summer is a lovesick girl whose load is salt<\/p>\n
perseveres- berber horses make faraway into close<\/p>\n
the great sahara is too small for mustafa kemal<\/p>\n
now that france has jean darc<\/p>\n
berbers have el-kahine<\/p>\n
red lizard the train passing through love tunnel<\/p>\n
dear rim, I will wait for you at the phosphate station<\/p>\n
destiny scraped on our heart is a wound<\/p>\n
as black as depths of black africa<\/p>\n
ancestor of humanity, culture crown, private of freedom<\/p>\n
tuareg, berber, san bushmen becoming extinct<\/p>\n
when as our love falling in deserts is a drop of ocean<\/p>\n
date eyes are fountains, mind is source of life<\/p>\n
entrance gate and threshold of the infinite<\/p>\n
our blind love is the light of lost time<\/p>\n
once the stars blink in the black hair tents<\/p>\n
berber dance starts at underworld embrasures<\/p>\n
since yesterday, there have been desert lions in sahara and oasis<\/p>\n
freedom torch is the last deserter and the first berber<\/p>\n
I laid the sun and moon at your feet, the hand of bride<\/p>\n
the last picture putting the finger on my soul is dangerous<\/p>\n
me, the sufi dervish whirling<\/p>\n
while cobra blowing reed, hitting a tambourine and dhikring<\/p>\n
shahmaran falls asleep when I touch<\/p>\n
the earth falls into dreams- heavenly<\/p>\n
lip marks are side by side- burning<\/p>\n
\u00a0 not poison, zam-zam and wine we drink<\/p>\n
from magma of poetry, thirstily<\/p>\n
people are equal and fellow<\/p>\n
no war-yes peace<\/p>\n
let us focus on love<\/p>\n
at that moment universe is narrow<\/p>\n
starts imazighen dance not games to die<\/p>\n
crazy dervish<\/h1>\n
me<\/p>\n
neither a commander<\/p>\n
nor<\/p>\n
wealthy<\/p>\n
dream fellow<\/p>\n
poor dervish<\/p>\n
I am a jade colt<\/p>\n
my love is unrequited<\/p>\n
key of the hearts<\/p>\n
running iron<\/p>\n
a good\u00a0horse\u00a0is called bay<\/p>\n
a good man is called batty<\/p>\n
dervish of cosmos<\/h1>\n
through a lifetime having no beginning or end<\/p>\n
I have lived with all of you<\/p>\n
namely just beside your winds<\/p>\n
your breaths, fights, loves and dreams<\/p>\n
in a triangle loaded of energy<\/p>\n
mortal as if he were never to die<\/i><\/p>\n
I wave in a desert sea- tide<\/p>\n
a swan of baize in full moon time<\/p>\n
my shadow and nails became longer- reward<\/p>\n
I got tired of lying on a dream<\/p>\n
a prisoner of being a human \u2013captive<\/p>\n
joseph is at the bottom of the pit<\/p>\n
mustafa is at the desperate peak<\/p>\n
kemal, yunus, mevlana- sufism<\/p>\n
you shivering inside of me, the profound head<\/p>\n
alpha of cosmos ran to seed<\/p>\n
we are teeth of love shells in garden of dreams<\/p>\n
\u201cwhile palms hide kisses\u201d we neigh<\/p>\n
black horses are steed, rivers are shahmaran<\/p>\n
flos elaeagni is snowdrop, waterless sea<\/p>\n
bee with no honey and us<\/p>\n
are at the head of spring<\/p>\n
I have followed a canis lupus-man of ways<\/p>\n
then pitched a marquee, got caught into net, cried<\/p>\n
my tear was a drop of ocean- elbow grease<\/p>\n
I loved, burnt and swallowed a volcano<\/p>\n
then reached the mountains- challenged to seas<\/p>\n
the mad of earth, saint of universe<\/p>\n
wind rose, wind of taurus, flood of dreamland<\/p>\n
runner nomad, dervish of cosmos-my hand<\/p>\n
away from the life, close to it<\/p>\n
\u00a0that poem is for you<\/p>\n
read mavournin<\/p>\n
Istanbul<\/h1>\n
seven seasons, seven regions, seven hills<\/p>\n
where the dreams join together spreading<\/p>\n
well! kings, sultans, robbers and sevens<\/p>\n
ravened Istanbul but they could not consume<\/p>\n
clover in my heart, rhapsodic river, cascade<\/p>\n
house of tulips, tulipas- istanbul<\/p>\n
crowned of all flowers, major remedy of beauty<\/p>\n
whirling in the dance of souls, how the mighty have fallen<\/p>\n
in pursuit of elapsing and lost, nightwalker flower<\/p>\n
come before death, set a slice of smile<\/p>\n
dells of dawn is captive and atrabilious cry of a gull<\/p>\n
a mournful stream flows, kissing shores<\/p>\n
I hold on you istanbul, free and childish<\/p>\n
I eclipsed by you istanbul, my eyeful<\/p>\n
a\u015fukiye<\/h1>\n
all pollution of town descended over me, here<\/p>\n
a breath through winded nights, one more<\/p>\n
I long for green, blue, yellow pine and rainbows<\/p>\n
thirsty for love and snow storm, my flesh is in tatters<\/p>\n
a still sunday morning, my hand reached to the sky<\/p>\n
it was love then I am in ma\u015fukiye again greening in my dreams<\/p>\n
peak of a lost love, hey grand hill, kartepe<\/p>\n
I am free sprawling on your bed<\/p>\n
a mysterious, magical sufi tune calls bard<\/p>\n
azan or coy, which one is writing that poem on the sky<\/p>\n
one of my eyes is sapanca, the other is cove, watch the scene<\/p>\n
we stomp together with meadows, snowdrops, kemancha and reed<\/p>\n
cherkes beauty walks down the river telling \u201cfavour\u201d<\/p>\n
while you sleep in my eyes, yours used to weave love, eternal<\/p>\n
I am in dreamland, I am the sacred phoenix, one side of me is caucasian<\/p>\n
as I drink from spout, I feel thirsty for love, another vessel and another<\/p>\n
freesia<\/h1>\n
sunrise freesia<\/p>\n
focus of love in my heart<\/p>\n
lilac blue- meadow saffron<\/p>\n
I kissed fire- drank snowdrop<\/p>\n
lady’s earrings is lovesick<\/p>\n
lolling against the mountain<\/p>\n
mother-naked rocks<\/p>\n
rojda wear mourning<\/p>\n
shaman is the master of fire<\/p>\n
hayyam is lover of stars<\/p>\n
flower girl of basketmaker<\/p>\n
clouds cry berivan<\/p>\n
the moon beyond the cloud-aybuke<\/p>\n
rock crannies have the right of privacy<\/p>\n
so they distill love by deciphering the pore<\/p>\n
your green eyes hide smiles in her dimples<\/p>\n
if they touch separation<\/p>\n
gives good news of birds-my heart is a birdhouse<\/p>\n
snowy mountains await the arrival of you<\/p>\n
tomorrow is visiting day- my heart is in your fire<\/p>\n
our pupils will catch alight<\/p>\n
shrapnel wound remaining from blood-red dawn<\/p>\n
will blossom into freesias<\/p>\n
yet I was a healing snake relining<\/p>\n
I got burned while eluding from my flesh to fly<\/p>\n
cause I was a nomadic wolf headed shaman with flower crown<\/p>\n
a nomadic passing across the river flowing into its inner spring<\/p>\n
high mualla<\/h1>\n
the one making Istanbul homeland<\/p>\n
rose of osman of beya\u011f\u0131l<\/p>\n
and beyo\u011flu<\/p>\n
language of streets<\/p>\n
high mualla<\/p>\n
she plays the sax<\/p>\n
in kandilli graveyard adays<\/p>\n
nurses the mole at nights<\/p>\n
drunken red horses start to dance<\/p>\n
her dreams sleep under her eyelids<\/p>\n
breasts are free, amber lips are raised<\/p>\n
dry autumn milk, the sea crossed with shore<\/p>\n
rotten scatty lizard, scarlet its edges<\/p>\n
useless are proved prayers<\/p>\n
kneading madness with wisdom<\/p>\n
bringing a scorpion into childhood tales<\/p>\n
besides of violin, mandolin and guitar<\/p>\n
she plays the sax passionately<\/p>\n
high mualla with her frozen mouth<\/p>\n
tides among the arms of accordion<\/p>\n
pandora\u2019s box opens and shuts<\/p>\n
she lives only for pandora<\/p>\n
remaining is rejoice<\/p>\n
everyone is astonished at her<\/p>\n
she harbours motor ahmet<\/p>\n
yet I made a pillow of the moon<\/p>\n
so that calves could lick the night<\/p>\n
then I tied stars with roses<\/p>\n
and touched the life by sculpting my hands<\/p>\n
where is the star – brook is captured in the sea<\/p>\n
the autumn rose faded through ethereal loves<\/p>\n
\u201cshake yourself and wake to you\u201d lie on your dreams<\/p>\n
bear your cross, hang your past on the wall<\/p>\n
sax and clarion are silent, play castanets<\/p>\n
accordion is enough for you, high mualla<\/p>\n
\u201cyesterday I was singing<\/p>\n
today listening to you<\/p>\n
harum-scarum and happy is the life<\/p>\n
how nice and well<\/p>\n
high mualla is waiting for a kiss<\/p>\n
terror the tuberculosis<\/h1>\n
a love has been wasted away<\/p>\n
I have been wasted<\/p>\n
tuberculosis<\/p>\n
if I touch them<\/p>\n
wires of phone<\/p>\n
will be broken<\/p>\n
if I not, they\u2019ll reach you<\/p>\n
bad news travels fast<\/p>\n
while my chest ripping my heart out<\/p>\n
my left lung is theater of war<\/p>\n
roses of blood blossoms in beyo\u011flu<\/p>\n
my heart is beating my chest<\/p>\n
bird screaming in the cage- captivity action<\/p>\n
the other precipice, your lip traces are still alive<\/p>\n
how many falls passed after breaking up<\/p>\n
how many times you beat those pavements<\/p>\n
at every corner there is another trace of eye<\/p>\n
while my dream bathing in a clear fountain<\/p>\n
chains in my heart, your smile in my eye<\/p>\n
I am a lost poet in my own country<\/p>\n
what a pity- what a shame<\/p>\n
mountains are offended- the sea is bereaved<\/p>\n
seven hills are my tiara<\/p>\n
kazanc\u0131 ramp is my youth<\/p>\n
\u201cyek g\u00fclay\u201d peak of sorrow<\/p>\n
boiling hopes roar<\/p>\n
epic night tales\u2019 fever<\/p>\n
village was attacked by bandits while I was far away<\/p>\n
earth became without light of heart<\/p>\n
never does love end by killing the lover<\/p>\n
how many dark bombs burst into our souls<\/p>\n
braves and beauty of dreamland never end<\/p>\n
global city- heaven of love<\/p>\n
istanbul is a fire rose- worth seeing<\/p>\n
while turquoise eyes falling like stars<\/p>\n
hope terrorism to spit blood<\/p>\n
dying alive<\/h1>\n
light wind of light broke the night<\/p>\n
your hair plaiting the moonlight was stringy<\/p>\n
as our dreams were nesting each other<\/p>\n
the one talking dreamy was a tiny hand<\/p>\n
I was in torture, to death, to faith<\/p>\n
light to the rain, the sun to gallows<\/p>\n
my love breaking the night was hung on the sun<\/p>\n
I came across with your sorrow on the narrow-blind roads<\/p>\n
the angel running to the light with freedom in her pillion<\/p>\n
butterfly sharpening her sword and rancour<\/p>\n
night mirrors the moon, so does mirror the face, the moon to the plain<\/p>\n
then watches her own funeral to the end<\/p>\n
whirlwind and eddie of life drag to sky<\/p>\n
common ground of sea and desert is sand-yellow wheel<\/p>\n
I am alone on the way of self- at war<\/p>\n
with you the dark side of the moon looks bright<\/p>\n
defeat and victory are unnameable, let us stop to love<\/p>\n
rivers run inside of me being a dense forest alone<\/p>\n
as you cried while you were being born, poet was not free in 71-81<\/p>\n
while you were flaking in the fire, every part of me was captive<\/p>\n
sway beautiful<\/h1>\n
I open my chest to the winds of winter<\/p>\n
coolness<\/p>\n
I sleeted down the summer lands<\/p>\n
bridal dress<\/p>\n
I have gone beyond the peak of love<\/p>\n
and revealed my secret<\/p>\n
I scratched my wounds<\/p>\n
to find the life<\/p>\n
drunk while watching the fire<\/p>\n
I reached to the sky<\/p>\n
and washed with the wine<\/p>\n
went around vineyard<\/p>\n
as I kissed red, the rose was adorned<\/p>\n
her mouth sang out<\/p>\n
I reached the white mountain<\/p>\n
having nevus on her chin<\/p>\n
I dipped all sorts of flower<\/p>\n
and got into honey with you<\/p>\n
get words out of your tongue sweeter than honey<\/p>\n
with your white curly hair like jacinth<\/p>\n
with ruffled fringe skirt<\/p>\n
and the axis of equator on your belt<\/p>\n
sway beautiful<\/p>\n
swing and swing again<\/p>\n
do not let your honey bubble eyes<\/p>\n
touch the barriers<\/p>\n
there are eye traces in your eye<\/p>\n
dreamland is narrow for us<\/p>\n
in the lost times<\/p>\n
a dance starts<\/p>\n
whirling<\/p>\n
mountains come closer<\/p>\n
beloved come closer<\/p>\n
hand by hand<\/p>\n
erosion<\/h1>\n
green was dying<\/p>\n
flower was fading<\/p>\n
trees were crying<\/p>\n
loves were decaying<\/p>\n
humanity was melting<\/p>\n
soil was sliding<\/p>\n
mountains were undressing<\/p>\n
hills were shrinking<\/p>\n
rocks were enlarging<\/p>\n
tired of a dream<\/h1>\n
you in my dream<\/p>\n
are not cheery<\/p>\n
light in my eye<\/p>\n
is not enormity<\/p>\n
me on my face<\/p>\n
isn\u2019t flesh<\/p>\n
me inside of me<\/p>\n
isn\u2019t forbidden<\/p>\n
\u00a0deaf mute on my tongue<\/p>\n
is not crescent<\/p>\n
fading rose<\/p>\n
is not september<\/p>\n
heigh<\/p>\n
do not shoot the dawn<\/p>\n
the sun is blessing the love<\/p>\n
is aurora made of golden<\/p>\n
the blue lighthouse inside me<\/p>\n
drying sycamore of having not love<\/p>\n
and we are having death throes<\/p>\n
sky of the blind is without beams<\/p>\n
a drop of ocean<\/p>\n
lip trace on the photograph<\/p>\n
please button your lips<\/p>\n
well then my child<\/p>\n
of which dream I am tired<\/p>\n
zeibekiko<\/h1>\n
fire scene of love-celestial<\/p>\n
nude and silent night<\/p>\n
milk white and mother-naked<\/p>\n
the moon is related to the night<\/p>\n
night to the gun barrel<\/p>\n
that is lip red- live ember<\/p>\n
I kissed the night for a last time<\/p>\n
hey warrior<\/p>\n
hush and listen<\/p>\n
endless silence<\/p>\n
as the scream of blind night<\/p>\n
touch the blue<\/p>\n
the moonlight receded<\/p>\n
falling star inside me<\/p>\n
green and light jade<\/p>\n
the flash lightning inside<\/p>\n
blow the crazy breeze<\/p>\n
the last zephyr- the first trade wind<\/p>\n
the last flower springing to life<\/p>\n
inside the crevice<\/p>\n
is dying in the pot<\/p>\n
red-blooded leaning on the night<\/p>\n
the rifle whose barrel bushing out<\/p>\n
dawn is on the wind<\/p>\n
I am into the nightwalker dreams<\/p>\n
nestling to the mountains on the quiet<\/p>\n
singing a ballad<\/p>\n
kemal\u2019s song<\/p>\n
yellow crocus purple violet<\/p>\n
star-like flowers<\/p>\n
\u00a0piko weaves vignette by vignette<\/p>\n
victory feast starts with the sun<\/p>\n
wedding bairam zeibekiko<\/p>\n
eurasia<\/h1>\n
what lovely wind kissing my window<\/p>\n
ten steps from pendik to peking<\/p>\n
the thousand kilometres too near<\/p>\n
voyager writes epopee \u2013manas<\/p>\n
asia -land of ancestors- rose and heart<\/p>\n
moon faced, almond-eyed altai<\/p>\n
wet rail, slipping time<\/p>\n
the last lip mark of the sun<\/p>\n
every moment passing nicely is<\/p>\n
\u00a0a stone\u2019s throw away<\/p>\n
culvert and the silk road<\/p>\n
connecting you to me<\/p>\n
sar\u0131kam\u0131\u015f<\/h1>\n
they came back<\/p>\n
from fire land<\/p>\n
the lost birds<\/p>\n
whirling semah in the sky<\/p>\n
in the war of ninety three<\/p>\n
they whirled too<\/p>\n
it was not the crane time<\/p>\n
winter birds came back<\/p>\n
looking at sar\u0131kam\u0131\u015f-kars eternally<\/p>\n
I fell in love with a caucasian girl, azeri<\/p>\n
speckled partridge ricochets, slips on the ice<\/p>\n
sheik shamil and his sword came back<\/p>\n
ararat with rosy white face perished<\/p>\n
shaking sparkle horse and enver<\/p>\n
smelt death, his eyes twitched<\/p>\n
silk plains were in snow the height of a cane<\/p>\n
mountains and brooks cried, everywhere is blood<\/p>\n
the brave cuddling up to his horse and gun<\/p>\n
lying without tag and shroud<\/p>\n
wake into dreams and lullabies, come<\/p>\n
green and be suffused with the mountain kaf<\/p>\n
sar\u0131kam\u0131\u015f fell; sorrow was snowy white<\/p>\n
c\u0131ld\u0131r went mad – quarters grey – hope fell into dream<\/p>\n
losers wore icy shrouds, graveless<\/p>\n
arpacay thawed, melted like the lives<\/p>\n
fire of snow, snowdrop, full moon and sorrel<\/p>\n
sun feels blue and pick up shells in the dark<\/p>\n
flower that blossoms – bleeds<\/p>\n
a hundred twenty thousand times<\/p>\n
the flower freezing in the ember hearts<\/p>\n
fire in quarters<\/h1>\n
crazy wind and his brave son black train<\/p>\n
how many tunnels getting to freedom you passed<\/p>\n
freezing fire connects foreign lands to home<\/p>\n
I am in love with that coal-eyed ant<\/p>\n
the snake clinging his own light while loving<\/p>\n
lost, orphan, destitute, savage<\/p>\n
the moment of love and sorrow, moment of fire and rebirth<\/p>\n
escapee, storm, cry – the heart of shaman<\/p>\n
the light of cow mehmet, his holy khan<\/p>\n
intestine full of blood in uluk\u0131\u015fla<\/p>\n
we drink white kumiss with anise smell, blood<\/p>\n
the last turbulence coming through time<\/p>\n
orisons to \u00fclgen dying and resurging<\/p>\n
in a mystical smash on a journey to cosmos<\/p>\n
asparagus- the holy fire of juniper<\/p>\n
sick- evil spirits, bad vibes are out<\/p>\n
shamanic journey, vineyard house of trance<\/p>\n
ember heart anatolia, motherland of turks<\/p>\n
ear of wheat-plenitude, shining face, ember of heart<\/p>\n
my oath, others rifled my first love and the last bud<\/p>\n
my destiny, broken saz, my breath and ney player<\/p>\n
my mother who is weighed down, wizard of poems- wolf of fire<\/p>\n
iron horse heading for dream of night<\/p>\n
\u201cthe train comes. it comes well, lei lei sweet heart\u201d<\/p>\n
hey firefighter! one more shovel of coal, love in ember<\/p>\n
it vaporized as heated, wet railways got lost<\/p>\n
bolkar burnt, I want to get off the train in uluk\u0131\u015fla station<\/p>\n
eyes are siblings<\/h1>\n
greetings to other eye<\/p>\n
heroes are in blossom<\/p>\n
\u00a0I worship words of wisdom and hazel eyes<\/p>\n
lover that focuses on love<\/p>\n
fuzuli, nesimi, yunus<\/p>\n
mighty and generous fellows<\/p>\n
rigor and suffer of the world<\/p>\n
live in my eyes<\/p>\n
so do dead silence<\/p>\n
and cries of children in war<\/p>\n
my heart is a fire scene<\/p>\n
my tears are flood of people<\/p>\n
as embers fall into dreams<\/p>\n
fires of spring shoot forth<\/p>\n
in pleasure of sibling eyes<\/p>\n
live together lost and dead loves<\/p>\n
yet I got lost in your eyes<\/p>\n
and died of the bends in honey bubble eyes<\/p>\n
your twitching eyes fired are blind<\/p>\n
look and see flowers, bugs and love<\/p>\n
your sharpened smoky lashes are arrows<\/p>\n
shoot me on the petals<\/p>\n
two cities eyes to eyes<\/p>\n
let hazar flow into aegean sea<\/p>\n
baku in izmir<\/p>\n
kar\u015f\u0131yaka in baku<\/p>\n
cities on the wings of my wind<\/p>\n
\u201ctwo states, one nation\u201d<\/p>\n
their light is a ballad of friendship<\/p>\n
coming together of graceful days<\/p>\n
dance of fire, impulse of loves<\/p>\n
blood kiss<\/h1>\n
I opened my eyes in an almshouse in my dream<\/p>\n
thinking and kissing were crime<\/p>\n
yet I kissed only the sun<\/p>\n
loved and smelt the anatolian fire<\/p>\n
prison- bedlam is fading- weird<\/p>\n
my lip mark started to laugh- id est<\/p>\n
light were flowing on my cheek<\/p>\n
red dawn of lips vanished<\/p>\n
the last kiss and smoked mirror<\/p>\n
blood mark- kiss of death<\/p>\n
I put a cross on the world with my blood and<\/p>\n
had a trip across the universe in my dreams<\/p>\n
eternal and unending<\/p>\n
the sun runs around my axis<\/p>\n
I drank up my lips\u2019 red whirling<\/p>\n
an ardent-silent and deep sorrow in my heart<\/p>\n
of free dreams and laughter with pincers<\/p>\n
I am passing by a river in a bloody bed<\/p>\n
by k\u0131z\u0131l\u0131rmak- flooding and running its source<\/p>\n
the river wringed my throat- I am a slave<\/p>\n
yet I am free in my cell!<\/p>\n
a slipping whistle on my lips<\/p>\n
the crazy light buried into death<\/p>\n
the snow tulip blooming in graveyard<\/p>\n
my sap arising from dead as it was kissed<\/p>\n
my lip mark freshened-shahmaran<\/p>\n
my lips started up- burning on the mirror<\/p>\n
the moon light wringed my tongue, wild-spiral<\/p>\n
in sleep-on query-in judgement ordered and adjudged<\/p>\n
bullets were shot by lead letters<\/p>\n
shaking my hand is hand of light in darkness<\/p>\n
the loon who raped the history<\/p>\n
who was that kissing me in shelter<\/p>\n
who did I kiss in torture<\/p>\n
did zephyr break the glass of love<\/p>\n
did pencil do away with the poet<\/p>\n
when the flower of twilight bloomed, I was lonesome<\/p>\n
with the blood leaking from history\u2019s lips<\/p>\n
I wrote an era whose cherry was popped<\/p>\n
a letter to a death poet<\/h1>\n
ancient wisdom from altai to bolkar<\/p>\n
wind at the centre of the circle- sacred ballad<\/p>\n
black lake watched and listened- coolness<\/p>\n
embroidered uplands were his confidants<\/p>\n
on the edge- in the passage of poetry- had you missed, you would have come<\/p>\n
roses fallen in the moment between my eyelids in february<\/p>\n
\u00a0 smiling glazed mirror was my hidden secret-fire land<\/p>\n
stars were broken into pieces as they burnt out- disillusion<\/p>\n
shadow falling into darkness- bloodless and unscented<\/p>\n
I reached victory purifying from passion-bodiless<\/p>\n
loneliness coming with night – wringed my neck<\/p>\n
corpse was dead alive \u2013 without love and poetry<\/p>\n
birds of passage carried life to other dreams<\/p>\n
we made love without a word- you were too mean to give your love<\/p>\n
for a barefoot woman whose hair smells soil<\/p>\n
you planted poems in your charred heart- you said you would die- for her<\/p>\n
you lost the fire of soul swaying on the focus of your dreams- you died<\/p>\n
yet I still write through a virtual reality- beyond reach<\/p>\n
dance of the shaman<\/h1>\n
ice blue altai mountains<\/p>\n
the first white summer is waiting for you<\/p>\n
sentinel delta on my forehead is yellow<\/p>\n
perhaps that smaragdine light is my birthmark<\/p>\n
I am escapee in a deep inner diving<\/p>\n
uncle kam- from which dream I fell<\/p>\n
who is that me finding me inside my dream<\/p>\n
where did my ancestors wake as I was sleeping<\/p>\n
shambala, belovodia-altai ranges- top of belucha<\/p>\n
black jades and healing herbs are the faces of love<\/p>\n
the writing inside the circle and sacred triangle<\/p>\n
familiar daughter of another forgotten time<\/p>\n
a mellifluous melody with gleaming fire<\/p>\n
starting is a soulful fire dance<\/p>\n
I am in the fire and dance<\/p>\n
fire and dance are inside me<\/p>\n
awareness- internal essence, my soul and flesh<\/p>\n
I am dancing between two worlds- tidal<\/p>\n
a tale of love, luciferous and lively breath of witch<\/p>\n
my dreams are made of water and fire- lost sound of mountains<\/p>\n
endless and timeless- land of wisdom and elegance<\/p>\n
my homeland is burning to fire- celestial light<\/p>\n
dreamland is into icy rocks white- clement<\/p>\n
you the mysterious belodovia- your door is unlocked<\/p>\n
your love and power is free- I wish I passed threshold and entered<\/p>\n
\u00a0you the woman of fire hold my hands \u2013 the energy filling my body<\/p>\n
sorrow peak of desire-amber pyramid- narrow and scarped<\/p>\n
the moon is a bearskin- gazelle is its friend- my only fellow is silence<\/p>\n
a lightning inside of me is flowing to a child- scented flower<\/p>\n
near the blue lake where huge pines hold a grudge against the sun<\/p>\n
a fawn- spring bird- witch-hunter and the crazy rifle<\/p>\n
who is that sleeping baby in my dream, hunter or prey<\/p>\n
crabgrass on inaccessible mountains is hair and beard of the earth<\/p>\n
white haired hills bow to blue lake- then love dance starts<\/p>\n
ice of the sky is being broken- drum is crying- horses with their red buckles<\/p>\n
fire reaches to upper world- dream turns to real<\/p>\n
me- inside the circle, out of the triangle- blue collar<\/p>\n
I was the last gazelle being a shield onto drum\u2019s chest<\/p>\n
the shaman headed mad knob was beating me<\/p>\n
with a nice pain I was shaken and awaken<\/p>\n
expostulate on god<\/h1>\n
\u00a0in the dance of moses and bower as whirling<\/p>\n
we stoned the devil by cursing<\/p>\n
the rod tied to a cross in the lost times<\/p>\n
suffered in the garden of mary, jesus<\/p>\n
as searching for a sip of mohammed<\/p>\n
trouble of beheaded h\u00fcseyin is ali the lion of desert<\/p>\n
cursed fruits of vintage in heaven<\/p>\n
rib of adam is crushed, his angels are reptilian<\/p>\n
strokes in cold waters are savage to lives<\/p>\n
they were tang of our patience, restless in our hearts<\/p>\n
god of storms<\/h1>\n
akda\u011f and ye\u015fil\u0131rmak<\/p>\n
my fellow is<\/p>\n
pure and voiceless<\/p>\n
waking up with a crow<\/p>\n
on behalf of heroines<\/p>\n
oh crikey<\/p>\n
teshup, god of storms<\/p>\n
stole water from a well<\/p>\n
he lost his legs and arms<\/p>\n
dragon god is ferocious<\/p>\n
heights and rivers tremble<\/p>\n
eurasia and amasya write epopees<\/p>\n
for mustafa kemal, for the sun and moon<\/p>\n
storm of era \u2013 escapee wind<\/p>\n
the first cry of my voice \u2013first spring<\/p>\n
the last mountain algae I kissed<\/p>\n
flowers bloom on my lips<\/p>\n
in cherry and red apples time<\/p>\n
every sacred kiss was warm<\/p>\n
flower images flapping around<\/p>\n
honey of bee, red crane- man of the roads<\/p>\n
anger is black-tobacco is yellow<\/p>\n
tears of mary<\/p>\n
way of wine is laid with mines<\/p>\n
roaring silky river<\/p>\n
night turns to ice<\/p>\n
what is the point of seasons<\/p>\n
sun of afternoon is still harvesting<\/p>\n
with its short life and long shadow<\/p>\n
wind harvests the anatolian crops<\/p>\n
water purifies its hair in mirrors<\/p>\n
which king whose hands are washed by love<\/p>\n
is a blindfolded enormous butterfly<\/p>\n
claw of poetry is a fire heart<\/p>\n
a forsaken dining table, a tale home<\/p>\n
a hidden endemic flower of eden<\/p>\n
darkness and cruelty are blind dwarves<\/p>\n
our hopes are higher than mountains<\/p>\n
we stood over a spring<\/p>\n
and built turquoise domes<\/p>\n
pull the golden globe down \u2013out of season<\/p>\n
force your tears back when they are dried<\/p>\n
tear your poetry notebook and your fate<\/p>\n
is it possible for phoenix to scratch his eyes out<\/p>\n
his hair is feminine and soft like sands<\/p>\n
neither feather nor tuff but pollens of fire<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0 oh the stormy love \u2013 ginger yellow<\/p>\n
bird of the crumpled love is mournful<\/p>\n
teshup is lost-mountains and rivers of sorrow<\/p>\n
turquoise lake borabay-elmasiye-barakl\u0131<\/p>\n
flag of love on the bastion of harshena \u2013red and white<\/p>\n
ripe ear corns and blue hayfork<\/p>\n
g\u00f6kay the wise owl-seek refuge in wine<\/p>\n
elder man asked inside with his blue eyes<\/p>\n
oh my son is the war over<\/p>\n
the forefinger of god<\/h1>\n
there was not last omen through future without first<\/p>\n
god made a sign on the anvil of love<\/p>\n
nailed your teeth then put the devil inside you<\/p>\n
first evil ate a piece of rosebay as if balkara<\/p>\n
dearest of the heart in sugar spring<\/p>\n
whose load of peace blew ash of far horizon<\/p>\n
wind of fire embraces and pats the copper night<\/p>\n
kisses of heaven rain, moon light is stud<\/p>\n
demons deal with their drops of fire<\/p>\n
sahara was empyrean; we made love on a craft<\/p>\n
for being near to angel of milky way<\/p>\n
and forefinger of the god<\/p>\n
eve should be winnowed into the air – beaten in mortars<\/p>\n
the rib of adam is a hidden kite<\/p>\n
\u00a0we worship to a drop of wild water that should be loved crazily<\/p>\n
the god illuminating our ways makes the light blind<\/p>\n
we are rich to be none in nonentity<\/p>\n
wizard of love, healer hanging down in rags in sky<\/p>\n
root ways in a dream – hope is the secret on his forefinger<\/p>\n
we are the source of light in an eternal and timeless orbit<\/p>\n
a drop of water<\/h1>\n
white dreams tailed to rhythm of love<\/p>\n
time of motley grapes and sparrow with rose beak<\/p>\n
large celestial cloud leaned on flat mountains<\/p>\n
forties crashed forty times into the first spring of water<\/p>\n
they are smutty, bloody eyes should be touched<\/p>\n
do not look with an evil eye; do not make me blind, my inner eye shines<\/p>\n
falling from this fire to my share is a piece of ember<\/p>\n
magma of poetry is mighty into the fire<\/p>\n
shirin on the mountain kaf is the blue on the arm of spruce<\/p>\n
the soft knee of a wet and offended cat is burnt down<\/p>\n
tear giving blood and life to the dead rain is witness<\/p>\n
face of a cadaver smiling to the droughty requiems is net<\/p>\n
a whole era is lying down at full length<\/p>\n
hunchbacked step of stairs \u2013 beating evidence<\/p>\n
a blind broken key, winder tongue, fez of imam<\/p>\n
mine is the footfall of a confidant rabbit<\/p>\n
that frightens the hunter; eye and iron sight, I am fallowed<\/p>\n
close your hazel eyes – lie down on matrix<\/p>\n
flip your hair remaining of your yesterday\u2019s dream<\/p>\n
hold your earlobes, shut your ears<\/p>\n
open your ears and lobes wide<\/p>\n
wintertime, my moustache and beard is icy<\/p>\n
through a divine breath the ice of life is thawed<\/p>\n
eddy, oblation, knot of a shawl, gipsy basket<\/p>\n
oxeye, besni, boiling black grape wine<\/p>\n
water of a prayer rug running down the cheek of beloved<\/p>\n
lucid like poison waters, then I shall cry inside<\/p>\n
men of chukurova utter blasphemies<\/p>\n
moldy tongues of mold \u2013 satin fur of oat<\/p>\n
as the tunnel in bolkar is running to sky of earth<\/p>\n
the first locomotive sliding on rails quietened<\/p>\n
naked piston shuttles on the old way<\/p>\n
dawn is the fellow of the life, opening into pandora<\/p>\n
sound of a pipe sings a song and brushes my hair<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0 I have stood to the night, crisp licks my chest<\/p>\n
passagers of south give good news on the window<\/p>\n
I am pregnant with a poem,<\/p>\n
craving heartily, my body is a basket of images<\/p>\n
I long for imaginative peach, apple and cherries<\/p>\n
my body is the light of a lightning shivering<\/p>\n
my heart is the lost land of the god, ancient quick<\/p>\n
sclera leaking out heartbreak is celestial water<\/p>\n
the thing joining me to you is not delirious rivers<\/p>\n
a drop of water flowing to the heart<\/p>\n
nietzsche<\/h1>\n
a huge \u201choly yes!…\u201d<\/p>\n
echoed for a bunch of love<\/p>\n
the camel loaded with its fate onto the back<\/p>\n
buried sorrow and neurosis inside<\/p>\n
it had an illusion and kissed the dust willingly<\/p>\n
he melted and revived just to spite those voting no<\/p>\n
and checked the truth through himself<\/p>\n
then headed towards bloody facts – by dying out<\/p>\n
his corpse recovered so well that he went down<\/p>\n
drinking the wine of betrayal and loyalty<\/p>\n
it slavered over his sorcerer dove- crazily<\/p>\n
he slept in the streets and deserts<\/p>\n
then woke up in his dream, liberty was clemency<\/p>\n
he turned towards an unfinished love \u2013 cried<\/p>\n
in a drop of ocean swam a few strokes to death<\/p>\n
what is the reason of your daring and fearless nudity<\/p>\n
your strong voice and steel heart is free<\/p>\n
your enlarging great shadow never settles<\/p>\n
your eyes and wings feeling my oats are my dignity<\/p>\n
I get undressed for a thousands time on the anvil of soul<\/p>\n
mine is an utopian era and a sacred love<\/p>\n
shivering in the light of a thunderbolt unconsciously<\/p>\n
pliers never open my teeth; let your lips take on their own<\/p>\n
rose of love- dream fractures is my body, sorrow is honey bubble<\/p>\n
kiss, touch and then create the mountain kaf with your borrowed heart<\/p>\n
yours is a kind of ripple being aware of awareness<\/p>\n
deadly ethereal love, birth pain, fear of being created<\/p>\n
I must save the inner savoir, it is the only way to get rid of him<\/p>\n
ku\u015fadas\u0131<\/h1>\n
silky<\/p>\n
house of soul<\/p>\n
pearl of an oyster<\/p>\n
bush bloomed<\/p>\n
hey voyager dervish<\/p>\n
send your voice to mine<\/p>\n
then everywhere brighten with the light<\/p>\n
carried by your voice, then sky breaks up<\/p>\n
broken stars are just like sweet corns<\/p>\n
let them fire and pop inside our mouths<\/p>\n
\u00a0once efes got cold with a breath<\/p>\n
of the peace birds with winged hearts<\/p>\n
wine of \u015firince boiled down to heart sore<\/p>\n
I drank you sip-by-sip beauty of island<\/p>\n
for ballads bled aloud I cried inside<\/p>\n
and nestled in voice of red poems<\/p>\n
I was scratched in a lost age many times<\/p>\n
I wish I were seed for canaries, need of loves<\/p>\n
my tea was brewed under the sun of fishermen<\/p>\n
you were not here I got my share<\/p>\n
then held on to your white shadow<\/p>\n
the whole universe and dreamland are narrow for us<\/p>\n
there was a full moon where hopes dashed<\/p>\n
lip mark of a lost city<\/h1>\n
an undiscovered call invites me<\/p>\n
I washed on the skin of sun, purified<\/p>\n
holy rose lake, healing crops<\/p>\n
shaman, the god with castanet of music and dance<\/p>\n
fire is blue; altars were wrecked one by one<\/p>\n
prosperity came and shahmaran reared up<\/p>\n
light of the darkness in bunuba land<\/p>\n
elixir of love, verenika I adore you<\/p>\n
god inside me is surprised, earth and sky is at peace<\/p>\n
you, the love of the lost city, charming soft fard<\/p>\n
golden tooth of the full moon, girl of the white rocks and island<\/p>\n
I drink chica and chew coco leaf from your mouth<\/p>\n
while I trace, water seek for a new course<\/p>\n
let us go beyond the sacred river and mountains, flower of era<\/p>\n
men of taikus and sons of the sun, Incas<\/p>\n
mayas fermented the lake from china to machine<\/p>\n
efes, lip mark of a lost city, worth kissing rocks<\/p>\n
we hallowed the love, a thousand jack men, and the hittite sun<\/p>\n
atlantis is dawn; anatolia is homeland and brothers in semah<\/p>\n
scent of a mother<\/h1>\n
her love was for everyone, smart on his wedding<\/p>\n
water burning in fire was poor<\/p>\n
mum was light for the village she was born in<\/p>\n
her palm was closed, her skin was wrinkled<\/p>\n
my elixir was scent of mum and her milk<\/p>\n
the mill tumbling in the water of soul<\/p>\n
melancholy in a lost love<\/p>\n
the most precious is the love to mother<\/p>\n
fear of death in runaway days<\/p>\n
the world revolves, I feel dizzy mum<\/p>\n
however, nothing changes, time is a sculpture made by a shaman<\/p>\n
how many children were left orphans by the war<\/p>\n
the voice coming from distant stars is blue exile<\/p>\n
mum\u2019s cry was stunted and silent<\/p>\n
she was a drop of water in oceans<\/p>\n
my feelings do not turn to green mum<\/p>\n
actually my fancies deceived me<\/p>\n
I got lost in the night, you were my eyes<\/p>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0my mother was buried into touching ballads<\/p>\n
yet I am with you every moment, you do not exist<\/p>\n
your grass green eyes falling to my dreams<\/p>\n
your calloused hands, water in a golden cup in time of fallow<\/p>\n
her silky touch was a pain, a longing<\/p>\n
I extend my hand to branches; my palm is full of your hennaed hair<\/p>\n
the eye looking down upon, her every breath is a fountain of wisdom<\/p>\n
if they said \u201cwhat a pity\u201d, I would cry my heart out<\/p>\n
rivers and water birds are core of my heart<\/p>\n
roses of \u0131sparta were hushed, carpets were hurried<\/p>\n
ginger blinked her eyes in crannies silently<\/p>\n
god of the scents is the healing scent of a mother<\/p>\n
black mamba<\/h1>\n
two mothers of a child<\/p>\n
giving birth and bringing up<\/p>\n
that shadow woman in the mirror<\/p>\n
hung on a clotheshorse<\/p>\n
sculptor under the wise rain<\/p>\n
picks fire from his heart<\/p>\n
when the capital poet sneezed<\/p>\n
the moon quakes, oriels are ruined<\/p>\n
we are all hypnotized by horror<\/p>\n
greasy rope is black mamba<\/p>\n
poisonous green, femininity is victory<\/p>\n
love is burnt sorrowful colour of life<\/p>\n
your eyes are source of energy mamba<\/p>\n
your eyes are as precious as water<\/p>\n
lick the water; kiss the soil, snake of nile, black mamba<\/p>\n
why do we need war – let us dance<\/p>\n
vultures besieged to the passageway of time<\/p>\n
elixir of death and roses of blood is beamless time<\/p>\n
boss-eyed and enigmatic things patted our souls<\/p>\n
latin beauty black mamba is in diurnation<\/p>\n
matter of sleep and death<\/p>\n
a cobra is dancing imazighen<\/p>\n
reptile and steel eyed headwaters<\/p>\n
face to face with the first twilight flower<\/p>\n
yellow master of desert black mamba<\/p>\n
akuna never knew his father<\/p>\n
his no name mother is hidden under a stone<\/p>\n
he sucked his creamy finger<\/p>\n
being used to be pampered \u2013 let us drink tequila<\/p>\n
elevated poems are banned; teenager bite love<\/p>\n
side effects of dreams were sleep walker<\/p>\n
breeze stirring through the breath of summer<\/p>\n
that crossbred girl was a magnificent bomb ah<\/p>\n
exploded \u2013 danced with its tongue black mamba<\/p>\n
worker bee from el paso molests to the sun<\/p>\n
sea is washed by the moonlight<\/p>\n
when your eyes were blue I was swarthy<\/p>\n
we worship to thousands of children and flowers<\/p>\n
your eyes is a mirror so that stars can brush their hair<\/p>\n
demure scent of graveyard is marijuana<\/p>\n
akuana, the trace of the purple sun, was sick and weak<\/p>\n
death is gravity, palm tree with amber head<\/p>\n
gets lost like a wind rose on your shadow being an old fall<\/p>\n
thousands of sacred blue songs and a baby cry<\/p>\n
ophelia was the last angel- the lightest blue was turquoise<\/p>\n
sugarcane-yellow tobacco-ron-salsa-tango-samba<\/p>\n
are you ready for an endless journey, black mamba<\/p>\n
the last kariz digger<\/h1>\n
life at the zero point, centre of the universe<\/p>\n
water on the burning water, blood inside capillary<\/p>\n
kariz is labour, track of civilization, heart of uyghur<\/p>\n
my source is god mountain, my horizon is turfan<\/p>\n
man of yuanmou, beijing or kokturk<\/p>\n
name of the girl is rose, boy is soul, and I am brother dursun<\/p>\n
tong su of yarnaz, sad\u0131r the kashgartsy wrestler<\/p>\n
great love of eurasia, the silk road connecting me to you<\/p>\n
rice, tea, grape, sparkle, torch, my two eyes<\/p>\n
I searched for my roots in the oil lamp in kariz, we need peace<\/p>\n
\u201csons and daughters are all one heart at the storm time\u201d<\/p>\n
they are bonding the new wall and the last kariz by dancing<\/p>\n
kariz beauty arzug\u00fcl sing a mulan song, lake on the moon<\/p>\n
the blue bird dying during morning sport! do not call me, my sky is empty<\/p>\n
neither wine of kariz nor slanting eye<\/p>\n
taoist shaman mother is dancing for harvest, what a lovely tile<\/p>\n
phoenix with golden wings bit the tiger in north savannah<\/p>\n
I looked down on from altays, to the dream fire, hunter was shot<\/p>\n
he was washed in a pot, burnt and his ashes were flown to sky<\/p>\n
in the darkness of river I watered my blue horse, my night was calmed down<\/p>\n
the last kariz: ancestor tracks, thousands of flowers bloom in the cem ceremony- lovers<\/p>\n
almond eyed badeg\u00fcl, honey leaks from words, sorrow is bairam<\/p>\n
eye of my heart bled, I cried inside and melted gram by gram<\/p>\n
why we need captivity, I am free; each chain is a broken arm<\/p>\n
a tale of love<\/h1>\n
when the golden candles lightened<\/p>\n
\u201csky is love, earth is passion\u201d<\/p>\n
fire birds glances with their eyes of heart<\/p>\n
wild colt runs horse head with death<\/p>\n
even if the sun lose its speed, hours do not stop<\/p>\n
blue winged birds are the alas of heart- luna<\/p>\n
is the one blowing both hot and cold<\/p>\n
peace and sorrow are quite close to us<\/p>\n
freedom is intractable \u2013 crazy<\/p>\n
land of poetry eternal and timeless<\/p>\n
you shall burn in the fire of love<\/p>\n
the pigeons are whirling again<\/p>\n
universe is dreamland, good morrow to creatures<\/p>\n
elegiac d\u00f6ne<\/h1>\n
\u201cwho cried here at dawn<\/p>\n
there are tears on the grass\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I am d\u00f6ne with my braided golden hair<\/p>\n
you are veteran taborer coward nomad land<\/p>\n
we were the last yuruks on bolkar plateau<\/p>\n
I spun wool with a spindle whirling<\/p>\n
winded hanks, suffered a lot smolderingly<\/p>\n
do not worry my gallant, the sun returned its home<\/p>\n
tell me your love, my heart is on your side.<\/p>\n
fellow<\/h1>\n
lover<\/p>\n
scar<\/p>\n
feller<\/p>\n
honey of love<\/p>\n
age of gazelle<\/p>\n
shaman dance<\/p>\n
devoted shall smile<\/p>\n
in the floral valley<\/p>\n
the rain shall let up<\/p>\n
ballads are blithe<\/p>\n
\u00a0salt is whirling semah in a cave<\/p>\n
a full moon on the top of \u0131lgaz<\/p>\n
a donkey on the threshold, looking tamely<\/p>\n
there is an evil eye trace on its eye<\/p>\n
your friendly eyes are childlike<\/p>\n
a floral rain drops<\/p>\n
poetry and art are always right<\/p>\n
eldivan village in elmac\u0131<\/p>\n
naz\u0131m and kemal tahir<\/p>\n
twill floral fabric in dungeon<\/p>\n
flower is hidden his valley<\/p>\n
from \u00e7ank\u0131r\u0131 to \u00e7ankaya<\/p>\n
a long walk is kemal love<\/p>\n
sometimes on foot, sometime mounted<\/p>\n
tarkana<\/h1>\n
tar<\/p>\n
kan<\/p>\n
tarkan<\/p>\n
tarkana<\/p>\n
holy mother<\/p>\n
doing shaman dance<\/p>\n
day lasts more than a thousand years<\/p>\n
mother naiman\u2019s hair is<\/p>\n
red hot sun and forty brave men<\/p>\n
commander of oraz, drooping willow<\/p>\n
crescent, my moon headed angel of love<\/p>\n
fire in the iron dust, kumiss in goat skin<\/p>\n
snowy white- blotless, mare\u2019s milk is our juice<\/p>\n
our faces of altai reflect to shining lake of light<\/p>\n
red tug of war flaps, the white headed colt<\/p>\n
shall be a victim bending its head in front of the tomb<\/p>\n
cry to the old wise dervish with white beard,<\/p>\n
cry for your hopes, glide from rocks; do not go for nothing but osh<\/p>\n
mount suleiman is the tear of aisa, make a wish, three is fine<\/p>\n
rose falls on veil and white neck, during the cool morrow<\/p>\n
the beauty having beauty spots on her florid cheeks wanders on her feet with anklet<\/p>\n
her smiling spring like eyes ogle by smelling the far<\/p>\n
what kind of loves you fell down, how many epics you penned in chains<\/p>\n
the great manas, mankurt without beam, apple worm at the pace of a snail<\/p>\n
the sun is on the hope tree and an apple falling from tree on its shadow is a life<\/p>\n
sons of tarkana valley, kirghiz girls, summers with poppy corn<\/p>\n
altai- freedom through the mane of a horse, phoenixes and geese dance<\/p>\n
they song ballads with an only voice screaming, burning \u2013 reeds are side by side<\/p>\n
rose and the family tree of poetry are lives,<\/p>\n
the eye of my heart cried- I flew down gram by gram<\/p>\n
epic kubaba<\/h1>\n
you; god woman kubaba, your breasts are black grape baskets<\/p>\n
lord of uranos (god of the sky), the first slave of gaia<\/p>\n
quiet voice of the lightning wings of fire, milking the blue clouds<\/p>\n
seed of the storm god teshuba, land of kizzuwatna<\/p>\n
a drop of blood from the crazy river, red wine flew from the truncated head<\/p>\n
you were not at the first posterity war, which tough god created you<\/p>\n
a snake derived from the shadow of the family tree and hung onto your throat<\/p>\n
vagabond kumarbi of hattusash made the love bleed with cuneiform<\/p>\n
love that is the marriage of soil in hurri land, ivriz horse<\/p>\n
poet mates with angel, first spring is in white bed<\/p>\n
thunderbolt falls down; bread and water burn<\/p>\n
beauty of troja is like a nuptial night, six titans are born<\/p>\n
delirious kubaba evolves out of her fetus and milks love<\/p>\n
she buries her hennaed placenta, red river bleeds<\/p>\n
she removes her rib and makes a scythe, then sharpens it in her bosom<\/p>\n
she castrates the sky father, squeezes his testicles and takes his breath away<\/p>\n
kronos of the second generation releases his sperms inside his sister<\/p>\n
she is shackled by her fate, swallow them drop by drop<\/p>\n
soul distils from the third eye, fair zeus is born<\/p>\n
zeus, the one avoiding being swallowed; the one whose mother is a sinner<\/p>\n
alulu drinks a mug full of poison and becomes anu\u2019s slave<\/p>\n
he catches her foot and pulls it down from sky and prays the mother, bites his knee<\/p>\n
sheds seeds inside; his knee becomes a phallus, unravels from his perforated skirt<\/p>\n
then he tells \u201cI put an infertile seed inside of you, do not be glad to drink it<\/p>\n
I made you pregnant slowly and released to the nature as naked as a jaybird<\/p>\n
teshup, the god of the lost storm will be born and then rivers will turn to green<\/p>\n
you shall regret and be defeated by the sun and the moon<\/p>\n
radiant power is of the sky, oracle is of the head in that place where everybody revenges<\/p>\n
messenger hermesius carries the sky of atlas on his shoulders, at every turn<\/p>\n
in the lost house where big breasted cybele dreams with nymphs<\/p>\n
\u00a0his heart is a ginger bud, she bites the night then the night breeds in dawn<\/p>\n
gilgamesh anoints his reed and waters in the blind hole of hurrie<\/p>\n
dusty rose of hittite yellow hair and pathways that tied into a braid<\/p>\n
shining sculpture of kemal, cradle of atlantis, turkmen land is narrow<\/p>\n
there are evil eye traces in your eyes and your lacrimal lake babbles like rivers<\/p>\n
angel of eyes odatita falling in my dreams dies, resurges and looks at the moon<\/p>\n
sacred shaman blood kumiss or wine is drunk during the migration time<\/p>\n
a feast starts, whirling fire dance, medal for gallants<\/p>\n
the one falling us to the endless ways is not iliad but epic manas<\/p>\n
the sky kissed the earth in the pupil of anatolia and gave roses<\/p>\n
an inner marquee is dreamland, an epic outstaying many civilizations\u2019 welcome<\/p>\n
my heart, the capital and the shelter of matriarchal gods was the house of love<\/p>\n
cried as she was kissed<\/h1>\n
a child in karbala<\/p>\n
cries with her beady eyes<\/p>\n
in the field of rainbow<\/p>\n
ballads bleed without love<\/p>\n
we are dervishes of lost time<\/p>\n
on the last lip mark, burnt<\/p>\n
the child stood breathless<\/p>\n
searched for her toy and waited<\/p>\n
in the place where the sun went out<\/p>\n
when she found cluster bombs<\/p>\n
as the soldiers arrived, she got lost<\/p>\n
drop her bread and troubled<\/p>\n
her eyes were wide open and bright<\/p>\n
she was rueful but a joy in her eyes<\/p>\n
her big, smutty and coal black eyes<\/p>\n
focused on the remediless and lost morrows<\/p>\n
she offers her voyager dreams and hopes<\/p>\n
while dead yankees play soccer with truncated head<\/p>\n
angels rebelled and were revived in the fire<\/p>\n
baby meriem was only at one<\/p>\n
she did not live a life; a red hankie was tied to her coffin<\/p>\n
naphtha rained and mothers fired their hearts<\/p>\n
loaded and fertile breasts dried up<\/p>\n
rivers went dry so they milked clouds<\/p>\n
oh blue clouds, from which sky you fell down<\/p>\n
the nail of the universe was pulled out; love is from earth to sky<\/p>\n
anatolia and vietnam is the sound of a mace and victory of a fall<\/p>\n
while the moon was hanging in the last night, death machine<\/p>\n
old beaten commander was sad; tied his boots<\/p>\n
while looked at the postcard, he remembered his own child<\/p>\n
as he was kissing the white bird and the children dying in cradles cried<\/p>\n
guilty and loser; peace was in fronts; ran and gurgled<\/p>\n
hector<\/h1>\n
hector! hector! hector!<\/p>\n
ask the wine and the fire who we are<\/p>\n
the heartsick spartan of troja, the victor<\/p>\n
the evil of the sacred lands of fire and wine<\/p>\n
which god can splash water in your ashes? blood juice<\/p>\n
which orchard\u2019s unripe grape are you? love duty<\/p>\n
hector! hector! hector!..<\/p>\n
ask the lights of lost time who we are!<\/p>\n
aegean eyed angel, golden earrings and nose ring<\/p>\n
\u00a0defeated commander pepe groans in intepe<\/p>\n
let us drink ofrenion wine on the table of homeros<\/p>\n
white eftalia is the golden coin of life<\/p>\n
lovesick blond daughter of mount ida, shahmaran<\/p>\n
their scarlet horses are not only horses but brave steeds<\/p>\n
hector! hector! hector!..<\/p>\n
ask the sacred loves who we are!<\/p>\n
quack mounted troops, sword-shield<\/p>\n
are you a fish frying in ember?<\/p>\n
forehead and embrace of \u00e7an bo\u011faz-intepe<\/p>\n
bare-naked trojan mother aeneas lying down<\/p>\n
mating time for sheep \u2013 vintage season<\/p>\n
erenk\u00f6y is poetry land; drink a pot of dervish blood<\/p>\n
I was the one steeping in the fire<\/p>\n
I was the skin tanning in the sun of hittite and dry cold of assos<\/p>\n
hey great hector! hector! hector!..<\/p>\n
ask the horse headed anatolia who we are!<\/p>\n
beya\u011f\u0131l<\/h1>\n
our ancestors lived when we did not exist<\/p>\n
our grandsons will live when we are gone<\/p>\n
life is beautiful with us, endeavour is blessed<\/p>\n
our juices are vigorous, burbling<\/p>\n
mountains, stars and our hearts are clamped together<\/p>\n
hands reach to the eternal, kernels are meaty<\/p>\n
soil is sacred; peace and love are fair<\/p>\n
join the army of wise men, run and scatter around<\/p>\n
the love for mustafa kemal is the mightiest<\/p>\n
the bright face of anatolia, beya\u011f\u0131l<\/p>\n
mons<\/h1>\n
trosity<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n
that<\/p>\n
moment<\/p>\n
van<\/p>\n
bleed<\/p>\n
for lives<\/p>\n
monster<\/p>\n
life to life<\/p>\n
avar to avar<\/p>\n
sheenful fish<\/p>\n
pickle in soda<\/p>\n
while burning the sky of van<\/p>\n
\u00a0van gogh quailed in the art<\/p>\n
the hennaed hand of bride-curly mountain<\/p>\n
children suck tired breasts<\/p>\n
the coves are like the head of a buffalo, not a monster<\/p>\n
\u00a0yellow fall colored bee- fertile clouds<\/p>\n
trenched terraces in layers on slopes<\/p>\n
a cooperation of stars-sacred nemrud, an urartian kariz<\/p>\n
an old deserter with his stringy white hair and beard<\/p>\n
hung his old boots from their throats-torn postcard<\/p>\n
\u201cper curiam\u201d \u201cit was seen\u201d \u201cit was posted\u201d- let out<\/p>\n
\u201cimperialism is a paper tiger\u201d bat is bloody sack<\/p>\n
balcony pleasure is a witness and cerement hangs on a clothesline<\/p>\n
taking his colour from a palace, persian sail is in red blood<\/p>\n
blue-green cattish eyed beauty- a sleepwalker in her shadow<\/p>\n
while shehriban eyed shahmaran is in a blind alley of a lake<\/p>\n
evil monster- tramples down the spurred gilgamesh in his water bed<\/p>\n
poet- for the love distilled from fire- writes freedom verses<\/p>\n
ah tamara<\/h1>\n
ours is a crazy love, tamara<\/p>\n
allusion is captured in fire, silent yell<\/p>\n
a bark is steering off after the flood- noah<\/p>\n
whenever we avoided of the moon, we eclipsed to the sun- ah<\/p>\n
silk road- straw yellow- venus<\/p>\n
\u201cwar makes people familiar\u201d<\/p>\n
says uncle sam on behalf of us<\/p>\n
as dead blood flowers blossom<\/p>\n
in a blindfold or graveyard<\/p>\n
if there remains anyone to be familiar with<\/p>\n
enemy of hopes, captured dreams<\/p>\n
they are the vultures of black africa<\/p>\n
hungry, homeless and captive children of lumumba<\/p>\n
dark and weak fingers pull trigger<\/p>\n
blind bullet whistles on an eye mark<\/p>\n
love for nile and lion of desert, tuareg<\/p>\n
life is blood in the fire of fresh dreams<\/p>\n
the fire of a darky is the soul in sclera<\/p>\n
the girl being offered to the guest, to be circumcised<\/p>\n
untouchable family tree san-bushman<\/p>\n
from far away, from different dreams<\/p>\n
three red apples, sunny faced white ararat<\/p>\n
the utopia I brought up with my own hands<\/p>\n
the first warp of the mill, the last water<\/p>\n
blond bride spins the dreams in ballad<\/p>\n
then urartu from the familiar language of rugs<\/p>\n
then the time embroidered with madders<\/p>\n
the hero burning in his own fire<\/p>\n
while the dawn breaks, the lost god nemrut<\/p>\n
mount suphan whose peak is covered by an anxious cloud<\/p>\n
the last breath of eternity, akdamar<\/p>\n
ah tamara, my cat, blue eyed van<\/p>\n
poor tamara<\/h1>\n
\u00a0the mother of anatolia, tamara<\/p>\n
coolness under the shadow of ankara sun<\/p>\n
the space of the mind is darkened and burnt<\/p>\n
a feast with caucasian mimics<\/p>\n
even ebilov\u2019s death is comradery<\/p>\n
ah tamara- poor tamara<\/p>\n
mobilization and enlightenment<\/p>\n
on a motley horse back a bride with veil<\/p>\n
country side of motley horses ala\u00e7at\u0131<\/p>\n
the west having only one tooth<\/p>\n
assaulted the humanity<\/p>\n
ah tamara- poor tamara<\/p>\n
\u00e7akici fed the cock<\/p>\n
with his worn-out rifle<\/p>\n
then he swore heavily and went<\/p>\n
below the belt, above the minaret<\/p>\n
ah tamara-poor tamara<\/p>\n
master plumber, wise man-mustafa<\/p>\n
it was the last fall he made a notch in the world<\/p>\n
loves ended-he had nothing to give<\/p>\n
the black sea flow into the light source of blues<\/p>\n
the earth bled- earth flower is grey black<\/p>\n
ah tamara-poor tamara<\/p>\n
the hand of light joining us to you<\/p>\n
is the endemic centaurea<\/p>\n
headachy- lovesick mountain, ararat<\/p>\n
a couple of living things- the last call for the tuffoon<\/p>\n
caucasian beauty- ankara never forgets you<\/p>\n
ah tamara-poor tamara^{<\/sup><\/p>\n}
() Tamara: The wife of Ibrahim Ebilov and the mother of anatolia<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
ocean<\/h1>\n
I was a dream in my dream and swayed this summer<\/p>\n
I wrote an amulet in muskat \u2013 poetized<\/p>\n
voyager dervish is lovesick \u2013 white rose<\/p>\n
your black brows and eyes smothered a fire<\/p>\n
how many seasons did your olive eyes changed<\/p>\n
tuesday quakes in a rowboat \u2013 salalah<\/p>\n
sultan is a blue bead \u2013 mashallah<\/p>\n
a thousand and one stars of millennium fall down<\/p>\n
my fault dislocated – ashes of an earthquake fire the rose<\/p>\n
ocean is a drop of tear \u2013 dagger wound<\/p>\n
candle yellow dates smells steam – love epilepsy<\/p>\n
\u201cwhy do your natural kohled eyes need kohl\u201d<\/p>\n
yet those eyes worth all the almonds of the world<\/p>\n
the bloody dawn flower of the persian \u2013 sleep baby sleep<\/p>\n
all the rivers run to the persian gulf –\u00a0 aqua rosae<\/p>\n
arabian girls hurt hearts \u2013 my life is sacrificed for fatima<\/p>\n
camel racing in desert \u2013 children running through time<\/p>\n
my heart shines; shahmaran hang onto my throat<\/p>\n
the horses of poetry make the far near \u2013 well bred<\/p>\n
poetry whose arrow and spear are bloody \u2013 hennaed eye lash<\/p>\n
a guerrilla child of dofar – with his beaten hand by the age feels helpless<\/p>\n
indian sea is hope \u2013 ocean is the empty cradle<\/p>\n
dates in the garden of sultan gabus \u2013 pomegranate is my past eternity<\/p>\n
black mountains are naked \u2013 fire \u2013 one of my eyes is sparkle, other is ember<\/p>\n
my black beauty \u2013 let\u2019s travel around the ocean without rod<\/p>\n
middle east the sperm circus<\/h1>\n
rambo, of what dream\u2019s bastard are you \u2013 lying with the war<\/p>\n
my flesh is dead in an unwritten poem<\/p>\n
my cerement is in a war of sharing the middle east<\/p>\n
I have swum on a drop of dew<\/p>\n
in the fruit dream of this wild sperm circus<\/p>\n
on bloody arrows and guns<\/p>\n
the burning ones are the eyeholes of a mother and a son<\/p>\n
deepness of their eyes lighten the world<\/p>\n
the ecstatic god losing his throne for the sake of a woman<\/p>\n
the warrior breaking his chains every night neighing<\/p>\n
the man drinking gushing blood of the victim before he dies<\/p>\n
through the voices of the dead breaking the silence<\/p>\n
temblor under the soft light of the squeaky bed<\/p>\n
the bloody uniform of the commander\u00a0greeting his victory<\/p>\n
someone lighting up his wet cigarette with the sun<\/p>\n
and the last of the living draining the life<\/p>\n
would run along the eternity, savage<\/p>\n
head pimp searching for a woman<\/p>\n
to play with a handful of fire is<\/p>\n
a jade living in my chest<\/p>\n
yet I am not the same as<\/p>\n
the one coming to the graveyard of blood roses<\/p>\n
I was the last warrior revolting<\/p>\n
you were coming on a horseback in scarlet dawn<\/p>\n
tropics were following you<\/p>\n
a line of light in your hands, holding onto the life<\/p>\n
those are the screams of carlos of ecuador<\/p>\n
today is the hatred remaining from yesterday<\/p>\n
the hatred in its flame poet al-cahez died<\/p>\n
the rainstorm on the roof of the first image<\/p>\n
challenging to the severe storm<\/p>\n
the blind light lapsing into its own flame<\/p>\n
the blue inside the yellow skinned green<\/p>\n
war is to drift off to a rusty fatal sleep<\/p>\n
a psycho sailor coming from the dead sea<\/p>\n
the flirtatious harbour inclined to the whoredom<\/p>\n
it sings songs savouring<\/p>\n
and makes love during the mating time of sheep<\/p>\n
with the sailors coming from the sea<\/p>\n
a plentiful life means a petrol field<\/p>\n
her flesh like steel shine, the fire of a volcano<\/p>\n
a bloody hand drew the victory on to the sky<\/p>\n
someone should pay the price for the silence<\/p>\n
some ones kill the children and loves<\/p>\n
the crackling is a deadly vulturous depth<\/p>\n
you the holy bitches and fatuous warriors shut up<\/p>\n
bombs spitting blood<\/p>\n
tyrants canonizing power<\/p>\n
the lost address rock \u2013 head for the border<\/p>\n
the geography of death is covered by naphtha<\/p>\n
some ones kill all of us<\/p>\n
some ones make the sun bleed<\/p>\n
full moon cannot be seen in nights anymore<\/p>\n
everywhere is screaming \u2013 the howls of vultures and jackals<\/p>\n
loneliness and clay is the homeland of terror<\/p>\n
your blind civilization is the epitome of vandalism<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0where are the heroes of that silence<\/p>\n
where are the hope and the honour of the destitute<\/p>\n
where are the mighty ones whose names are engraved in our minds<\/p>\n
where are you the magnificent deceased people<\/p>\n
the blind and speechless witness of the way<\/p>\n
the drunken god of the Iceland<\/p>\n
that crowd and the violin<\/p>\n
smothered by the offing of the science<\/p>\n
lost children and fish<\/p>\n
that endless flood of the sharp light<\/p>\n
and the almighty hand of eternity<\/p>\n
all of you risk your hearts<\/p>\n
walk down the mountains and get to sea<\/p>\n
smiling and crying until satiated<\/p>\n
actually you saved us<\/p>\n
we built that house you lived in<\/p>\n
does the woman you love<\/p>\n
love me too<\/p>\n
we are revived as we kiss<\/p>\n
the harvest time<\/p>\n
an ululation is worth a thousand missiles<\/p>\n
in the matrix of the soil<\/p>\n
an ill-timed seed<\/p>\n
the volcano of\u00a0 a rose<\/p>\n
the eye watching your steps<\/p>\n
the big talk breaking the silence<\/p>\n
we are dervishes on this road<\/p>\n
we are the poems coming out of the cave<\/p>\n
the poet biting and kissing the rainbow<\/p>\n
dreams inside the mounted hurricane<\/p>\n
tear drops into the fertile soil<\/p>\n
the future coming into existence as it dies<\/p>\n
pick up the remains left<\/p>\n
it is almost time to go<\/p>\n
make peace right now<\/p>\n
silk necktie<\/h1>\n
naz\u0131m* was a poet having the luck of the devil<\/p>\n
homesickness, prose and verse<\/p>\n
the silk necktie choking the collarless shirt<\/p>\n
is made from wool of life<\/p>\n
big and fertile breasted goat<\/p>\n
and soaking honey from her horn<\/p>\n
the light whose foam is heart eyed is tragic<\/p>\n
undress me with your eyes, then hoop and take me<\/p>\n
pinked shirt, tired typewriter<\/p>\n
redwings walking stick remaining from shaman<\/p>\n
I watered turfan with endless poems<\/p>\n
so that the water in the first kariz doesn\u2019t spoil<\/p>\n
silk road joins me to you<\/p>\n
manuscript for the beady-eyed girl<\/p>\n
adoration \u2013 doctor galena of votkinsky<\/p>\n
the blue river stumbling four times<\/p>\n
the womaniser heart burning like kerem<\/p>\n
diseased poet in the womb of poetry<\/p>\n
others is the pain of dawn, you are beyond of everything<\/p>\n
my day in front facade of the night<\/p>\n
her puckering lips as sucked<\/p>\n
the one tracking the darkness with a couple of eye<\/p>\n
the tree of life shimmering for water and love \u2013 granatum<\/p>\n
in his graveyard without a sycamore and country<\/p>\n
the life whose bridle is sweaty \u2013 white jade<\/p>\n
a silk tie cracking the boll of poetry<\/p>\n
the rose woman giving naz\u0131m four lives<\/p>\n
happy is the seven crazy years passing with naz\u0131m<\/p>\n
horses of poetry will come \u2013 keep open your rosy doors<\/p>\n
before the earth and sky were covered by a quilt<\/p>\n
(): The first name of the poet Naz\u0131m Hikmet Ran means \u201cpoetry\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n*
bagel<\/h1>\n
with the longing of crispy seed bagel<\/p>\n
prime minister ecevit died in disappointment<\/p>\n
seagulls are dancing; go to the seaside<\/p>\n
the most atrabilious of blue is indigo sky<\/p>\n
fresh bagel and tea appease hunger<\/p>\n
paper and inkwell connect foreign lands to homeland<\/p>\n
you should buy a book, a newspaper and a bagel<\/p>\n
roust<\/h1>\n
whitish seed cracked<\/p>\n
anatolia revolted<\/p>\n
deeply and profoundly<\/p>\n
the tinsel nawruz festival<\/p>\n
the city blew like the winds of spring<\/p>\n
cool and chilly<\/p>\n
red-blooded men shawled<\/p>\n
they gave a boost to the mountain<\/p>\n
from its back<\/p>\n
love, the heart of mountains<\/p>\n
keep the hands of children<\/p>\n
as much as fervently<\/p>\n
sumerian mother and hititian son<\/p>\n
tell the good news of civilization<\/p>\n
in the very location<\/p>\n
kemal pasha sent thousands of complaint<\/p>\n
to the universe<\/p>\n
from his grave<\/p>\n
may holy shaman and<\/p>\n
the sky god bless us<\/p>\n
from enemy\u2019s malice<\/p>\n
we are \u00e7aglayan in tandogan<\/p>\n
we are kubilay, one of the soldiers<\/p>\n
of troop 57<\/p>\n
roust reared up<\/p>\n
the moon quaked, the star burnt<\/p>\n
from ashes<\/p>\n
poetry is a drop of ocean<\/p>\n
river is sea; sea is hush<\/p>\n
from its words<\/p>\n
ethereal love is aftershock<\/p>\n
heart burns through<\/p>\n
the ember of the love<\/p>\n
the army of wise and<\/p>\n
enlightened scholars coming from<\/p>\n
the crack of dawn<\/p>\n
the dawn broke in alsancak<\/p>\n
mothers wore their red clothes<\/p>\n
through the sea coast<\/p>\n
a victorious inner revival<\/p>\n
in the battlements of \u00e7anakkale<\/p>\n
through its roads deeper than the deep<\/p>\n
galina<\/h1>\n
it was ten feet from pendik to beijing<\/p>\n
by train on her purple lip mark<\/p>\n
siberia\u2019s pants were down, kham<\/p>\n
forbidden dream, captive mind<\/p>\n
milked the sun on the wet rails<\/p>\n
eye fountains gurgled<\/p>\n
the red moon under which wind passes<\/p>\n
the red moon on which there are hands awoke<\/p>\n
on the bridgehead and floodgate<\/p>\n
the mountain on which I sat down<\/p>\n
was a wild mare<\/p>\n
the sky neighed; its mane was a wind<\/p>\n
naz\u0131m was river running to sea<\/p>\n
irina was volga; tatiana was baikal<\/p>\n
galine had ice blue looks<\/p>\n
you were that scream inside of me<\/p>\n
my heart turned to a mountain<\/p>\n
I fell in love with a poem<\/p>\n
crying as she was kissed<\/p>\n
21 september, 06<\/p>\n
botsink<\/p>\n
requiem of a shepherd<\/h1>\n
\u00e7atalkaya is under suspicion<\/p>\n
his equipage and pipe is at hand<\/p>\n
shepherd ahmet is breathless<\/p>\n
is march or september lucky<\/p>\n
or twelve is accursed<\/p>\n
dusky sergeant with his boots in ambush,<\/p>\n
causing villagers to leave<\/p>\n
universe is ensanguined<\/p>\n
they shot dreams too<\/p>\n
oh my brave ahmet<\/p>\n
your blood is shining under the lights<\/p>\n
a mama\u2019s boy left orphan<\/p>\n
sheep and lambs bleat<\/p>\n
mourning echoes<\/p>\n
mountains recur<\/p>\n
blood roses bush out<\/p>\n
not from his shroud<\/p>\n
but from his coffin<\/p>\n
bends of fall<\/p>\n
sycamore was overthrown<\/p>\n
clouds cry steadily<\/p>\n
mother heart<\/p>\n
the red of a fire<\/p>\n
rose in the grave<\/p>\n
bloody ears<\/p>\n
mating time for sheep<\/p>\n
no dead cries<\/p>\n
white dream<\/h1>\n
in the last autumn in which the howling shaman voiced wind veiled herself<\/p>\n
as the old trees taking their seasonal clothes off<\/p>\n
children carried clothes to the naked mountains in bairam<\/p>\n
snowy white dreams being cradle of poetry wander around prose<\/p>\n
ballads- fairy of dreams, the love scented crocus<\/p>\n
fair snowdrop with blue crown what can I do without you<\/p>\n
how many lives wore out in those cob houses- who knows<\/p>\n
the corner stone keeping hopes and construction up<\/p>\n
variegated clothes in peristyle and pigeon seeds<\/p>\n
I am the subject of ice cream, wild orchid<\/p>\n
palatal delight- autumn shadow dispersed into the valleys<\/p>\n
smiling glee- blue eyes, moir\u00e9s of a lake<\/p>\n
mountains were fire scene- the fire of shaman was burning<\/p>\n
I warmed up with a firefly and was burnt out<\/p>\n
I believed that your hair was a peacock<\/p>\n
do not keep the seasons in the cages \u2013 freedom for dreams<\/p>\n
we sing on the lips of death- red and white<\/p>\n
roaring sea \u2013 rebellion of a spring, mustafa kemal<\/p>\n
internal angle<\/h1>\n
blacksmith influencing water and fire<\/p>\n
stoker walking the bellows and train<\/p>\n
saddler processing callus and straw<\/p>\n
belt maker weaving silk and copper<\/p>\n
in which dream you wearied with which smiling<\/p>\n
man is an inner journey of a tired sculpture<\/p>\n
gibbet is a triangle in the circle<\/p>\n
two internal angles relapse and form an external one<\/p>\n
burning nights in a star eddy<\/p>\n
you are the bends of an eye being dazzled, going blind<\/p>\n
the miserable price for seeing the bride\u2019s face, a pigeon<\/p>\n
for the light wind, blue cloud and the white seed<\/p>\n
for the pearly forelock and kohled eyes<\/p>\n
my soul greens pollens even after a thousand years<\/p>\n
you are the land of birds whistling with enthusiasm<\/p>\n
let me show you round, see the endeavour land<\/p>\n
you looking but not seeing let your soul take a breath in interval of angles<\/p>\n
punica flower blossoms a dawn, a penman is arrested<\/p>\n
scowling black frost kisses poetry; the moon is an agitator<\/p>\n
I am in torture; my teeth are dead nettle- moss<\/p>\n
undress and come<\/h1>\n
ferment of love and peace, an olive branch<\/p>\n
madder of life, honey of a date<\/p>\n
three sinner offers: tree of love<\/p>\n
enduring juniper holds onto bedrock<\/p>\n
white poplar leaf by leaf<\/p>\n
I become a book and am read<\/p>\n
drooping willow carries grapes<\/p>\n
kirkit sings and weaves a carpet<\/p>\n
it becomes wine and fills the glasses<\/p>\n
a great poet \u2013his centenary sycamore trunk is free-<\/p>\n
is sanctified under his inner shadow<\/p>\n
he wears reds and whites<\/p>\n
then leans on a cypress in the graveyard<\/p>\n
the first kiss of the summer, inner worm of an apple<\/p>\n
snow butterfly kissed snowdrops<\/p>\n
whose roots are deep, flowers are young<\/p>\n
sanctified ancestors\u2019 land, central asia<\/p>\n
the whitest tree of asia: acacia<\/p>\n
in the light of lost times<\/p>\n
an eye trace in my eye<\/p>\n
my tongue is sharper than a sword<\/p>\n
my neck is thinner than a hair<\/p>\n
when I arrived at the straight bridge<\/p>\n
my throat boils down to suffer<\/p>\n
four big tacks: cross<\/p>\n
oh the cross, my fate<\/p>\n
come to me by ambling<\/p>\n
nobody knows its real colour<\/p>\n
crimson sun, green hadji<\/p>\n
sacred vermillion of mercy<\/p>\n
the fire kissing water<\/p>\n
punica granatum<\/p>\n
side by side, fire by fire- the love crown<\/p>\n
undress and come, let us dance<\/p>\n
always hide me inside of you<\/p>\n
the most naked of trees<\/p>\n
beloved tree<\/p>\n
tear bottle<\/h1>\n
I am away from a window to love, living in exile<\/p>\n
a burnt red carnation has shot forth<\/p>\n
as you sleep on a petal, I am a sleepwalker<\/p>\n
my place is blind window, tearful wall and a bier<\/p>\n
I love and perceive my utopia<\/p>\n
the beaten cock of the fight, rosy comb<\/p>\n
the chest girded by roses, steep slope<\/p>\n
the rattlesnake whose body finds strangers odd<\/p>\n
the life rooting in the womb of agony<\/p>\n
touchy and faraway love bird singing inside of me<\/p>\n
anger is paralysed in my pupils and his star falls<\/p>\n
his white bird in the skyish light of the black house, water voice<\/p>\n
he sleeps for yesterday and goes to a silent day; voice becomes timid<\/p>\n
artless wind takes me to you, shivering<\/p>\n
then we lie on the last leaf of autumn<\/p>\n
mirabilis jalapa has panic attacks, night tells fortune<\/p>\n
pregnant branch shoots forth with every kiss<\/p>\n
tree puts the moves on his shadow, peccant<\/p>\n
do not drink blood from a terracotta pot. kiss and cry<\/p>\n
\u00a0starling flock is at the edge of mountain and clouds<\/p>\n
at the edge of hope for life<\/p>\n
a scarlet rose has shot forth<\/p>\n
four walls is over troubled, red of golden<\/p>\n
procession of poems, my mind is captive in a cage<\/p>\n
a trap through golden bars<\/p>\n
love was a kind of insaneness and enslavement<\/p>\n
my love elixir is in a tear bottle<\/p>\n
inner love is to believe crazily<\/p>\n
every night a bird settled on my syllable<\/p>\n
so that dead poets could feel that love<\/p>\n
fire walks<\/h1>\n
accumulation is a mill<\/p>\n
my heart is broken, shipwrecked<\/p>\n
the juniper fading without love<\/p>\n
the mind agonizing without passion<\/p>\n
the sky of the blind is beamless<\/p>\n
only a drop of ocean<\/p>\n
is the lip mark on the mirror<\/p>\n
heated night is restless<\/p>\n
victory forgetting the win<\/p>\n
the sun burning on my forehead<\/p>\n
let us make love as much as we want<\/p>\n
let us wash on an altar<\/p>\n
away from the moon and eyes<\/p>\n
let us have a bath with living stars<\/p>\n
let us kiss as remains of an ash tree<\/p>\n
we are tired of fire walks<\/p>\n
banned water whispering, hiss<\/p>\n
our only lack is freedom<\/p>\n
noble jasmine is blossoming<\/p>\n
lotus is asleep, hush<\/p>\n
soul to soul<\/h1>\n
-dedicated to can y\u00fccel-<\/i><\/p>\n
hit the booze father \u2013 cheers<\/p>\n
full jug, empty bowls<\/p>\n
papatolia, anatolia<\/p>\n
bowls of wine, abundant<\/p>\n
graveyard is the house of souls<\/p>\n
side by side, at the edge<\/p>\n
ali can and canan<\/p>\n
hollow hat\u00e7a of dat\u00e7a<\/p>\n
are sleeping soul to soul<\/p>\n
the most coolheaded power<\/p>\n
rebellious to system<\/p>\n
ancient marble sculpture<\/p>\n
ways on postcards<\/p>\n
put a knurl. do not live<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0harass the fear<\/p>\n
jack off on wet rails<\/p>\n
blood on their checkbook<\/p>\n
souls melt into labour<\/p>\n
lolling out, beggar<\/p>\n
finds fault with everyone<\/p>\n
his tea boils but<\/p>\n
his teapot is handleless<\/p>\n
his mind was matured; his speech was raw<\/p>\n
he had a heart of gold; her face was bright<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00f6k\u00fczg\u00f6z\u00fc, k\u00fcp, derdalan<\/p>\n
villa doluca, doru tay<\/p>\n
whenever wine prices increase<\/p>\n
he swore like a trooper to shah<\/p>\n
how about me? drunken nights<\/p>\n
ace of hearts of poetry<\/p>\n
su\u2019s father<\/p>\n
wee countess<\/p>\n
her destiny, her husband<\/p>\n
traces, dream and night<\/p>\n
hayyam and the god<\/p>\n
father can is an enigma<\/p>\n
immortal and alone<\/p>\n
indigo mountains<\/p>\n
time is a hollow, tramp<\/p>\n
iron and eyesight<\/p>\n
load and shoot, fire!<\/p>\n
holy shit, the private got shot<\/p>\n
white rocks cry blood<\/p>\n
and wear military greens<\/p>\n
smart black crows<\/p>\n
and white birds of poetic legion<\/p>\n
tree of atat\u00fcrk, nolina<\/p>\n
brides cover themselves with peace<\/p>\n
white poplar with white cerement<\/p>\n
dawn lie down<\/p>\n
mad\u0131mak is a fire scene, ah<\/p>\n
a stylo falling into dreams<\/p>\n
ordered and adjudged \u2013 it was broken<\/p>\n
it was covered with red cloud- whirled<\/p>\n
a white bearded shaman blew<\/p>\n
finally, he took offense at azrael<\/p>\n
and hung his fate on a juniper without rope<\/p>\n
so that abysmal billed poets would tie their ropes<\/p>\n
for approaching spirit<\/p>\n
a turk is worth to a world<\/p>\n
so a thousand and one turkish liras worth a dollar<\/p>\n
cullender \u2013 a handful of ski(nny ass)<\/p>\n
to the moon \u2013 feet stand up<\/p>\n
white pigeons applaud<\/p>\n
wings bleed in the heights<\/p>\n
goshawk- blower\u2019s lungs<\/p>\n
blindfolded, beamless<\/p>\n
beloved is the splinter of soul<\/p>\n
anvil and spark, the hunter was shot<\/p>\n
* Turkish wine brands<\/i><\/p>\n
yesterday was pregnant for tomorrow<\/h1>\n
violet eyed anatolia<\/p>\n
where is the humanity<\/p>\n
children suck the sun<\/p>\n
of rosy breasts<\/p>\n
saturday mothers^{1<\/sup><\/p>\n}
are pregnant for new losses<\/p>\n
beamless night where is the moon<\/p>\n
where are the stars<\/p>\n
fields, factories, rotaries<\/p>\n
our fate the eye light of which is faded away<\/p>\n
\u00a0is in blood<\/p>\n
elbow grease like rivers<\/p>\n
lost hope in the last fall<\/p>\n
little joys like the man in the moon<\/p>\n
labour is captive<\/p>\n
where is happiness and light<\/p>\n
the moon wrinkled and cried<\/p>\n
stars died away<\/p>\n
bread, an autumn fire<\/p>\n
mature ear, emmer<\/p>\n
a mountain swallowed the sun<\/p>\n
a purple night swallowed the mountain<\/p>\n
where is the scent of a woman<\/p>\n
where is the scarlet of love<\/p>\n
ballads were burnt<\/p>\n
during nawruz time \u201cah mad\u0131mak\u201d^{2<\/sup><\/p>\n}
a blood lake in the rose month<\/p>\n
flood of fire, blue fervent<\/p>\n
cursing the war, praising the peace<\/p>\n
take and throw the gun my child<\/p>\n
by arm is pillow, my hair is quilt<\/p>\n
a worth kissing ear for love<\/p>\n
the father poet touched the life again<\/p>\n
in the drought season<\/p>\n
yesterday was pregnant for tomorrow<\/p>\n
the flower of dawn revolted again<\/p>\n
freedom is the cry of a baby<\/p>\n
a vigorous main circle<\/p>\n
turquoise happiness<\/p>\n
flag with the star and crescent flapping<\/p>\n
1. Saturday Mothers<\/b> of Turkey are the women who are the mothers of thousands disappeared detainees between May 1995 and 1999. In August 2012, they gathered on Galatasaray square for the 355^{th<\/sup> times. <\/i> \u00a0<\/i> 2. The\u00a0Sivas Massacre<\/b>\u00a0(Turkish:\u00a0Sivas Katliam\u0131, Mad\u0131mak Katliam\u0131) refers to the events of July 2, 1993 which resulted in the deaths of 37 people, mostly\u00a0Alevi\u00a0intellectuals, and two hotel employees. Two people from the mob also died. The victims, who had gathered for a cultural festival in\u00a0Sivas,\u00a0Turkey, were killed when a mob of\u00a0radical Islamists\u00a0set fire to the hotel where the group had assembled.<\/i><\/p>\n}
rosy widow istanbul<\/h1>\n
my eyes are gazed upon your sky<\/p>\n
my first looks are graved there<\/p>\n
it is I looking out of your eyes<\/p>\n
there are evil eye traces in your eyes, ancient<\/p>\n
my flesh bleeds on old sculptures<\/p>\n
\u00a0I was burnt and cried inside, montuesday<\/p>\n
maiden\u2019s tower is a tear bottle, a cypress<\/p>\n
her rosy moon is red and white bridal dress is her cerement<\/p>\n
above me, below golden jewel, rosy widow<\/p>\n
to the death \u2013 are you in love with yourself istanbul?<\/p>\n
silver water running inside of you; cypress drilling the sky<\/p>\n
the miserable blue swan flowing into eternity<\/p>\n
is a graceful istanbul girl, magical tulip age<\/p>\n
low heels dances on high pavements<\/p>\n
her toy is a pinecone, peg top and marbles<\/p>\n
\u00a0as her booty shakes, my head whirls, so does the earth<\/p>\n
you tania in island-moda and villages and in beyo\u011flu<\/p>\n
the king and sultans slept in a dream, they begged on their knees<\/p>\n
oh fellows the city through which a river runs was besieged from the inside<\/p>\n
azans and bells are calls for the mystical love and inner invasion<\/p>\n
my eurasian angel, my rosy widow asks the world to dance<\/p>\n
long live Istanbul, the beauty of the world, remaining from magnificent ages<\/p>\n
bleeding poem<\/h1>\n
I am the one born at the edge of war. dawn bleeds<\/p>\n
I have no ancestor, even a name, furious river<\/p>\n
even if I have, it was lent to me to be taken back<\/p>\n
how many wars passed over this love<\/p>\n
the golden circle of peace lights and reminds of the doomsday<\/p>\n
\u201calas meriem, meriemti, where is my meriem\u201d<\/p>\n
red clouds in a celestial fire, shahmaran, k\u00fcheylan<\/p>\n
brother h\u00fcseyin whose head is in damascus, body is in kerbela<\/p>\n
\u201cah martyr h\u00fcseyni, h\u00fcseyni is me, me is h\u00fcseyni\u201d<\/p>\n
my heart remained in bilesuvar, nomad reyhan<\/p>\n
wagon houses in imi\u015fli, azerbaijan is fire scene<\/p>\n
hey nagorno-karabakh! my children remained in the theater of war<\/p>\n
we settled in a black train and a bloody death mountain<\/p>\n
that iron stack is hot in summer and cold in summer<\/p>\n
is it possible to live without water, bread, clothes and money<\/p>\n
my eyes flew into the teardrops of my mother<\/p>\n
still the eye of my heart sees distances and lights, tomorrow died.<\/p>\n
oppressed seasons hid somewhere, evanished into thin air<\/p>\n
miserable rose suffers, the sun burns<\/p>\n
goldfinch does not sing anymore, enduring nightingale is an orphan<\/p>\n
we are the bud of the same spring, about to blossom<\/p>\n
beauties of first spring are hennaed, having spots on their faces<\/p>\n
the world is both heaven and hell, familiar<\/p>\n
therefore, those ballads would not keep silent<\/p>\n
so that poetry would not bleed<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0your heart set up a marquee on my chest<\/p>\n
your eye lashes are poems, read to me<\/p>\n
this love is a shoreless ocean<\/p>\n
cemetery of the nameless<\/h1>\n
every friday night police search is done<\/p>\n
\u201cgood night thursday\u201d checkmate<\/p>\n
\u201ca dream in a ruined house\u201d curfew<\/p>\n
boat schedules last changed at the time of evren<\/p>\n
I am the rapture of fall in a grief barracks<\/p>\n
I am in torture \u2013 but I do not feel sorrowful for that<\/p>\n
I am vexed with the informer fellow \u2013 dagger<\/p>\n
they fusilladed with a pen<\/p>\n
I quailed or died \u2013 I do not think so<\/p>\n
the sorrow spoiling the captive poem \u2013 the lost love<\/p>\n
my eyes are on guard \u2013 a bloody hole \u2013 peep<\/p>\n
they wonder in dawn even before crows<\/p>\n
my eye pupils are down the slope \u2013 the drum of a shaman<\/p>\n
I get surprised \u2013 old and wise colours are surprised, too<\/p>\n
\u201clook at stones of ankara\u201d; be my auspicious one<\/p>\n
is twelve doomed or september<\/p>\n
hunter \u2013 wrinkled universe \u2013 his boots are in red blood<\/p>\n
a postal comes once a decade \u2013 bleeding<\/p>\n
his snug shadow murmurs \u2013 \u201chalt, don\u2019t move\u201d<\/p>\n
a poem written with bullet and small shot is guilt \u201cit is nonsense\u201d<\/p>\n
each image is found undesirable \u201cwanted\u201d<\/p>\n
arrogant courtesan of dreams is banned \u201che was shot\u201d<\/p>\n
trembling curtains are closed \u201cgame is over\u201d<\/p>\n
secret keeper candles burnt out in kandilli<\/p>\n
autumn birds were appalled \u2013 the night calmed down<\/p>\n
the moon remained hung upon the branches \u201cshake\u201d<\/p>\n
you are the only one in cemetery<\/p>\n
and high mualla<\/p>\n
\u201chow nice is that life, reckless<\/p>\n
high mualla is waiting for a kiss<\/p>\n
love for the nile<\/h1>\n
time of full moon, lost night \u2013 offended<\/p>\n
the sun woke up in a scarlet dawn, a star fell<\/p>\n
the earth is my love \u2013 so is the sky, pole of the love<\/p>\n
the power of the tradition determining the future<\/p>\n
burnt, poor, miserable and happy<\/p>\n
and the master of black africa<\/p>\n
the land of loves and the black<\/p>\n
writing poems for the sky and desert,<\/p>\n
the nile is the essence of life<\/p>\n
the sky is thorn of a rose, bleeding<\/p>\n
the tear bottle of africa<\/p>\n
the nile runs to his source and hope<\/p>\n
they whirl side by side, burning<\/p>\n
dervish, shahmaran, twister and circle<\/p>\n
the love for the sudan is an inner wave coming from deep<\/p>\n
pyramids, traps in desert, are houses of the god \u2013 desert hot<\/p>\n
angels absorbing the sun will pick up the gold<\/p>\n
I leaned on the stars and the moon in the depth of the red sea<\/p>\n
who was the victim, who was the hunter? I fell in love in ambush<\/p>\n
I got the diamond from the hand of cobra; I was hunted<\/p>\n
jabal marah is in love with me; so am I with the nile but<\/p>\n
I stopped for a rest in hartum and wrapped myself in white<\/p>\n
I drank purple karkade and steeped doing greased wrestling<\/p>\n
I was the one sucking the sun from the rosy breast of the nile<\/p>\n
omdurman bazaar, the place of love, dance of colours<\/p>\n
keep on the life with reksha; greetings to water and desert<\/p>\n
another scar on my every single cheek, the evidence of enemy<\/p>\n
girls of baria, dinca, silluk, cunup and surma<\/p>\n
they are aware of difference. how nice is to live together<\/p>\n
me and the nile running, putting his arms around africa<\/p>\n
the first line of the epopee, the last mystical favourite of the life<\/p>\n
the yellow of date chew snuff in desert, without a camel, on foot<\/p>\n
the read headed beauty of the red sea, meriem \u2013 to haway<\/p>\n
black crows of istanbul in port sudan \u2013sumeyya<\/p>\n
the haze of the sandir tree seducing usurey \u2013 isi<\/p>\n
on the one hand habe passage, on the other hand children of sinka<\/p>\n
since hartumian hostess kissed the poem in a plane<\/p>\n
milky way has been a lip mark; tahani osman is an angel of love<\/p>\n
he murmurs a healing song at that moment, heartfelt<\/p>\n
\u201cmy sweetheart\/ my life\/ my heart is with you<\/p>\n
with the taste of our love\/ my life is devoted to you<\/p>\n
it is devoted to your love\/ touch me, my fire\u201d<\/p>\n
I touched the history and life on the island of suak\u0131n<\/p>\n
ottoman traces in the alluring eyes of tabow<\/p>\n
the hennaed beauty writes poems for her hennaed hair<\/p>\n
the hennaed bride to be circumcised, al fatah in midafternoon<\/p>\n
after the dance and dhikr, it is time to satisfy<\/p>\n
the inner prayer with incense and drums, the dance of ardah<\/p>\n
we are on a long and narrow way. the nile, our poem and me<\/p>\n
the blue eye of the water cry; a life without water is our termination<\/p>\n
our hearts hurt in the natural life village in dinnar<\/p>\n
savage and hospitable godya is at home and those coffee girls<\/p>\n
surmas with their wrinkled faces, calloused hands and golden bracelets<\/p>\n
hare lipped and rather tall beautiful girls are hungry<\/p>\n
children of cuba blow their gums for peace, just to defy wars<\/p>\n
yankee- white missioner- fanaticism of the crusaders; poverty and death<\/p>\n
they distribute bibles instead of bread and water to the poor and hungry children<\/p>\n
ah dear\u00a0 children, our children whose destiny is black<\/p>\n
their swarthy and skinny hands; armed fawning without book<\/p>\n
they do not recognize if they really lived in darfur, they die without being sanctified<\/p>\n
they sleep under the shadow of the sun, in the bosom of tsetse flies<\/p>\n
hey voyager poet! can you take the photo of the poem of happiness<\/p>\n
so that the hungry children would not be killed and roar with laughter<\/p>\n
a naked and legal revival from the five thousand years of sleep<\/p>\n
while the huge an d black africa awaken, white and blue fall in love with the nile<\/p>\n
a freedom song echoes from the land of tam-tams<\/p>\n
a wonder of civilization \u2013 the ancestor of humankind, black land the sudan<\/p>\n
a weak reason for the hope, the master of the yellow desert \u2013 dark skinned turks<\/p>\n
\u201catat\u00fcrk of sudan is ahmed al bazhir\u201d creating that ideal and<\/p>\n
the bow and arrow of al feyturi, tac\u00fcssir hassan and muhittin faris is poetry<\/p>\n
their javelin focuses on love \u2013 rears up \u2013 the great sudan is cleaned<\/p>\n
sabah al hayr! sabah al nur! shukran! it is the love for the nile being experienced<\/p>\n
meryemti<\/h1>\n
meriem, my meriem turned to steam and blew away<\/p>\n
whatever moving like a head, a body and a leg<\/p>\n
naphtha rained in nephte and being a human was a quilt<\/p>\n
olive eyed children at only one, dying without living,<\/p>\n
will be come back to life again<\/p>\n
the black snake coiled up the baby clothes<\/p>\n
a fainted owl howls in the empty cradle<\/p>\n
hawks, vultures and uncle sam flocked<\/p>\n
our next-door neighbour wrestles with the death, on the verge<\/p>\n
the shadow of the smart bomb changed his way<\/p>\n
new pharaohs live on blood from a red cup<\/p>\n
the unbalanced world is at the blind point of the horizon<\/p>\n
roses of blood blossom in karbala and my heart was petrified<\/p>\n
hell is frozen; heaven is thawed<\/p>\n
a stark naked blood rain fell onto the desert hot and rocks<\/p>\n
I am hunting for my mind so that I can sacrifice it to the truncated head<\/p>\n
I loved you; I felt you through your eyes<\/p>\n
coal eyed meriem do not leave me<\/p>\n
hey tired and offended gods! come down to the human level<\/p>\n
stop the death! stop dollar and yen<\/p>\n
dirty dollar greening in screams and cries<\/p>\n
that anger and revival suffocate you too<\/p>\n
be parched in the embers of a baby<\/p>\n
your full son milks blood in your own self<\/p>\n
the republic of men<\/p>\n
ayon oros \u2013 the garden of mary<\/p>\n
vaccination for death, elixir is in tear bottle<\/p>\n
my meriem, do not cry my daughter! do not cry<\/p>\n
do not wear blacks! do not wound my heart<\/p>\n
your mum wants love not a bomb and a broom<\/p>\n
let us stand in love; you know angels do not cry<\/p>\n
should there be heavenly justice and holy men<\/p>\n
under the dead turning to soil, above the sky<\/p>\n
an aching scream echoes from the graveyard<\/p>\n
\u201cmeriem! meriemti! where is my meriem\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
This poem was dedicated to one-year-old Meriem pulled into pieces by American bombs in her mother\u2019s embrace and dying in April 6, 2003.<\/i><\/p>\n
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tablet one<\/h3>\n
in a eternal and timeless dreamland<\/p>\n
it is I being the first creator of the universe, the great god<\/p>\n
it is you, the first creature expelled from the paradise<\/p>\n
the first love scraped onto a tablet and the first sin, lilith<\/p>\n
the first garden was watered and she seduced him<\/p>\n
she made adam en enemy of me<\/p>\n
she was not an angel but a fire<\/p>\n
adam burnt down and was steeped<\/p>\n
his left rib became damp<\/p>\n
ecstatic eve got nothing<\/p>\n
there was lilith before eve<\/p>\n
she was a passionate voice, my harbour and beloved<\/p>\n
his scarlet golden hair was a sea<\/p>\n
her thin ankles with bangle were waves<\/p>\n
her eyes perceiving faraway had ice blue lines<\/p>\n
she was the first female to lead astray adam<\/p>\n
I was longing for lilith; adam was searching for meat<\/p>\n
the love for memed- jesus-moses and david is bosh<\/p>\n
the reason of all the wars is a female \u2013 jealousy<\/p>\n
ambergris scented water for good luck<\/p>\n
orientalist and clear odour<\/p>\n
you are the first pureness of my soul<\/p>\n
do not lose your first spring scent lilith<\/p>\n
get married to a turkish man and deserve the garden of eden<\/p>\n
the great k\u00f6k turk warrior urungu is witness<\/p>\n
siren was a half-bird, half-virgin and half woman<\/p>\n
siren voices on the siren rocks, daughters of zeus<\/p>\n
lyrics of the first song seducing sailors<\/p>\n
the eyes of nymphs, the first source of fire<\/p>\n
tablet two<\/h3>\n
I presented the heaven so that you would be happy<\/p>\n
it is I, lilith \u2013 I will have no rest if adam is alive<\/p>\n
adam sleeping around wants to have the first power<\/p>\n
he wants to become double in adobe houses on the first farm<\/p>\n
adam moves on lilith\u2019s body like a stoneroller<\/p>\n
she gets angry and writes a letter<\/p>\n
the first spouse made of soil \u2013the first look<\/p>\n
lilith is the forgiver and fruitful sky<\/p>\n
she is the sown soil yielding<\/p>\n
hence, beneath him is she to lie<\/p>\n
formerly did she leave me before leaving adam<\/p>\n
she is among those expelled<\/p>\n
she is the first prostitute and sinner<\/p>\n
she belongs to genes and devils and<\/p>\n
sleeps and makes love with them<\/p>\n
she had dozens of children \u2013 blemished<\/p>\n
tablet three<\/h3>\n
adam does not put up with being a widower<\/p>\n
and asks me for a wish \u2013 the first sorrow<\/p>\n
he wants me to call lilith to pavilion again<\/p>\n
then I assigned three angels<\/p>\n
should she not come back to me, I shall\u2026!<\/p>\n
hundreds of children died; she did not care<\/p>\n
she did not love adam; nor did she cheat<\/p>\n
as she nursed a grudge, she could not endure the pain<\/p>\n
she bit and poisoned pregnant women and babies<\/p>\n
it did not be enough<\/p>\n
then lilith embraced the holy tree of love<\/p>\n
she left the door ajar \u2013 the first key<\/p>\n
go to the evil side \u2013 go to heaven<\/p>\n
the first bloody sheet \u2013 loincloth \u2013 ululation<\/p>\n
music and singing in paradise<\/p>\n
the life is red lipstick \u2013 crisp with sesame seeds<\/p>\n
tablet four<\/h3>\n
yet I did create the woman from man \u2013 alive<\/p>\n
lilith sowing the wind and reaping a whirlwind<\/p>\n
the most lustful of the loves, passionate fairy<\/p>\n
the fieriest of the temple whores<\/p>\n
shahmaran eyed sacred angel<\/p>\n
before the puerperal fever<\/p>\n
she bewitched the men and the god<\/p>\n
dream of the children with charms and amulets<\/p>\n
the scarlet female with rosy breasts and long hair<\/p>\n
the first person desired, the first shaken moon of the night<\/p>\n
be lost in the uncontrolled river not to be restrained<\/p>\n
\u00a0the pain of love and peace is devoted to the last feministic victory<\/p>\n
go and eat the forbidden and unripe fruit of your first passive sexuality<\/p>\n
lilith is the first female to fight against patriarchal adam and blemished eve<\/p>\n
tablet five<\/h3>\n
a ladybug in the confident night<\/p>\n
fire haired \u2013 golden sumer anatolia<\/p>\n
the devoted sacred land \u2013 vagina<\/p>\n
bloody dream- david- john the baptist<\/p>\n
fight for water or naphtha \u2013 my last wish<\/p>\n
lilith ost \u2013 global farting masters<\/p>\n
made of sand and foam, spoiled<\/p>\n
muddy and breathless giant with a sack<\/p>\n
his umbilicus and volcanic vent is a brothel<\/p>\n
mortal and endless pleasure \u2013 broken key<\/p>\n
lilith was the first snake to corrupt eve<\/p>\n
stairs to the sky \u2013 shiftless<\/p>\n
mystical rainbow, dew of the variegated dawn<\/p>\n
my flame- my essence- my pomegranate- my honey bee<\/p>\n
intimidate the lightning and thunderbolt then go<\/p>\n
\u00a0the tree of love and wisdom, indigo sky,<\/p>\n
the shadow and gleam of poetry, lilith<\/p>\n
yellow amber scented spike<\/p>\n
the angel going insane and committing a crime<\/p>\n
red soil of the wedding night<\/p>\n
scent of raw thyme and partridge<\/p>\n
the deep blindness through which I idolize you<\/p>\n
forgotten love of the lost time<\/p>\n
the rock holding onto the roots of a juniper<\/p>\n
connected to the life with a rope of love<\/p>\n
kid of the celestial fancy goat<\/p>\n
horse and spike are parallel and head down<\/p>\n
my bride lilith with her skyish dress<\/p>\n
where is our address rock<\/p>\n
where is stone pillow<\/p>\n
go to the poet to be together<\/p>\n
come now and say yes<\/p>\n
my dear lilith<\/p>\n
the last tablet<\/h3>\n
tv channel (sewer)<\/p>\n
pollutes my utopia<\/p>\n
I was besieged<\/p>\n
the black hole \u2013 ignorance peculiar to heaven<\/p>\n
jade, rebellion of the scarlet horses of fire<\/p>\n
bleeds in a chasm \u2013 my beloved dresses my wounds<\/p>\n
the passionate love hitting me to ways<\/p>\n
I am the ghazi kemal, the first \u2013 you are the doctor, lilith<\/p>\n
my wound formed a crust \u2013 before strangers came to the village<\/p>\n
I have to ride on a horse of poetry with wild mane and go to fronts<\/p>\n
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fidel cried<\/i> while you sleep<\/i> anatolia<\/i> mevlana<\/i> they were always like this<\/i> my soul rose garden, anatolia dreamland<\/i> imazighen dance<\/i> crazy dervish<\/i> dervish of cosmos<\/i> Istanbul<\/i><\/i> a\u015fukiye<\/i> freesia<\/i> high mualla<\/i> terror the tuberculosis<\/i> dying alive<\/i> sway beautiful<\/i> erosion<\/i> tired of a dream<\/i> zeibekiko<\/i> eurasia<\/i> sar\u0131kam\u0131\u015f<\/i> fire in quarters<\/i> eyes are siblings<\/i> blood kiss<\/i> a letter to a death poet<\/i> dance of the shaman<\/i> expostulate on god<\/i> god of storms \u00a0<\/i> forefinger of god<\/i> a drop of water<\/i> nietzsche<\/i> ku\u015fadas\u0131<\/i> lip mark of a lost city<\/i> scent of a mother<\/i> black mamba<\/i> the last kariz digger <\/i> a tale of love<\/i> elegiac d\u00f6ne<\/i> fellow<\/i> tarkana<\/i> epic kubaba<\/i> cried as she was kissed<\/i> hector<\/i> beya\u011f\u0131l<\/i> monstrosity<\/i> ah tamara<\/i> poor tamara<\/i> ocean<\/i> middle east the sperm circus <\/i> silk necktie<\/i> bagel<\/i> roust<\/i> galina<\/i> requiem of a shepherd<\/i> white dream<\/i> internal angle<\/i> undress and come<\/i> tear bottle<\/i> fire walks<\/i> soul to soul<\/i> yesterday was pregnant for tomorrow<\/i> rosy widow istanbul<\/i> bleeding poem<\/i> cemetery of the nameless<\/i> love for the nile<\/i> meryemti<\/i> tablets of lilith<\/i> tablet one<\/i> tablet two<\/i> tablet three<\/i> tablet four<\/i> tablet five<\/i> the last tablet<\/i><\/div>\n
DURSUN \u00d6ZDEN<\/h1>\n
Poet and Travel Writer<\/p>\n
Poet, travel writer and journalist Dursun \u00d6zden was born in Ni\u011fde in 1950. After graduated from Ni\u011fdeHigh School he studied management and cartography. Then he finished the Press and Public Relations Department of Anatolian University. He obtained diplomas from \u201cThe Academy of K\u0131rcali Balkan Folklore Institute\u201d in Bulgaria and \u201cGrigore Kiazim Popular Music Research Institute\u201d in BucarestUniversity. \u00a0 His first poem appeared in 1970. His poems and essays were translated and published in English, Spanish, Arabic, Macedonian and Russian. \u00a0 He started his journalist career in 1976 on the Politic Newspaper of Kocaeli as a correspondent. Furthermore he worked in ISTA-Istanbul Haber Ajans\u0131 (Istanbul News Agency), Politika, Cumhuriyet, Milliyet, AA-Anadolu Ajans\u0131 (Anatolian Agency) and DHA-Do\u011fan Haber Ajans\u0131 (Do\u011fan News Agency). \u00a0 He visited more than 70 countries and every city in Anatolia. He made researches on missed ethnic cultures, beliefs and folklores of Africa. Dursun \u00d6zden has also made researches on exchange of population and wanderers of Anatolia. He published many books on travel articles. He is continuing to write articles for Azer News, Assa-Irada, Daily News Travel, Bizim Gazete (Our Newspaper), Bilim-\u00dctopya (Science-Utopia), T\u00fcrk Dili Dergisi (The review of Turkish Language) and Cumhuriyet Gezi (The supplement travel journal of Cumhuriyet) \u00a0 Dursun \u00d6zden is the founder and supervisor of The Union of Science and Literature work owners (BESAM), member of The Travel Writers Association, The International Federation of Writers and Journalists of Tourism (FIJET), The World Federation of Writers (PEN), Turkish Press Council, Turkish Journalist Association, The Turkish-Arabic Science,\u00a0The Union of\u00a0Documentary Filmmakers,\u00a0Culture and Artistic Association, The Association of Man of Letters and Turkish Writers Syndicate. -Dursun \u00d6zden is the attorney in Turkey of ASSAI-IRADA (Daily News Agansia), AZER NEWS (English Newspaper), DAILY NEWS TRAVEL (Italian)\u00a0Representative of Turkey. \u00a0 \u00d6zden\u2019s works on literature, culture, art, tourism, language, critics and folklore are permanently printed in newspapers, reviews and broadcasted on the radio or televisions. \u00a0 Published Works:<\/b> \u00a0<\/b> \u2013 RAINBOW FIELD (poetry) \u2013 INDUSTRIAL DEMOCRACY (research) \u2013 NEW TIME DERVISH (poetry) \u2013 THE EXTREME OF LOVE (poetry) \u2013 AFTER READING (articles) \u2013 THE BLEEDING SONG (poetry) \u2013 DON\u2019T LET THE SONGS BLEED (In Macedonian 3 books – poetry) \u2013 CUBA IS NOT SO FAR (memory, travel) \u2013 LIPPRINT (poetry) \u2013 CONTEMPORARY STORY SELECTION (anthology) \u2013 THE LIGHT OF LOST TIME (poetry) \u2013 THE KEY OF MY HEART (essay) \u2013 THE PARADISE WITHOUT LIES, CUBA (travel guide) \u2013 A JOURNEY TO UYGHUR KARIZES (research-travel) \u2013 NAZIM OF GALINA (travel-dialogue-research) \u2013 SCARLET HORSES OF FIRE (poetry) \u2013 INVOLVED ARTICLES (articles, critics) \u2013 UYGHUR KAREZES\u00a0(documentary film) (2009) \u2013 TURPAN KAREZES WE HAVEN PROFITS\u00a0(documentary research, interviews) (2010) \u2013 ANATOLIA KAREZES (documentary film) (2010) \u2013 ANATOLIAN WATER CIVILIZATION (documentary film) (2011) –HOLY WATER ZAMZAM (documentary film) (2012) Prizes:<\/b> \u00a0 1970- World Peace of Day Poetry Prize 1977- Dimitry Blaguev Story Prize 1989- STFA, Technical Staff Prize 1996- Guayasamin Association of Cuba, Latine American Literature Prize 1999- Middle East Writers Association, Al Cahez Poetry Prize 2000- Adverse\u00a0Art Review of Adana, 8. National Poetry Prize 2000- A. Biographical Institute (ABI), Prize of Cultural Research 2001- Journalists Association of Turkey (TGC), Local Press Prize 2003- The Arabian News Agency Association, Red Poems Poetry Prize 2003- Tunisian Ministry of Culture, Golden Palm Prize 2004- Azerbaijan Writers Association, Sword & Pen Prize 2005- Syrian Ministry of Culture and Tourism, Silk Road Prize 2005- China-Uyghur Autonomous Region of the People\u2019s Republic of China, Karez Well Research Prize 2005- Russia-VotkinskyMunicipality, Tchaikovsky Citizenry Prize 2006- Mersin\/Yenice Municipality, World\u2019s Peace Day Prize 2006- AzerbaijanScienceAcademy, Turkish of World Research Prize 2007- Malaysian Ministry of Culture, Pacific Colors Prize 2009- Chinese Writers Association, Friendship Through Letters Prize. 2012- UNESCO \/ IHP<\/p>\n
Contact Address:<\/b> \u00a0<\/b> PO Box: 10(34431) Beyo\u011flu \/ISTANBUL<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
POETRY TABLETS SCARLET HORSES OF FIRE \u00a0POET: DURSUN OZDEN May 2013 \u00a0Translation: Bet\u00fcl Akda\u011f YOLERI PRESS fidel cried \u00a0 venceremos laughing-crying ours was a smart revenge a picture of peace and love the half blood princess of caribbean poor and happy in a light harvest, in a mortar, in mid air- havana cigar talismanic-hermetic rebel …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1343,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[49,2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1975"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1975"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1975\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2384,"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1975\/revisions\/2384"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1343"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1975"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1975"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dursunozden.com.tr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1975"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}

my soul rose garden<\/h1>\n

crazy dervish<\/h1>\nme<\/p>\nneither a commander<\/p>\nnor<\/p>\nwealthy<\/p>\ndream fellow<\/p>\npoor dervish<\/p>\nI am a jade colt<\/p>\nmy love is unrequited<\/p>\nkey of the hearts<\/p>\nrunning iron<\/p>\na good\u00a0horse\u00a0is called bay<\/p>\na good man is called batty<\/p>\n

erosion<\/h1>\ngreen was dying<\/p>\nflower was fading<\/p>\ntrees were crying<\/p>\nloves were decaying<\/p>\nhumanity was melting<\/p>\nsoil was sliding<\/p>\nmountains were undressing<\/p>\nhills were shrinking<\/p>\nrocks were enlarging<\/p>\n

erosion<\/h1>\n
green was dying<\/p>\n
flower was fading<\/p>\n
trees were crying<\/p>\n
loves were decaying<\/p>\n
humanity was melting<\/p>\n
soil was sliding<\/p>\n
mountains were undressing<\/p>\n
hills were shrinking<\/p>\n
rocks were enlarging<\/p>\n