A Clean Talk
O **** star,
While you are engaged in oral dog ***
believe me, your mouth is cleaner
than the mouths of fake democrats,
fake patriots, and politicians
who make false promises.
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And compared to the fake "ah, Homeland,"
and "uh, Homeland" sighs
of poets who write poems about the homeland,
your own "ahs" and "uhs"
are more natural.
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Such is life:
You cannot hold two watermelons in one hand,
but you can hold two cucumbers in one hand.
That is, you can be both in power and in opposition.
That is, you can accept both European values
and Eastern values.
That is, you can place your feet
on both the government side
and the opposition side.
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But your legs,
upon shoulders, are like an angel's.
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Even if you have *** with a double partner,
you are still purer,
you are still cleaner.
That is the difference, beautiful lady.
You have sold your body
and earn money through honest labor.
These people, however, have sold their cleanliness
and earn ***** money.
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That is the difference, beautiful lady.
Do you know how they drew the border
between democracy and dictatorship?
As if there were dung in the middle of the road,
and they rode bicycles right through its center.
Thus they turned the tracks of politics into dung.
Everywhere smells of dung,
while from your bed comes the scent of roses.
That is the difference, beautiful lady.
You even gave a dog
the pleasure of paradise.
These people give human beings
a dog's suffering.
That is the difference, beautiful lady.
World politics is already busy with ************
while you are a symbol of group ***
Look how socialized you have become.
That is the difference, beautiful lady.
...
The one who suffers most, however,
is the cameraman who films you.
He is the most patient man in the world.
He is the person who controls
his greed,
his feelings,
and his desire better than anyone else.
It is precisely him
whom I would like to recognize
as the leader of world politics.
P.S.
I compare myself with those politicians as well.
My eye of insight has opened;
I look at the world with three eyes.
They, however, embrace the world
with four hands.
That is my difference as well.
That is my difference,
beautiful-eyed lady.
And I want to embrace you
with four hands.
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC
Your eyes, too,
Could be sorrowful;
your eyes no longer devour people,
your eyes are fasting,
your eyes have become devout.
On your chest are twin minarets,
your chest has also become devout.
Your feet—angels on shoulders,
and under your feet is paradise;
from head to toe
you are a believer.
But your bottle-shaped legs
prove that you are truly like wine—
as years pass, your effect grows.
Both believer and infidel—
is this a new kind of transness?
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:10 AM UTC
Şehit ruhu der ki...
Anne, beni Anavatan ćağırdı
İki anne arasında kaldım ben
Susamıştım, gökten kurşunl yağırdı
Ağlamadım, bulut gibi doldum ben
Biz de düştük bu feleyin oynuna
Tabutumu el götürdü çiynine
Ana Toprak aldı beni koynuna
İki anne arasında kaldım ben
Bu da bir tür tesellidi, inamdı
Bu dar mezar son evimdi, binamdı.
Bütün şehit anneleri annemdi
Gör kaç anne arasında kaldım ben.
Göz yaşına değmez bin- bin altın da
Döne- döne, defe - defe öldün de
Cennet kabrim ayakların altında
Candan geçip bu makama geldim ben
Anne beni Ana Vatan çağırdı
İki anne arasında kaldım ben
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 1:43 AM UTC
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For Jennifer Lopez
In your underwear photo
You affect the human subconscious.
Your body is like an ancient hourglass,
And you — a modern lady,
Time itself grows old, but you do not.
Your body is like an hourglass,
You have as many admirers as grains of sand.
Your body is like an hourglass,
The pulse of those who love you
Is measured by their wristwatches.
Your body is like an hourglass,
Wall clocks have grown old,
Now the hands of those clocks
Are like old men walking on three legs.
You are also like wine —
As the years pass, your quality increases,
And you drive people crazy.
Your voice, however,
Is melodious like the sound of a clock.
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC
So what if
your face is like a flower garden?
My heart, meanwhile, is like a beehive —
your longing has thousands of nests inside me.
And I am allergic to bee venom.
Its medicine is analgin, dimedrol.
Or can you not be
as much as analgin and dimedrol?
The flowers on your face have no nectar,
like artificial flowers
laid upon graves.
I already have diabetes.
I could feed this beehive with sugar too.
Artificial honey would come out.
Besides, everything in this country is artificial.
Let the harvest of my sorrow be artificial too.
Your love is artificial anyway.
But fake analgin and dimedrol do not exist —
because they are too cheap.
Look, on the balcony, swallows
build nests with their mouths.
But the mouths of people like you
destroy homes, destroy nests.
By now I love bees more than people,
I love swallows,
I love cheap medicines.
Be as jealous as you want.
...There are grave flowers on your face.
So many wishes have died inside you,
woman like a homeland.
You are like a homeland.
But I, miserable as I am,
cannot even become a swallow.
I am like a sparrow.
On the crater-like roads
of this ruined homeland,
I foolishly treat muddy puddles
like jacuzzis.
I am like a sparrow.
It is only my sorrow
that makes me look big.
Bahtiyar Hidayet, Azerbaijan
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:09 AM UTC
Your final moments happened before my eyes.
You were breathing deeply,
So deeply that
It was as if you were breathing in place of the years you would never live.
Your eyes were fixed on one point.
You were not blinking,
As if you wanted to see the world in place of the years you would never live.
You had no strength to rise from the bed,
As if you were sleeping for all the years you would never sleep again.
I washed your body myself, brother.
As I washed you, I cleansed myself in your place.
From now on, I will live more purely, like you.
For your gravestone,
Your wedding photograph became the most suitable picture.
Your wedding photograph looks out from the gravestone
For all the weddings you would never again be able to attend.
While there are so many who should die,
Tell me, in whose place did you die, my brother?
Do not long for us, my brother,
My grandmother is beside you there.
My father is beside you.
My mother is preparing to come beside you too.
Beneath the earth is more beautiful—
No electricity bill, no gas bill, no loan debt...
The pension capital you gathered until today
Will belong to your children.
It will keep your children alive.
We too will help your children.
We too will live a little in your place.
And the humanity capital you gathered until today
Will keep your memory alive.
And this poem too will keep your memory alive.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 3:04 AM UTC
Your final moments happened before my eyes.
You were breathing deeply,
So deeply that
It was as if you were breathing in place of the years you would never live.
Your eyes were fixed on one point.
You were not blinking,
As if you wanted to see the world in place of the years you would never live.
You had no strength to rise from the bed,
As if you were sleeping for all the years you would never sleep again.
I washed your body myself, brother.
As I washed you, I cleansed myself in your place.
From now on, I will live more purely, like you.
For your gravestone,
Your wedding photograph became the most suitable picture.
Your wedding photograph looks out from the gravestone
For all the weddings you would never again be able to attend.
While there are so many who should die,
Tell me, in whose place did you die, my brother?
Do not long for us, my brother,
My grandmother is beside you there.
My father is beside you.
My mother is preparing to come beside you too.
Beneath the earth is more beautiful—
No electricity bill, no gas bill, no loan debt...
The pension capital you gathered until today
Will belong to your children.
It will keep your children alive.
We too will help your children.
We too will live a little in your place.
And the humanity capital you gathered until today
Will keep your memory alive.
And this poem too will keep your memory alive.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 2:58 AM UTC
Advice
A puppy
learned how to behave
in 3–5 months
thanks to a dog trainer.
But I know a person who—
2 years kindergarten,
11 years school,
4 years university,
2 years master’s,
2 years doctoral studies,
20 years in a position…
Still could not learn
to be human.
In stubbornness, like a goat,
in thinking, like a sheep,
in cunning, like a fox,
in cowardice, like a rabbit,
in predation, like a hyena.
So,
dog trainers are stronger—
they should be brought into education.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 7:29 AM UTC
Advice
A puppy
learned how to behave
in 3–5 months
thanks to a dog trainer.
But I know a person who—
2 years kindergarten,
11 years school,
4 years university,
2 years master’s,
2 years doctoral studies,
20 years in a position…
Still could not learn
to be human.
In stubbornness, like a goat,
in thinking, like a sheep,
in cunning, like a fox,
in cowardice, like a rabbit,
in predation, like a hyena.
So,
dog trainers are stronger—
they should be brought into education.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
Do not be sad, friends, do not be very sad
That the tyrants are shedding our blood.
Blood is like water,
As water becomes ***** as it stays in one place,
Blood also
Becomes ***** as it stays in the body.
Continue the struggle, friends, continue the struggle.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 5:52 AM UTC