I
love is indispensable passion
like bread
we finish off
we make it up again
either in the chaos of the cities
or in the loneliness of the mountains
all alone
you
you are my beloved,
who hides the avalanches in her dreams
if you lost your way as a snowflake
learn that hopelessness
is the stumble upon stones on the roads
hope
is the dress of our dreams…
II
and we should never forget
nevermore
to fall in love with someone
with the love of people
is the relief from decay
to ****
and to be killed cruelly
are the mistakes of human beings
therefore one day... if you are;
hurt and go away from love for a while
if the hesitancy ruins your dreams of sharing
if you're left unfaithfully
the reality is unique
beat about the bush is unnecessary
at the final analysis
every leaving
is the reason to look for love in someone else…
III
whereas, passionate love is singular
human is plural
there is no old and new passionate love
the most real death is
to lose all your hopes
the utmost collapse is
to give up from love
the most truthful return
is to return to passionate love
the nicest words of love
are the ones whispered by your voice
and this is the most beautiful one
among all the voices in the universe…
IV
they're right when they say
great loves have great risks
with deep yearning, be together again
of the true lovers
happens after they were
departed...
when one thinks love is dead
the most strongest revival of love is
to wake up all of a sudden
at the memories of yearn
bathing in the waterfalls
and cascading rivers
reaching to sky
pick up the blue color of love
and, to be borned, freely,
once again in your eyes...
V
for a moment... when you stare into far
suddenly, when lavas spew out
from the volcano of your heart
when yearn for love winds up your body
and if can't endure
be sure I'm blowing the winds of my thoughts
at every move of leaves
from very far
piercing the darkness of your dreams
a growing point
a fresh breeze from the sea
increasing up
wave on wave
and also be sure
if your heart become a pen
and want to go on own way
I'm waiting for you, opening my arms
these white daisies… in my hands
sign for yearn/missing of you
this is the waiting of a heart
never get tired of the wait…
VI
expectancies
formation of poems
flowing of life to stories
is almost the preparation to walking
of a crawling child
and then the first step starts
this first step means
to say "stop" to the monotony of life
without "delaying" love to the next times
to change the sough of sound to bird warbles
and being lost of two lovers
in one soul
that is to say
in the glory of the freedom of feeling
in order our grandchildren to be inherited
joining of two hearts, forever
by turning red...
VII
it is time my love, it's time
the pages of love opened for you, are new
the meaning of a cordial hello now
is the yearn of the beautiful days to be lived
roads are clear
lights are green
nights are the eve of the sunny tomorrows
breeze of mornings, flows
from the darkness of your black eyes
to the whiteness of your wedding dress
that 's to say
I mean, all the colors
sea
grass
rainbow
everything written for love today
everything to be said and written tomorrow
is for you
every breeze
every rustling leaf
all the songs of birds are
because of, you open the road to love...
Turgay Usanmaz
From the book "goodbye love"
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
razors in their hands
hangmen wanted to cut to bits our tongues
before our hearts
in the mid of the fires
while, hitting our logic to insanity chain
we guarded a red rose in our hearts
slave men
many of them -even- unknowing how they are
deceived by the lies
shared the pogrom
gravitated to Madımak Hotel on 1993
thoughts were in the spider's web
beards are white, hearts are black
feet ran for killing
and burned the flowers' blossoms
with their seeds
which are the future of their children
reverend mullahs!?
now, how the soup tastes at your tables?
after two, they were thirty five comrades
who drained life
from their souls
they were
who had pure love
in their thoughts
now, they will be the guests of our souls
till the eternity
they were proud, revolutionist and compassionate
and they are at the comrades bitter consolation
resting in our hearts
moon lights shining on their faces
that’s why
every second of July
songs are more sorrowful
consciousnesses are more rebellious!
my grudge sharpened -like a knife- day by day
aaaah aah ah!
at the yearn of the friendly smell
at the resistance, not to forget
my feelings
my feelings, remained orphan
Turgay Usanmaz
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
ewer in my hand, basin there
pouring the water
on the floor
while looking around
"BE CAREFUL *******
shouts my Grandpa
performing his ablution
and, so
looking into his eyes
I've learned
sometimes
you feel the love
in swearwords
Turgay Usanmaz
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
just your love is smiling to life
(to...my beloved divine souls..)
when I say goodbye to love
as if world turns into desert
my consciousness numbs, then
gets into my arms like poison
whereas... I mix up my voice with the wind
your numb smile
from my memory
whispers melodies
youngish and fresh
comes back to me
what I wish to tell you
blue at the sea
red in the dawn
freedom in the sun
rainbow at the sky
flowers in the mountains
warmth in the solidarity
so... devoutness of partisan
hate of guns
fire of the eyes
ballad in the lips
dances in the arenas
stars on the foreheads
so, knowledge in consciousnesses
honour in the souls
revolution in the dreams
rhapsody in the beliefs
love in the hearts
spirits in the bodies
that is, yearn
that is, love
so, my melody
every morning
luminosity
flows to my room
from the aurora
of your eyes
every morning
luminary of your words
when I step out
a hopeful cry to the world
HELLO!
Turgay Usanmaz
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC