"turgay" poems
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
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
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