Marmaray

A million thoughts in my mind
More crowded than my home town
Istanbul with a golden historic gown
Millions of people in every corner
An awesome disorder
Eight thousand years older than my thoughts
In the relics of the past
Marmaray Project finds the dust of
the time honored rush even in those days
Human minds harbor millions of thoughts
Just like mine while contemplating the Golden Horn
On National Geographics' golden pages...

Ayten Suvak

Noblesse Oblige

Your face in the wine
A bit pale a bit divine
On the holy shrine
You and me half tipsy
Our kisses wry

In the heat of jealousy
I don't know why
I still love you so deeply

I think you're the spy
Always following me
Wherever I go
Till my blood goes dry
I'll drink your wine
So noble so high...

Ayten Suvak

Dreams

When I dream I hear you most
A voice between bariton and bass
Other voices die among them tenors rank high
No matter how they try to be heard
I become deaf when they lie on the stage

When I dream don't yell at me Mr. Tenor
I don't want to hear any more love lies
Copied from the great operas
Just tell them to help to earn your living
As I arrange the cast in my dreams...

Ayten Suvak

Alive

All around my living room
Lives the spirit of my childhood
A photograph here another there
On the walls with yellow papers
My beautiful mom my handsome dad
Look affecionately at me
Reflecting their spirits on me

I live on without their actual protection
But they are alive in my heart
In my prayers
All the time I take action
Against this rash living world...

Ayten Suvak

Your Dancing Planet

Your life's cha cha cha
One step forward
One step backward ha ha ha
Go merrily sideways
Turn around
Stop talking bla bla bla
The world's dancing
Dollars Yens Euros on the air
Don't change the music
Economic rhythym's fair
For dancers
Shaking to the music of coins
You swing back and forth
Happily but pennyless in this world
Hoping your chance music's on the air
In another planet...


Ayten Suvak

Warm November

I like you
And everything like you
Which gives me warmth

No matter winter's coming forth
Heath's still within me
The summer's with me

A warm November afternoon
In the garden
I'm caressing my black kitten

His purr's in my ear
I 've no cold feelings
Although a somehow cold wind's blowing

My kitten's trembling
There's warm milk for him indoors
Where always summer blows...


Ayten Suvak

The New Winner

O My God

Bless our mulatto
Our dear Afro
BARACK HUSEIN OBAMA the world's new motto...

Ayten Suvak

ASlolan ASktır

Shrew

You
Even sometimes be meek
Me
I wish I could defeat
My heart so weak
Whenever we make scenes
Could there be rosy whims
A different caprice it seems
We have each

How wonderful would it be together reach
A peak so unreachable
Even better than that to separate
If you be an unmanageable shrew
Verified by each love parade...

Ayten Suvak