Unconsumated Marriage

There lies a girl
In a bed with red blankets
Warm in her nightgown
Styled after the wedding ones
On the wall just opposite
Is hung a picture of newly weds
A bride and a groom
The girl wears a red ribbon
Around her waist
That means she is a virgin
She still is
Since her husband was killed
Right after the ceremony
With a bullet fired
For the honour of their wedding...

Ayten Suvak

Haikus to Myself

Happy-go-tedious me
embellishes every corner-
In her haiku set

Abundant hair
hides and seeks in the bush-
A reddish ribbon

Be simple minded
I repeat constantly to myself-
Then complication occurs

A new leather jacket-
A fresh brand-new skin
after the costly cosmetics

Meaningful envy
in a rough competition-
Meaningless friendhip bursting

Ayten Suvak

W...

We have something
We  are proud
We can live penniless in a shroud
Global crises don't effect us
The problems are nuts
We eat them for breakfast
For lunch and dinner we are served TV serials
We are full to the brim
Our soldiers are grim
We don't want war
We want to make love for a dream
To live in peace in our melted pot
Which is the Turkish art of living...

Ayten Suvak

Womanish

Always nagging
With a boring headache
My mom complains of her life
Of her constant backache
Of her demoded outfits
Of my dad’s financial fits
Hot boiling kettle screams
My mom also screams off her fits
A cold wind screams through the panes
And I scream in pain:
I don’t want to grow up to be a woman
With a hubby so vain
While my dad leaves home again
God knows he also might be  screaming and cursing
Those womanish complaints...

Ayten Suvak

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