AS-Ere You Die

You are like the last chapter of a novel You seem to have solved all enigmas While your soul grovels You put a rose in the very knot of it Cause yo reached integrity by women's logic But think who said this: "What begins in a lie must end in a lie" So you'd better solve that last enigma Before you die... Ayten Suvak ""Dostoevsky

AS-An Old Boy

Old Boys’ Mansion He tackles girls- All the pension’s spent Shoulders heavy with years and roses Enigma’s Gravity of Love- He pays a careless interest a slight headache Spring torrents a fresh leaf in the water A dissipated man love’s lustre’s lost- A dead star Ayten Suvak

AS-I Don't Want Love...

I Don't Want Love More than I can hold Miles never ever to me much told I can't take my eyes off loneliness I say I have a heart of icicles Only myself can make me feel like dancing If you don't know me by now You can leave me anyhow I run run away Before morning has broken Another cloudy day With a sha la la la I put the word love in an essay In full scala... Ayten Suvak

AS-I Sleep On My Ears

With a derisory smile on my lips At the point of tears I curse The petty everyday life Trivial yet vital strifes Having a foreboding of trouble String that strain my heart To the breaking point I'm gazing alternatively At pros and cons of platonic passions Against the vanity and the jealous egocentricty... Ayten Suvak

AS-Terror by Day

A fat tomcat having devoured some small fish- Now a sleeping coil I was sunbathing on the sand. Nearby there was a summer-house surrounded by a small garden in front. Exhausted from the heat, I moved to the stone steps of the garden gate. The coolness restored my senses a bit, but suddenly I began perspirating anew. Not because of the bruling sun above, but because of a reptile undulating alongside the garden wall. Though small it was, the horror it created was great. I was fascinated, and taken aback, but I managed to rush to my towel on the sand... Two points of light- The malevolent gaze of a serpent in the daylight Ayten Suvak

AS-You Raven

You’re like the raven Sure you don’t come from heaven You croak of some ill Deep inside me I feel We’ll separate dancing To the Chattanooga Choo Choo And to the Moonlight Serenade I’ll listen to Enigmas’ Mea Culpa Sipping an acrid lemonade Far away from you in my abyss I’ll begin humming a popular air All the time concocting the most daring snare I’ll show a savage mingling of two tastes fair Two’s a company three’s a crowd I’ll kick the third person aside In three bounds I’d fall upon pride I’ll make you stoop to conquer Before someone other make you A potential prey For a passion darker Darker than the raven... Ayten Suvak

AS-The Broken Tiles

The water leaks the neighbours complain- I live in a broken mug It’s early morning. The sun’s rising in the east. I open the door of my room, then the windows. I let the fresh air in. I feel the soothing effect of water on my cheeks. In the nearby hospital the staff’s having their early breakfast. Cats are still asleep under the bushes. A crow is on top of the pine tree, another one’s crowing on the acacia.. Men and women are preparing their vehicles for the megacity’s traffic jam in that oppressive heat. I start the daily chores after a while. I take the eggplants, zucchinis, domatoes, green peppers and whatever vegetable I can hold of, out of the fridge. I’ll be cooking a summer dish which I call summersolstice. Soon potable water delivery man is going to ring the bell. Oh, there’s a knock at the door already, but he’s carrying no demijohn on his shoulder. “Sorry if I disturb you at that hour, but there’re some drops of water leaking into my bathroom from yours.” A shudder runs down my spine; I watch the articulation of this sentence on my neighbour’s mouth, my eyes wide open. His words bursting out rapidly are stumbling over one another. In my perplexity I can realise that I’m going to play the most desperate housewife till the broken tiles will be mended properly. Cats can be meowing the noise of the drill in my head- I only hear the plumber Ayten Suvak

AS-No More...

No More... No more thoughts of him Than of a bit of orange peel She won’t hear his name even For the sake of the past she’ll count till seven Before she burns her restless imagination In the vortex of heaven She’s ready to give him a kick To such a fair game of everyone’s wit As she unfolds the allegory In the way to calm and subdue her fancy Which mistook an orange for his head She smashed the fruit in both hands... Ayten Suvak

AS-I Love Freedom...

I Love Freedom and Recognize No Ties You must not regard yourself as bound But with me you’ll always be safe and sound Separation won’t be a question of life and destiny Love is not a cut-and-dried plan without mistery She said aloud after him If my lucky star is at work She added as if in a dream Her tone very proud Her expression grim She exclaimed once again I’ll rob the heart of that clerk He said the serpentlike eloquent tail Of the letter S of my name Reminded him of my lovely curves So I won’t tax him With bedeviling questions With his eloquent remarks He has already won my heart I say that’s a fresh start Wonders would never cease Eyes fixed upon eyes Hand clasping hand Our two S’s would linger With ease in a revery What is to be will be freely... Ayten Suvak

AS-Rushing Up...

AS-I Dash Up Mommy...

I Dash Up... Night’s over I join the rush- Dishes in the sink It’s early morning. I can see the rising sun dimly behind the curtains. I can hear a long cock-a-doodle-doo come from the rare orchards left among the packing-box order of architecture. The voice is followed by a few bars of tomcats’ brawls and ended with a loud engine alarm. It’s now broad gray daylight. Businessmen, businesswomen are leaving their homes with a guiless air for skyscapers where they work. There’s a nasty smog in the air. I’m a trifle uneasy. My mother will soon start complaining of her rheumatism; my father will soon call me to his aid to tend the artificial eye he carries after his glaucoma surgery. My parents the authors of my being- Two dry leaves I wonder if I’ll have time today to read my two new books purchased weeks ago. A cry of despair I let fall a plate- Both my parents are on the floor Ayten Suvak

AS-Coming From The Id

Coming From the Id Somewhere a dove is cooing A navigating fly among flowers In my ear I hear his voice Life is spinning round I see worker bees in the hive In my mouth the taste of honey Everywhere I see nereids Oh Freud, don’t talk again of id Actually I love Aeneid Ayten Suvak

AS-A Twinge...

A Twinge At Heart

An ancient tumbledown wooden house
It haunts everyone as the sun is setting
On a quiet morose winter evening

A fairylike figure wearing a white blouse
It’s passing through the walls blown
As if it were with someone at daggers drawn

How out of order this soul was
In searching of a clue of the past
It was wandering around fast very fast

It’s so much gained of an enemy
Soon it saw the very object flown with the gust
One could see the fairy grown disturbed contemptuously

The facial expression was worth more than a whole poem
It trembled even to the marrow of its soul
As if excited by the peak of a requiem

She tore the paper of music in pieces
That was too much for her delicately organized natures
There he was sleeping with another woman

Whom the fairy would crown with a dagger in the womb
And the notes of that enigmatic music should be carved on his tomb
‘Never escape a twinge at heart recalling me my ex-groom’...

Ayten Suvak

AS-I am...

The Fairy of the Woods

I’m hidden among the trees that surround your homeoffice. I’ve been vigilating you for quite a while. Placed yourself at a large table, you’re sipping your coffee. You’ve a thoughtful air. While surfing on the net, you scratch the back of your head from time to time. You’re cool, though your appearance is a bit neglected.

You’re reading something on the monitor very attentively. You shake your head and then you smile. Now you’re using the keyboard with one hand; the other’s hidden somewhere on your lap working there eagerly. I can see your convulsions from my nest. Your cheeks are pink with violent excitement. You look more relieved, more in high spirits, a bit drowsy perhaps. You get a tissue paper to dry your hands, oh no, to blow your nose. Your eyelids are heavy. Are you unwell? No, just sleepy. You droop your head and dose for a while. I’ll let you rest; I’m comfortable under those laurel trees. I’ll look around while directing furtive glances at you all the while.

I have my long, flowing, rustic dress on. I make friends with your two cute dogs: I call them Cockey and Cunney. Come here sweethearts! They sniff at my picnic basket in which I brought you some dough rolls with spinach in them. I’ll also serve a milky fluid made of yogurt to wash the rolls down. Dogs are keeping me good company but it’s you in my target. I knock on the window to wake you up or rather to surprise you with my unexpected, fairylike presence.

Sure you’re shocked sweetheart, you roll your eyes. It’s I in flesh and blood. You don’t believe your eyes or you can’t see me? Oh, just leave yourself to me, close your eyes and follow me to the woods like a sleepwalker. I’ll take you to a dreamy place where a river flows. Shall we row a boat and sing the song “ row row row your boat gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream...” We’ll bathe in that river of Lethe. It’ll make you forget all the past experience with me. You’ll see me as innocent as the Victorian Angel of the house. You won’t fool yourself with doubts about me any more. You won’t suspect my sincerity. You’ll understand that I’m just a fairy of love in ecstacy; already cleansed in the purgatory for wanton souls.

Come darling, walk with me in the river. See my dress is already wet on my naked body. Hold me as you hold a baby to christen or crawl with me under the poplar trees if you want that demon of a woman back to go on with her magic charms of seduction...

Ayten Suvak

AS-I Knew...

I Knew He Would Leave Me Someday

A spring whirlwind called love
A sweeping storm through my soul
My trembling body is at its goal

My heart would open to let the blossom in
The most delicious fragrance within
A mood of gaiety would come also over him

He would play and romp with me
High spirits would lead us to violent exercise
We wouldn’t think that would cost us a high price

We couldn’t know this gaiety would vanish
He would abandon me pushing me aside
Kindly and gently but nevertheless aside

My entire being would yearn towards him
A cold breeze would suddenly freeze
I should have known I couldn’t get him into my hands

Instantly I would shrink into myself
Into a secret world of benevolent indifference
I would close my heart as a revengeful preference...

Ayten Suvak

AS-Ah Those Males!

I'm smitten by Males (I Maschi)sung by Gianna Nannini...

Ayten Suvak

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AS-Where Does Sanity Lie?

In the gunpowder of a secret spy
In the flour of a drunk’s pie
Or in the newlyborn’s bla bla cry

Happily sleeping in the crib
While we’re living with glib
Which leads to the zone of security
Is it a land of obscurity

A great enigma
Or is sanity in the colours of naivety
In charisma in terza rima
A three-line stanza
Ending with a-b-a
Alianza-bonanza-anza
Or finanza-danza-vitanza
In our endless divina commedia

It’s the spring weather
That makes me such a fool
A fool with a heart and no sense
You can call me to a pool
Where there’s an April fool
Swimming with fish
Isn’t this cool?

Ayten Suvak

AS-I Don't Know Where To Look For Him...

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AS-I Love Him But...

I don't know where to find him
Although
I feel him under my skin
What a pity
He doesn't hear my heart correctly
He lets my love fade away
Now I hate him Adagio Adagio
Because
I doubt he loves Lara Fabian
In video...

Ayten Suvak

AS-Is There A Doctor Here?

I suffer from unremidable neglect
I get no letters from Winnipeg
I promise I’ll pay a kopeck
For each word my special one selects

You see honey
I value my devotion with money
For I pay doctors with gunny bunny
To cure me off you
To save my misty black eyes
Be filled with tears velvety

Oh my doc help me
To get rid of that sour-sweet pleasantry
I’m only a hobbledehoy
Like the girls in the stall
A simple character in a love story
I know how to drown sorrows
In multi-vegetable soups spicy
I’ll prepare a new recipe
That alleged love to cool off
Come doc let my heart leap up
As you feel my boiling pulse
I see a new alleged love in your eyes
As a speedy remedy
To my unwholesome desires...

Ayten Suvak

AS-To Be A A A Woman

Teasing is the word enough
Oh please say it with a little cough

Bewitched comes from the female stuff
Engagement is with gender bluff

A man and a woman
An eternal bound without
A harmonious sound

What else do we need to discuss
On the earth
March the eight
A whole day for gender debate
Nothing is sweeter than an ongoing parade...

Ayten Suvak

AS-The New Love Order

When the moon is in your house
And the Earth aligns with cat and mouse
Then love will guide the planets
And war will fill your heart
This is the dawning of the New Love Order

A New Age of Fright
One world federation of delight
Planetary slavery in the global
Love’s satanic verses to be warshipped as total

In the image of demon
You’ll wrinkle your face with lemon
One Word Trust
One Word Mark of Love
One Word Fullfilment

You’re forced to say
I love that New Love Order
Whether your heart be or not gay

Ayten Suvak

AS-I Missed You Pathetically

Let’s not talk about poetry
While we drink coffee
But no smoking either
Please my lackey

Tell me the apoesy of the moment
My arms folded I’ll listen to your parrot-repetition
I know you find romance only in coition
Good luck comes while loving you say
Like lover like love
A whole lot of nothing
‘Stinkin thinkin’
Beware lest the cup should overflow
My lordly Priapus
My bizarre horn-book is on an apathetic nexus
Exquisite sensation by the touch of forged verses

Our naked souls against each other
Take my no-poems jerkily
Open the citadel wherein reposes the pathetic fallacy
My spiritual virginity
Enjoy the sweet effluvia tasting strangely
Press the region of love deliciously
While you scribble a thrilling no-poem on a cup of coffee

If it’s literary gossip we’re at
Let’s move to a lonely corner
While ferreting out our intimate secrets
With a polished air and refined language
I’m ready to write no-poems on purple and orange...

Ayten Suvak

AS-Dear Sir

Junior or senior
Ever so superior
Royal in appearance
Eagle sharp in glances
Mercury in Virgo advances
Year 1948 passes by in full graces

I love watching your films
Rare as you are in acting abilities
On the air your fine British accent scintillates
No other word better suits you than idol
Sir you already deserve the title...

Ayten Suvak

AS-Tantric Lovers' Day

Tantric Lovers’ Day

Moonlight be your fee
You’re my only ducky

Take all you want of me
All for love-love for all
No sentence is more yuppy
Today-tonight-tomorrow
Ready am I to be led astray
In the red mist of intangibility
Communion of our souls deliciously

Don’t ever desert me
Anchor in me
Rock’n’Roll with me
Longing in you love-token in me
It was-It will be-It is me
Never will stop wanting thee
Grunt my wish to belong to thee...

Ayten Suvak

AS-What's Wrong With...

Dancing With An Illusion?

Isn’t it better than reality’s disillusion?
Can you be 20 cm. shorter?
Can I be 20 cm. taller?
Our height doesn’t match in corporeality
Dimensions are coated creamy
In an illusion world so dreamy
Yes illusions are uncanny
But good for the tantric Cunny
If one’s stricken with timidity
In the cyborgian illusion everything’s free

I can only be me in the space of fantasy
Let be an illusionist my addressee
Let my heart be full of sympathy
Let my love come phantomly on me
I’ll dance with that verity illusionary
Totally beside myself with glee
Don’t ever make my illusion fleshy
I’ll be damn ashamed of my nudity
What do you make with a humbly innocent angel
Wouldn’t ours better be a dream weaving activity?

Ayten Suvak

AS-The World of Jooble

Jooble-tr.com

The World Over Jooble

Jooble jooble everyone’s at work
Nobody’s without work in the World
We have security jooble jooble
Our address is hopping in the google
Career aimed persons may jooble
Yellow pages may have double jooble jooble
On weekends everybody can triple jooble jooble jooble
Part-time jobs have innumerable jooble
Everybody jooble for the employee of the month
Productive researchers may add to the fund
With jooble nobody’s short of life’s account
Jooble is also for the house cleaning round
Students can jooble forever
Jooble can answer all questions ever
No head is drooped when all is joobly clever...

Ayten Suvak

AS-Hail For Disunity

Hail For Disunity

Man and woman
Two grandest creations
Use disunity for animation

Smart politicians celebrate diversity
Every good comes from the lack of unity

The disunity of the self is the main mental activity
The bicameral mind is the invention of psychology
Striking insights are from that split-brainy

Disconnection is consensus’ gravy
Romantic love is said to be
A by-product of language dreamy
While sexual attraction is a verbal disunity

So

All human wisdom is summed up in two words:
Unite and Disunite
Presumably
Although sameness fights against diversity
Strives toward unity

Truth itself is an example of disunity...

Ayten Suvak