AS-Burning Love

Burning Love

We're all hot
Our Sun kisses us with all His might
Turkey's on fire

Ayten Suvak

AS-Turning Left in Istanbul

Turning Left in Istanbul

In Istanbul people turn left
While sighning for the right
All Turks are bright
In entrance exams
Thousands are carried in trams
For only a few positions
Snatched by the govermental hands
Right and left
All privileges bereft


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AS-Staying With Family

Staying With Family

The round table of small events
The timber house filled with gossips of ghosts

The half broken window pane
I knew could expose all my shame

Stealing my big brother's pocket money
Pretending to be his sister of honey

But we were children
Lost among the numerous

Shady rooms
Cats and kittens
And pocket books

Which still whisper into my ear:
"You're a misarable thief of stolen memories..."

Ayten Suvak

AS-Burning Love

Burning Love

We're hot
the Sun's kissing with all his might-
The World's on fire...

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AS-Cyborg

Cyborg

Lady green metal
Your circuits knit
Penelope's wits
Weaving human and
Inhuman words
Harsh reproaches
That clink when
Spoken in
Inner and outer space
Named after The Odyssey

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AS-Fathers' Day

Fathers’Day

Favours done to him
According to mothers’day rules
Take a deep breath
Hers deserves more shopping cruise
Eternal rivalry
Rests on her lap
Seeks for her love
Deus though buys Hera’s chain
Arranging mythology and
Yearning for a Kings’Day ever so majestically...

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AS-Sacred Pigeons

Sacred Pigeons

They are all over the mosques
Gray clouds of wings and saintly flies
It is a kind of secret more
Than the beliefs can hold
The way the birds are fed
Shows how our souls met
At the crossroads of holy and mundane
In one tiny bit of corn
Secular rules horn
What is left of divinity
God Damn Organisms
Frankenfood in pigeons’ corn
To feed us to the end
When all is metamorphosed
In Mother Nature’s porn...

Ayten Suvak