AS-The World of Jooble

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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

AS-A Cock Was Crowing...

For quite a while a stentorian voice was on the air rebounding a weird song. It was reverberating from the debths of an unfathomable darkness. Come-be-with-me was penetrating into the ears of the addressee, but she was unwilling to listen...

The voice went on echoeing in convulsions, feel-me-feel-me-all-over. Nonchalant to the voice’s vigorous friggings, she was walking with the wind in her hair. Little she knew of a male voice so supplicating. Come-be-with-me-come-my-love. The discharge of the agony in the tone was the moonlight serenade accompanied by the caprices of the wind. Babe-come-back, the voice recoiled in adagio grazioso. Stop, you selfish brute! The woman bemoaned with all the sternness of expression.

Sel-fish in the dish
Always the same menu
It makes me sick

She confided her trouble to the sea. A gradually growing hysteria was suffocating her being. The now over-powering, inquisitive voice of male dominance was demanding surrender. A salty wind was licking her lips. She was suffering from an unquenchable thirst. She wetted her parched lips; the dainty cracks were giving her pain. The stiffening effect of the sea was on her flesh. A chilly gale from the Mount of Venus frothed the sea. The woman was deluged with a sudden gust of wind. It went inside her through the rosy opening of her bosom. Her dignity of carriage cracked. A harsh blow split her jacket, succoured the woman in distress.

The wind was whistling a hard rock rhythm, was pinching her skin, wandering over her moss-like curls. The voice was inviting her to a mesmerizing mock dance. It was trying to capture her whole existence. I-want-all-of-you-body-and-soul...

She had always been happy with her disintegrity, with her solo dancing adjusted to her own whims, quick or slow steps according to her seismic desires. Her unruly movements always denied the dictates of the established authority. She took it as an assault to her freedom. In the skyscrapers erected on the Earth, she had always sensed the same nauseating phallic representation of power against the womb. As unprotected as she was, the female was the elusively idealised object. The male voice now husky with gamahuche, was raping her womanhood. She was a prey of rules, a puppet dancer reigned by the male...

No-woman-without-a man-no-man-without-a woman...The splitting voice was singing incessantly; the covetous wind was cooing, bobbing, doodling her relentlessly. Her soul robbed by the vastness of nothingness, she walked away with her frustrated gait on the desert. A cock was crowing somewhere, nowhere. She couldn’t hear...

Ayten Suvak

AS-Life Span

I was flipping through a novel
Many times I attempted to read

All of a sudden

I noticed a little bird on the window sill
It was addressing me by name
Cheeky Cheeky Cheek
I was taken aback
That bird was a freak

Suddenly in my head there was a click

I was a lady bird
He was my huge butterfly
Flitting among the trunks of trees
We could over the hills fly
My passion would appear and disappear

With a flap of my wings
I could throw him over the windmills

Then I woke up over my book
With a late afternoon breeze
My cat’s rakish looking eyes
On a sparrow with loud cries

I hardly heard my cat’s miao
But strongly heard the chippy
Chippy chirpies of the dying sparrow

As if it were me enclosed in the cat’s paws
Among the books in silent raws
In many of them I drew
Butterflies with the shortest span
Life ever knew...

Ayten Suvak

AS-My Name is Pretender

My Name is Pretender

Tender is my heart
Soft is my skin
I dance around the moon
God almighty tends my groan

Sometimes I become a witch
With a broom
I sweep the floor
I can’t stand the snore

I pretend to be a lover
What I do is to cover
My nudity with your hands
I never disclose any secrets
I write my love letters on the sand

I’m that great pretender
In Freddie Mercury songs

You too pretend to love me if you can
So that we can play in the band
Please stop the time gong with a bang

Because I’m so and so years of age
Just turn over another page
I’ll stand naked in front of you
Pretending to be a voluptuous sage

I know cheaters like me arouse rage
But you can’t keep a wild bird in a cage...

Ayten Suvak

AS-A Delighful Substitute

A Delightful Substitute

With the walls lined with photographs of the past
My house looks like a restaurant
There memories come to dine

Shots taken at family meetings
Relatives smiling with greetings
My fat uncle liquor drinking
My crying mother at my brother’s wedding
My father always missing

I squint hard at the photos
I discover once more
How much my sister looks like Marilyn Monroe
I look like Liz Taylor

Let’s launch into love stories
Equal to those of movie queens

Now one can see my eyes riverting
To the mushy look that love drunks have
Happiness sadness are all bursting inside them

My German lover’s eyes glare into mine
I have the power to manipulate his emotions
We’re running to each other in slow motion
But an evil power strikes my Arnold Schwarz
With an hideous locomotion
He dies of an instant attack
Then and there my heart cracks

I want to draw the film backwards
Blossomed anew every night
My passions give me delight
Who cares if Arnold is dead
Robert can substitute him instead

With the lush dance music without a break
It’s delightful to wrestle with them both
Once Arnold once Robert on top
Seduced by sneaky tectonic tunes

Each night I let them slip out of images of fumes
To enjoy the amorous movies on the walls
Like the odd figures of Andy Warhol
We poke our heads into the night

Shining with sweat
With that thread
When the night gets old
All three of us get cold
With exhaustion
No decent movie ever showed...

Ayten Suvak