Category Archives: Poetry

In the Silence of the Night

when the body acts out
your own mortality
taps you on the shoulder

you don’t self-indulge in angst
thoughts of those who have suffered
and suffer hourly sharpen their silhouettes
right before your mind’s eyes
the heart is not far behind

you then arrive at a crossroads
taking the yet-untravelled path
surrounded by the peace of silence

you realize that against all odds
change might be on its way

to your surprise
you hold it by the hand
you no longer resist

like the ripples in a river
siding with its force
floating alongside
strong yet once again
on your own feet
you stand

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 11.7.2019

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A HAIKU

the voice of silence
rustles in the night’s quiet
rivers always flow

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 11.7.2019

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dispensable

dispensable

a futile experiment
unintended . . .

vanity snickered
as none noticed

gone

as
if
never
having
taken
a
breath

dispensable

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 10.31.2019

 

 

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“life on fire”

life keeps burning into Earth’s core
gold-plated pen on imported paper . . .
insane politicians, disguised as humans
don their games of ultimate absurdity
against the wildest definition of sanity
each de-constructs, destroys and destructs
until their own brains shrink day by day
alongside ours, which we have obviously sent
onto lost grounds somewhere else to play

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, August 21, 2019

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“hypocrisy”

those who say they speak for humanity

dress up in the darkest brand of nationality

including my own state of being torn

what an extent to hypocrisy!

rapidly, we become historians

though we are the mere custodians

of our own preferred schools of thought

long ago, innocence had been lost

no matter who now claims to have it

only a blurry line remains

atop the muddled bloody stains

in the name of humanitarianism . . .

what a glamorous facade!

why not call it what it is?

selective nationalism!

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, October 13, 2019

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A HAIKU

utter destruction
many sleepers take a side
the heart must decide

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, October 12, 2019

 

 

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“Cezve”

Bir cezve
Biraz kahve ve su
Bir kare çikolata
Şeker yerine

Birkaç yudum akabinde
Eser kalmaz o tattan

Anılar oysa ki öyle mi . . .
Her bir fincanda yüzlercesi

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 16 Ağustos, 2019

 

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One cezve*
A bit of coffee and water
One piece of chocolate
A sugar substitute

The taste? Gone!
After a few sips

As for the memories . . .
Hundreds, in one single cup

English translation: (c) hülya n. yılmaz, October 5, 2019

*Turkish coffee pot

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