“Throw everything away, forget about it all! You are learning too much, remembering too much, trying too hard . . . relax a little bit, give life a chance to flow its own way, unassisted by your mind and effort. Stop directing the river’s flow.” ~ Mooji
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you were on foreign soil
Mom chose not to hurt you there
then the day of your arrival came . . .
i saw your soul’s sorrow for the first time
i still see you in my heart’s eyes
through the parents-room left ajar
how hard you cried sobbing all along
what i thought to have lasted for too long
Dad i now know more than ever before
what it means to have our fortress gone
i am after all on a desert void of any oasis to come . . .
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flowers . . .
in a bouquet of colors
freshly rain-showered
indoor plants . . .
showing of their well-earned drops of sweat
in their temporary home, the wild outdoors
one bird-seed-tower . . .
a multi-flat avian-condo
emptied before it dangles on its shepherd hook
the other feeder . . .
a villa compared to its safely distant neighbor
ready to cater a larger-than-ever-squirrel convention
a chipmunk . . .
re-arranging the patio furniture
sending out disapproving looks
a broken ground-light . . .
waiting to be glued to health
having taken the Gorilla Glue as its mate
the non-smoker-worthy ashtray . . .
cuddled up with a Citronella bucket
enchanted by the lure of a cozy tryst
last year’s garden art . . .
each piece as vibrant as it was then
the old loyal Bistro set . . .
trapped in its primal space
vying for one more breath
taking on a growingly greener tint in plain sight
right before this summer’s seats’ snubbing eyes
blah blah blah
enough already!
all is cool and dandy
but i need the bowl of candy
unless she moves out and abound
my sweets will eat chat and frolick around
hungrier by the second is my family
this woman is surely an anomaly!
she’d better hand over
at least the cottony bunny to me
if she doesn’t i will forever be her archenemy
© The Hawk of Happy Valley
c/o hülya n yılmaz, June 27, 2018
Filed under Poetry, Reflections
[Photo Credit: Süleyman Yılmaz, my brother; Ankara, Turkey 2016]
wishing for revolving doors
door #1
you sound different
not like your usual self
confused sad in despair?
then comes your desperate plea
after hearing which i choose to flee
i’ve decided, my girl
i’m coming to stay with you
how could i be so indifferent!
door #2
i see through the mundane
i not only hear but i also listen
i sense something is just not right
i can almost touch and feel your plight
of course, Dad!
© hülya n yılmaz, June 24, 2018
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tens of vultures huddled
playing phone tag with those in the farthest distance
they all heard it now . . .
breathing bodies lain there to feast on
tiny unprotected not-yet-knowing-how to-walk bodies
with each of their soon-to be-bloodied cells crying
their half-closed fear-laden eyes searching
for their mommies and daddies
while their fading whispers
hold on to their last hope
. . .
other adults would come
and when they do
their hurts will be no longer
first a warm calming hug
everything is okay-kind of a-hug
then their aching tummies will be filled
on top of a heated receiving blanket
they will fall into a sweet slumber
and see their mummies and daddies in their dreams
. . .
not so at all!
get ready you dearest little souls
too many grown-ups want you to die
but before you pass on to the yonder
which they themselves dread to death
throughout their miserable lives
know that there is not just one of them out and about
plenty of them play hide and seek all around
they come in different shapes and sizes
only their heart fits under the same reptiles’ rock
because they all don it in their rotting unified inside
a post-birth malfunction that is one of a kind . . .
© hülya n yılmaz, June 20, 2018
[Photo Credit: Self, June 12.2018 ~ Location: Winslow, New Jersey]
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My Dear Friends -Readers, Commentators and Silent Followers Alike:
I now stand before another thrilling door of opportunities as I am retiring from academia, having had the amazing fortune to teach my beloved college students for over forty years. The date of my formal retirement from my faculty position at The Pennsylvania State University is June 30th, 2018. My 15+ years of association with this nationally and internationally noted university has been a most memorable and rewarding experience throughout my career’s journey. I shall miss the students whom I have encountered and come to love in my teaching-learning dynamics semester after semester over my teaching tenure. While this fact will remain in my heart and mind for the remaining of my days (assuming that Alzheimer’s will not knock on the door to keep me as a companion), I am in my highest eagerness looking forward to my new path where I will assume on a full-time basis the role of a writer, translator, languages- and literature-consultant, an editor and a lecturer on a global platform.
I will soon be back with my regular blog posts; that is, with (hopefully more of) my own work as far as creative writing, for which my hunger and thirst have already grown beyond my 24-hours-boundary for quite a while. In the meantime, my best wishes are on their way to each of you and yours.
hülya
Director of Editing Services, Inner Child Press International
Literary Translator, English-German-Turkish
Ghostwriter
(814) 769-0801
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“Those who cannot change their minds
cannot change anything.“
George Bernard Shaw
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“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.”
~ Anais Nin
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