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Turks in Europe: A “Marginal” Culture? … poetry is all-inclusive, after all…


Source: http://www.pi-news.org/2012/01/theyve-gone-mad-the-germans/

the marginal and the mainstream human

modern history finds them of despicable minor status today:

Turks in Europe

1961 saw them rolling in as blue-collar workers

after their government sold them for that infamous red carpet

its equally manipulative counterpart spread under their feet

they first became street sweepers

attended public toilets and god-forlorn alleys of crime

literary pens among them were brushed aside too long

when out of the scores of oppressed marginal selves

entrepreneurs with the crisp mainstream green came along

oozing ambitions into the parlamentarian powerhouse

although minor in impact yet language and mind intact

those foreign voices then changed into a well-known fact

back at home

for several centuries

their ancestors had under their reign civilizations galore

the great great great great great grandchildren of those rulers

remained oblivious to the ills of their life-seeking own

unaware how they are now trapped in the fangs of marginality

on the capricious pages of a modern-day European tragedy

one that has been writing for decades for the world to see

of their twofold abandonment by the hardcore humanity

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

© hülya n. yılmaz, January 20, 2015

A poem contribution to the February 2015 issue of The Year of the Poet, a monthly book series published by Inner Child Press, Ltd.

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 30


sense of paralysis

gaps in comprehension

rapid heartbeat

dryness in the throat

the mouth as well

eyes flashing

one memory after another

gasping for air

as if stabs here and there


could never say goodbye


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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 29

body numb

mind on hold

tremor of the hands and voice

fingers and feet on ice

stomach churning

head spinning

lips dried out


when will the ears have to hear,

or, the eyes read

what must have been long in process


how hot, the blaze on the corpse?

how deep, the cut in the heart?

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 28

Bolla Chardonnay

leftover meal with old friends

laughter for dessert

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Für meine liebe Lilia Felice Siede, die ich dank meiner liebsten Yasemin Ergün als Neugeborenes in meinen Armen als die “hülya Teyze” halten durfte: Meine herzlichsten Wünsche zum Geburtstag! For my dear Lilia Felice Siede, whom I was allowed to hold in my arms as a newborn as her “Auntie hülya” thanks to my dearest Yasemin Ergün: My most heartfelt wishes for your birthday!

I have written this poem also to honor the memory of my long-deceased cousin, Yasemin Ergün from her heart who was robbed by a fatal cancer of any opportunity beyond a mere one year to celebrate her daughter’s much sought birth.

To all cancer survivors: May you live long, healthy lives with your loved ones!


Lilia, *mein Schatz

you won’t know me

I left too soon


you were born of love and longing so strong

made me feel immortal by your side

merely a year, though, is all we had aside


you are a young woman now,

beautiful, bright and loved very much

no longer the tiny darling in my arms

precious but ever so fragile,

sending me beams for immense joy

shaming even the cancer of its call


it is your birthday today

I am not there for you again

but don’t be sad as you are not on your own


also the one with whom you locked eyes long ago


in my in-laws’ house, on the ground story

when we were cradling you, a newly born beauty

the one who probably mirrored me to you

for the color of her skin, hair and eye

whose both arms better secured you many a meal

before you glided into a sleep so deep and real


embraces you always with my and her love combined

whom I introduced to you in her mother’s tongue

you know, mein Schatz, you have met her online anew

the one who signs her e-mails hülya *Teyze for me and you


~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

* (German): my treasure; my darling; my sweetheart

* (Turkish): aunt; auntie (non-biological)


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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 26




a call

a line

a sight

a presence


to reminisce







make up



be loved


solo dining travel slumber


freedom, bitter-sweet, indeed

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 25


nostalgic for elation


bursting balloons wrapped in a rainbow

splashed by the waves of my daily walks

arms extended, my lair, prancing along

my shadow, secured away, awaiting a return

in and out of the Town Square, stores and cafes

still in high heels, my frolicking spirit

all senses, honed by the keenest of eyes

with a soaring want for a final reunion

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 24


resentment, past and present


thirty-two years

he has been married to her

half a year after her only love – his words

longer united than – but

he has had it with her, he now concludes

nerved, edgy, even offensive

can’t and won’t stay with his son and his wife

few blocks down

the family he financed throughout their lives

wants to be on his own

with me, in the heat of my life struggle

after decades are gone

continents away


too much resentment

if for nothing else…

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 23

eyes on my work chair

mouth in fast non-stop motion

feet on hopping gear




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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 22

Day 22 prompt of NaPoWriMo challenges me “to write a poem in keeping with Earth Day. […]”  Unfortunately, I don’t have a happy poem about a new growth in nature somewhere.  I am no gardener.  As for house plants, even the most negligence-tolerant ones tend to die fast in my hands.  I do, however, appreciate nature and like it very much from indoors. In other words, I am not a grouch of some kind but rather one of those people who just can’t grow anything that comes in the form of seed into their hands.  At any rate.  To compensate the somewhat grim tone of my verses today, I am leaving you with the ever-so-mood-lifting images from a link I was eager to borrow from a long-time friend. With much appreciation for both of my sources, for they helped me save the Earth Day for a change.


caressed each dead branch

poured love to the dried up soil

oh, why, my Bonsai!



Mentioned Sources:


Dr. Joshua Brown


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