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

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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

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© 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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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 27 – IN CELEBRATION OF A VERY SPECIAL BIRTHDAY

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

 

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

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

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 26

 

waiting

 

a call

a line

a sight

a presence

 

to reminisce

exchange

interact

argue

part

settle

unite

make up

caress

love

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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