Fancy
listen to the voices falling into my bosom
gaze at my newly aroused eyes
let us go..let us go before comes th dawn
together with you my love together to the infinite horizon
when the first flames of the morning are in blazes
let us enter a fancy..a ligtened tree
let us ascend to the summit of that mountain suddenly
let dissappear beyond the houses of the city
a yellow canary is on a green limb of a tree
let her sing with her merriest voice
with a melody noone knows
let us get drunk in the most transparent waters
with the sweet senses swaddling our souls
like babies running to their mothers
let us sing and mourn like a dove
let drink our voices the waters in love
there is nothing more beautiful than a fancy in this world
as reconciling as heaven.as sweet as loves
let us fly with the wind winged birds
to a new world which rises up in our fancies
Ekrem TASKINSEL
translation Metin SAHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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My Soul
A WIND OUTSIDE....darkness all around
on the windows searching aND tochsng a hand
a voice is calling me
fears are filling inside
a thin rain is drizzling all around
falling also on my note-book on my table
my eyes look nowhere but there
stop this rain oozing into my soul..stop it now
the wind outside is my own breath
the darkness is my own soul
stop this this rain...my etes stop it now
calling myself steadily for a long time
it cannot hear it..my voice..screaming has gone off
EKREM TASKINSEL
translation...Metin SAHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Unforgottable Eyes
you used to bloom
in my solitude...in my loneliness
blue and green
you used to bloom
rabbit blood, with henna, transparent
then i used to overcome
pains, worries and treachery
i want to go
i want to go to exile
to lie
i want to lie is dungeon in your eyes
wjy and how
where are your eyes now
it is not something like
to be or not to be
it is not
cogito ergo sun too
the real thing is
to understand
the unavoidable
the non stopping avalanche
the ungoing circuit
i want to drink
i want to drink the moonlight in your eyes
to reach
i want to reach secrecy of the soul in your eyes
why and how
where are your eyes now
you were a soul
hidden in my secret soul
it was not blood
but our love was flowing into the nights
when the executor tightened the rope on our throats
i want to
i want to listen to the three trees in your eyes
i want to be silent
to be silent in your eyes
like a sharp blade
why and how
where are your relieving eyes now
Ahmet ARIF
Translation Metin SAHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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While The Birds Sing At The Top Of The Tree
Rivers flow lonely to the sea,
When the sunset is coming down,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
The garden is flourishing in the spring,
Little pieces of the rain fall on the edge of the street,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
The cold in the hills,
The forest still sleeps in silence
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
Love always falls and rises,
Leaving happiness, broken hearts and tears,
While the birds sing at the top of the tree.
poem by Lindemberg Pereira da Silva
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Enter Into Her World
Enter into the world so sweet!
The world full of names to crown the day;
Enter into the world so sweet!
Ethel is your name so sweet for an identity.
You are the window of my heart,
You are the joy of my taste;
Just like an apple-pie on acreamed cake.
Enter into the world so sweet,
Just like trying Pawpaw with Rice and Chicken!
The world that emits true love to us all;
Oh, what a beautiful world full of names.
Like Ethel in the order of love,
Enter into her world so sweet like,
The low-tides and the high-tides;
Enter into her world so sweet!
Oh earth, hear the echoes of my joy to meet her;
Love emitting from the highlands of Mile-Eleven.
Enter into her world so sweet like,
True love emitting from McCarty Hill! !
Enter into her parlour to meet her true love.
She has a message for you and i,
So enter into her world so sweet;
Like a true lover among the names.
Who said it was not possible?
When, impossibilities are made possible!
Who said that, she will not reply?
When, her heart yearns for love;
Like a mango tree next to an apple tree.
Far beyond her scope is her vision of love,
Moving to and fro in search of a landing pad;
If it isn't love then,
Why will you enter into her parlour?
Far beyond the scope are hills and mountains to pass by.
Like Mount Kilimanjaro to Mount Afajato is,
Her game of love to call by;
So, embrace her kindness and guide her on.
Like the paradise cream of Acapulco Bay,
Hanging in a distance is the echoes of her love;
Yes, the future is the better place to live in.
Enter into her world so sweet with your muse,
Where the future is still unknown;
Exchanging from the past to the present.
A sweet poem for her love,
A sweet muse of her love,
Like Dragon and Tiger from the far East! !
Examples of her name to all mankind;
Look, that's the beauty of her name.
Enter into the world so sweet with,
All the muses you know about;
Hailing from the cold to the heat with,
Extinguishing flames of love to show!
Taking shapes and attitudes,
Enter into her world so sweet.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Want To Love
I want to smile
as I want
free
when i have the chance
when I am able to smile
let the rain not fall from eyes like a shower
anymore
only let it drizzle slowly
when I am glad and happy
let not my senses get blunt
let me love...let me be loved
when I am able to love
let me live my love freely
let my loves not be hidden
in secret corners and deep..hidden places and pits
let my heart not be stamped and sealed
let me openit to the ones who love me
and to my love
and not hinder my freedom
of to be loved to love
let me not it inside hold
even if my hand-cuffs are made of gold
Ferda BAYKAL...translation Metin SAHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Birdsong
The morning air suddenly comes alive,
With beautiful birdsong, in bursts of five.
Sometimes, there are bursts of seven or six,
To add a dash of variety, to the musical mix.
From other birds, there is no competition;
To sing the best, this bird is on a mission.
He sings his song loudly, and crystal clear;
Sat way up high in the tree, he feels no fear.
To his heart’s content, the little bird sings;
Joy, to nearby shoppers, his sweet song brings.
I hear the shrill trill of a nearby burglar alarm;
Compared to the bird’s trill, it holds no charm.
Hearing his call, really brightens up my day,
As I pass him by, and go steadily on my way.
Some people are too busy to notice his call;
Upon their deaf ears, his pretty voice falls.
In the natural world, there’s beauty to be found;
You need only to listen, and look all around.
If you just take your time; if you do not rush,
You will find beauty aplenty in the relative hush.
Listen to the birds singing, way up in the trees;
Their voices are carried upon the winter breeze.
By such sights and sounds, you will be thrilled;
With nature’s beauty, your senses will be filled.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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To The Poet Ahmet Arif
poetry..was waving hand lighly and hesitantly
like a dying and farewellişng cesarıus to us
ı thought would not return from where had gone
even a day with blackısh face
, they were your poems abundantly
the accasia tree whose flowers blossomed secretly
look at tyhe buds sproutıng at night frequently
how the exploded in the morning suddenly
they were your warmest dreams for years
you have born in your teeth like aches
by your longings you have worn out the fetters fastened on your feet
nedret gürcan
translatıon metin sahin
poem by Metin Sahin
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I fancy I Can See You Old Duhallow
I fancy I can see you old Duhallow
The swallows o'er your fields wing to and fro
And cows from wintering houses out on pasture
And birds are whistling on the green hedgerow.
I lay upon the bracken slopes of Clara
I see the Kerry hills beyond Rathmore
A skylark sing above the silent mountain
His song bring back to me the joys of yore.
You wear your green cloak of the Spring Duhallow
And your beauty from the mountain side I see
From Millstreet to Kanturk on towards Newmarket
Kiskeam to Cullen and up to Knocknagree.
I often think about you green Duhallow
You were the first great love I ever knew
But many others loved you better than I
And they feel quite content to live with you.
I fancy I can see you old Duhallow
In your green groves the wild birds nest and sing
And swallows fly above your fields and meadows
And cuckoo pipes his fanfare of the Spring.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Welcome
welcome you..my woman..welcome
you must have been tired
how can I wash your tiny and lovely
feet
I have neither rose water nor a silver basin
you must have been thirsty
i have no sherbet with ice cubes to offer you
you must have been hungry
i cannot lay and prepare you a table white linen clothy
my room is in prison and in penury like my country
welcome you..my woman..welcome to my room
now you have trodden your feet in my room
now..the forty years old concrete floor
has turned all to green moor
you have smiled
the roses bloomed on my windows' iron bars
you have cried
the pearls dropped in my palms
like my bosom wealthy
my room is illuminated with freedom now
welcome you my woman..you are welcome
but now it is parting time
now good-bye my woman..good-bye and bye
you said you would not cry
do not cry my girl
your eye-liner will sting your eye
you are in a cab now
there..you are crossing the city in whose prison i lie
the driver must be as older as me
he must have been watching you from the peering-mirror
he might understand a beautiful weeping woman in tears
may be he has someone lying in prison..
may be he knows me..may be he is one of us released lately
i know
this city..i gaze behind the iron bars
is a spa
is a tomb
and slk factory and a huge plane-tree
and the real citizens
are my citizens now
look how poor..how they are in distress and in penury
but when you looked at their face in tears
it was like a sun striking at their faces
i know you have come to this city once before too
you came and you did not visit me
is it true..my dear..my love
cry for this my dear rose cry
you must weep in tears for that
no do not cry and weep my dear i just said so
god damn me...do not cry
look around
me and the city is left far and far beyond
but in the, illumination of the afternoon
everywhere is within my illumination
nothing can escape from my paLMS
i know..you do not want to leave me too
now..you and me together
together my rose together
are descending to the most beautiful
from the mountains to the sea
the weather is like filtered honey
i went hunting in the afternoon
i have fallen in love with a she-deer
the eyes of deer are black
but mine's are greenish grayer
i was dragged vomiting blood after her
then eden opened her gates to me
you will lie there in the sun with your green eyes
and me..leaning on you
i will watch you
like watching the most wonderous event of the universe
you will strech and surround your arms around my neck
on my neck your weighing and swinging
i will taste the immortality from your crimson mouth
then with her eyes blue
with her curly hair wavering in the wind
with a short night gown just enough to hide the nakedness
that is to say some transparent
and even impolite... attractingly
in our istanbul
the spring season emerges from her bed and is erected suddenly
Nazim HIKMET
Translation Metin SAHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Easter Week
See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose.
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
Burst at last from winter snows.
Earth with heaven above rejoices;
Fields and gardens hail the spring;
Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices,
While the wild birds build and sing.
You, to whom your Maker granted
Powers to those sweet birds unknown,
Use the craft by God implanted;
Use the reason not your own.
Here, while heaven and earth rejoices,
Each his Easter tribute bring-
Work of fingers, chant of voices,
Like the birds who build and sing.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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In Green Old Duhallow From Here Far Away
The fields in their beautiful wildflowers of May
In green old Duhallow from here far away
And nesting birds sing in grove and on hedgerow
In Cullen where Araglen waters do flow
On to the Blackwater en route to the sea
The old river babbles on eternally
Through a Countryside that is as ancient as time
That has inspired poets of the past for to rhyme
About the great beauty around them they had seen
In May when the landscape was looking so green
For May is a beautiful time of the year
In green old Duhallow so far north of here
The wonders of Nature a thing to enjoy
The cock pheasants are cucking in old Lisnaboy
In fancy I am back in the long ago
Just remembering a beauty that I used to know.
Were I a poet of such beauty I would write
White butterflies flitting in the warm sunlight
and cock robin with the sun on his red breast sing
In green old Duhallow in the latter Spring.
In fancy the song of the chaffinch I hear
In green old Duhallow so far north of here
Where the babbling waters of Araglen flow
Through fields to the Blackwater by grove and hedgerow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Serenity
Surrounded by nature,
I listen to nothingness
its silence is its beauty
I listen as it plays in harmony
to the sounds of chirping birds
and flowing waters.
A cool breeze blowing gently through the tress
rustling leaves.
Then out of nowhere, voices,
Voices of Angels
They start to hum and sing
20080126©
poem by scarlette Phoenix
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Birds Who Sing The Same Song
Once upon the hunter's lifetime
He entered the forest with his hound
As he waited for animal senses,
He heard the same sound
The sound came from above
It was the sound of birds
Though they were very different,
They had similar words
The birds were of two colors
They were either brown or green
They sang on top of their voices
The song of a queen
First, the hunter watched them sing
He did not understand the words
He set a trap on the tree
And caught some green birds
He brought them home
Thinking he has caught something good
After preparing the meal,
He realizes their meat is not right for food
Again, he watched them sing
He did not understand the words
He set a trap on the tree
And caught brown birds
He brought them home
Thinking the browns would not taste the same
After preparing the meal,
He realizes the meat was worse in the bowl of shame
He now understood the words
And watches them as they sing
The same song, one meaning
A song to get trapped in a ring
The birds sing the same song
A song of the soul
They sing in a competition
They compete for a common goal
They look attractive on the tree
They sing the same song
Understanding their words is the key
They sing the same song
They sound very kind
They sing the same song
They have a motive in mind
They sing the same song
They sing and fly from the leaves to the stem
But the hunter desires none of them
The hunter would now find other creatures
With the best of all features
Because the birds sing the same song
poem by Mark Nyamekye Boadi
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Songs In Sleep
If I could frame for you in cunning words
The songs my heart in sleep is often singing,
You'd fancy, love, an orquestra of birds
Upon their quivering throats the dawn were bringing.
Now in some wild, weird flush of melody
I'd feign the skylark, with his music sifting
The final films of nightshade from the lea,
And all the waking world to heaven uplifting.
Then, ere the lengthening liquid solo went--
In skylark fashion--out of hearing o'er us,
I'd mock with skill, as sweet as my intent,
Thrustle and blackbird coming in for chorus.
There's not a strain of joy the birds could sing,
I could not set to words that I've been dreaming;
But when I wake, alas! they all take wing,
And leave of music but the empty seeming.
Believe me, love, I sing to you, in sleep,
Songs that if voiced would waken you to pleasure;
Would you could hear them in your dreams, and keep
Their inner meaning, though you missed the measure.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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There Is A Voice...by jojobean & David Harris
There Is A Voice
Written by JoJo Bean and David Harris
There is a voice in every form
A song in every breeze
Just listen to the thunderous storm
The wind that whistles in the trees
Or have you heard the oceans cry
And the hush of a bird on wing
Happiness in the morning dawn
And sadness that the end of day brings
Listen with your senses
At the voices all around
And hear about our world
Through the voices of its song
Learn to listen
With your mind’s eye
Whenever you watch a small bird
Wing its way across the sky
16-17 January 2008
Underneath The Jacaranda Tree
On a windy day, I saw her standing there,
Underneath the jacaranda tree.
With purple blossoms in her hair,
Amidst a purple sea.
The purple reflected in her eyes,
As the clouds went rolling by.
I swear I could hear the angels cries,
From heaven's throne on high.
Underneath the jacaranda tree,
A little fountain ran.
With crystal waters running pure and free,
The purest in the land.
In the fountain she dipped her hand,
In crystal waters cold and fine.
And let water drip on the sugar white sands,
Long ago when she was mine.
The jacaranda tree withstood the test of time,
It has grown old along with me.
The purple blossoms still wax divine,
They rain down falling free.
And the wind blew through the boughs,
Of the jacaranda tree.
Raining purple like it still does now,
But she is gone from me.
When the jacaranda tree blooms in the spring,
And purple blossoms fill the sky.
I hear her and the angels when they sing,
Somewhere in heaven, way up high.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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If I Could
If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world
If I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea
I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody
And let you dream away till the morning light returned again
To take you away from me
If I could speak with the tongues of the masters of old
If I could tame all the fleeting perceptions I hold
Would I stand in the marketplace before
To be shouted down without any warning at all, to be stood by the wall
And shot by the man in blue
If I could run with the grace of a sun-colored stallion
If I could fly like the great silver jets in the morning
If I caused the wind to change with one wave of my hand
And if I could play the final symphony and set it free
Would it mean anything to you
If I could stand like a rusty old man in his armor
If I could ride the steed that he rode in his time
I would turn his head away to the river
And let him wander through the meadow grass, wild and free
For everyone to see
If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world
If I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea
I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody
And let you dream away till the morning light returned again
To take you away from me
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Take On The World
You got to leave your seat, you gotta get up upon your feet,
Youre gonna move ya to the rhythm till you never can stop.
We got the power, we got the music, and you bet that you can use it,
Were gonna take rock-bottom, were gonna take it to the top.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Move a little nearer, you know you gotta follow your leaders,
As we need you, like you need us for sure.
Were gonna drive you, were gonna ride you,
Were gonna get right inside you,
And if you wanna keep going, just shout out for more!
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Sing your song, well listen to you.
Sing your song, the spotlights are you.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
Put yourself in our hands, so our voices can be heard,
And together we will take on all the world.
song performed by by Judas Priest
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A Day Like This
it was such a lovely day
like this
sunny and hot
in a day like this
in flower fragrance
bright and glittering
your kisses changed
my bosom
sworn not to kiss
sealed for kisses
itwas such a day like this
filled with bisrd singings
and happy children screamings
your returning
made my bosom a pair with yours
my bosom which was fed up with loneliness
and longing for you
it was such a lovely day
a day boring us with its yellow heat
when
i was in bare feet
walking on the roads
and impatiently waiting for you
it was sucha a lovely day
like this
your sudden death
has made me collapsed
and made me upset
Ferda BAYKAL
Translation Metin SAHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Around The World In A Day
Open your heart, open your mind
A train is leaving all day
A wonderful trip through our time
And laughter is all u pay
Around the world in a day
Around the world in a day
Now dig
Loneliness already knows u
There aint no reason 2 stay
Come here and take my hand, Ill show u
I think I know a better way, yall
Around the world in a day
(listen 2 me, babe)
Around the world in a day
(all the babies sing it now)
Ooh-la-la
Ooh-la-la-la-la-la-la
No-sha-sha
No shouting
No shouting
No - no shouting
The little 1 will escort u
2 places within your mind
The former is red, white, and blue
The ladder is purple, come on and climb
Around the world in a day
Around the world in a day
Come on, sing
Around the world in a day
Say papa, I think I wanna dance
(summer she is sweet)
Around the world in a day
Around the world in a day
All the little babies, sing around the world
Around the world in a day
A government of love and music boundless in its unifying power
A nation of alms, the production, sharing ideas, a shower of flowers
song performed by by Prince
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