Hayal Kirikligi Sitmalari
Hayal kırıklığı
Sıtması tutuyor sık sık
Kalmak istemediğim halde bu şehirde
Oysa
Kaybettiğimi bile bile
Aynı filme giriyorum hep
Sonu farklı biter diye
Suare'de
İçimdeki sinemaların
Hoş kokulu fuayelerinde kaldı
On dakikalık aralarım
Aralıksız
Aralıksızdı ayrılırken
Gözbebeğimin tatlı ninnileri
Kulaklarımda
Kulağıma
Melankolik küpeler ısmarlayan
İmitasyon fısıltılar
Gitmeliyim
Cebimde bir tomar yılgınlıkla
Efkarımı ateşe verip bu kentten
Yırtarak bütün sinema biletlerini
Köprü çıkışı
Islat
Maviliklerimi İstanbul!
Kükre yedi tepesinden
Ki
Dönmesin içimdeki aslan geri
Lakin bilirim ya
Dişlerinde değil ecel
Öfkemde ölür dilim
Peşimden gelirse
Müzmin sıtmalarım...
poem by Muzaffer Akin
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The Way I Treated Father [A Bush Song]
I WORKED with father in the bush
At splitting rails and palings.
He never was unkind to me,
Although he “had his failings:”
And now his grave is old and green,
And now at times I’m rather
Inclined to think ’twas very mean
The way I treated father.
The mother had for years been dead,
And Dad and I and Stumpy
Were living in a little shed—
What bushmen call a humpy;
And now I think when day began,
And it was cold and chilly,
’Twas mean to see a grey old man
Get up and boil the billy.
And though my lazy limbs were stiff;
And though ’twas winter weather.
And though my eyes were shut as if
The lids were glued together,
I think ’twas mean to lie in bed;
I think that I was silly,
Because I growled if father said,
“Git up and bile the billy!”
I didn’t help the cooking much
For I was always “tired”—
’Twas strange that I could eat with such
An appetite as I had;
But now I mind I never growled
When father shouted, “Willie!
It’s gittin’ on for dinnertime;
Go home and bile the hilly.”
His grave is growing old and green
And things have altered rather;
But still I think ’twas mighty mean
The way I treated father.
He left a tidy sum to me,
But I’d give all the money
To hear him say, “Will you get up
And bile the billy, Sonny?”
poem by Henry Lawson
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Masal
Burkar iimi bir sz
im boulur
Sanki peri padiahnn kz
Bu kadar naz sabr kalmaz
Etme ne olur
Sarkar iime bir hasret
imde durur
Sanki anka kuu musun mbarek
Kavurup kasp srra kadem basp
Gitme ne olur
Masal bu ya oldu ya
Cezbime tutuldu ya kama
Byle biri karna ka kere kar*2
CHORUS
Geldi deli efkarn iimi sard
Gir sinemin sinemin iine yar
Bak ya oldun didemin ucunda varsn
Ak sinemim sinemin iini sar
CHORUS
Burkar iimi bir sz
im boulur
Sanki peri padiahnn kz
Bu kadar naz sabr kalmaz
Etme ne olur
Bu hayal meyal masal hep okuduum mu
Seni ejdarhann elinden alp koruduum mu
Hani kahramanlar gibi sevecekken seni
Masal bitti ya akacak bak farketmedin mi
CHORUS
Yalnz varsz demektir
Elsiz kolsuz demektir
Kalan yalnz kalrsa
Giden insafsz demektir
CHORUS
Geldi deli efkarn iimi sard
Gir sinemin sinemin iine yar
Sen bitmisin kular gider
Dostlar gitmi
Bir varmsn bir yokmusun
song performed by by Yasar
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The words of the elderly are as sweet as honey, but if you do not listen they become as sour as bile.
The bile makes it better. I am an information wasting machine - 100s of words a day.
quote by Marc Maron
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Kalapati Sa Dilim
Kalapati sa dilim
sana'y mangarap ka
sa liwanag ng araw
ika'y mamuhay
sariwang bango ng bulaklak
ay iyong langhapin
mapuputing ulap
sa bughaw na langit
ay iyong tingalain
sa mga alon sa dagat
ika'y makipaglaro
at liwanag
ng mga bituin at buwan
ay siya mong gawing tanglaw
sa iyong pagtulog.
Kalapati sa dilim
buhay sa gabi
ay sadyang masaya
alak at musika
at amoy ng salapi
ay nakakalasing
subalit...
hanggang kailan naman kaya?
Kalapati sa dilim
sana'y mangarap ka
at sa liwanag
ika'y magbalik.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Istanbul
Istanbul was constantinople
Now it's istanbul, not constantinople
Been a long time gone, constantinople
Now it's turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in constantinople
Lives in istanbul, not constantinople
So if you've a date in constantinople
She'll be waiting in istanbul
Even old new york was once new amsterdam
Why they changed it i can't say
People just liked it better that way
So take me back to constantinople
No, you can't go back to constantinople
Been a long time gone, constantinople
Why did constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the turks
Istanbul (istanbul)
Istanbul (istanbul)
Even old new york was once new amsterdam
Why they changed it i can't say
People just liked it better that way
Istanbul was constantinople
Now it's istanbul, not constantinople
Been a long time gone, constantinople
Why did constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the turks
So take me back to constantinople
No, you can't go back to constantinople
Been a long time gone, constantinople
Why did constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the turks
Istanbul
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
Istanbul
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Gina
Gina'ya yazmıyorum aylardır
Eski günlerin hatrına demişti Rafael
Hiç olmazsa eski günlerin
Kaç kalem eskitti bu dil, kim bilir?
Tüketti mürekkep duygusal hokkamı
Yazamadım
Kafaları çekip Franco'nun barında
Şiirden, sanattan laflardık,
Music box'ta Eagles, sonra Ajda
Yakıp geçmemişti henüz
Genç kızdı iri gözlü Gina
Yıllar sonra o büyüdü
Ben küçülmeye başladım
Saçlarımda, yüzümde
Zaman değil, cesaretim olmadı söylemeye
Kaç kez kaldık başbaşa, ama anlamalıydı
Anlamalıydı her kaçırdığımda
Kalçalarına endeksli gözlerimdeki utancı
Şimdi pişman mıyım? Bilmem
Evlendiği gün, ağlamıştım gizlice
Mutsuz olur diye
Teselliydi alın çizgilerim
Roma sokaklarından yalpalaya yalpalaya
Yürüdüm Vatikan'a zom
Katedral duvarlarını dönüştürmek için ağlamaya
Bir el dokundu omzuma dostça,
Gam çekiyordu hıçkırıkları Rafael'in
Döndüm başladığım yere
Queens'deki kümese
Yarım kalan romanımda
Yüzüme bakmadı aksiliğimden
Kırıp attım daktilomu çöpe
Aylar sonra,
Yağmurlu bir gece çalındı kapım,
Yoğun bakımda, kocası dövmüş dedi Albert
Zaman benim, ben it'in peşinde
Olgunlaştı öfke dolu dizeler kaderimde
Ve, pis bir pansiyonda buldum
Gözümü kırpmadım alnından vurdum
O nedenle yazmıyorum Gina
Zaman uzun, parmaklıklar ardında...
Vaha
Muzaffer Akin
poem by Muzaffer Akin
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Taken Innocence
Innocence slipping away
A terrible experience that is
Like darkness unfurling in me
With a name resounding; his
A crumbling heart
An ashen face
Can never be sure
How the bile taste
So now I can't have a dream
Of sweet nothings whispered in my ear
I am awake
I am aware
I am afraid
And the blame's on you...
poem by Dan Disappointment
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Those Two
Humor has a merry mien:
he warms the blood and heats the soul
and percolating through the spleen
purges from it Envy's bile.
But Wit has on his sabor tip
the heart of many a paladin
who travelled far to challenge him.
He doesn't lose. He plays to win.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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0022 Unsung Malady
Your messages are so venomous,
your words so loaded with abuse
that I would recommend
a metaphysical health check:
a subtle X-ray or better still, a Why-ray
might show up something in
the spleen or in the bile duct
before it's too late for
poetic irony or
poetic justice
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Chaos
I pour in a little
And a lot pours out
What goes in is good stuff
Fresh colorful serene
What comes out is bile
Bitter toxic and detesting!
I was beget in violence
And could not befriend peace
Worldly order makes little sense
In chaos I find bliss!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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I want to communicate through my music. If you want to know Geri Halliwell listen to my album: it tells you more about me than a documentary ever could.
quote by Geri Halliwell
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Just One More Sonnet 138!
Substitute a modern version of Sonnet 138?
We get enough false-speaking tongues posted
where simple truth is suppressed
and vitriolic bile is expressed!
His days may be past the best,
if truth were told,
but the baritone sings on
oblivious and proud!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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In the history of the treatment of depression, there was the dunking stool, purging of the bowels of black bile, hoses, attempts to shock the patient. All of these represent hatred or aggression towards what depression represents in the patient.
quote by James Hillman
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It is Easier for a Camel
Poor people pledge their petty pile
as agile agents act awhile.
Revile them as, with smirk and smile
the Temple they defile in style.
Their wile our rile, their guile our bile!
In fare facile, in fear febrile,
where faced with facts, futile!
20 February 1975 robi3_0036
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Dreams Of Animal Cruelty
Dreams I have we can stop animal cruelty.
Dear Lord, please will you grant me a wish that
the perpetrators of cruelty to twelve thousand caged bears in Asia will in the next life be born a bear,
put in a cage for life then drain their bile too from a stomach wound just as they are doing right now!
Thank you Dear God.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Kuzeyli Rüyalar
Gün doğuşunda gel Kuzeyden
Şile beyazı askılı akşamları giyinip
Bekliyor olacağım verandasında ayrılığın
Giyotine göndermek için
Günahkar pişmanlıklarımı bir bir
Söz
Gün doğarken gel
Yeter ki gel
Kuzeyden
Rem
Yerinden kopuk rüyalarımın
Kaçak seyyahı
Acıtıyor biletsiz girişlerin
Kavuruyor bedenimi Jeannne d'Arc alevi
Her gece aynı yerde peydahlanıp
Ama sen
Gelmelisin Kuzeyden
Taç yapıp papatyaları
Yağmurlar gözlerimde üşürken
Bıraktığın yerdeyim
Havaalanında
Unutulan bir valizin içinde
Ya da düette
Serengeti aslan kükremelerine
Massai Mara çöllerinde
Ne fark eder?
Buradayım işte
Ama gelmelisin
Herşeye rağmen
Kuzeyden
İçimde Niagara gibi
Akarken derinliklere
Ama
Mutlaka
Mutlaka
Kuzeyden
Beyazlar içinde…
Vaha
Muzaffer Akin
poem by Muzaffer Akin
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