Poetry: Nuri Kan (Turkey- Holland)

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Poet was born in a small mountain village of Erzincan in Turkey. He came and settled down to Holland at a young age and acquired citizenship. Poet has occupied with music,theatre, tale, painting and poem more since his childhood. He won international awards with study on tale, poem and painting. Poet held on exhibition in many countries and many of his books were published.

Poet presided international artist Union in three years. Besides,he had active and passive duties in organizations like UNICEF and Amnesty International. He worked as an art consultant teacher in private and government schools in Holland and Turkey.


Almira

Have you ever cried in the language of the rivers?
Almira
The girl with violet eyes.
Have you ever drowned the love of the wind on the clouds?
Has your heart ever trembled with the touch of life's riot?

Poppies

Are poppies always destitute in this city?
Do the curtains always smell sooty?
Do the drooping willows cry with coy?
Are springs always resentful?

Are the words sufficient
To tell and understand the love
İf one’s language is not love
How to tell
How to be understood the love with frozen emotion?

‘tell’ you say
How can I tell Almira?
Are the words enough
To tell,to understand
Is the language enough?

Have you ever
Fallen in love to a bird at the sky,
Fallen in love to water in the earth?
Have you ever cried
looking at pain in an orphan child’s eyes
looking at the father’s face lost his son?
Do you donate your vision of a sightless person?

Have you ever
talked to the birds in the forests
talked to the fishes in the seas
talked to the clouds in the sky?
Do you give your hope to the hopeless people
filled with compassion way?

Do you know
the frustration of a jobless father not bringing home the bread
sadness of a prisoner without tobacco?
Have you ever felt desperation of a woman being raped in your heart?

Have you ever spoken
at the languages of butterflies
at the language of flowers
at the language of freedom?

Do you speak
far from grudge,
far from hatred,
far from hostility,
İn a friendship and brotherhood ,Almira?
Have you ever cried in the language of rivers?

Life
İs a drama,Almira
A role in a film
Pre-prepared text of a masquerade ball in our hand we read.
Foolishly,shammerly,shallowly.

Love
İs not communed with brotherhood,
İs not fed with friendship
İf it isn’t set up far from worry
far from war and hostility,
on freedom and friendship.
Love is not love,Almira.

İf love is love and
İf your love is my love
Then only then
Then only then
Then only then
Your love is my love Almira

Carefree, properly, sincerely.
***

PASSION FOR FREEDOM

I loved the sky,interminably
I couldn't like captivity at all
I loved the pigeons in white and White
at the sky.

I picked flowers in green branches blooming
with my feeling by feeling.
As far as I've known myself
I want neither a flower pot nor a cage
Even if birds in golden cage,
I want birds to be free
flowers free
children free
ı don’t like narrow places.
I wish earth belonged to flowers

Sky belonged to pigeons
Everywhere fondled by sun
smell love like spring.
Oh! I wish it were possible


Oh! I wish it were possible

Oh! İt had been possible
I would have made happiness from sorrow
I would have made hope from happiness
I would have split my heart into sorrows
I would have sold love to all children of the World.

I wish it were possible
when a child got shot
ı would be a mother go into mourning
ı would bound up wounds affectionately
ı would be a father, I would cry instead of them.

Oh! İt were possible
I would make peace from war
I would make man from peace
I would make happiness from sorrow
I would make friendship from hope
I would throw poem to children every morning instead of bullet.
***

I AM OUT

I am out
İf living is so ugly
İf labor is ingrate
İf profit is every door’s key

I am out
if love is as worthless as one night stands
if friendship is measured by Money
if betrayals, fights, darkness isn’t sadden
if poverty isn’t embarrassed

if virtue is so little
and if lies is so grand
if dreams not exist
if hopes nonexist
if love gardens isn’t blooming
if glove doesn't tell the yearning

what we call life,
if killing the time
dirtying the blue,eating,sitting back and burping.
İf swearing one who doesn’t support you
True, my friend,I’m contrarian

Let them be yours
Duplicities, shammerly,
Let them be yours
Comfort,luxury, fame, reputation, status
A slice of poem
A bit of love is enough for me.

Enough
A warm smile
A bunch of dream
And seven colours of the rainbow

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