16 Haziran 2016 Perşembe

An Anti-War Poem


Poem for the Child lost while on Military Duty, or

Why try to Make Sense?



If it was a brown paper sack To write upon Piece by piece Emptying Pen and Unburdening her She, the sorcerer The apprentice My experience

26 Mayıs 2016 Perşembe

One More Travel Story From Another Chelebi 1





One More Travel Story From  Another  Chelebi

I wrote this while traveling with the army as an embedded recorder of mighty deeds. It is up to the reader to decide whether it is a true record or one based on half truths, misconceptions and insufficient observation.

The army was not aware of my presence in the physical sense, but I had a feeling that their victories were somewhat enhanced by my immaterial support.
The following was my mission, a mission which may or may not have followed a vision, but was nevertheless as important as those which were formerly and full envisioned.

Part 1.  THE MISSION

Concoct a poem for souls
That dwell outside
Time and its journeymen
Plodders who
Charge on appendages aplenty parrying
Cosmic dust and
Thought

On a concourse


Part  2.  ROADS TO TAKE












13 Şubat 2016 Cumartesi

Another Birthday in Absentia



To Nese


Bonding,
Fun and fearless,
Experienced
Then, multiplied.

Skin and smell,
Beating heart,
A bongo for three.

Supermarket nights,
Wandering at a souk,
Seen through sand storms
And bars of fortress home.
Bond upon bond.

Suddenly 36th
Simply, irrationally,
Bonds tested over five thousand miles
Now with a green shoot.

A seed planted,
A tree
Now one more
Same joy,
Modified bongo
Always simple and irrational.

23 Ocak 2016 Cumartesi




WHICH SELF?
IN A DAYDREAM

Looking out through half open shutters
And
Half closed slats
One sees the overcast sky
And
Under-cast street

It is a time of fear and foreboding
The ethereal dimension of the selfless

Yet, there is unrest in the streets
The crevices between the cobblestones
And
The crannies around and beyond door steps
No longer filled with slinking, wriggling, silent secrets
Stay loud and mute

There is no excitement or boredom of survival


Just file upon file of soundless dragging of flickers of feeling
Marching  down  and  down  and  abysmal
The unrest of rest disturbed

Until new sets of limbs move the cobbles
And
The reverie of gloating depression is broken
Sad
Stale life returns

Reversing selflessness









cobbles

nooks

crannies

crevices

17 Haziran 2015 Çarşamba

30 OF THOSE GREAT YEARS



video

                                             Prepared by Eser Celebiler


A Parent's Advice To Stay Away From Hawks on 30th Birtday of His Daughter


If
All your days are exciting
And different
As you
And all that is yours,

If
A birthday is for remembrance
and an embrace
of love and life,
Thirty 
Is a figure of speech.

With
Much or little meaning
As a hawk
On a night-in-a-gale,
even to a  nightingale,
In an alley, 
Or by a window pane.


Ahmet, June 17, 2015


Taken from W Chestnut & N State, Chicago home window
by Ceylan


15 Haziran 2015 Pazartesi

GRANDCHILD (1)













ARRIVAL OF FIRST GRANDCHILD

Her fashion has changed
Forks and routes of travel through Life
No longer on her face

Just a sense of wonder
Wondering of birth and of new routes
Not for herself

For new fun, new joy, new fortune
A  new puzzle piece
Found anew

Like parents, children, companion 
To be coveted
To keep covered
Fulfilled

Even fed

To be shown the horizon
And images of all the ages

For him to set his stage 
And write a play

28 Ocak 2015 Çarşamba

Another Poem (or An Old Poem Resurrected)



                                                          Nihilistic Sufism                                     
 
                                                          reflect on
                                                          significance of being
                                                          one of
                                                          something 
                                                          from nothing

                                                                               suspect
                                                                               that the final aim
                                                                               is to join
                                                                               and then 
                                                                               nothing


Philosophy at Halle, Germany