An Anti-War Poem

Poem for the Child lost while on Military Duty, or

Why try to Make Sense?

Ahmet C. Celebiler‏@ahmetcelebiler

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

12:32 PM - 16 Jun 2016

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

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.

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

30 OF THOSE GREAT YEARS

                                             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

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

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