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Okan EMANET
Teacher of English - Etymologist

Cenazenin Sessizliği 1, Şiir eşime ithaf edilmiştir...

Bir cenazenin çığlığıdır yaşamın ölüm hikâyesi,
Bir şelalenin yürekleri dağlayan melodisidir gölgelerin gözlerinden akan yaşlar,
Ölmek değildir önemli olan ya da yaşamak değildir,
Vicdanlarda sadece iki kelime vardır kanı artık akmayan ceset için:
İyi adamdı...

Her vücut bir gölge taşır,
Yarınlara bırakmak istediği bir mutluluk peşindedir,
Gerçekler mutlu olmanın efendisidir,
Ancak gölgeler hayallerinin arkasındadır,
Bir gizem vardır adım atışlarında ve sonu hayal kırıklığıdır hikâyelerinin esas teması.

Sessiz bir çığlıktır aslında cenazede sadece duyulan,
kulaklar sağırlaşmıştır artık timsah gözyaşı dökenlerin arkasında,
kapkara gözlüklerinin arkasında bir veda gizlidir,
ölenin arkasından kendilerince bir şeyler söylerler,
işte bu cenazenin asıl sessizliğidir.

cenazenin sağır eden sessizliğidir sensizliğim, simsiyah bulutlar gibi dağlanır yüreğim...

Ey merhemim parmaklarımın arasında kayan kalemim,
duygularımın perdesinde kaybolan sözlerim,
yazamazsın neler hissettiğimi,
senin hızın yetişmez kalbimin kelimelerine,
bir cenazenin sessizliğidir notalara dökebileceğin,
uzat mürekkebini toprağın yeni sakinine,
doldursun seni lale kokan kan damlalarıyla,
bir gizemdi beni yaşatan geriye kalan buz parçalarından oluşan nefesin çığlıklarıdır.

Yazan : Yalnızlığın Üstadı
Okan Emanet

Bu Türkçe şiirle de şiir yazma olayına veda ediyorum...

The Silence of a funeral, Dedicated to POETIWIFE

A body filled with the stars of your appearance
Has fallen on the soil, bleeding at people's glance
Something is getting brown on his face; the crowds of ants
One day, this corpse is going to feed the lovely plants
The leaves of the flowers hold the tears of my funeral
Whereas the beloved gather around me during the burial
Nobody can touch me, even the hands of my Poetiwife
Nobody can see me, even the eyes of my life
Nobody can...

"I have had enough of you",
"My absence will be your penalty",
"Only because of you do I not exist beside you"
The above-mentioned statements will be on my gravestone
The story of a man who spent his life all alone
Will never again touch the buttons on the phone
Nobody will listen to me, the ever-weeping tone
Even the ears of my Chimera will not reach my sun,
Everybody will merely talk about me on their own run

Beget a son, Lo! The mothers
A son who will do much more than this poor
A son that will realize what is lying under this core
A son that manages to find out the right sentence
A son that will be away from my own sense

Beget a daughter Lo! The mothers
A daughter that carries the eyes of my unborn child
A daughter who dances with grace and becomes mild
A daughter that teaches how to stop being wild
A daughter that will resemble my Poetiwife

Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan Emanet

Bu şiir yazdığım son şiir olacak. Artık şiirle ilgilenmiyorum...

The Brutal Time, dedicated to POETIWIFE

For anyone to challenge love, it is necessary to be sad
You carry the ashes along your heart you have to add
Time becomes a callous instructor, leading to go mad
Who has come before will go by who is passing by their hat
Among the traces I have collected throughout the years
This poor being has harboured at yousport with the tears
While cleansing what has bled my soul, I hold the fears
Into the reflection on my heart, there is a melody
Opening any surrounding with the same key and beauty
The lack of your face here and there places the fury
A term rises in my spirit; namely, the "abetsence"
The chaos left behind can be illuminated with chance
That the game of destiny displays your brilliant glance
Thoughts are the meal I once ate on your eyes,
Which turns out to be the way I become consider-ate
Politeness is the natural effect of my love-paradise
Memorizing every phrase is the master of my mere fate
The boisterous rivers are full of your smiling way
I am in the world in which not to stay
Find my road that runs towards your kingdom
Your absence will only make me live in serfdom

Written by the master of loneliness,

Okan EMANET

Kneeling for your ways, dedicated to POETIWIFE

When told to hold a pen in order to write a poem,
The sacred feeling over the mountains asks who I am
In response, that being is water flowing with soul,
Carrying the pieces of rocks that will never stay cool

Initiate me with glance,
Fabricate me with one stance,
Litigate me to the divinity-sense,
Subjugate me along the ships of Pence

Whether a mountain or a bay in the horizon,
Love is a sword enabling one to have fights
No matter which day brings another season,
The world has already swum with your lights

Hold a pen, My Poetiwife
Have a seat by my life
Stick the bleeder-knife
The heart will only spell
And therefore will tell
"Life without is uniquely hell"


Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan EMANET

My Chimera, dedicated to POETIWIFE

Sitting at the doorstep of the destiny,
The rhyming soul sheds the tears of blood
There is no sound coming from the tune of humanity
And shine the very existence of a lady on my plot
The hands, faces and feet are washed away with a language
The lines throughout my being are only home to an adage
"Create a fate including the nature of my POETIWIFE"
The inks of my pen are going to and fro in my life
Your one statement whispers the entrance to paradise
As I am littering the ashes of cigarette packed with eyes,
Among them sun-rise the layers of my dream-like star
Alongside the kerbs of my heart walks merely splendid scar,
Which doesn't give any pain but reveals how we are
Let all the drops of rain fall on my head,
I am in pursuit of you whether alive or dead
If there is a day under the name of tomorrow,
Let it smell of your breath on the very morrow;
Otherwise, I will get submersed in the pool of sorrow
I have a palace in my heart
The resident of which is my Chimera-lady
The walls of which are heaven-tint
You are my sole seven-heaven
I feed on so-all-ul
I Bet you will be Ok with my Pen forever!

Written by the master of loneliness,
Okan EMANET