Gunsel DJEMAL

Institutionalized greed Forget chocolates and the red roses Red Monster attacking the pocket books February 14 identical to other days I will go to work to spend a nice time with my

Put back the poem, half conceived Neighbour talks of unemployed daughter, with grief Standing on the balcony with Sue and Mark in disbelief Both accompanied with their dogs They talk of failures

a dedication to Dear colleague Corina Gina Papouis beyond Friend Inside the depth of my cry I pause My heart is poison tumbler Even if I am resentful I will forget Certainly I will

Those who leave reminds the sea not only the foaming waves are my loneliness as the pain proliferates my eyes plunges into the ocean the other half of my heart the wind

Fly, fly my longing wounded wings See that guy, my mountain, I say His rebellion, no pen cannot spy That luscious green curtains his amazon eyes There with his rakı, alongside a friend lays The

When thy soul lies down on that whirlpool, and body is feeling pain consider skin as your coat you never kiss the loved ones clothes Eyes only see who is inside they are not in

Silence falls on… Misty streams Strange clouds Evasive dreams Stars and the moon Waving grass Hush The loud confusion of the heart Quiet lost Hungers, pains in each

God designed the world How many times have I avoided the rebellion in my eyes What kind of a game is this? In the garden of art To regenerate Letters are rotting in my

I still not have seen Without a pen I am drawing your eyes On the steamed glass of the train How your lips Smashes the smile The finest wine Squirts Worn-out stations Darling something is

When we started this journey there was no us hearts were hanging on toe’s sending to the lips… memories captured in our hearts compelled to circulate dew brewed at the top of the

Which key of the piano describes me to you foreplays are accompanied by the rhythm of the arm is this a duet? the time is do minor is time a melody? even without playing mi major we

One day you will miss me Every evening after work Your ears will wait to hear The noise of the key And then You Desperately Will want to hear the foot steps Of my

I think departures should be with dignity and respect. People live with their partners, someone enters into their lives, conflict begins and they are separated. All of this and more is for us human

One morning I came with the light nude who knows which evening I will depart into darkness nude Come to my arms one afternoon nude. ©Günsel Djemal 6.10.2010

Georgeous good lad That little girl got Such a big blue eyes I feel dead sorry for them both Can’t remember The names gone right pass me Their rotten mother Sitting and drinking in Burgess

We ride across the Bosporus Bridge Were you visualising bridges in London You gave me handful of green pebbles I can recall my frozen hands Then I drunk the light from your eyes I am

As if I write the words Are there any unwritten words that I haven’t written? How many times bombs have been thrown The hands and the faces of the children are blood Their future is throw in the

Now your voice is coming from far away how much you talk by my side a crackling noise, are the lines faulty a depth in a distance just tell me was it like this even if you were silent I used

My health is before my illness solution is before the problem my death is before my birth they say! Never mind doctor. ©Günsel Djemal 6.9.2011

Dost you don’t know me yet How strange your glances? Previously were compassionate Declared a traitor now? As winter nights get longer And the numbers of time As the ashes of the