Kadem kiraz ya-
\nBalland\u0131 dilimdeki
\nEski \u015fark\u0131lar
\n 3 Haziran 2010<\/p>\n
Kargaya ne ki
\nMimoza a\u00e7\u0131yormu\u015f-
\nDamda ekmek var.
\n 7 Haziran 2010<\/p>\n
K\u0131rk ikindili
\nG\u00fcl a\u011fac\u0131 de\u011filem-
\nGitara d\u00f6nmem.
\n 11 Haziran 2010<\/p>\n
Gitti bitti ya
\nSevgilinin kokusu-
\nIhlamur geldi
\n 14 Haziran 2010<\/p>\n
Selected Haikus from his book Plinth Dwellers of Cihangir (Musalla Ta\u015f\u0131 Sakinleri, K\u0131rm\u0131z\u0131 Korsan, 2007 kitab\u0131ndan se\u00e7meler)<\/p>\n
1.
\nOpen me carefully
\npink music is the bookmark
\nlove is to the seer.<\/p>\n
2.
\nWhy are they so happy?
\nspring light is good to souls
\nand they watch their dreams.<\/p>\n
3.
\nIf a falling leaf
\nsees me dying
\nit remembers you.<\/p>\n
4.
\nSchool bells stopped ringing
\nthe sun will melt their ice-cream
\nit\u2019s kids\u2019 holiday.<\/p>\n
5.
\nOne hand is plane tree
\nbut soft like rose buds of May
\nthe other, art on water.<\/p>\n
6.
\nHerald of life anew
\nis the cherry breeze
\nto the street cat.<\/p>\n
7.
\nI write my destiny,
\ndeath, be not proud in vain!
\nhaikus will remain.<\/p>\n
8.
\nOnce innocence is crossed
\nlove walked its way up the hill
\nto forget the shame<\/p>\n
9.
\nI saw you again
\nmy name echoed in plum blossoms
\nwhen you did arrive.<\/p>\n
10.
\nHaiku in May bed
\nis to miss the young lover
\nin some purple dream.<\/p>\n
11.
\nGather the fall leaves
\nscatter them on to the sky
\nlight will make them stars.<\/p>\n
12.
\nThe scar on my face
\nis to you mysterious beauty
\npurple blossoms to me.<\/p>\n
13.
\nHardworking ants run in spring
\nand ignore empty glasses
\nwinter is at hand.<\/p>\n
14.
\nHardworking ants run in spring
\nand ignore empty glasses
\nwinter is at hand.<\/p>\n
15.
\nMy eyes may be smiling
\nspring calls me I hear
\ncheers to you sorrow!<\/p>\n
16.
\nFull moon it was
\nto herald the fall
\nhas been its duty.<\/p>\n
17.
\nThe flag carrier knows not
\nsame light falls on the may leaves
\nand her hair in the open.<\/p>\n
18.
\nHands are like roses
\npoison for the receiver
\ncure for the giver.<\/p>\n
19.
\nPapalina fish
\nis under the fig tree now
\nit will give us life.<\/p>\n
20.
\nStorks migrate and
\nno drop can fall
\nwithout being perfected.<\/p>\n
21.
\nSycamore witnessed
\nthe firm foot on the ground
\nwill push the breaks hard.<\/p>\n
22.
\nApril smiles on his face
\nhe eats \u2018simit\u2019 as he\u2019s hungry
\nnobody knows it.<\/p>\n
23.
\nHomeless yearns not for home
\nbut for his lost childhood dreams
\npiling up in his head.<\/p>\n
24.
\nOh April showers!
\nafter how many leaves
\nwill you fall on me?<\/p>\n
25.
\nNaughty child is snow
\nrings the bells and runs away
\nhides from spring breeze.<\/p>\n
26.
\nShe is the naive one
\nthe rose-thorn nightingale
\nthey cut off her tongue.<\/p>\n
27.
\nIt is easily noticeable
\nautumn has fallen in the heart
\nonce the word ended.<\/p>\n
28.
\nCats board on kites
\nwhen march is over
\nand sail to neverland.<\/p>\n
29.
\nFire is the tinner\u2019s friend
\nshadow is the cell he hides
\nthe sun mercies not.<\/p>\n
30.
\nThe neighbor indeed
\ngives you the right hand in need
\nand always laughs with you.<\/p>\n
31.
\nMy pomegranates
\nmy good life\u2019s sorrow harvests
\nalways fire my heart.<\/p>\n
34.
\nBasho smiled
\nwhen cherries blossomed
\nspring is a friend\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
35.
\nToo early to believe
\nnot ripe yet, the pomegranate,
\nthe joy of figs bake.<\/p>\n
36.
\nThin silent handed
\nangel salutes you dearly
\nand gathers olives.<\/p>\n
37.
\nthe horny tomcat
\ndoesn\u2019t see the thorn, nor the wall
\nit\u2019s time to make love<\/p>\n
38.
\nThe basil smelling wind
\nwoke up to its lullaby
\nfire before autumn.<\/p>\n
39.
\nIt was full moon and
\ncouldn\u2019t say summer is over
\nand migrated to the cloud.<\/p>\n
40.
\nIf a falling leaf
\nsees you dying too early
\nit remembers me.<\/p>\n
41.
\nSnow covers all ugliness
\nbinman is getting a life
\npeople come and go.<\/p>\n
42.
\nThe full moon is loose
\nto Basho, the haiku master,
\nit brings but sorrow.<\/p>\n
43.
\nThe peanut pine tree
\nbore the full moon suddenly
\nThe cloud set it.<\/p>\n
44.
\nThe crab is shivering
\nin the fire hearted cloud
\nthat came with spring.<\/p>\n
45.
\nIn the April sun
\nwe are three rings intertwined
\nyou, me and the sea.<\/p>\n
46.
\nCurious are cats
\nlistening to the wind of children
\nin the cool sunset.<\/p>\n
47.
\nThe shadow is waiting
\nto entertain little kids
\nthe sunset cat knows.<\/p>\n
48.
\nSpring is on time
\nfor children on the playground
\nbreeze is their best friend.<\/p>\n
49.
\nThe road is entwined
\nivy hides the homeless face
\nidea of life stays.<\/p>\n
50.
\nThe last cool morning
\npigeons watch the cherries
\nthe Judas tree leaves.<\/p>\n
51.
\nThe rose is to bloom
\nyou are always on my mind
\nlike the snow to the sun.<\/p>\n
52.
\nWheat in autumn
\nis bread in spring for the hungry
\nlife waits on shelves.<\/p>\n
53.
\nYou are like a dream
\nI held you to burn my hands
\nspring branches bloomed.<\/p>\n
54.
\nLife is like artichokes
\nshort but it is the duty
\nof spring in liver.<\/p>\n
55.
\nArt waits for new life
\nto guard the sleepy dwellers
\nsummer is at hand.<\/p>\n
56.
\nWicked is this May
\nit devours all my power
\nto hide in flower.<\/p>\n
57.
\nIf the lover is gone
\nthe pain left after the fall rain
\nis nothing but love!<\/p>\n
58.
\nMy sakuras are melting
\nuntouchable iron from
\nvelvet volcanoes.<\/p>\n
59.
\nThe air smells basil
\nThe island wind never falls
\non penny royal.<\/p>\n
60.
\nSnowflakes are tigers
\nlike the dreams of an infant
\nBlake\u2019s window burns bright.<\/p>\n
61.
\nLight conceals homeless
\nsnowflakes are gods blind eyes
\nshe is invisible.<\/p>\n
63.
\nWater way dried up
\nis a road to fall people
\nbread is a must in hand.<\/p>\n
64.
\nSummertime sleeps
\nin elderly dreams of man-
\nframed is presentiment.<\/p>\n
65.
\nTea taste at sunset
\nis a sign of miracle-
\nlife is here and now.<\/p>\n
66.
\nWicked is the sun
\nthe stone knows and is quiet
\nman remains and leaves.<\/p>\n
67.
\nWhile plum trees blossom
\ndeath is but a coincidence
\nmy life but a haiku.<\/p>\n
68.
\nThe big juicy peach
\nyielded its taste to my smile
\nonce I gave it a bite.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Kadem kiraz ya- Balland\u0131 dilimdeki Eski \u015fark\u0131lar 3 Haziran 2010 Kargaya ne ki Mimoza a\u00e7\u0131yormu\u015f- Damda ekmek var. 7 Haziran 2010 K\u0131rk ikindili G\u00fcl a\u011fac\u0131 de\u011filem- Gitara d\u00f6nmem. 11 Haziran 2010 Gitti bitti ya Sevgilinin kokusu- Ihlamur geldi 14 Haziran 2010 Selected Haikus from his book Plinth Dwellers of Cihangir (Musalla Ta\u015f\u0131 Sakinleri, K\u0131rm\u0131z\u0131 Korsan, … <\/p>\n