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Johannes Cicek Poem
Soldiers
My father and mother were soldiers.
My uncle was a soldier.
His helicopter was flying towards his soul.
My mother and father were injured and died.
They were lost in the brutal traces of terror.
What drove me was the image of my child body.
We parted on the dark night journey.
They delivered my body in my infancy.
Far away my uncle found it.
We flew and descended from the sky into the heart of the Island.
She left her helicopter at the point of surrender of her soul.
I said goodbye in tears as I left the island.
The storm was sweeping.
The dogs bit our body while bouncing off the sinking boat.
I threw away the sausages I kept on my trouser.
We started running in our heart rhythm that wanted our breath.
Yes the hum of dogs has gone away.
We hid under the seat in fear.
The box of needles plunged into our body with its merciless end.
I felt the new life and the new life with the tip of a needle.
The hands that erased my memory always hurt my head.
Blows twisted in my life.
Journeys and new people were beginning a new line of life.
The measurelessness of my time brought back memories.
She was afraid when she returned to the past in the traces of light, power, new life, new life.
Despite everything, I remember.
My family at the campsite was smiling painfully.
I was remembering the cold night of death over and over again.
We are soldiers, we are soldiers.
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Moscow
The winter sun, the sense of the cold season!
Heavy snowfall was closing the window of my car.
Tire sounds echo in the tracks of the road.
Confidence sound effect.
The noses of the traffic cops on the highway were in shades of pink.
The view from the hotel's window was the thrall rise of another hotel.
Because the woman who looked at me with black tears that I saw in my dream at night lived with cruel ends..
Her father!
He was the older brother of the Gorilla during the difficult season.
The intense sound of cutlery in the breakfast at the cafe made me happy.
The prostitutes I met were unpleasant.
Oxygen was suffocating Moscow with the muffled smell of exhaust.
We went to the restaurant with the prostitute.
Russian national brothers showed the tiredness of the evening with the fight.
The cathedral was so hot, it was the sound of the children in the divinity choir that warmed the inside.
Christmas asked me to come.
My hotel room was very hot.
I dreamed of sipping by drinking cold water.
I opened my door with the joy of the voices at my door.
Hotel's housekeeper!
It was the smell of boiling water in my stomach from my dry throat.
Moscow..
I couldn't forget the fascinating taste of the dishes!
Now distant images of war..
Moscow..
Political news showcases missiles flying to their brutal ends!
Moscow..
I didn't forget the traffic police's brother rhetoric.
Pink noses waiting under heavy snowfall.
Moscow..
Your brothers were injured and died.
Moscow..
I walked up the hill in the shadow of the Kremlin palace.
The excitement of Christmas followed the breathing trails of happy people around.
Moscow..
Your brothers are crying.
Moscow..
New sounds and new cries are echoed by warplanes.
Don't forget the woman whose nationality we touched in her nearby lands!
Moscow..
Let her grace soften your anger.
Moscow..
Johannes Çiçek
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Praise to Aeneis ( Elyesa )
It was a power without measure, very humble!
She had fallen into the Lot lake.
Dried salts with the speed of the wind.
A sharp Carthage.
He was naked with the whole world.
Gas overlapped,separated by colors!
He was looking at Zion!
It's been years of time.
The new world has dried up!
The salt dispersed by my exit is a sharp Carthage.
I came..Troia..He waited..
Noble warriors..Hey ..Carthage ..
Italy..Italy I cried out to the enemy!
Miles away, Carthage trembled.
Troia had passed a long way with one step!
A cloud of dust covered it..Hey .. Carthage ..
Johannes Çiçek
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Space
With the shining sparks of the endless darkness.
Space is reflected with the effect of explosion sounds in space.
The trails behind the waning power of the stars are slipping.
We taste the seasonless life of cold planets.
Despair is rattling in meteor showers.
Infinite love in large and small sizes.
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Angel Lucifer
With the soul while leaving the sion.
When you communicate with time!
It is going through our lives.
The wind blowing with blood color.
Given to the ground with the flow time.
The shaken posts fell.
Rising with ages from their eyes.
Rising words infinity light.
Distributes their falling ashes under light.
Darkness has a treasure on the dawn.
The rooster of the victory is heard if it is uttered.
Knits with roaring cross ties ..
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Country Turkey
The roads were the silence of farmland.
The tracks in the wind are disappearing.
Saying goodbye to the seasons with working machines.
Storks clung to electric poles.
The rivers are looking for their enthusiasm.
Our flag is flying.
The mountains are above cold waters.
Hearts are the emotion that expresses love.
The trees are shaking, their leaves are falling.
The animals are milked.
Milk and cheese is very good.
Oils are filtered, olives are chewed.
Nuts are hanging from their branches.
Taste is very good.
Teas are collected, teapots are filled.
The tea that warms us up is very nice.
Snow falls, roads are closed.
Rivers overflow and floods flow.
Fences cross borders as they drift.
The forests roar and the animals run.
Bridges are the foundation of crossings.
The trees are the coolness of the shadows.
Unity of our race separated regions.
My country is very beautiful, very beautiful.
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By plane
If my time is written in your flow.
Lights and sounds away from loneliness.
Lightweight space passengers without luggage.
When the chases get ugly in time.
In the cool sitting on the plane.
The usual wait.
When I called you for the last time.
In my recurring life.
I feel the wind on our face.
The size of the wings,with the clouds.
In the light of the fading sun.
We are flying dessert spoon in my mouth.
Sweet,salty,bitter,sour on my tongue.
Among my recurring preferences.
Among the repeating instruments.
I loved it,I'm flying in its majestic place.
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Earth
Was initiating infinity prepared with the reflection of eternity.
The expected substances were expectations for their living resources.
Infinity that expresses human creativity with the creativity of nature.
They continued to infinity with the education of laws.
They planned the power of the substance changing with the power of words.
Those who want endless life with pain and love relationships.
Souls that are lost for the continuation of the challenge were scaled for time.
Things that are changed on behalf of people are launching new life with deleted people.
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Mines
The choice of what is needed.
Versatile love guide.
Living with empowering desires.
Viewers from afar.
Feeling new love, power, satisfaction.
In the secret of completion.
For other values.
Finding the new value.
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Dock
It was deep in my heart.
I want what you have.
With satisfactions in our time while away.
Sleep for all time.
With things that take a long time for the profession.
Travel within you with the balance around you.
With harmonies that complete your visual pleasure.
I hear the smell,the light,the sounds.
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