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[MehmedII]

I luv this poem.

Tailed Poem

(butcher:USA, The cat of a butcher:Cyprus, The alley cat:Turkey)

We can’t be together, Our ways are distinct.
You’re the cat of a butcher, but I’m an alley cat.
Your food is served with a tinned plate,
I take mine from the lion’s mouth.
You dream of love; I dream of bone.

But your way isn’t easy either, pal!
It’s not so easy
To wag a tail and fawn over the man!


Orhan Veli Kanık
Translated by elt

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Kuyruklu Şiir

Uyuşamayız sevgilim, yollarımız ayrı;
Sen ciğercinin kedisi ben sokak kedisi.
Senin yiyeceğin kalaylı kapta
Benimki aslan ağzında.
Sen aşk rüyasi görürsün ben kemik.

Ama seninki de kolay degil, kardeşim;
Kolay değil hani,
Böyle kuyruk sallamak Tanrının günü.

Orhan Veli Kanık

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[miltiades]

Never read such garbage in my life.Another newcomer another fanatic another misguided soul searching for laughs at the expense of others, I wonder if he is a Cypriot or a poor peasant from Anatolia .Your guess is as good as mine.

[rawk]

Miltiades

I take it you're not into cats in South London then?

[miltiades]

I love cats , in fact pussie cats are , after dogs , my favourite animals.

[rawk]

If so, you'll love these pussy cats!

http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2006 ... ats-p1.php

Rawk

[anastasiaC]

why do u love it???
pls explain?

[Natty]

Hey, I think this poem is quite nice, It's written by Mehmet Yassin and it's called,

The Myth of our own Cat


When I was a small child I wondered
if she was Greek,
the cat of our neighbour,
One day I asked my mother
if cats are Turkish
and dogs Greek.
Their dogs snarled at our Kittens,
Days later
I saw
Our cat
eat the very Kittens that she'd given birth to.

Peace!

[Sotos]

(butcher:USA, The cat of a butcher:Cyprus, The alley cat:Turkey)

The butcher cat of the butcher is Turkey Without USA what would Turkey be?

[Protagorianos]

"When the poet utters the word
the weapons will fall silent
and war will die of shame"

This poem is by Nece Yashin (Cypriot)

[Natty]

"When the poet utters the word
the weapons will fall silent
and war will die of shame"

This poem is by Nece Yashin (Cypriot)

A very nice peom!