Munayem Mayenin's Poems
as performed at Alchemy Reading & Performance Series in Prague
The Son of Eternity
Touch the wet air freshened
by the raindrops of the day
And feel the silence frozen by moment’s eternity
Oh! Moment! The son of eternity!
I wish I had written this poem on the sky with clouds
And kissed you on the Moon
Oh! Eternity dancing on my hands
And the glory of time I drink!
All the currencies that the world has got
All the money they make
I will give you all and in a cash transaction
Can you bring back the days and nights
That I drunk in Athena or Babylon?
Or the scarlet kisses that went floating
As a procession of relaxed stars on the river of time!
You can’t-so for God’s sake
Don’t tell me to worship your money-god
The bastard son of human time!
Let me be as though I do not exist in your world!
Time has its geography
Overcoming means eternity
What you may not grasp
For you measured your life
In rolled up dirty notes of dollars
When I feel when I kiss and when I sing
And when I hold the universe in my heart
I am way beyond your filthy touch
And I reign as the son of eternity
(From his Second Collection The Son of Eternity: Publish
America)
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Yet a Butterfly Still Stuck in My Throat
The council blocks of flats
Stand
Ruthless silence hangs over them
Like the air over a coffin being followed to the graveyard
People like deaf and dumb bumble bees stay within these
walls
Days mean a way time turns to nights
And nights a way time turns to days back again
Perpetual purposelessness shines through
Dreamless hollow eyes of living skinned skeletons of men
Directionless heavy footsteps of light living dead souls
of men
Disappear by the pubs or the bookies
Around Bethnal Green
The Green Land Grocers sells groceries
To people of colours hated by the enraged colourless or white
The old traditional graffiti still reads under the staircase
" Not for Irish, Black and Dogs"
Yet London bids for Olympic and regeneration bids made
Politicians stand and get elected for more service to the
people
Where hatred grew like mosquitoes in the dirty filthy marshlands
Where malaria epidemic spreads its deadly arms deep inside
Of human minds
Hatred grew on hatred
Minds die on minds
Where humanity is
Nothing but deaf and dumb half slaughtered lamb
Can not die yet dying all the time
Can not live yet dying all the time
Can not grow yet bleeding all the time
The city gets heavy
Night clubs and pubs
Parties and dances
Fashionable music and drugs
And all the gears
And chicks and birds and broads
Regardless the Thames flows as if Buddha of the night
By Westminster bridge
Counting the stars in the sky
The last one far away
" Is that Nirvana?"
What are you talking about!
I can not breathe
I am deaf and dumb half slaughtered lamb
Can not die yet dying all the time
Can not live yet dying all the time
Can not grow yet bleeding all the time
Yet a butterfly still stuck in my throat
Yet a rainbow still hangs by my neck
Yet I hold a dove of a dawn between my hands
Yet I have a song to let go into the infinite sky
(From his Second Collection The Son of Eternity)
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An Eternal Phoenix
I am an eternal phoenix
With my silky velvety feathers soft
Yet they are my steel mechanics
Of perpetual motion and rhythm
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
With my key ring holding a rainbow
That muses around melody and music
That can touch you love and care
That can touch you silky kisses in burning diamond
I can touch you back to life
And you rise up to dance
And open the windows of adventures in your fingers
And your palm lines become rippling rivers
Sparkling water and waves craft music day and night
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
With my heart as old as the silver moon
That holds a melancholy tune in mute
Which I can hold still in my ears in moonlit nights
And a mind as young as a daffodil in young early spring
I can count colours into music
And music in colours poetry in hear beats
When you touch me with overwhelming warmth
Kisses and caresses become nocturnal bliss
And they resemble tropical rain in the green
Sparkling rain water crystal liquid diamonds
Floating over your silky smooth skin
Where I can and do paint a passion-painting
With the colours and pastel of my countless kisses
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
I take you to a long walk in shadowy afternoon
That turns out to be sunny in sunshine-rain
That wets us with closest of warmth
I offer my hand to you
You offer yours to me
And I can hear the beats between two entwined hearts
And you look up with petals of wonder in your eyes
I then see a black rainbow shines in your black hair
In various shinny shades of black
In the wind that brings the stories of the waves
Of the Southern ocean
Where mermaids’ water dance calls us
Towards a dance held between our eyes
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers.
(From his third collection: Publish America: To be out: The
Geography of Time)
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I Give You
I give you a rainbow ribbon
To tie your sun kissed hair
Silky soft wind blown warm
In spring and in summer
I give you warmth that I hold for you in my breath
Treasured by my heart for the winter
And the festival of colours that consumes me
Watered by my dreams for autumn
I give you magic out of my soul to keep
Between your touchstone thumb and finger
That hold your pen and knit poetic landscapes
So that colours and music infuse life before your eyes
I give you winds of springs and sounds of silence
Rhythmic speed beating as ecstasy in entwined bodies
Heavens go dancing joys that lay bare before eyes
Sensations wrapped in sweat and beats and thrills
I give you a place where lights dance in darkness
Music puts out scarlet portraits in a cosmic theatre
This is where eternal springs up as dew wet spring grass
Life goes fluttering by with the wind and the butterflies
I giver you rain and tropical downpours of fluid warmth
That give you magic to grow a garden in the desert
Nurture the green in the olive tree in the scarlet dusk
And tea cup full of Arabic scents and stories in aromas
I give you starry nights and their melodies and dreams
A voyage to the cosmic space with white and purple
In your mind there blossom yellow roses as you dream
There on your scarlet cheek a map of kisses painted
I give you a snowy field in winter to play with snowballs
On the tongues they touch sensuality's heat in melting
pose
You fall in white while smile sparkles eternal diamond's
envy
Your face brightens in rosy cheeks that touch mine in
magical bliss.
Most of all I give you something all together unusual
I give you a bleeding heart watering wounded dreams
To keep near your you-scented pillows while you paint
your songs
I give you a bruised butterfly in need of your tender
care
(Fourth Collection to be published: Neverbridge Stone
Roses)
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I Follow You
I follow you
Follow you wherever you go
But trust me
I do not stalk you
For I am you-bound
For your beauty that you carry around you
Keep me spell bound
I follow you wonderstruck
The way the moon follows the earth
I cannot but follow you
Since you are so beautiful
Whatever you put on to dress
You dazzle me in your Kashmiri dress
When you stand at the valley of snow and flora
You look like red in fire
You make the valley sing
I follow you
I follow you when you dance
Wearing Kurdish dress
With sparkling diamonds embroidered in your body
The music makes you float in the air
You command the sense of thrill
Around the room where people sit
I follow you when you wear African dress
Suddenly the rainbow decides to come down to earth
And wrap your body so that you feel light
You walk in rhythm in the high street
Africa goes shopping with you
I follow you wonderstruck
I follow you when you go picking up flowers
In the snowy mountain valley of Canada
Your warm clothes shine as summer's pools
I follow your white bare hands and the red rose it holds
How can I not follow you around?
I follow you when you stand beneath the olive tree
In the dusk where dust welcome the scarlet evening
And your eyes dream of dreams
Of future that might soon come to kiss you alive
I follow you into the night where you sing
You sing your songs of joys and silky dreams
I follow you in Egypt
I follow yours steps around the historic place
And see how wonder paints your eyes
And how you look so part of the time and space
Yet you are the one that has no comparison
I follow you in colours painted sarees
In Asian weddings
When your youthful eyes sparkle like young does
And your churees play tunes of light but sincere joy
I follow you
I follow you in the Roma Village
Where you entertain your colours
Where you paint your passion of freedom
Out onto the sky
The sky that reflects your mind
I follow you in the Indian valley of whisper and humanity
I see feathers and colours becoming brothers and sisters
I name myself falling feather with a song
I follow you
Wherever you go
I follow you wonderstruck
I follow you in Florence and Rome
In evening when young blood feels passion
And sit beside the summer vine full of green bursting
Your lips red with red wine summer
I follow you wonderstruck
I follow you in Benin
Wearing sunshine's dress in weary summer
Yet shining as though you are the one
With dreams to spare
I follow you
I follow you
When you speak French
And your tongue becomes juicy vine's intoxicated harvest
And Paris goes mad and drunk
And you sing your heart out
I follow you by the Volga
With your dreams walking with your shadow
Your steps create a symphony
I follow your rosy cheeks
And the wonder bound passion you held in your heart
I follow you across the globe
In Vienna and Frankfurt
I follow you in Durban and Delhi
I follow you in Shanghai and Cairo
I follow you in every roses and rivers
I follow you in every mood and melody
I follow you wonderstruck
(Fifth collection To be Published: Poetica Rainbow Ryder)
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Prague Spring
After
the velvet revolution's seeds germinating
And spring swaying the happy branches of Prague trees
I do not have the music of two thousand words but two
I give you back the Prague Spring an eternal oasis of liberty
humane
After the armoured columns and tanks and footsteps
Of confused soldiers wearing horribly unsuitable uniforms
Speaking of tongues a mixer of Russian led cocophoney
What could I give you in these tiny minutes in the cup
of Prague Spring
The eternal declaration against simply bread and butter
You this evening hold these eternal minutes in the cup
of Prague Spring
Let us sing that song of melody and dreams of more than
bread and meat
After the curtain down and the probability of rebirth
has gone broke
After the bloodshed and hatred transformed into repressions
of roses
After the forced equality in deathlike bleakness of quiet
horror
After all the murders and imposition of red justice gone
to the loo
What can I give you in these tiny eternal minutes but
Prague Spring?
I give you an olive tree with green leaves Mozart sing
eternal dreams
The dreams of liberty as easy as breathing the air and
poetry musing
I hereby give you not two thousand but only two words
Prague Spring
I give you a few tiny eternal minutes of nectar to put
into the urn of Prague Spring
I give you the dream of keeping the spring eternally
bloomed
For us the humanion to get up and sing Beethoven's Moonlight
Symphoney
I give you the dream I give you the magic I give you
life in your beating hearts
I hereby give you a few tiny eternal minutes to water
the eternal Prague Spring
Keep it bloomed keep it loved keep it alive and spread
it
Keep it in your pockets in your homes and houses and
flats and gardens
Keep it in your cafes and campuses and media and archives
and lands and waters
Keep it in your eyes and breathes and body scents and
in your kisses
Keep it and give it and spread it and sing it and draw
it and paint it and play it
Eat it and drink it and saw it and plant it and water
it and love it
I give you Prague Spring to hold so that roses can be
flowers and women lovers
I give you a few roses of these few tiny eternal mintues
take them home
And water them with the dew of your dreams and sing the
colours of your hearts
(Sixth collection to be published: Poetry of Ruins
and Rains)
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