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Good Things to Come

TELL EVERYONE OF GOOD THINGS TO COME

If I was a psychic or a fortune-teller,
I would tell everyone of good things to come
Never once utter a word of misery,
sickness, bad luck or misfortune
For people who go to psychics or fortune-tellers
need to hear good things and be given hope.
Happy people don’t need to hear the future.
They believe and expect their good fortune
to continue forever,
but those who seek to hear answers
from anyone claiming to have super powers
should be made to believe
that no misery lasts a life time
that soon everything will be all right.
People need not
lose hope
and lose their sight
of happiness to come
with their loved ones by their side.

Let’s bring out beauty to share

A STATEMENT OF ART

I wish more people paint in pink, blue, and green Denying red or black.
I don’t like harshness, even in colours.

Please erase your anger and greed.
Suppress your violence, madness or sadness.
Concentrate on beauty…
Let’s bring out beauty to share.
Only beauty will stay and endure.
For the name of art,
For the name of literature,
For the name of reality…
Only beauty is stronger than all ugliness or evil.
Bring out beauty and share.

We all know that too much menace and misery haunts  everywhere…
But please, encourage beauty.
Deny every form of negativity.

Just like tiny stars, twinkling above
Let beauty be your guiding star.

Hülya Oyman
Toronto, Canada
hulyaoyman#yahoo.com (Replace # with @)

Poem to Children

To My Children

When I’m no longer around you
Far, far away from all of you…
Maybe when you want to talk to me
and finally listen to me.
Please, would you read my poetry?

In my lines, you will find my legacy
My philosophy, my wishes, dreams and disappointments, but you’ll also find my solutions You see, I do not like to be depressed too long I like to cheer myself up as much as those around me!

Forest Appreciation

APPRECIATION
 
I shall come back to this forest again
with a very good camera,
before those tiny, graceful, but shy flowers, hiding behind the bushes or under the bridge fade away.
Before the heavy rains
sweep them away,
I should hurry up
and acquire a very good camera,
to capture the minute details
of unknown beauty…
in botanical books or gardens,
never sold at stores,
never found
on any famous painting;
too unimportant,
too small,
too shy,
to pose boldly
under the clear, pink, blue sky..
hiding behind some shrub or a very thick tree just waiting their life cycle to end meaninglessly.
I want to capture every detail,
of their frail beauty,
their silent grace and harmony.
 
Hey you!
Sorry, I don’t even know your names…
You, over there, tiny yellow, white, purple flowers, were you always there, or did you just come out this spring?
Why, my foolish eyes did not notice you before?
Was I too lost in my trivial, daily sorrows?
Was my mind too clouded by ugliness– too abundant?
Hadn’t I decided to seek only beauty,
concentrate on beauty
 
and so
have enough strength
to face each day, with a new energy?
 
Yes I must run now.
Get a camera very soon
and come back to this very forest…
and capture the beauty of these unknown flowers before they fade away with unexpected rains!
Put them in some simple frames,
yet, they will look so priceless
when I hang them on my walls!
Yes, they will cheer up, my entire family and friends during any dark, gloomy day or night when we can not enjoy outdoors or wonderful sunlight.
 
Some viewers might shrug their shoulders, some might smirk but I know, some will admire them and think why haven’t I noticed those before?
 
Maybe, next spring or summer,
they, too, will walk in a forest
with a silent respect and appreciation
and seek some tiny flowers
which they’ve never done before,
Then, they, too will hear an invisible little bird singing his heart out loud, and others whispering quietly, in spite of crows cackling noisily, and then, they too will think respectfully…
Maybe there is a mastermind
behind all this chaos, after all!
 
By Hülya Oyman
hulyaoyman#yahoo.com (Replace # with @)