<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130</id><updated>2009-10-02T23:41:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-5191666504211961166</id><published>2008-09-29T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:04:27.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the whole and one reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He's been the man I really love&lt;br /&gt;And the one, as well, I fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not being under a cresent, but a cross&lt;br /&gt;Which is the whole and one reason of my loss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-5191666504211961166?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5191666504211961166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=5191666504211961166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5191666504211961166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5191666504211961166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/09/whole-and-one-reason.html' title='the whole and one reason'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-8658054523938546275</id><published>2008-09-10T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:21:58.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But, anyway...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am stolen one by one,&lt;br /&gt;For years, I have been stolen &lt;br /&gt;Every single moment takes away a single piece &lt;br /&gt;From my little heart,&lt;br /&gt;My patience gets less and less&lt;br /&gt;Now I am starving for your caress &lt;br /&gt;Now I am thirsty for your warmth,&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wounded terribly,&lt;br /&gt;For years, I have been wounded,&lt;br /&gt;Every single hour that elapses between your smile and darkness &lt;br /&gt;Stabs my liver once again&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid to forget the blissful days &lt;br /&gt;And it’s getting bigger&lt;br /&gt;And it’s getting unbearable &lt;br /&gt;But, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'm plundered and weary,&lt;br /&gt;For years, I have been plundered,&lt;br /&gt;And seconds without you ruins my spirit, &lt;br /&gt;That was once full of you&lt;br /&gt;And my belief gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;Then I find the whim to go on&lt;br /&gt;Then I bind my ties tighter to life&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-8658054523938546275?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-5164568632594197786</id><published>2008-09-08T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T04:12:39.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The yellow leaves of Autumn will pass&lt;br /&gt;Not through the feet of ours, but mine only &lt;br /&gt;You will be far away, since you have left &lt;br /&gt;And I’ll walk in these streets lonely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, now, remember the the previous falls &lt;br /&gt;We used to walk through the dry homeless leaves  &lt;br /&gt;As they were unconcious and hopeless &lt;br /&gt;The harsh wind is stealing them like the thieves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentle autumn rain will not wet &lt;br /&gt;The hands of ours, but mine, my pretty girl &lt;br /&gt;Yet I’ll remember the little drops &lt;br /&gt;Gleaming on your pure skin like a white pearl  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-5164568632594197786?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5164568632594197786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=5164568632594197786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5164568632594197786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5164568632594197786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall.html' title='the Fall'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-1649699115909325065</id><published>2008-07-17T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:57:38.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All of a sudden</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Not even a thing do I have &lt;br /&gt;______To make me remind of you&lt;br /&gt;Not even a simple stuff have I had &lt;br /&gt;______To make me think of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, you came out, &lt;br /&gt;______But you haven’t been indeed&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the things commenced, &lt;br /&gt;______But we haven’t had anything indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason inquiries me sincerely and secretly&lt;br /&gt;______If I’m getting away of it anyway&lt;br /&gt;My reasons inquires, yet my heart can’t response, &lt;br /&gt;______It’s clear it doesn’t mind the senses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senses want me to stand behind and hold itself, &lt;br /&gt;______But my heart is willing to challenge &lt;br /&gt;My senses want me to accept there’s a clear line between them,&lt;br /&gt;______No one would like to care each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one around me now&lt;br /&gt;______To give me a hand to figure the things out&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one, but who cares the right or wrong, &lt;br /&gt;______As it is somewhat palpable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing just at the point,&lt;br /&gt;______Where I want to be happy&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing just at the point, &lt;br /&gt;______Where my ration inquiries me as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I know is that &lt;br /&gt;______I want to be dragged where my happiness lies &lt;br /&gt;The only thing I cry myself is that&lt;br /&gt;______I want to be kept in the laps of bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-1649699115909325065?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/1649699115909325065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=1649699115909325065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/1649699115909325065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/1649699115909325065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-of-sudden.html' title='All of a sudden'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-7317753241286576256</id><published>2008-05-02T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:18:19.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of A Drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Since I don’t know from where I come&lt;br /&gt;And how I did come into being&lt;br /&gt;No background there’s, yet I need some&lt;br /&gt;As it’s like looking without seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Appearin’ somewhere hanging high&lt;br /&gt;Just like a Lacedominian &lt;br /&gt;I’m fighting against the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no land, no way or a route &lt;br /&gt;This blue vastness is not a see&lt;br /&gt;Of width or depth I have no thought&lt;br /&gt;I’m only hovering like a bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I saw in great gaiety&lt;br /&gt;My men were hanging there as well&lt;br /&gt;We became white pile in purity&lt;br /&gt;And also had many things to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, we grew on all the way&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be cotton in white&lt;br /&gt;Or a huge soft bed, so to say&lt;br /&gt;A child e’er dreamt of lyin’ in sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ‘the others’ came, we got dark&lt;br /&gt;And we were contaminated&lt;br /&gt;It ne’er rained but poured, twas real lark&lt;br /&gt;Which means that we were ill-fated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odin sent his blow and we’re cursed&lt;br /&gt;Never ending blow took us away&lt;br /&gt;The way master wished: as he burst’d&lt;br /&gt;We gave in on such a curs’d day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged to and fro, we’re in exile&lt;br /&gt;E’en without askin’ east or west &lt;br /&gt;After I left my heavenly nest,&lt;br /&gt;Would you, now, like to hear the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the Lord, Odin, we hang’d&lt;br /&gt;Yet Zephyrus made us feel cold&lt;br /&gt;‘Twas the lament that Sirens sang&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to wonder, that’s quite bald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers rioted one by one&lt;br /&gt;There broker out a war in the end &lt;br /&gt;Hesitate within me’s all gone&lt;br /&gt;I fought against them with my band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No happiness did the air bring&lt;br /&gt;It was high time we all had gone &lt;br /&gt;To each other we had to cling&lt;br /&gt;And give hand to hand, just to flee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for the sake of being free&lt;br /&gt;And of bein’ releas’d o’this exile&lt;br /&gt;With our sincere heart, we call thee&lt;br /&gt;Hope that it’ll never end in futile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Great Redeemer, Great Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Say go ‘head for the land promised&lt;br /&gt;Let us not be a poor dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Yet grant us liberty we’ve missed’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Twas the heavenly Lord who heard us&lt;br /&gt;And gave a hand when we’re in need&lt;br /&gt;We all were interwoven thus&lt;br /&gt;He transfigured all, which’s his deed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the miracle of Saviour&lt;br /&gt;To favour and change us at once&lt;br /&gt;We became heavier and heavier&lt;br /&gt;I saw all falling with a glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a feature, we descended&lt;br /&gt;As feely as a bird can be&lt;br /&gt;Some of us’ already landed&lt;br /&gt;Far away: fine or worse, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, there, a white cloth beneath &lt;br /&gt;The very place my brothers dwell&lt;br /&gt;It lies everywhere in neat&lt;br /&gt;And far from the abandoned hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thick fog, everywhere is vague&lt;br /&gt;Dress’d in an artificial cloth&lt;br /&gt;E’en mountains seemed as though they’re fake&lt;br /&gt;All is the same from north to south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty accompanied&lt;br /&gt;We’d no idea where to land&lt;br /&gt;That’s the reason we were worried &lt;br /&gt;During the whole time we have spent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreo’er the cold wind also wailed&lt;br /&gt;Then a sudden fall affected&lt;br /&gt;Dragg’d from the very route we have sailed&lt;br /&gt;We sailed as Odin directed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after some time flittering&lt;br /&gt;Finally I landed down safe&lt;br /&gt;Others were all there glittering&lt;br /&gt;And some were still falling in wave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind left and the sun came&lt;br /&gt;Shining with bright rays all around&lt;br /&gt;A weird feeling grasped: I can’t name&lt;br /&gt;But it says we’ll not stay as mound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird happen'd suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I began to lose my spirit&lt;br /&gt;The dark blanket above, slightly&lt;br /&gt;Mov'd away and still I feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rays of golden ball stroke&lt;br /&gt;Which made me'n my company melt&lt;br /&gt;Soon there appear'd a thick white fog&lt;br /&gt;"An Odyssea's ahead" I felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very moment on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I had this queer feeling and thought&lt;br /&gt;I thaw'd with the wind gentle'n kind&lt;br /&gt;Pondering that e'erything is naught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this endless chall'nging journey&lt;br /&gt;I'm the mere Odysseus &lt;br /&gt;I've set off once 'gain lonely&lt;br /&gt;Having receiv'd the wrath of Zeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to admit, but this'll go on&lt;br /&gt;On my way, there is no release&lt;br /&gt;If only I'd a'Lord like Solon&lt;br /&gt;The exile would surely cease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-7317753241286576256?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/7317753241286576256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=7317753241286576256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/7317753241286576256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/7317753241286576256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-of-drop.html' title='Story of A Drop'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-7193905560268691684</id><published>2008-05-09T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:12:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Them All Aside</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ye'd better not believe what the others say&lt;br /&gt;Disregard all ye have heard and live the day&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for the rosy years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you mind every attitude and word&lt;br /&gt;The worse ye get, which is not what ye've deserved&lt;br /&gt;So let them be a bird&lt;br /&gt;And fly away in mirth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember we don't have to care for everything&lt;br /&gt;We cannot save them all, for awhile, just think&lt;br /&gt;Then release what ye have&lt;br /&gt;That makes ye a real slave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we're trying for the impossible&lt;br /&gt;We're not aware, but think we are sensible&lt;br /&gt;Just put the things aside&lt;br /&gt;Think nothing, wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears and cries don't work or make the things better&lt;br /&gt;As it used to, we understand it later&lt;br /&gt;Leave them all in the past&lt;br /&gt;Reckon it as the last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Alan Cemré&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-7193905560268691684?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/7193905560268691684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=7193905560268691684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/7193905560268691684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/7193905560268691684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/05/put-them-all-aside.html' title='Put Them All Aside'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-4294432993169722718</id><published>2008-05-02T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:31:15.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Had I Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Little had I thought&lt;br /&gt;O' leaving a whole life&lt;br /&gt;Till the very moment &lt;br /&gt;I was left alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard though it is&lt;br /&gt;I try not to retrospect&lt;br /&gt;And re call we had&lt;br /&gt;In the pristine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Alan Cemré&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-4294432993169722718?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/4294432993169722718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=4294432993169722718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/4294432993169722718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/4294432993169722718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-had-i-thought.html' title='Little Had I Thought'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-3592335916697528325</id><published>2008-04-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:25:50.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H Q Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;'Tis georgeous&lt;br /&gt;To see the billows &lt;br /&gt;With Sincere Fellows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;They rise ud and fall&lt;br /&gt;With bewitching call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the sea &lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the night&lt;br /&gt;Is fine with dim light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the scene&lt;br /&gt;Honeysuckles smell&lt;br /&gt;And the martins yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all&lt;br /&gt;The fine venial scene&lt;br /&gt;Is one to be seen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Alan Cemré&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-3592335916697528325?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3592335916697528325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=3592335916697528325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/3592335916697528325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/3592335916697528325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/04/h-q-series.html' title='H Q Series'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-3473592585397558928</id><published>2008-04-11T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:40:16.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Following the harsh and chilly winter&lt;br /&gt;In time, cold blanket on hills withdrew&lt;br /&gt;The foliage's colour'd by Lord the Painter&lt;br /&gt;Days after the wind strongly blew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the tops of hills remain white &lt;br /&gt;As a holy relic of the past&lt;br /&gt;There they stay like a triumphant knight&lt;br /&gt;Yet, that's not sure how long it shall last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, so fierce is the wind&lt;br /&gt;That it caresses e'erything around&lt;br /&gt;The green cover's ready, yet the ants ain't&lt;br /&gt;To come out and enjoy nature's sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden comes a downpour&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied with the giant rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Following the gloomy sky's fierce roar&lt;br /&gt;That's not as cruel as it sounds though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny buds of blooms hath come out&lt;br /&gt;In the midst with small pretty freckles &lt;br /&gt;There smells the fragnant odour about&lt;br /&gt;This makes 'em unique despite prickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing the birth of heaps of leaves &lt;br /&gt;Gives the greatest joy a man can see&lt;br /&gt;'Tis good to see nature really lives&lt;br /&gt;Observing the vast green that's once wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tall and high are the poplar trees&lt;br /&gt;That're adorned in things like centipede&lt;br /&gt;In jealousy, they are bent by the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Yet cared and dampen'd with every bead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bushes all around are braver&lt;br /&gt;As they've hasted to let their leaves grow&lt;br /&gt;In changing weather, they endevour &lt;br /&gt;To get dressed in green gown and to blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little clouds chase one another &lt;br /&gt;In joyi they play an unending game &lt;br /&gt;Continuously they go e'en farther&lt;br /&gt;That's nature, nothing remains the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Alan Cemré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-3473592585397558928?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3473592585397558928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-139482872291687073</id><published>2007-12-04T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:23:37.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hope Within the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Even if we are far away,&lt;br /&gt;             We shall see the same stars shining without ceasing &lt;br /&gt;             We shall gaze at the same sky uphigh &lt;br /&gt;Which shall be the things we have in common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we do not have any contact &lt;br /&gt;             We shall meet in the same dreams anytime, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;             We shall keep the same hopes together &lt;br /&gt;Which shall be the basis we cling to more tightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we do not see each other &lt;br /&gt;             We shall think of the same future, we get ready for&lt;br /&gt;             We shall desire the same merry days ahead&lt;br /&gt;Which shall be granted to us in the end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-139482872291687073?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/139482872291687073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=139482872291687073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/139482872291687073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/139482872291687073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2007/12/hope-within-box.html' title='The Hope Within the Box'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-5967107672348634510</id><published>2007-12-04T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:17:50.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alecto, Tisiphone and Magaera</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alecto hath decideth&lt;br /&gt;Tisiphone hath let it happen &lt;br /&gt;Magaera hath concluded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole and the mere thing we could do was &lt;br /&gt;to give in and to wait for the next,&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been given no right to have a say. &lt;br /&gt;The sirens’re singin’ the ballad I hath spelleth&lt;br /&gt;Enchanting the mankind with my hopeless words&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast not hearth the mere plead of mine&lt;br /&gt;But kept on thy fair judgement.&lt;br /&gt;Now all scattered around &lt;br /&gt;And torn into thousands of pieces &lt;br /&gt;I can’t help askin’ for my love&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve tried to keep within me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-5967107672348634510?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5967107672348634510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=5967107672348634510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5967107672348634510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5967107672348634510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2007/12/alecto-hath-decideth-tisiphone-hath-let.html' title='Alecto, Tisiphone and Magaera'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-3052885234251916967</id><published>2007-12-04T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:13:20.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The time seems endless, and it gets longer &lt;br /&gt;Considering I’ll hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Yet it yields against my patience and elapses in a way&lt;br /&gt;The nights get darker and darker &lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel lost in a jungle of stars&lt;br /&gt;And I might not figure my way out&lt;br /&gt;Yet it’s invaded by the rising sun and cleared away in the end.&lt;br /&gt;The days ahead seem discouraging&lt;br /&gt;And it tries to dissuade you of the promises &lt;br /&gt;You swore once in the name of Lord &lt;br /&gt;Yet it comes to a halt, like a hearing brought up o a court&lt;br /&gt;And passes slowly as it did and will as ususal. &lt;br /&gt;My love for you gets more and more inexplicable &lt;br /&gt;I cannot find a way to start to make it clearer &lt;br /&gt;It feels huge like a sincere hug &lt;br /&gt;And deeper, thus I’m fallin’ into you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-3052885234251916967?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3052885234251916967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=3052885234251916967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/3052885234251916967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/3052885234251916967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-love-for-you.html' title='My love for you'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-2507974105705525022</id><published>2008-03-07T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:12:20.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem numbered ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Never have I had any thing &lt;br /&gt;To make me remind you’n yer smile&lt;br /&gt;Except a piece of song to sing&lt;br /&gt;Written for a lo’er still alive &lt;br /&gt;Could this be the thing we hoped once&lt;br /&gt;Following the days we enjoyed and danced &lt;br /&gt;I can’t help, just now, my heart pounds&lt;br /&gt;With thy love even after months &lt;br /&gt;Bearing in mind a confessed hope&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for thee and I’m en route &lt;br /&gt;Moreover I keep the things we thought &lt;br /&gt;They’re all with e, except those you loathe &lt;br /&gt;What we need’s waiting a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Then our love’ll rekindle, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-2507974105705525022?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/2507974105705525022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=2507974105705525022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/2507974105705525022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/2507974105705525022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/03/poem-numbered.html' title='Poem numbered ...'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-3676885950449318202</id><published>2008-03-07T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:11:57.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But For Thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;But for thee,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to bee the moon hanging uphigh&lt;br /&gt;Yet the reflection in depths.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to enlighten the nights &lt;br /&gt;Yet kept within the water alone&lt;br /&gt;With my congenial fiend the second, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for thy love,&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather stay in the sparkles of water&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spotting the endless night&lt;br /&gt;And then disappear in day&lt;br /&gt;As if disguising for the fear of Helios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for my hopes,&lt;br /&gt;I’d be an arid land, lacking of tiny drops of desire to breathe &lt;br /&gt;Or a piece of rock, having not been a whole &lt;br /&gt;but dragged away&lt;br /&gt;Without questioning where to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-3676885950449318202?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/3676885950449318202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=3676885950449318202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/3676885950449318202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/3676885950449318202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/03/but-for-thee.html' title='But For Thee'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-3207246215393943533</id><published>2008-03-07T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:10:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Any Trace</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon walking without leaving any trace on the snow,&lt;br /&gt;Covering everywhere with white purity&lt;br /&gt;I shall quit pursuing your love up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the tomb of Lord,&lt;br /&gt;There shall lie nothing except for the memories &lt;br /&gt;However, they are sure there’ll stand no comebacks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-3207246215393943533?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-8179977748705910528</id><published>2008-03-07T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:10:25.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>Has your soul been filled up&lt;br /&gt;With the feeling to get away from all mankind &lt;br /&gt;And to leave everything behind as soon as possible &lt;br /&gt;With a pure hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hatred grew and still has…&lt;br /&gt;Fed up with all I do wish:&lt;br /&gt;I were away anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So as not to see an evil in body and flesh&lt;br /&gt;Not to feel the presence of a breath nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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with a purity,&lt;br /&gt;All turn’d out to be still&lt;br /&gt;Yet the love within me&lt;br /&gt;Kept my soul full o’ breath and joy&lt;br /&gt;Though everything was on their last legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-5125341759262722169?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5125341759262722169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=5125341759262722169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5125341759262722169'/><link rel='self' 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glittering o’ life &lt;br /&gt;Beginning to grow up, we all changed,&lt;br /&gt;Without noticing got mature in time&lt;br /&gt;Never has been and will be the same again&lt;br /&gt;And now, before a Sphinx &lt;br /&gt;I’m questioning her, unlike the king once-lived&lt;br /&gt;Gazing around, I see a snowflake descending &lt;br /&gt;Gently,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;And in perfect order &lt;br /&gt;With an incredible beauty and heavenly form&lt;br /&gt;As if they had not touched anywhere &lt;br /&gt;And it had not been stained&lt;br /&gt;Purity is hidden in every single crystal.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they’re leaving the cotton clouds &lt;br /&gt;Wandering without ceasing &lt;br /&gt;And they’re landing to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;A new life in every piece has just started herein.&lt;br /&gt;Yet the case is with the rest,&lt;br /&gt;I’m now asking to Sphinx:&lt;br /&gt;Shall they ever be the same again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-8769015268154547354</id><published>2008-03-07T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:07:40.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Never hath shone the stars brighter before&lt;br /&gt;And never hath they been so closer &lt;br /&gt;Diving among the glittering stones &lt;br /&gt;I feel the depths of vast oceans &lt;br /&gt;And the blue o’ uncertainty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the lights of cities are away   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Allan Cemré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-8769015268154547354?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/8769015268154547354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=8769015268154547354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/8769015268154547354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/8769015268154547354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2008/03/brighter-stars_07.html' title='Brighter Stars'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-5339344563122560944</id><published>2007-12-03T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:10:17.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oleanders</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Forgotten my youth on jolly days&lt;br /&gt;On which the oleanders used to burst into flowers &lt;br /&gt;Among the lurid blossoms, getting groggy in the sun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recollect the things ye used to say in each case&lt;br /&gt;And the golden beach teeming with the lovers &lt;br /&gt;Where we ran, wandered and enjoyed, once, in fun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall the moments I looked at yer face&lt;br /&gt;And when we got all wet with the summer showers &lt;br /&gt;But now, all alone myself, there’s left none. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-5339344563122560944?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5339344563122560944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=5339344563122560944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5339344563122560944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5339344563122560944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2007/12/oleanders.html' title='Oleanders'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-7498364483468598277</id><published>2007-12-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:09:26.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hear a Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hear a call,&lt;br /&gt;Uttering what I’ve already heard before,&lt;br /&gt;Not something new &lt;br /&gt;But like a prayer spelled in a pew&lt;br /&gt;Neither pious nor trivial &lt;br /&gt;Or something to veil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a call,&lt;br /&gt;Telling what we’ve already been told for ages,&lt;br /&gt;Not something weird &lt;br /&gt;But like the sayings with which we’re reared &lt;br /&gt;Neither misleading nor concrete&lt;br /&gt;Or something to plead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a call,&lt;br /&gt;Of which we’re sure and learnt by heart,&lt;br /&gt;Not something unusual&lt;br /&gt;But like a like our parents’ advice that’s crucial&lt;br /&gt;Neither ill intended nor obscure&lt;br /&gt;Or something to endure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-7498364483468598277?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/7498364483468598277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=7498364483468598277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/7498364483468598277'/><link 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strolled and wandered ill- and good-will emotions&lt;br /&gt;Without having, in their mind, any bona fide or bad notion.&lt;br /&gt;Once again together, on an ordinary day, spending time,&lt;br /&gt; “Purity” put forward an idea, spelled in splendid rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;- Instead o’ killin’ time, what about playin’ hide and seek?&lt;br /&gt;Which was welcomed by all emotions, strong and weak.&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, of those, craziness screamed loudly,&lt;br /&gt;That he is quite willing to be the seeker in game eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;Since no one else was crazy enough to seek for Craziness,&lt;br /&gt;They just hid, and didn’t poke their nose into his business,&lt;br /&gt;Then he spoke up to tell countdown: sixty five, sixty four …&lt;br /&gt;The emotions got excited in hiding to and fro more ‘n more.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, “Tenderness” got hung at the horn o’ the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And Treason, cleverly, got into a pile o’ litter secretly soon,&lt;br /&gt;As for the Love, he curled among the clouds on and on,&lt;br /&gt;The Lie said he was going to hid himself under a stone,&lt;br /&gt;Yet he lied, since he got indeed at the bottom of a lake,&lt;br /&gt;The Passion descended to the centre of the world, in vague,&lt;br /&gt;And the Craziness kept on his countdown: eight, seven…&lt;br /&gt;The Love could not find anywhere on Earth and heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Being indecisive, the Love did not know where to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Which is not surprising, for it is hard to keep it aside,&lt;br /&gt;Upon pronouncing, in the end: five, four, three, two, one,&lt;br /&gt;Love jumped into the red roses, accompanied by Pan,&lt;br /&gt;Shriekin’ in enthusiasm, Craziness announced it’s over&lt;br /&gt;And he would not fail in finding them, never and never&lt;br /&gt;Turning his back, there he saw Listlessness before him,&lt;br /&gt;Since, to hide himself, he did not have even a bit whim,&lt;br /&gt;He found the Tenderness at the horn of the moon uphigh,&lt;br /&gt;And the Treason among the litter with an inept outcry,&lt;br /&gt;One by one, Love was found curled among the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;And the Lie at the bottom of a lake, drab with floods,&lt;br /&gt;The Passion was found at the centre of the world hidden&lt;br /&gt;And Craziness fell into hopelessness that shan’t deaden,&lt;br /&gt;When he’s unable to reveal the last, despite his effort,&lt;br /&gt;Then the increasing voice of the Jealousy was heard,&lt;br /&gt;- Well, ye hath not! He’s hidden there among the roses,&lt;br /&gt;The Craziness then promptly grabbed a fork-like stick&lt;br /&gt;And rushed into the roses right over to tease and kick&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and in bad temper, he stabbed and stabbed&lt;br /&gt;Until he heard of a shriek in great pain, he just kept&lt;br /&gt;Then Love came out covering his face with his hands&lt;br /&gt;Raised his head with stabbed eyes in blood to friends&lt;br /&gt;In order to find Love, Craziness blinded Love’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;He completed his crazy pursuit with unforgettable cries&lt;br /&gt;- “What hath I caused” bawled he realizing what he did,&lt;br /&gt;And in sincere attitude, he asked Love’s need to meet,&lt;br /&gt;Upon this kind proposal of Craziness, then, Love replied so&lt;br /&gt;Irreversible are my eyes, could you be my guide and light&lt;br /&gt;Both eyes o’ Love have been blind unfortunately since then&lt;br /&gt;And Craziness have accompanied him as much as he can… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-5950234810537155712?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/feeds/5950234810537155712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9133369456822972130&amp;postID=5950234810537155712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5950234810537155712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133369456822972130/posts/default/5950234810537155712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-is-craziness.html' title='Love is Craziness'/><author><name>Eduard Alan Cemré Bulut</name><email>alan_hacettepe@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17553995948929534111'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133369456822972130.post-7783227859750890025</id><published>2007-11-15T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:42:04.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Procrastinating the glamour in yer eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And the laughter, lying behind thy lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There’s no point in bringing up the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It’s now wiser to come to an end at last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But can it ever be a remedy in all cases,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For a broken heart, fixing all the pieces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Don’t think it’ll work, given the perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That makes it difficult to bridge the gaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Considerin’ all left from yesterday for us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We have incomplete drawings on canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We could not have time to make it whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As we disguised in an inconvenient role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133369456822972130-7783227859750890025?l=eduardallancemre-eng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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