Acclaimed Wordsmith Laurent Caroline(Turunç) dishes extraordinary poetry.

Laurent Caroline(Turunç),Iam intrigued by watertight truths and psyche- drilling verses. Am dazed by the depth of reason and consciousness is dished with a pinch of salt . We are marinated in salted waters of truth . Revolutionary writing , the poet paints gory images of OUR unrepentant earth as well her brush strokes sigh exclamation- marks of the promise of dawn. The hair -harrowing imagery reveals rot , gloom , pain , anxiety and faked happiness of the world haunted by sin , decadence and savagery .The poet in Laurent Caroline(Turunç) rebukes human society to abstain from vile and evil .She aims her poetic arrows onto the eyes of barbarians thriving on savagery , arrogance and ignorance. The revolutionary poet takes a swipe on selfish poets and writers , her peers . Laurent wants them to along avenues of truth and corrupt-less streets. She sings for the retain of earthly sanity by drilling literary consciousness our mental boxes . Her militant -revolutionary voice is oiled by rarity and candidness. Extraordinary. This poetry instalment is diverse and powerful.It is packed in three languages , Turkish , French and English thus it reaches a diverse audience of different cultures. Laurent is a serial versifier deserving high -ranking accolades in writing and spoken word. TIME OF THE POET REPUBLIC is profoundly gratified to publish and profile the VOICE OF REASON , peoples poet , mason of truth and an extraordinary wordsmith Laurent Caroline(Turunç)-( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA)

UZAY LİDERİ

                                 Onu vermeyeceğim, buradan vermeyeceğim!

                                 Umudumu işgal etmeyeceğim ..

                                 Kalabalıklara, zamana, propagandacılara.

                                 Altında kaygan zemin yok.

                                 Ey güçlü, güçlü bir giriş yap ..

                                 Yeryüzünde yeni bir hayat, yeni bir güç

                                 Bakma deve ne diyor

                                 Gürültüden ve amaçtan kurtulun, suyun şeklini tarif edin ..

                                 Ah her şeyde yetenekli olduğumu söyleyenler!

                                 Rüzgarda güneşle çalıştıklarını söyleyenler bile ..

                                 Daha sonra bina ve yas hizmetçileri.

                                 Bu yüzden sokaklar cehalet kokuyor

                                 Her geçen gün artan ne büyük bir acı ..

                                 Dağlarını hayvan kıyafetleri içinde sürdüler

                                 Bir hata zamanı, bin asır, sanatsal bir felaket

                                 Kur, kutsal yazılara ne söyleyeceğini düşünüyor

                                 Bir tavır aldılar ve bıraktılar ..

                                 Şu anki konumunuz, yarın çok az boş vaktiniz var

                                 Usta şairlerin adı, harika örneklerin en iyisidir.

                                 Ekstralar olmadan aktif rekabet

                                 Güçlü, dirençli dört kişilik bir toplum

                                 Ağaçlarda değil, insan sözleriyle.

                                 Ey büyük şiir her şeyin üstesinden gelir

                                 Ancak ayetlerin üstesinden gelmez.

                                 Tazmin edenler zulüm sabahına kadar gidecek ..

                                 Şair, sizi size gerçeğe dönüştüren kişidir.

                                 Ey Peygamber, Mekke’nin lideri …

                                 Kabile liderleri gece gündüz buluştu

                                 En iyi mimarlar Hasan ve Hüseyin’i arayın

                                 Mevcut algıların ötesine geçen bu dünyayı kurtarın

                                 Ve onlara onu kimin yarattığını sorsan ?  Bilmeyecek.

                                 Bilenler onun büyüklüğünü inkar etmez ..

                                 Öyleyse nasıl kandırıldın, nasıl kandırıyorsun

                                 Karanlık ve Işık umutla gelecek .. il

                                 De ki, her şeyin malı Allah’ındır.

                           

                                 

SPACE LEADER

                                  I will not give it, I will not give it away from here!

                                  I will not occupy my hope ..

                                  To the crowds, to the time, to the propagandists.

                                  There is no slippery floor underneath.

                                  O strong, make a strong entrance ..

                                  A new life on earth, a new power

                                  Don’t look what the camel says

                                  Get rid of noise and purpose, describe the shape of the water ..

                                  Oh those who say I am talented at everything!

                                  Even those who say they work with the sun in the wind ..

                                  Later the building and mourning maids.

                                  That’s why the streets smell of ignorance

                                  What a great pain that increases with each passing day ..

                                  They rode their mountains in animal clothes

                                  A time of error, a thousand centuries, an artistic disaster

                                  Kur thinks what to say to the scriptures

                                  They took a stand and let go ..

                                  Your current position, you have very little free time tomorrow

                                  The name of master poets is the best of great examples.

                                  Active competition without extras

                                  A strong, resilient four-person society

                                  Not in the trees, but in human words.

                                  O great poem overcomes all

                                  However, it does not overcome the verses.

                                  Those who compensate will go until the morning of the persecution ..

                                  The poet is the person who makes you come true to you.

                                  O Prophet, leader of Mecca …

                                  Tribal leaders met day and night

                                  Search for the best architects Hasan and Hüseyin

                                  Save this world that goes beyond current perceptions

                                  And if you ask them who created it?  He will not know.

                                  Those who know do not deny its greatness ..

                                  So how are you deceived, how do you deceive

                                  Darkness and Light will come with hope.

                                  Say, the property of all things belongs to Allah.

                                  24/12/2019

                              

BURADA DAHA FAZLASINIZ

                      Kişi yalnız güneşe çıkmalı!

                      Belirsiz dallara tutunmadan

                      Denemeden bilemez

                      Tüm anlamları, haysiyeti, ve gücü yaşamalı

                      Peri masallarından çıkmalı 

                      İkinci hikayede

                      Üçüncü peri masalında donatılmış olmalı

                      Üç ışıktan sonra kırk oda ölmüş olmalı

                      Dalda henüz kuş olmadığı zaman.

                      Ancak, daha yeni başlıyorsunuz ..

                      Ne senin yerinde ne de ağacın yaprağında

                      Saltanatını biraz ateş etmek için köle yapıyor

                      Lezzet nesnede değil, ne fikir ne de ahta

                      Durduğun gibi olasılıklara değersin

                      Sen değerlisin;  yolun bu hanı geç

                      Hem varlığı hem de yokluğu kesinlikle yaşayacaksınız

                      Yedi denizi geçmeden kaçamazsın

                      Tatlıların, acının ve kederin sevinci

                      Ahinin ahirete ihtiyacı var, küllere ihtiyacım var

                      Bu yüce sarayların ihtişamını görün

                      Bir gün yok edilecek.

                      31/12/2019

                   

YOU’RE MORE HERE

                       One should go out to the sun alone!

                       Without clinging to uncertain branches

                       Can’t know without trying

                       Should experience all meanings, dignity, and power

                       Gotta come out of fairy tales

                       In the second story

                       Must be equipped in the third fairy tale

                       Forty rooms must be dead after three lights

                       When there is no bird on the branch yet.

                       However, you are just getting started ..

                       Neither in your place nor in the leaf of the tree

                       He slaves his reign to shoot some fire

                       Flavor is not in the object, neither the idea nor the ahta

                       You’re worth the possibilities as you stop

                       You are valuable;  your way pass this inn

                       You will definitely experience both presence and absence

                       You can’t escape without crossing the seven seas

                       The joy of sweets, pain and sorrow

                       Ahi need an afterlife, I need ashes

                       See the splendor of these lofty palaces

                       One day it will be destroyed.

                       31/12/2019

                       Laurent Caroline

WHO IS SUCCESSFUL

    Moments of God’s calm, a little emptiness, a breeze

    The world was shaking like the tide

    You say the wrath of God, I say wine in the glass

    The time had come and the season was a gift for those who could resist the wind.

    Sit at the time limit and watch.

    Prayer in one language, curse in the other

    Turn to spirits who adjust their behavior

    And the songs of orphan thoughts

    Those who are in the midst of their own existence.

    God was silent as if the seasons did not contain

    He was indifferent to his thoughts on time, indivisibility, incommensurability, and the limit of power.

    Who could stop hesitating on this shore?

    What if the pain of today is not the pleasure of yesterday?

    It’s a thin chip between the sand and the moss.

    A responsibility that cannot be transformed into an opportunity, the apricot of the sea

    I hope hearts will untangle this seal without breaking

    With the kiss of the sun and the moon

    Before the talkative mistakes of human beings turn into injuries.

    The voice of life in me reaches my ear

    He says we won’t be alone anymore

    Do you listen to what I say,  great master.

    There is an unreal delay

    If you’re just the truth inside

    If you are also silent, who will swear by mistakes and say silence …

    Life must be someone who can read the heart

    Suck a sponge from the heart that pours our minds into the river

    for the rain

    There is a new spring that awaits every May.

    No time for silence, for laziness, master.

    You try to find yourself.

    Don’t look at those who stop and walk

    The towers are made of our bones.

    Now, the time for sowing is not the time for harvest.

    19.03.2020

    Laurent Caroline

QUI EST RÉUSSI

   Moments de calme de Dieu, un peu de vide, une brise

   Le monde tremblait comme la marée

   Tu dis la colère de Dieu, je dis du vin dans le verre

   Le moment était venu et la saison était un cadeau pour ceux qui pouvaient résister au vent.

   Asseyez-vous à la limite du temps et regardez.

   Prière dans une langue, malédiction dans l’autre

   Se tourner vers les esprits qui ajustent leur comportement

   Et les chants des pensées orphelines

   Ceux qui sont au milieu de leur propre existence.

   Dieu était silencieux comme si les saisons ne contenaient pas

   Il était indifférent à ses pensées sur le temps, l’indivisibilité, l’incommensurabilité et la limite du pouvoir.

   Qui pourrait arrêter d’hésiter sur ce rivage?

   Si la douleur d’aujourd’hui n’est pas le plaisir d’hier?

   C’est une fine puce entre le sable et la mousse.

   Une responsabilité qui ne peut être transformée en opportunité, l’abricot de la mer

   J’espère que les cœurs démêleront ce sceau sans se casser

   Avec le baiser du soleil et de la lune

   Avant que les erreurs bavardes des êtres humains ne se transforment en blessures.

   La voix de la vie en moi atteint mon oreille

   Il dit que nous ne serons plus seuls

   Écoutez-vous ce que je dis, ô grand maître.

   Il y a un retard irréel

   Si tu es juste la vérité à l’intérieur

   Si vous aussi vous taisez, qui jurera par les erreurs et dira le silence …

   La vie doit être quelqu’un qui peut lire dans le cœur

   Sucer une éponge du cœur qui déverse nos esprits dans la rivière

   pour la pluie

   Il y a un nouveau printemps qui attend chaque mois de mai.

   Pas le temps du silence, de la paresse, maître.

   Vous essayez de vous trouver.

   Ne regarde pas ceux qui s’arrêtent et marchent

   Les tours sont faites de nos os.

   Maintenant, le moment des semis n’est pas le moment de la récolte.

   19.03.2020

   Laurent Caroline

CONDUIS LENTEMENT

Conduis lentement je ne suis pas pressée du tout

Puisque nous avons déjà passé le soleil couchant

Ou bien est-ce lui qui nous a passé je n’ai pu le savoir

Il y a un autre ciel un peu plus loin

Une fois que nous l’avons passé

Nous arriverons bientôt au champ des campagnes muettes 

Conduis lentement je ne suis pas pressée du tout

De toute façon, ne sommes-nous pas morts

Ne sommes-nous pas de ceux qu’on fait taire le plus rapidement

Je n’ai pu savoir si les oiseaux en sommeil sont de nous

Ou bien si nous faisons partie des oiseaux

Alors que Dieu a décidé de nous effacer,

Un souffle  a emporté tout

Conduis lentement je ne suis pas pressée du tout

Je ne me rappelle pas d’ailleurs mon passé

Depuis qu’on a sonné les glas de la mort dans les déserts

Les traces de pieds nus sur le bord de la mer

A qui appartenaient-elles

Elles rappellent pour ainsi dire les coups de plectre d’un troubadour

Quelle agréable mélodie

Conduis lentement je ne suis pas pressée du tout

Les nuits sont longues, n’écourte pas donc mon sommeil

Les péchés du jour constituent d’ailleurs une charge lourde sur mon dos

Tu dois me réveiller avant de passer la vigne

Prenons – y quelques tonneaux de vin puisqu’on a beaucoup de temps dans le paradis

Il ne faut pas y manquer de quoi boire j’ai déjà le gosier sec

Conduis lentement je ne suis pas pressée du tout

Je vis d’ailleurs la souffrance de l’écroulement

Le tourment de l’obscurité

Tombent un à un sur les toits le halo violet de la lune, les nuages en deuil

Ils sont sur le point de nous engloutir

Le vent nous emportera

Et un instant après un grand rien.

                  Le 06.03.2020

DRIVE SLOWLY

Drive slowly I’m in no rush at all

Since we have already passed the setting sun

Or is it him who passed us I could not know

There is another sky a little further

Once we have passed it

We will soon arrive at the field of silent campaigns

Drive slowly I’m in no rush at all

Either way, aren’t we dead

Are we not among those who are shutted up the fastest

I couldn’t tell if the sleeping birds are us

Or if we are one of the birds

While God decided to erase us,

A breath took it all away

Drive slowly I’m in no rush at all

I don’t remember my path

Since we sounded the death knell in the deserts

The bare footprints on the seashore

Who did they belong to

They remind you the plectrum of a troubadour

What a pleasant melody

Drive slowly I’m in no rush at all

The nights are long, so don’t cut my sleep

The sins of the day are a heavy load on my back

You must wake me up before you pass the vineyard

Let ‘s take a few barrels of wine since there is a lot of time in paradise

You must not run out of something to drink, I already have a dry throat

Drive slowly I’m in no rush at all

I am living the pain of the collapse

The torment of darkness

One by one falling on the roofs the purple halo of the moon, the mourning clouds

They are about to swallow us up

The wind will carry us away

And a moment later, a big nothing.

             

CAROLINE LAURENT TURUNÇ

Mbizo CHIRASHA( Time of the Poet Republic Curator)   Author of a Letter to the President. co-Authored Whispering Woes of Ganges and Zambezi. Co-Edited Street Voices Poetry Collection (Germany Africa Poetry Anthology). Co- Editor of the Corpses of Unity Anthology.  Associate Editor at  Diasporia(n) online. Chief Editor at Time of the Poet Republic. Founding Editor at WomaWords Literary Press. Publisher at Brave Voices Poetry journal.  Curator at Africa Writers Caravan. UNESCO-RILA Affiliate Artist at University of Glasgow. 2020 Poet in Residence Fictional Café. 2019 African Fellow, IHRAF.ORG. Project Curator and Co-Editor of the Second Name of Earth is Peace (Poetry Voices Against WAR Anthology). Contributing Essayist to Monk Arts and Soul Magazine.  Poetry and writtings appear in  FemAsia Magazine ,Wrath -Bearing Tree, Inksweat andtears journal , One Ghana One Magazine, Ofi Press, World Poetry Almanac, Demer Press , Atunis Galaxy poetry online , IHRAF Publishes , The Poet a Day , Bezine.Com , Sentinel UK, Oxford School of Poetry Pamphlet , Africa Crayons, PulpitMagazine,Poetry Pacific, Zimbolicious , Best New Poets ,Poetry Bulawayo , Gramnet webjournal, Diogen Plus , Poeisis.si , Festival de Poesia Medellin and elsewhere .

TIME OF THE POET-An Internet based Writers Center, Archiving Theme based Digital Poetry Anthologies and publishing Iconic Poets ,Writers and Artists from around the globe. TIME OF POET REPUBLIC was founded by UNESCO-RILA Affliate ARTIST. Freedom of SPEECH Fellow PEN-Zentrum Deutschland.2019 African FELLOW ihraf.org and Acclaimed Literary Arts Diplomatie,Mbizo CHIRASHA.