Shemsettin KUZECI
(Kirkuk)
BIOGRAPHY
Semsettin KUZECI was born in 1965 in Kirkuk. He completed his primary school education in Hicri Dede and Middle school and lycee in Kirkuk. He graduated from Mosul University, Faculty of Physical Education in 1989.He worked as a teacher between the years of 1992-1996 in Kirkuk. He moved to Turkey in 1996.He has been working as journalist, author and poet in television station in Ankara. He was given the rank of ‘Honorary Doctorate ‘by the International Sientific Center because of his scientific and literary workings on Iraq, Azerbaijan and Turkey.
He focused on writing in 1976 with the influence of his father’s roughs. Later on he improved writing roughs and sent them to the ‘Literary Letters’programme at radio Baghdat. Since 1960 he has published his roughs and poems in the newspapers such as Yurt(native country), Kardeslik(brotherhood) and Birlik Sesi(union sound).He has been writing on art, sport, critics, essays and interviews. He gives lectures in not only big cities in Turkey but also in Azerbaijan, Cyprus, Rumania about the political, culturel and social arenas of Iraq Turks. In this subject he has lots of awards thanking diplomas and plaquettes.
He is the member of Union of Iraq Literary Men and Authors, Union of World Young Turk Authors, Union of Azerbaijani Authors , Union of Arabic Authers, Turkey Representative of Gazettes Iraq and Kirkuk, Turkey’s journalist of Turkoman Land Television and ILESAM’Profession Union of Literary and Scientific Work Owners) Union of Press Istanbul, Azerbaijan Journalists Confedaration
POEMS BY SHEMSETTIN KUZECI
FOR KIRKUK
For the sake of Kirkuk desires are covered with blood
Neither flowers nor snows remain on the mountains
Neither pigeon dove nor nation lovers men remained
Chopping up went too far became unendurable
For the sake of Kirkuk my heart is devoted
Chains of my hand are twisted very tightly
Stars are pulled out from sky as mountains
My pink-green desire is gleamed in my eye
FREEDOM
I’ve got into trouble for a while, I saw thousands of pains
I became tired because of the unborn sun
My youth has passed pink desire has been drown
Even my daisy got pale being remorseful is useless
That’s enough stop my tear liberty time came
Flowers will bloom my vineyard becomes active
I got rid of darkness, I found my new world
I methe native country my dream became a reality
WHISPER
Mirrors
Have been tarnished
They don’t reflect
Thes un light
Once more
He can’t be patiebt
To every trouble…
In this bad condition
Love, to be loved
Seem luxury
Hearts all dark
An unsolved
Cavern
Dreams are
As coloured as
Flowers.
IN OUR CITY
In our city
Every trouble
Should be
Endured…
To think about
It’s remedy
Unbearable gallows
Should be thought
In our city
In our city
ALL OF US
We
Have to
Do
Lots of things
However
We
Did
Nothing
ADMISSION
I know
Happiness of my
Heart
Is the
Result
Of my love
Which
I have been
Feeling
For years.
LOVE
If you wish
Either make me cry
Or
Make native country smile
With my darling
In my native country
Kill me.
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