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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Solitude, Singing
Being alone is knowing
That in in this solitary splendour
Solitude, stark and staring,
Solitude, singing a lullaby
Solitude, singing a dirge
Surrounded by so many sundry things;
Things seen and unseen
Factors known and unknown
Solitude singing softly, chanting without ranting
Solitudes songs that sing of solemn things
Silence singing golden songs
Silence healing ancient wrongs
If only silence could be
More than a memory
More than history
Silence can be more than words
Empty words echoing in an empty world
Echoing in empty valleys
Silence unspoken, unspoken, unbroken
Transfixed by time.
Rani Turton
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* Grief
Grief, don't stand near my bed tonight
I've had enough and more than I can bear
Last night was the worst: I could feel you
Watching me whilst silently standing there.
Now tell me, grief, are you friend or foe?
What is it about me that attracts you so?
Is it for my beauty, my wit or my fragility
That you stand there clothed in such simplicity?
You knew that yesterday was a hard day.
I had a certain difficult role to play;
Grief, as I suddenly felt you in my room
Ah! I actually felt the weight of your gloom.
Now I know that you are more than a presence;
I even think you sense my absence;
I almost think I'll wait for you tonight:
Grief, please do step into sight.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Today I Felt Like Sylvia Plath - I
Today I felt like Sylvia Plath.
The triteness of the present took my breath away.
Indifferent faces, hurrying, jostling on this anonymous street
My thoughts were fractal, I stood alone
Unable to keep up with those hurrying feet.
Why does life go on this way.
Where do people go to, these hustling crowds?
Where do I go to when I am alone?
I've no gifts of repartee; no, not even enough sense
Not to handle hot coals. All my life I've fought
And rebelled...and often lost.
In this twilight world, things are left undone.
In this silent world my brain fumbles and tries
To write, to form, reform and conform.
Thus, shutting out the present, drawing the blinds
I write these lines, trite, but I tried
Today I felt like Sylvia Plath.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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(You'll Be My) Knight in Shining Armour
You'll be my knight in shining armour
Shining so bright I can hardly see
The sunlight because of thee
When springs wakens nature with a sigh
When fluffy clouds go sailing by
Summer comes on, with it's moonlight nights
You, my knight, will beckon to me with sweet delights.
Autumn and winter won't be so chill
Winter evenings with you I'll kill
I'll sit beside you, you'll be my guide
And thus through our lives we shall happily abide!
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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