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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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(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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In Darkest Night
In darkest night, the soul is alone.
The soul is alone and the world silent;
In deepest pain, silence like a knife
Can leave jagged wounds
A soft human voice can comfort and heal
A soft human hand can touch
And that is never too much.
In darkest night, the soul searches.
A ray of light, a hope, some solace;
Words of wisdom from a wise human being
Knowing the far path from which you've come.
Sometimes tired of just being.
Now dawn pales the sky.
There is the night and then the day
A giver and taker, taking all away
There is sorrow but tomorrow
Even after the darkest night
The soul will find the light.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Every Woman Everywhere
If I could every woman at the well
Would have her pitcher filled; her needs fulfilled
The right to follow her own dream
If I could every woman who cried
Hot tears of guilt, submission or pain
Could be met with compassion
Fears of work in wild cities,
Fears, fears, tears.
Where do you go when you're alone?
Some do destiny follow
Some do lies swallow
An idea that abandoning roles can
Change destiny since time began.
But do you want to die alone?
Do you want to survive or plead?
What paths do you want to tread?
Why do you urge other women to follow
All the lies you had to swallow?
Village women, city women
Fears, fears, tears.
Some ideas of education and roots
Like a bamboo and it's shoots;
You hear the same discourse.
It is your own idea where your freedom lies.
Freedom from hunger, freedom from strife
Does the city then have any pity?
One, hunger because crops have failed
The other, jobless and hunger
Rents have to be paid...
Every woman, everywhere.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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