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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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When, In Deep Despair
When in deep despair, melancholy takes my hand
Carresses my cheek gently and for the life of me
The words don't come and I cannot speak
The words like still pools reflect dark moonless nights
Emotions that have plundered and run away
To mountain hideouts
Sensitivity and argument
Music and metronomy
Strings and wood
Voices and fingers
Leave me thus shaken by their power
Of enchantment; all that I saw and read
Felt and dreamt here and there and everywhere
When in deep despair I think of my mother's love
And my old father who always asks for me
In spite of my age; the trust and devotion
I gave to some, often unreturned
But that doesn't matter. Cycles of life and love
Go away and come back again
When in deep despair I wonder and reflect
Melancholy is a friend, not a fiend but for whom
There is none, noone to touch my hand today.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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You Were, You Are
You were, you are
An indissociable part of my destiny.
At dusk when the birds settle in their nests
A calm comes upon me.
I think of the stanzas and sentences
That this hand transcribed into poems.
I think of the emotion in your eyes
Silent, unspoken.
I think of the years transcribed into days.
Oh, was that wise.
The world has a way of rending and rendering.
The world can tear you into two.
When in the silence of the night I wonder about you
The tears, tears, fill up my eyes.
You are, you were and always will be
An indissociable part of my destiny.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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* Recapturing That Dream
Like leaving my imprints in the river
Like touching stone and having it crumble;
Looking at the furture in a ruby glittering bright
Conversing with the night birds in a lonely park
Whilst walking home late at night.
The mind is my treasure; recapturing lost dreams
Thown into a dark corner of the galaxy
On the other side of the moon
Where I will retreive them very soon.
I have a friend who is an expert
In saving the lost, the damned and the lonely:
But my mind and dreams and destiny
Have me and me only;
Now these lines are only a fraction of what life seems
In recapturing all those lost dreams.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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* Wandering and Wondering
Wandering from here to there and then there to there.
From being a being, thinking, feeling
A wanderer from here to there
From somewhere to anywhere.
The earth's dangers and daggers
Have often been planted
But the wanderer, from place to place
Has a heart that has been transplanted
With limbs that often can barely move
Tired, fatigued and hungering for love
Wandering, wondering, whatever and however
And trying not to feel too bad
Wandering and wondering,
Stumbling, befuddled, blundering
For reasons that are often fugitive
To live, to love, or to simply survive.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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