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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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I Will
It goes beyond imagination
Why you hold me so high
Sometimes I feel exactly like
A diamond in the sky
You ask me about my projects and dreams
But, then words go a-tumbling
And aptly enough even the world seems
To stand still; sounds are muted
I thought of my life blighted
I thought of my days a-stumbling
The desires and dreams
The wondering and blundering
All the fearsome things that I've done
And more than that, at what I've become
But something took root after years of tears
A seed that you mystically planted
Well I can truthfully say that this heart may have been
Metaphysically transplanted
I've done with fears and fright
I 've walked out from the shadows
Right into the light
Now I remember you saying something about
Reaching out for my birthright
Not to let them sink me into sadness
To walk out from this kind of madness.
That I should. I could.
I will.
Rani Turton
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If I Should See You Again
If I should see you again
Across some busy Parisian street
If I should see your face as I've longed to
For years, for so many years
Will I just stand there stupidly
My face wet with tears?
But wait, there's more to come.
I'll probably just stand and watch
You walking swiftly from sight.
If I could have my freedom and words-
And I no longer want to be so weak:
Then I would probably find my courage and speak.
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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Its Curtains Everyday
Real life, not fiction.
When you leave nobody asks you to stay.
When you forget that you once were loved
And that memories could have kept you warm
But then nobody reminded you of that anyway
As you go, into the mists, all alone
In the biting cold and as the fog rises
Love was a luxury that could have kept you from harm.
Sunsets and sunrises
Nobody asked you to stay
Silences lay thick a clouds
Blocking out the sun
Blocking out the intrusive crowds
Its curtains everyday.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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