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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Forgetting But Not Forgotten
Trite phrases galore
Memory plays tricks with time
Mirages that with the years
Made believe what was unreal.
If I had thought I would have lived so long
Or come to this sad sorry pass
I guess I would have said-pass
But time trickled on
Like sand in the hourglass
There's a perpetual reason to go through the years
Amazing as it may well seem
Some think its destiny
And others a form of being free
And here in the midst of modernity
What is the belief that keeps people scurrying
Jumping running sprinting panting
Living lives that build and build
Mushroom clouds, and you and me and them
And women free and unfree
Walls that are higher and higher
Time, pass me by please
Leave me against this old stone wall
Just leave me be.
Copyright Rani Turton 2008
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.
Rani Turton
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Mysteries
There is a mystery in living
When, how, for how long and why
No need to use complicated rhetorical arguments
The devil's advocate I can play indeed
But the end is always the same
Its almost as if our lifespans are a timed game.
We can hop from land to land
For reasons only we can understand
We can lament and weep
Until at the end we finally sleep
To sleep perchance to dream
As a great poet once wrote
In lifespans, life's cycles, in moments of oblivion
I even forgot all that I wrote
The great mystery was not action or living
The great question was extinction and annihilation.
To come back to the essential
I, Me and Myself
My small insignificant life
Could I even presume to be remembered
After the third generation, the fourth maybe?
And what was it's essentiality?
Wicks flame, flicker and glow
That is finally the way I will go.
Rani Turton
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Decisions
The decision I took today
Took up half of the day
The decision I took yesterday
Was exactly the same in this way
I would be better and wiser
I would be simpler, patient and gay
Break off all the bonds that destroyed me
I would certainly not wallow in misery
But the day dragged on endlessly
I was no longer so sure of myself
I took all my plans and decisions
And put them away on a dusty shelf.
Rani Turton
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