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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Every Woman Everywhere
If only could every woman at the well
Could have her pitcher filled; her needs fulfilled
The right to follow her own dream
If Ionlycould 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?
For one, hunger because the crops have failed;
And for the other, wageless, hunger,
For the rents have to be paid;
Pretty princess or simple maid
Every woman, everywhere.
Rani Turton
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Everyday, While We May
To watch the trailing rose on stone walls
Dew on flowers, a resting bird on tree
To listen to the wind, feel the rain,
Everyday, while we may
The sun with it's golden beams
Warms the flesh yet alive
Stars that glisten and shine
Bread, that the soul may dine;
While we may.
While we may, blood and bone
Skin, touch, tears and pain;
Remind us that each and every cell
Lives, and then hears the knell.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Father's Day Is Almost Done
Father's day is almost done;
His hair shines silver in the light:
His hands, frail, hold a book,
His smiles to see a bird in flight.
He walks slowly as though
To still time in it's flight;
The sun will set, will set
And it will soon become night.
Father knows life is fragile.
With every passing season;
He unravels thread by thread
Hiis life's passion and it's reason.
Rani Turton
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For Tonight
For tonight, thoughts will cease
For once my blood and body will try to please
My mind and its outpourings; for tonight the world
And its satellite techonolgy can spin its way.
Planets, stars and other celestial bodies
Can leave their trail in the sky;
For why should this persona, that is I
Always try to touch their orbits. That is, my body
And my soul divine must sometimes try
To remain detached, insignificant and not sigh
Eternally after the great, the grandiose and after all the supernova
Can blind the eye and then fade;
Silence in the galaxy, its light can reach millions after centuries
The bright and the dull, light and shade
My poetry has for reason an illogical emotion
That words beyond season, time and rhyme
Touch hearts and minds just for a short year at a time
Ad then fade.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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