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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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I Was Walking in Yesterday
I was walking in yesterday
Wraiths and city nights knew me
I walked far on into the past and then
The complexity of that endless road came across to me
I didn't use word associations, then and now,
Not even to try to place locations in
The map of my mind; I wandered here and there
I was walking in yesterday
As if yesterday was today
And as though the past was alive
I walked into yesterday and it was the friend
Whose name I couldn't recall; it was the wanderer's wine
Bought at a wayside stall
It was the cold water in a village well when the sun burnt the eyes
All the rest was lies
I walked into yesterday but I left my todays behind
I did not realise that I was leaving behind
The remants of the rest of my mind.
Rani Turton
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I Was What I Am Not Today
I was what I am not today
The long day of my life stretches on:
Soon the dusk will fall and then
The night will also be gone;
I wonder about the change wrought
Or rather brought about by the years
Was it perception and thought
That dimmed and stopped the tears
Is it my id
That did what it did
Or was it my cortex
That lost itself in a vortex?
Copyright: Rani Turton
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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Ideas, Ideals and Delusions
I have some notions of nothingness
I have some ideals of illusions
Into the abyss then with these thoughts
My ideas, ideals and delusions.
I can sweep away those cob-webbed dreams
Wipe clean every troublesome image
But nothing, nothing ever again
Can help me really turn the page
There are persistant and resistant matters
That will come back like a boomerang
Like a half-latched door in a tempest
That will continue to maddeningly bang
Away then and into the vast starry night
I will somehow continue to live;
My ideals of illusions, my dreams of delusions
Can also help to make me survive.
Rani Turton
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