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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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I Heard My Destiny Speak In An Unknown Tongue
I heard my destiny walking beside me, I heard
It speaking in an unknown tongue; I asked for ways
And where; I spoke as well as I could in
What I thought could be language it could understand.
I saw my destiny befuddled, sometimes sure
Of its stride, and sometimes stumbling as
I walked beside.
I heard my destiny sigh, almost as weary as I.
Then I kept the questions to myself
All my queries were as pointless and why
Should destiny explain to each and every one?
We exist, and then we go
Maybe far, far into the sky.
Tell me where to go and when
Tell me why, how and the means to get there.
I am just a bit of blood and bone
Without you my flesh is bare.
I heard my destiny walking beside me, I heard
It speaking in an unknown tongue;
It showed me strange paths In foreign lands
So much worry and sleepless nights;
Yes, destiny I think even I, in my wildest dreams
Sometimes have my rights.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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I Spoke To Liberty
I spoke to liberty and liberty spoke to me
Asking softly, 'Do you really want to be free? '
I murmured to melancholy and melancholy said
' Why do all these thoughts go through your head? '
I asked for grace and grace touched my life
Saying, 'Quiet for now. Forget all your strife.'
Then I walked on alone. Touched to the bone.
The anger and the pain, washed by the rain
Dissolved as I wept.
Then, fortunately I slept.
I spoke to liberty and liberty spoke to me
Asking softly, 'Do you really want to be free? '
Rani Turton
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I Thought Love Was An Emotion
Not an ordeal, no, not a slow walk in the sunlight
After a long melancholy night;
Not a trial by fire after getting wet in the rain
Stepping over puddles and watching pain
Plop in to the swirling water
And waiting, watching long after.
I thought love was an emotion, strong affection;
One that overrid all objection and dejection;
Not a melancholy metaphysical madness
Not a surreal, sentimental sadness.
I thought love was an emotion, an emotion
That it was just another poetic notion
When feelings your body do betray
Emotion tries to flee clear away.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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I Thought Of A Place
I thought of a place
A place where my soul could go to be alone.
From here to there with fragile wings
I have flown.
Where I could be myself,
With all my faults, faults multiplied by ten.
Faults I confessed to myself, often.
Where I could observe and understand
The workings of the universe
A universe that often seems to work
To my mind in total reverse.
I thought of a place where
There would be a meeting place
For all colours and accents without anybody
Trying to outdo the other
Trying to outtalk and show their superiority
Over another's culture and birth.
Words, like needles, often prick.
Be yourself, that is the trick.
I thought of a place
Where they would look at the person
Behind the strange name, strange face
Strange accent and strange degrees.
And that is the truth in every country and city.
Unfortunately, more's the pity
We can educate and prune
From Arctic winter to monsoon;
There is a high born accent
A low born accent
and also a third world accent
And for those who live in a tent.
Tell me, is there any such place?
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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