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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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* Professor Higgins, I'm Not That Flower Girl
Professor Higgins, I'm not that flower girl
A flower girl that is foreign to boot
The cockneys are delightful and in Londontown
A learning experience on their own;
And Eliza Dolittle was such a sweetheart that
You may be talking clean through your hat;
Fiddlediddydo and fuddyduddydo
Forgive me Professor Higgins
I dunno where to begins.
I'm not that flower girl, dear sir
My accent holds all that I hold dear
I would flabbergasted if you
In all humility chose to speak like me
Lo! what misery!
Professor Higgins, loosen your stays
Your accent has flown clearaways
If you were really a scholar in this area
Ah! you would become better and better!
Copyright: Rani Turton
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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(You'll Be My) Knight in Shining Armour
You'll be my knight in shining armour
Shining so bright I can hardly see
The sunlight because of thee
When springs wakens nature with a sigh
When fluffy clouds go sailing by
Summer comes on, with it's moonlight nights
You, my knight, will beckon to me with sweet delights.
Autumn and winter won't be so chill
Winter evenings with you I'll kill
I'll sit beside you, you'll be my guide
And thus through our lives we shall happily abide!
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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* Sew My Heart Wth A Golden Needle
The sun sets as the globe turns; I am alone, and you
Maybe not; Who knows why some destinies turn out this way?
I flirted with metaphysics; I asked for answers but
The questions turned themselves away.
Bleed, heart, bleed. It might help to dull the loss.
It might soften the anguish and the pain;
The human condition is fragile, strong and strange by turns
Though with every sunrise the light returns.
Bleed heart bleed; the power of this pain
Will then lessen, and with a golden needle I can then,
Stitch the broken fragments, wash them in the rain
And finally enable this broken heart to become whole again.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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