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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Blurred
Nothing is impossible: everything is possible.
Affirmation and confirmation, conforming to
The positive attitude as signified in books.
But then why is this world blurred, why do drops sting my cheeks?
I saw…I saw a bird plummeting down from the sky
I saw a child with scars, an old man cry
I was every woman who could not because she had nowhere to go;
I was the child, woman and man
That is when this blurred world began.
If Siddharth, the son of a king asked why
Why should I, I, find the reply?
The train that missed the track;
The limbless man, the teenager in limbo
The rage and the desperation in tenement homes
Though home still; the slums and drugs
And the black alleys at night
The jobless, the mobs, those who were deaf to pleas
No more, no more pain please.
Now in my mind I thought I could see
Evidence of misery and insanity
But this blurred world, part of my own personal pain
Is also full of guilt and vanity.
Thus I spin out my emotions in reams of verse
Alone in my own little corner of the universe.
This world seems blurred;
But then, thus so is the world.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Boats From Troubled Lands
How long on the lapping waters
Crowded, hungry and cold
Each heave of the boat and we thought
This flimsy bucket couldn't hold.
Night after night, we huddled and prayed
Mother don't weep if you don't hear from me
Now, only now will I come to know if
I shall ever be free.
On my this boat from yonder troubled land
I packed my mind, body, dreams
To try and reach that far beach.
Like specks of sand that wait for tides
Like stars that crowd the sky
And leaves that tumble from the trees
We try, we fight, we survive
And we have often asked ourselves why
Destiny has passed us by.
Now comes the lightening of the dawn
Another day for destiny's pawn.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Captivity
Dried roses, crumbling into dust
All beliefs, convictions and trust
All I have to show for years of believing
Is tracks and traces of dust
Sifted by the wind and rain
Grains of sand fly here and there
Why is it here and now, a single cell
Transfixed, is unable to go anywhere
Much vaunted intellectual autonomy
The roots of epistemology
Senses spin in scented darkness, and
Wait, transfixed like those grains of sand.
Captive to thoughts and inspiration
Distanced by wild pointless aspiration
Waiting for the breeze to come and scatter
My life's blood, my life's matter.
Copyright: Rani Turton 2008
Rani Turton
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Dragonfly, dragonfly
Dragonfly, dragonfly,
Please don't pass me by
Wait with me a little while
Whilst I look, wonder and smile
You, my poetic inspiration
Maybe even for Da Vinci's invention
Did you teach the planes to fly?
You lovely, lovely dragonfly.
I can see you poised and still
On the leaf, and thus until
Blazes the kind summer sun
Until coldest winter has begun.
Branch, pond, flower and breeze,
Wait a while with me now please;
We shared the silence, but now
You've flown onto another bough.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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