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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Purple Passion
Rain, being purple is quite a shame
But being rain, can come back again
Now then Haze, being a kind of mist
Can often be Jimi-kissed
Dye, Tyrian, and its natural tinge
Has origins which make us twinge
Purple, glorious, royal is pure passion
Its a pity it went suddenly out of fashion
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Rain When You Drenched Me
Rain, when you drenched me with your cold wet drops
I felt so alone and forlorn
On slick pavements it fell
Alone, along, for long.
Rain, I tried with words to understand your song
The dripping, the dropping
The downpour, the fury and the flurry
Alone, along, for long.
Rain, I felt humble when you fell and wet the city
As you were absorbed by the soil
Rivers waited for you, bearheaded I walked
Alone, along, for long.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Remembering
Remonstrating against all memories and desires
Is the modern way; arrogant freedom beckons unless the body,
Unappeased by what should be done wants to follow another way
The body has its own burning hunger and it is not what all imagine
The body has its own destiny and desire and sway.
When pain and fever rack the physical sphere
When the brain follows its logic and the body its desire
And the spirit yearns for a fulfilling sun
Tell the body what should be done?
Reason and rationality are the lodestones of existence
And reason dictates our every sphere
But when reason flees, and leaves only illogicality behind
What 's to be done? Follow another sun?
The body has its identity and that is a personality
That walks and speaks with reasoning ease
Alas when that identity walks away and the personality flees
Is that the beginning of mortal disease?
Copyright 2008 Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Revelations, Sobering
I was only one more pebble on the shore.
I was only one more star in the sky.
When the eternal wind, cosmic or terrestrial
Stellar or sober, blew, blew like the last call
I was the cosmic dust and the desert gloom
The drops of rain that splatter on city sidewalks
The waves that slowly claim the beaches
The lunar tides, the birds last songs
The time to come, the moments gone by.
Glimpse this instant of life
My window is the world
The bread I eat, the hand I hold,
The love in my eyes will tell the ocean's gaze
Life has to be lived with intensity
I am one with the world's density.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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