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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Speak to Me Then
Speak to me, then, softly and low
Speak to me about all the places that you've known
Tell me about your life and why
Your eyes, your hands, your face
Reminds me of things long gone by
Speak to me then, about your feelings and fears
I'll listen, I promise, I never will stop
Your flow of words, the timbre of your voice
Gives me shivers and leaves me no choice
Speak to me then about passion and pain
And I will listen until it is dawn again
Your voice is so low, so beautiful, so grave
It sets alight the stars in the night;
Your voice is what when the years spin by
The missing substance that I will crave;
Your voice will bring the tears to my eyes
Years later at every sunrise.
Rani Turton
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Storm in My Brain
Storm in my brain, no, not again
Suddenly the moment snapped
My life lay broken in my hands.
I yearned for the days
When the future was clear
I longed for the people
Who would listen and hear
All that I need now
Is to know when to stick
Pieces of life together again
Storm in my brain
That sad melody again.
Rani Turton
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Strange Days, Strange Lines
It came upon me in a strange city
Words, alien but touching, almost unknown
As though they from other planets have flown
Touched my shoulder
Perched on a boulder
And made me their own.
Strange days have I known
Oh, the twisted paths of destiny
Give way onto longing; I waited for that light.
It was long, it was cold, dark this terrible night.
Who will believe that life has an end
When in the midst of trouble and strife?
Strange days when the hand tries to write:
Strange days when the mind fights to keep awake
There are acquaintances, maybe a friend
To keep you clinging onto life;
Now for all this strangeness I write strange lines
On dark days, and wait for life's stranger signs
It came upon me in a strange city
Words, alien but touching, almost unknown
As though they from other planets have flown
Touched my shoulder
Perched on a boulder
And made me their own.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Strange Kind Of Feeling In My Heart
Strange kind of feeling in my heart;
As though I wander in from the street outside
And find the door locked.
As though a storm, dusty and fierce
Prepares itself afar.
Strange kind of feeling in my heart.
Anticipating the worst: almost afraid
To enter a nebulous world:
An almost ache, settling itself
Deep, deep inside.
Strange kind of feeling in my heart.
Wanting the eastern dusk; asking for
Nothing at all: desire and dreams are
Long behind me. Now, I will make acquaintance
With that strange kind of ache in my heart.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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