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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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* Your Fine-boned Hands Are The Focus of My Dreams
Your fine-boned hands are the focus of my dreams.
Thus it is; no melody sounds as sweet as your tap on the door.
Your hands have their skill. When I first saw them
And your fingers touched my palm
It was as though every Oriental balm
Poured into my spirit, that spirit ever a-light;
Healing it, freeing it, whispering that it would be alright now.
Your hands are the focus of my dreams
Not all as calm as I thought it could be.
In my dreams my longing took hold
Touch, skin, palm and magic balm.
Now touch my hand and show me if what I thought was true
That love is, was, and is surely what I thought I saw in you.
Rani Turton
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The Teacher of All I Know
Here alone with all I profess
A faith, a belief in some systems of thought
Professors and priests, mystics and bards
All were often one I confess.
There were some unlettered men
Who knew more than the savants, then
There were bards who could sing and swear
And find their way to your heart there.
There were wild poppies dancing
Wild horses prancing
The teacher of all I know
Came for a few seasons
Then went for his own benighted reasons.
There was lifes blood and show
The poetry and pain and pageantry's stream
Whirled around in a fevered dream
Life was what it did not seem
Thus taught the teacher of all I know.
Rani Turton
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This Emptiness Within
This emptiness within, an utter stillness that could,
Would, should remain transfixed by eternity
Not a sunyatian stillness not the perfect void
A void, no, rather devoid
Not a perfect vacumn not even the space
To fill up a space that
Silences and stillness from analysis
Springs nought; not the naught but the knot
And the stillness and the silence in empty hearts
As far from perfection as existence
As far from existence as perfection
From where perfection springs
From the depth of the naughts
This emptiness within, then as still
As far from perfection's existence
As from perfecting existence
Transcends and permeates the fickle uneasy mind
Leaving mind and thought and emotion far, far behind.
Copyright 2008 Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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* If You Have To Leave
If you have to leave go, go swiftly before I can summon
My voice to call you back; go swiftly before I can raise my hand
To stop you, to try to hold you back, to touch you
To reason with you and try to make you understand.
If you have to leave, ignore this stifling heart and this biting cold
If tears prick my eyes its because I never knew
How to say goodbye; its just because, just because
I was ignorant of love, loss and all their laws.
If you have to leave don't turn back for a last look
I wouldn't be able to bear that, no, not that;
I would remember the warmth of your embrace
That place near your heart, my own treasured place.
Go now and be done: You have to go your way;
Leave me to my thoughts, to think and pray
Leave me to this cold wintry life alone, to wait
Until my life's choices mingle with my personal fate.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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