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Best Poems From
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When Perfection Weeps
The rain fell softly on arid plains, while rocks and mountains slumbered.
Petals opened and and fell, and became one with the dust
Clouds, storms, the primary elements and sunlight
Lightning to make the primeval soup just right.
Perfection weeps alone. When man came along
He was not alone. fruitful, he multiplied.
Abiogenesis is far from Genesis hmm
From Genesis to Revelation then Gabriel left
When perfection weeps, deserts can bloom
Some ancient artefacts in the desert were destroyed
By the unknowing; sometimes perfection hurts
That is the greatest mystery of modern man
As to why destruction preceds construction; as to why
Killing preceeds healing; as to why greed precedes need.
As to when wisdom and wise people will lead the world
As to when the rich and the poor will look up at the same sky
The world was the perfection that wept;
The world was then what came about while Brahma slept;
What is the secret that legends have so crafitly kept?
Perfection weeps, perfection is weeping, perfection wept.
Copyright: Rani Turton
The chronology is far from perfect in this poem...
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When, In Deep Despair
When in deep despair, melancholy takes my hand
Carresses my cheek gently and for the life of me
The words don't come and I cannot speak
The words like still pools reflect dark moonless nights
Emotions that have plundered and run away
To mountain hideouts
Sensitivity and argument
Music and metronomy
Strings and wood
Voices and fingers
Leave me thus shaken by their power
Of enchantment; all that I saw and read
Felt and dreamt here and there and everywhere
When in deep despair I think of my mother's love
And my old father who always asks for me
In spite of my age; the trust and devotion
I gave to some, often unreturned
But that doesn't matter. Cycles of life and love
Go away and come back again
When in deep despair I wonder and reflect
Melancholy is a friend, not a fiend but for whom
There is none, noone to touch my hand today.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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Whenever The Snow Falls
Whenever the snow falls on cold winter nights
The moon, glazed over, lost in a veil
The whitening world has muffled sound
Frozen pavements do not speak.
Flakes that fall; softly, without sound.
Light reflects off the glowing white; lamps haloed
Cast a glow of speckled light as the snow
Falls and falls and falls.
Cold winter nights, as roofs and gates
And trees remain and wait as they are covered
White on white, soft falling snow, soft swishing sounds
As the snow falls softly this winter's night.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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Whenever, My Soul Like A Shrunken Dream
Whenever, my soul like a shrunken dream
Wonders and waits with wasted breath
Destiny beckons on but the road is long
And at the end lies only, only death
Now and then a diamond in the dust
Sparkles with quiet passion
Blossoms colour my dreams
Life is far from all it seems
Paltry rhymes, simple songs, hasty verses
Coming from God knows where
And going on to rocky streams and a pebbled shore
Surely living meant far, far more.
Far away, waves crash in the misty cold
A flagging swimmer, a hallucinating teenager
A tired woman wait for their lives to unfold.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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