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Best Poems From
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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This Moment Captive
I can call you my beloved
Softly under my breath:
Only my own ears will hear;
I can look on you as my very own
Until the hour of my death.
You are here and now, this moment captive
In the cupped warmth of my hands
You can speak to me if you must
I won't run for I'll be a prisoner of your words
Tied to you by soft silken bands.
I will always cherish you; and moreso
I will always remember how sometimes you,
Forgetting yourself, and the entire watching world
Let everybody see, so recklessly,
That your love for me was true.
Rani Turton
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This Point in Time
Then come to me with the breeze ruffling your hair
The setting sun in your eyes
The same blue as the sea and the skies
Then the whisper of your presence will tell me
You are not far
Strange thoughts will come to mind
That the sea is smooth tonight
That the harbour is full of light
That the cafés overlook the piers
That the rain will fall softly on already wet cheeks
And gentle waves slurp into the creeks
That waiting here is a fallacy
That I should be somewhere else at this point in time
That I should be somewhere else at this point in time.
Rani Turton
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This Week, Empty Benches Beckon
This week, empty benches beckon
Speak to me of betrayal
Some trust that turned astray
Some feelings that walked away.
And thus comes the day
Of facing problems and solutions:
Of waiting it out and wanting
It all; of wanting it all.
I am the remnant of my dreams and aspirations.
I asked, received and fought.
There are weeks when empty benches beckon,
Beckon to trust gone astray.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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