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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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Smoke, Mist and Nebulous Things
Tell me then your perceptions of the past
Tell me why hard facts are hard today
Facts tomorrow, then gone away
Do facts, then, rarely last?
Watching the march of time, the artefacts
The ruins they continue to dig up day by day
What remains of those wonderful beings
Who peopled our fables and myths
Smoke, mist and other nebulous things
Spirited them away
Tiptoe in historys corridors
Crowns, coins and chariots
People, peasants, and simple folk
Just spirited clean away
Where do they lie now?
Unknowns jostling in historys corridors.
Queens, courtesans, mothers of kings
Toys and things, necklaces and dreams
Smoke, mist and other nebulous things
Spirited them away
Tiptoe in historys corridors
The modified history of the world
Domination, nomination, abomination
Smoke and mist and nebulous things
Have spirited everyone away.
Rani Turton
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The Depth of Longing
On this steep slope that leads to a far-off frontier
There is nothing, not even a guide.
Intention, detention and retention
Freedom lies in blue skies
Where lies my destiny?
A thread unravlled here and there
And a restless, weary spirit travelling
Never resting, never unravelling
The skeins of that silken yarn
To match the depths of the longing
The longing of the single solitary star
Skimming is cosmic spaces, brilliant and bold
The long-lost memory of belonging
For a single instant to somebody somewhere sometime
In an epoch that vaunts the lack of belonging
To the depths of this longing.
Copyright 2008 Rani Turton
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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Unfurl Your Wings
Unfurl your wings and fly
You can if only you would try
Let your mind free
Wander in total liberty
Shine like a multi-faceted gem
You can do it; show them.
Oft when we wonder and pause
It is just to complicate our cause
Let your mind free
Let it grow like a wild tree
Because thoughts, unlike branches
Should never be trimmed.
They should not be fettered
Never buried in trenches
Nor ever be dimmed
But like a fine vellum, lettered,
In gold, glow for ages ahead
When everyone else is dust and dead.
Rani Turton
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