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Thursday, 5 December 2019

Chocolate


Dip
Sip...
from tip

Choc..o..late

Lick 
...my lips

Tongue flips 

Tease...  
...swirl
delicate

Take my time
taste divine...
adulate

Dip  Sip  Twirl 
I enslave
with...

Choc..o..late


 ©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.


Time’s Post-It-Notes. .

Life’s post-it-notes; frozen in time
People and moments; which have gone
Some sweet, some sour and some sublime
Others vividly caught in songs.

Love’s post-it-notes; frozen in time
Lovers... friends; forever on heart
Precious still and for some, I pine
Others... it's best that we’re apart.

Hate’s post-it-notes; thawed over time
No longer on my soul; doth hang
I've ripped them up and cleansed my mind
So not left bitter with their tang .

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Enlightenment


Care not I for who is deemed either wrong or right
Therefore competion is at dire odds with me 
Without bad versus good, would we ever need fight?
Surely without either, we would all be then free
Righteousness often labelled as what is pure light 
Whilst darkness is attached to demonic prowess
Can either be without the other’s existence? 
Is darkness, not light, in state of pure undress? 
Aren’t they entwined, as in us; have coexistence?
Isn’t fighting our own darkness, the hardest test? 
Does one quell the other; have total resistance?  

No, of course not; from darkness to light we evolve 
From what once was darkness, erupted the big bang 
From dark earth to sunlight is a seedlings resolve
In Chinese philosophy they’ve the Yin and Yang   
From within the womb, aren’t we all born into light?  
Upon chess board, wouldn’t all the pawns be then the same?
Let’s then cleanse our perceptions and birth a new sight 
Meet each other with empathy; replace the blame 
Let’s concede that it is a spectrum made of slights
Let’s not condemn our sisters and brothers; then wrong 
Acknowledge, in each other, both darkness and light
Born from one to the other; in enlightenment belong  

So with blame removed; darkness and light accepted 
Wouldn’t the human race then have love perfected? 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 


When I Was Five.



When I was five I’d pretend to be
A salty pirate upon the sea
Using Mum’s food ladle for my hook
And on treasure hunts, I’d test my luck.

Our washing basket, a ship to me
When I was five I’d pretend to be
A mermaid with silk pillowcase tail
Vibrantly Ariel’s song I’d wail.

Sticky stars and glitter hearts on face
Custard pie tin bra... still love the taste
When I was five I’d pretend to be
An astronaut in strange galaxies.

Blast off to space in my cardboard box
Colander helmet completed look
In Dads giant space boots... I’d roam free
When I was five I’d pretend to be.

@ Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.


The Seasons Of Our Love



In the spring of our love, you carefully cocooned my lonesome-leaded heart 
Kindly cascaded blossoms of beautiful balmed words, my mind so longed to hear 
Your sweet, seductive warm winds lifted, gently, the corners of my paper-thin scored skin 
Precious promises of twinned flames' eternal, all enveloping embrace, lingered lucently there
Soothing shared showers of adoring affection rejuvenated, tenderly, my ashen-saddened spirit
I felt, once again, alive in a delicious deluge of demonstrative desire
My tight brittle buds began to taste, blindfolded with trepidation, the tremulous trust of truth; 
unfurling subconsciously within our ethereal essence of lucid liquid light... there our love it grew

In the summer of our love we basked blissfully in the heat, hedonistically, entwined in heavenly dreams
We ate, endlessly, Eve's fruit of Eden... heedlessly, without paying attention, to its punishable price 
Swam nonchalantly naked in the full moon's reflection; silken-stars sequining, subtly, our sin 
Meandered merrily through meadows of consciousness... barefoot, beguiled and free
Danced deliriously to the birds' dawn chorus before they spirited us swiftly to sleep
There in the bosom of benevolence, in the solace of soliloquy, my soul's serenade you did sing 
Our love-smelted smouldering, betwixt and bonded, beneath the sun's fierce fire... forged were we
Needing naively, playing profusely in our diaphanous dalliance of a jewelled daydream

In the autumn of our love, hallowed hues deepened, mellowed, weakened in their primeval  prowess 
Honey-tasting merry memories, so much sweeter as the days' bowing branches undressed
The listless leaves of lies littered the ground, weeping woefully underfoot... began to wilt
Their strong siblings twisted, triumphantly tilted, clinging chaotically to ideals which they faithfully held 
Rare reluctant rays of sunshine, heralding halcyon days of frivolity, which we had not contemplated would end
Our embers of empathy still burned blatantly, in the tawny tones of Fall's painter's palette 
So we huddled harder, voiced vivaciously love louder, refused to weakly wander... left no room for ruthless regret
Stoically, we stocked up love's larder, gave thanks to the Father and now, gratefully, with the twilight of our love... we are mercifully met.

In the winter of love, will we fear our fragility or be humbled with humility?
Will we cherish wisely or be anaesthetised by apathy, dancing soberly into death's darkling demise?
I hope we heed and hold on together tighter, become fearless fighters, defending our lifelong treasured love to the end
I pray we weather the storms gracefully, give of ourselves unconditionally... become the most sacred of infinite friends 
My wish is that we transcend life's tragedies, explore all of her mysteries and rejoice in our lessons learned 
That our love will flourish and will indeed nourish all the silent, secluded parts of our innermost souls
As with our roots firmly planted, we'll not be supplanted and we'll bloom once more, cometh a reincarnate new morn 
So, although seasoned, we'll have jubilant reasons to be joyous as, on our love... life did not taketh its toll
  
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 


Firework Flashbacks.


This time of year I so despise
It drains the colour from his eyes
A time which should be full of fun
He's tortured... by the sound of guns

He hits the deck he dislocates
Flashes back to a place of hate
Taking cover beneath a chair
World thrown into chaos... despair .

To him he's back in lands afar
With roadside bombs and burnt out cars
Strewn body parts... the stench of death
Rocks back and forth... struggles for breath.

His kids look on in horror... fear
It gets no easier with the years
Their hero dad reduced to this
To comfort him our only wish.

But we can't make it go away
For loud fireworks are here to stay
And they'll sound out to the New Year
With little thought for our... spent tears.

@ Debbie Razey 2016 - Violet Moon Poetry


Autumn Thoughts


It’s Autumn again, my favourite time of year, full of fun and fright
When the leaves, they turn to burnt-coloured hues, take flight; as though enraptured
Great bonfires ablaze; we now celebrate what was once Guy Fawkes’s plight 
All Hallows Eve, where the dead grow near, as veil of death it fractures 
Where Trick-or-treaters take to the streets and bright fireworks adorn the night 
When the trees disrobe, sky grows cold and Persephone, Hades captures 

Autumn is when myth and magic reign; imaginations are captured
Pumpkin lanterns carved, front porches adorned; scary costumes donned, make fright 
Where fiendish beasts, vampires, gouls and ghosts frequent the shadows of the night 
Children search the sky for witches in flight and fear they’ll be enraptured
Their homes by ghosts will be invaded, throughout the ages; time fractures 
Easy to forget history’s regret, tragic Lancashire witches’ plight  

In 1605, through religious divide, Parliament was in plight
Lucky was the King,James the second; as Guy Fawkes was thwart and captured
Failed plan to overthrow king: the Gun Powder Plot was flawed and fractured
Fireworks are a delight but on Guy Fawkes Night we commemorate fright 
Ironically, we now celebrate this festival enraptured  
In our day and age, at any age, we look forward to Bonfire Night  

Autumn’s Samhain of ancient Celts, acknowledged harvest and darker nights
Sacrificed animals for survival to get through winter; their plight  
Mythologies of ethereal, the ancients were enraptured
From ceremonial need-fires, a torch each family would capture 
Supernatural beings or dead souls killing livestock, was their fright 
Portals and fairy mounds to Otherworlds were opened; thresholds fractured 

I love Autumn days, stark bright skies and open fires; watching flames fracture
Hot chocolate and socks and wellie-bobs we drink in the air’s cool night   
Evening walks in leaf carpeted parks, dripped in moonlight... I feel no fright 
With legend and lore, entertain, keep warm;  to pass long evenings, our plight   
Eating hot dogs, bonfire toffee and Parkin, my childhood it captures
All huddled round fire as the children listen with wide eyes, enraptured 

Fall’s beauty; wondrous work of art, even as child, I was enraptured
Bushes and trees on fire, through leafless branches; how the light it fractures 
Nature’s deft pallet makes for magnificent photographic captures 
At this time of year, sky’s azure is more clear and darker is the night 
Plants and trees lowly fall to their knees in respect of Persephone’s plight  
Temperature chills; wind wails with more fear as Demeter howls in fright  

As plants die and in draws the dark nights, I think of homeless and their plight
For while we’re warm and enraptured in our perfect photograph captures
They’re out there... their sanity fracturing; 
cold and alone, filled with fright   

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry