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Saturday 27 December 2014

Ribboned Possibilities

As I stand on burning embers of the past 
I watch myself, the younger version of me, 
falling.. dreaming through time's murky
tobacco-stained clouds, smudged by tears
A single blackbird's feather lingers, foreboding;
a sign I unwittingly missed or chose to ignore
Treading through the mire of expectations,
misplaced loyalty, idealism and molten fear 

So many sand grains I have futilely squandered; 
and, for what, an imagined fairytale fictitious love
Was I, am I... really that scared to be alone? 
Oh how I wish I could recycle every spent clock face; 
using each as a stepping stone to venture boldly
to where I've not yet been brave enough to be...
beyond the clouds of dreary, muddied conformity 

Now I step into the uncharted azure: to realise both my 
rainbow-hued dreams and my unclaimed identity 
My self-belief's lantern now lit, burning fervently, 
it is time at last... it's time that I finally meet me
A mercury balloon, filled with more than just my reflection,
I'll let myself go... I'll allow myself to float on free; 
a plethora of ribboned possibilities... just for me! 

© Debbie Razey 2014





Thursday 18 December 2014

Slaughter Of The Innocents

Precious innocents; loved ones so brutally slain
Dreams, hopes and future aspirations... all in vain

Blood saturated textbooks and personal belongings strewn
Abandoned backpacks; lone survivors in the aftermath... doom

Desks stand empty; reminders of those who once sat there
Families ripped apart; mothers bereft... does any one care? 

Bullet-holed walls whistle horrors, too horrendous to speak
Doors were no protection, as violently murdered were the meek

Classrooms; now mortuaries, the silence filled with prayer 
A country in shock; racked by sadness, anger, grief and despair

Education, punishable by death, was their sole victimless crime
Young lives extinguised futilely, in what should've been their prime 

When will the bloodshed end; the world's children be left in peace? 
Time for the gunfire to end; for the hatred and discrimination to cease 

© Debbie Razey 2014






She Walks Alone

Hooded;
she walks alone
with melancholy thoughts 
of yesteryear's fate that led
her here
The path
before her now,
filled with trepidation;
beckons with both promise and fear
She must 
walk on!
Destiny is
merely signposts from which, 
she herself, must ponder and choose
the way
Bravely, 
she carries her
heart and forgotten dreams...
hoping the lessons learned will guide
her home.

© Debbie Razey 2014





Friday 12 December 2014

I Love You (senryu)

those three little words 
only one significant
- less is often more

© Debbie Razey 2014

#micropoetry #senryu 


Oblivion

Oh how 
oblivion and her blanket
beckon my weary mind
Caught in chaos
I fall
unhinged! 
In the mayhem of life's trials
I'm overcome with woe;
lost beyond my
reason 

© Debbie Razey 2014







Wednesday 10 December 2014

First Kiss (tanka)

Pinned against the wall
...nervous curiosity
Rapt in the whirlpool
of his liquefying stare...
tasting love's secrets at last

© Debbie Razey 2014


Sunday 7 December 2014

Epiphany


A constant callous, cold cascade of chaotic, calamitous catastrophes drench
Drowning in a damaging, dank deluge of darkling, dazed depression he succumbs 
Saturated! Scared! His schizophrenic, sadistic tendencies self abuse 

Bedraggled! Beaten down by barbaric, baneful, bewildering bitterness 
His tatterdemalion, tortured, tragic soul cries torrents of toxic tears 
He hankers hard; hoping for a halcyon, humble, happy heart to heal him... 

Epiphany! Eager energy envelops; enlightens his earnest heart
Lucid now... a divine lachrymation, shower him in love's luminous, lucent light  

© Debbie Razey 2016






Saturday 6 December 2014

Submerged

Submerged in a life that she had not envisaged 
Treading away life's water... hedonistic her nightlife  
Drowning in materialism of the privileged 

Gone were her rainbow-hued dreams... greed had savaged
Suffocating in drama; self-perpetuating her shallow strife
Submerged in a life that she had not envisaged 

Her reflection unrecognisable... vanity's claws, ravaged
Love lost, to passion's fancy; only in name, still his wife
Drowning in materialism of the privileged 

Selfishly she weighs up her options... tallying the advantages
Taking no responsibility for the choices of her own misguided life
Submerged in a life that she had not envisaged 

Too self-absorbed to see the plight of the real disadvantaged
to see... she is cutting herself with her own bitter-edged knife 
Drowning in materialism of the privileged 

All happiness, trust and respect she's so futilely pillaged 
Ironically missing life's pure, abundant joys... all free and rife
Submerged in a life that she had not envisaged 
Drowning in materialism of the privileged 

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Friday 5 December 2014

Age (tanka)

The lines on my face

are not penned, they are written; 

etched deep in my soul

The map of my past is scribed

Destiny treads its own path 


© Debbie Razey 2014



Ice (tanka)

Playing dot to dot 
with the lucent twinkling stars
Sugar dashed pavements
glisten beneath the full moon 
Icicle window jewels 

© Debbie Razey 2014



Monday 1 December 2014

It's Not Too Late!

As we drown in floods of our own making
When the ice caps melt and sea levels rise
Will we then understand or be surprised?

As we smother in air not fit to breathe
When the atmosphere becomes too unclean 
Will we then wish that we'd have taken heed? 

*Now* let's change our ways before it's too late 
Make alternative energy; less waste
Otherwise, I fear this may be our fate...

© Debbie Razey 2014
 

Sunday 30 November 2014

At One

Golden

light shards cascade 
on my autumnal
forest view. My eyes revel 
within
both the
light and shade of 
nature's magnificence.
Serendipity enlightens
my mind...

Without
darkness would we
truly appreciate
the light in all its magnitude...
splendour?
Fire burns
in my belly
ignites... I'll stand tall 
over uncertainty's shadows 
once more! 

Crowned
in hues
of the Phoenix; 
telestic trees whisper
their wisdom... “forgive and be of 
echt love"
My heart 
illumines the 
silhouette I've become. 
Serene solace envelops...I'm
at one!

© Debbie Razey 2014 - Violet Moon Poetry 




Friday 28 November 2014

Disrobed (haiku)

disrobed by autumn's
wanton, whirling... whispered words
- winter's actions clothe

© Debbie Razey 2014





Wednesday 26 November 2014

Grandma


You were a lady of such compassion, soul and grace

That did frequent the earth but now is departed for a better place

We were truly privileged and honoured to have known

All the love and dedication that you have, to us, so frequently shown

A lover of nature, music, family and indeed of life

So caring and giving in her roles of daughter, friend, sister, grandma, mother and wife

Your legacy to us is in all the memories that with you, we shared

I hope you know just how much we appreciated you and cared

Oh grandma thank you for all the love and wisdom that you so gently instilled

Our wish for you now is that your soul in heaven be at peace and fulfilled

There are people in this life that bring with them their own illumination in the grey

For your life and its impact we thank the Lord and pray!


© Debbie Razey 2013




A Battle lost

A Battle Lost

Swept straight off her feet
Happy ever after?
"Invincible" love
proved no match for past demons;
his cross... just to hard to bear!

© Debbie Razey 2014

Tragically more British soldiers and veterans took their own lives in 2012 than were killed in battle! :(

#combatPTSD




Monday 24 November 2014

The Boxes Of Me

No tin file box am I; organised chaos doth better me define
I was once a boxed ballerina but now I spin to my own tune
A treasure chest of dreams was I, but then shipwrecked in fate's blue lagoon

No chic hat box am I; just plain and simple with a smudge of refine
I was once a wine crate full of fizz that later turned to mellow merlot
A matchbox I've been known to be, when passion's fuel struck me so

No safety deposit box am I... I do not worship all that shines
I was once akin to Pandora's box but forgiveness set me free
A trinket box filled with memories am I, as love hath been my key 

© Debbie Razey 2014




Sunday 23 November 2014

Cryptography

Material blockades transcended; surfing waves of ancient subconscious frequency
Cosmic explosions rupture the mirrored illusion
That seen... becomes what will become 
Serpentine Light Slide
Enigma
Pixels 
Source
Love 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Art by Susan Seddon Boulet






Monday 17 November 2014

Ebola

Living with this as an imminent, daily threat 
Mothers unable to comfort their sick young
No ray of hope; often countries riddled in debt
Ominous... brave doctors their pleas were unsung
Plague of our generation; so few ill will survive 
Quintessential attitude was "it's not our problem"
Reluctant to help, was The West, to save precious lives 
Saturated in grief; it's left whole countries numb 
Traumatised orphans now have no one to care
Ugly truth it could happen to us... Ebola plays fair! 

© Debbie Razey 2014


Friday 14 November 2014

Love

Love opened up my eyes to the person I wish to be 
Love made me see clearly that my mind is truly free
Love makes the impossible, possible when it is by my side
Love made my challenges sufferable; able to take them in my stride 
Love lifted; cleared the fog of doom that was floating around my head
Love untethered my heart from chains of heavy, loathsome lead
Love added a cherry tint lens to my eyes that before were hued darkly blue 
I was most certainly blind before, not after, I learned to love anew! 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Thursday 13 November 2014

Irregular

I have a triad
of impairments; a square peg
in the "norm's" round hole
Autistic, special... unique 
I'm more than just my label! 

So please be kind as
I find it hard to fit in
I'm irregular...
not symmetrical to you,
but our hearts *are* shaped the same

© Debbie Razey 2014






Tuesday 11 November 2014

Learning

I watch my babies 
grow and learn with confidence 
- sunlight of my day 

Original photograph and poem © Debbie Razey 2014

#senryu #micropoetry


Sunday 9 November 2014

Need

Somewhere 
between the edge
of seductive sleep and 
my arousal upon waking,
I search 
for you...
For your
body; heeding
your telepathic call
Tormented by my needfulness, 
I wait...

Inside,
intensity
uncontrollably grows.
I imagine your lips upon me;
your strong
skilful 
masculine hands
clutching hard at my breasts.
Wanton lust pulsates, yearns, consumes 
...my soul

Dreaming
you're inside me
touching parts of me I 
keep hidden safe away... I am
overcome! 
My skin
bristles as I 
moisten into a pool 
of sultry reminiscent bliss
Writhing 
beneath  
silken sheets in
delirious fever, 
pleasure and ecstasy flow. I need..
*you* here! 

© Debbie Razey 2014







Saturday 8 November 2014

Sit with me

Sit with me a while...
Enveloped in Autumn's grace
Let her hues ignite
Your fires of passion within
...let the Phoenix rise again 

 © Debbie Razey 2014 - Violet Moon Poetry

 #micropoetry






Friday 7 November 2014

If I Were A Tree

If I were a tree, I'd wish to be 
An eclectic amalgamation of several species 

I'd have leaves of sanguine, in the Fall
Like the ancient Sequoia I'd stand majestic and tall

I'd weep my Cherry Blossom in the Spring
Be adorned at Christmas; around me children would sing 

I'd bear fruit aplenty for both mammals and birds
Be as legendary as the Willow; a muse for penned words 

From my boughs; life would hang, grow and perch
I'd be medicinal and hardy to pollution, as is the Silver Birch

I'd cast off the Spinning Jenny and watch her dance
Be as elegant as the Wisteria; the tree symbolic of romance

I'd provide beauty, air, shelter, shade and wood 
Protect and home as many of earth's dwellers as I could

 © Debbie Razey 2014



Monday 3 November 2014

Mum.... (Written for my children)

There's a tapping at my window

There's a creaking of my door

There's a footstep on the stair

...and Mum I've heard this all before


There's a shadow at my curtains

There's a twitching of my blinds

There's a dulling of my nightlight

...and Mum I'm scared of what I'll find


I know it can't be Santa because it isn't Christmas Eve

I know it can't be the Tooth Fairy because I still have all my teeth

I know it can't be the Dream Keeper because I am still awake

I know it can't be monsters because *I'm six* ...for goodness sake


I feel I'm getting sleepy

I feel my pillow's soft

I feel my eyelids shutting

...and Mum I know it's not Jack Frost


                                            Now Sweetheart settle into slumber

                                            Now Sweetheart sleep away the night

                                            Now Sweetheart cross over into dreamland 

                                             ...so Mr Sandman can regain his flight 


 © Debbie Razey 2014










Saturday 1 November 2014

Steam Punk Girl

She's hybrid; runs off air and steam
With heart so big; demeanour mean 
She takes no shit and stands her ground
Sensual... yet fighting machine 

For breakfast vodka often downed
Her antics often will astound
As she is no walking cliche 
She's smart her ethics are profound

She cares not what gossips will say
Earth's enemies; no qualms she slays 
Her veins infused with blood and oil
Strong ally; she will not betray 

Life's injustice makes her blood boil
Her heart is half ingnition coil
Cares deeply for vulnerable 
In evil deeds she's not embroiled 

So never judge the colourful
However weird; unusual
For she's a friend that we all need
She's in truth rather wonderful! 

 © Debbie Razey 2014





Our Own Private Work Of Art


Intoxicated by your scent
I breathe you deeply in
My head upon your rise and fall
I hear your heartbeat sing
Echoing the love I feel
Your beat and mine collide
Bursting into butterflies
Our love adorns the skies 

Reflecting light within the stars
Your eyes gaze down on me
With smile awash upon your face
You set soaring my soul free
I drink your every detail in 
The chiseled lines which define 
Your skin beneath my fingertips 
Oh how I need you... deep inside 

Not only in the physical sense 
But to frequent my lonely heart
Residing there for the rest of time
Our own private work of art
So when you take me in your arms
And I get lost in you 
I know there is no need to fear
For you're inside me too

 © Debbie Razey 2014