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Wednesday 30 April 2014

Always better to care!

A blessing to have loved and lost, thus to have felt with an open, whole heart - always better to care
A gift to maintain belief in the power of love, to soar on wings of hope; faith - always better to care

Solace we've all sought and can be found in the most bizarre, non-conformist of people and places 
Peace permeates deepest into the soul when shared with another; empathy - always better to care

Humbled by the gratitude and faith of others who are often the ones who have suffered the most 
Content in knowing you have consoled another's despair, the reward is yours - always better to care

Pain and trauma, of which we may never experience or understand, but is reality to those who relive 
Wounds and scars can be controlled and healed by kindness of words or deeds - always better to care

Often shunned, ignored and judged or condemned by society as unfit, undeserving or unclean
Inner demons, hatred and self loathing can be controlled through compassion - always better to care

Unquantifiable, inexplainable remorse, guilt, despair and loss; bereft of all hope, of ever feeling whole 
Sadness and grief can be cajoled by a touch or an outstretched giving hand - always better to care

Even when surrounded by people, physically, one can feel isolated, lost, invisible and without worth 
A dark hole of loneliness can be penetrated and illuminated by a simple smile - always better to care

When rescued, helped or shown love from another, we may be humbled and rendered empowered
Gratitude for whole love, given to us, will cascade and radiate out to others - always better to care 

Imprisoned, shackled by past hurts or injustices that we have incurred, may leave us bitter and raw
Forgiving others and indeed ourselves; a role of selfless, unconditional love - always better to care

When in times of plenty, calm; it is easy to become complacent and to forget how fragile we are
Hunger satisfied; thirst can be quenched; charity given with love, the soul - always better to care

Depression, abuse, bulling often leave scars unseen and real obstacles in the way of true recovery
Fear; vulnerability can be controlled even eradicated through love's protection - always better to care

Medicine is often not enough as pain can devour a person's life, relationship, job and self worth 
Support strengthens, gives stamina to go on when in a deep hole of pain - always better to care

Free in monetary value, but something of which we become very defensive and unwilling to share;
the role of giving precious time, facing the unknown, not alone; insurmountable - always better to care

Simple in theory; obvious to many, but all too often missed or undervalued, by not doing thoroughly 
Listening to and sharing another's problem is halving it's whole impotence - always better to care

Kinder, loving towards our fellow men and to see not their label, race, gender, status or social class
Acceptance by others; seeing beyond stigmas that I have known; is the goal - always better to care

Debbie Razey 2014



Tuesday 29 April 2014

Wretched Heart

Wretched Heart

Cold mist envelops her from above - condemning her to trudge silently through the languid, filthy water upon the desolate marsh
The wind whispers to her; tormenting her demented, manic mind with regrets she cannot, dare not face
Raw from sordid lust, she wails - her lover's blood still glistening, warm and fresh, upon her shaking hands and splattered face 
Her torn, soiled, dank dress drags along the barren ground; weighing heavy - mirroring her lead drenched heart

Her heart; he had ripped out and a thousand dreams he had squandered - for on adultery's bed, unbeknown to her, they had lain
The smell of sweet summer sweat no longer lingered upon her satin skin or long, wayward raven hair
Their nights filled with stars, passion and promises of love had been shattered irreparably by all the wretched, loathsome lies

© Debbie Razey 2014



Sunday 27 April 2014

A conversation with Violet

"Mummy?"
"Yes Violet"
"How do we make trees?"
"We plant them from seeds"
"What are seeds?"
"You know, pips in apples;
Then over time they grow into beautiful trees, with help from the sun and rain"

"Mummy?"
"Yes"
"Can I have a Huggle?"
"Of course you can baby; come here......jump up on my knee"
"Am I your baby, Mummy?"
"Yes, you are darling and always will be"

"Mummy?"
"Yes?"
"Your hair and my hair ....snap!"
"Haha, yes they do look alike don't they Violet"
"Your hair is on my hair.... it tricked me"
"Did you think it was yours, Honey!"
"Yes Mummy, your hair was tricking me"
"No Violet, it's just because I'm cuddling you and my hair is overlapping with yours"

"Mummy?"
'Yes Baby"
"I look like you, don't I?"
"You do Munchkin; that's because Mummy made you......I grew you like a tree"
"Did you Mummy?"
"Yes Baby Girl, you grew in my tummy so you look like me and our hair looks the same"

"Mummy?"
"Yes Violet"
"I'm hungry....my tummy is going rumble rumble rumble.... I want an apple pleeeeease?"
"Ok, but only an apple; it's nearly time for dinner"
"Ok Mummy.....love you!"


"(Sob, wail, sob, wail) MUMMY!!!!!!"
"What's wrong Darling; are you hurt?"
"No.... (Sob, wail) I've eaten a pip!"
"Oh, it's ok honey.........don't worry, it won't hurt you"
 "(Sob,wail, sob,wail)...but.... but ....I don't want a tree to grow in my tummy Mummy!"

Debbie Razey 2014

 

Saturday 26 April 2014

The Un.....tameable Shrew!!

Taming of the Shrew....well I promise you, to me, that is never going to happen
Although I wouldn't quite describe myself as a shrew,
I am more of an independent, strong-willed woman who's occasionally  combatant

To be tamed...not likely . Am I merely considered to be no more than a stupefied domestic animal?
What right has any man to be my master; what makes him superior?
My integrity, opinions, freedom of speech are, to me, held dear; valuable

Oh my...... look at him; his swagger! Oh wait.... he's coming over.......he's so fit!
"Hi....yes nice to meet you" . Oh he's so funny.....his voice is like velvet
Would I like a drink ? "Yes, whiskey please" (swoon). How would I like it ....umm....just as YOU like it!

Debbie Razey 2014




Thursday 24 April 2014

Cruel Time

Emptiness encroaches every minute
My soul enveloped by the lonely hours
Waiting, yearning and praying for the day
death reunites us...hopefully, within the week
Time is punishing me with languid months
Like yesterday...but it's been now a year

Love left too soon; pain lingered long...all year 
I walk in shadows, tortured every minute,
plagued by unrequited love's wretched months
My heart breaks when the clock strikes; chimes the hours
Days rapidly become week upon week
I'm In purgatory... trapped in that one day

Immediately, I knew the first day
Our future I had planned, mapped out the year
Love's rich bounty was ours; we basked that week
I can recall every precious minute,
how we made love for what seemed to be hours
Inseparable, happy... contented months

I fell beyond the realms of sense in months
My heart, it was seized that very first day
Your quick wit; fine physique, filled my many hours
I fear my obliterated heart won't last the year;
dying.more each day...each hour... each minute
Memories taunt me... through my bleak void week 

If only I could rewind that last week;
go back and frequent love's majestic months;
preserve, cherish every wondrous minute;
hold you close in the night... your hand by day 
Create a slide show, a scrap book of our year
Write a novel about those love-drenched hours

I want to stop dead the clock's spiteful hours;
eradicate any new hour... day... week
I wish to travel back to our precious shared year
Erase grief's stark stain; its long, lurid, sour, mournful months
Prevent what happened that odious day
Freeze frame; save you from fate's chosen minute

It took hours to die slowly... to bury two months
A week of despair... in a state of denial for days
A year of tears... stabbed twice within a minute

© Debbie Razey 2014













Poetry: What it means to Me!

Poetry -  it sets me free from the realms of my own mind
Never know what pen will show 'til it taints the hungered paper
Words devour my inward thoughts, spilled out for all to see
Verse or prose, it matters not, the stanzas set me free
My drug of choice, poetry, is my vice; I revel in its bliss
Poetry's passion elicits, in me, my every licentious wish 
The eloquence of vocabulary is music to my ears 
Words resonate; I see my fate unwind in clear calligraphy
Its decadence, without pretence, pieces back my fragmented heart
Through scribing out the pain of years; from despair, enables me to part
Without my muse and all its cues, I think I'd still be lost
So pen in hand and thoughts in ear, I scribble at all cost

© Debbie Razey 2014

Wednesday 23 April 2014

The 23 Enigma

Wow! There is certainly an enigma concerning the number 23
However, it could be argued that for whatever you look for you see
So many of the claims are unfounded or cannot be verified
However, in my own life, it's uncanny how significant is the law of fives
I was married on the 15th and my two boys were also born on this date
So therefore, was this all through numerology predestined, or was it just simply fate
I'm certainly not dispelling this theory as the Fibonacci sequence has me in awe
It's just, I'm no mathematician and quite frankly this has my head reeling and sore
I just wonder, if this is merely what we as humans, try to project on to life to make sense
Does it take the onus our own course of actions; surely it's more to do with consequence
Although I have to say I'm intrigued, as our ancient ancestors also thought it to be true
In fact according to some the Fibonacci sequence is indeed God's code; printed in blue
See now you've got my mind doing cartwheels as 2, 3 and 5 do appear in the latter sequence
I wonder though have all significant dates been calculated and compared to give this enigma such credence? 
I realise I'm portraying myself as a sceptic, a non believer but believe me this - is not the case
It's just sometimes I like to ponder and contemplate; I do not like to form opinions in haste 
I am very interested in star signs, philosophy, tarot, numerology, runes, legends and myth
As I believe there to be some truth and worth in them all, but I need to do more research forthwith
Maybe, I'll leave it up to the professionals; as my mind functions better with words 
Although, from now on, no doubt, I'll be assessing on the 23rd of each month what has occurred 
I'm rambling incessantly, as this is not a topic that is best deliberated in the early hours; as the clock strikes three
I must now wrap this poem up, as this is the 22nd line I've written and I don't want to jinx it by writing 23! 

Debbie Razey 2014



Monday 21 April 2014

Childhood e(lap)sed!

Childhood e(lap)sed! 

Safe 
Warm
Haven
Where I'd sit,
when Mum was seated,
for my nightly bedtime stories
Now my kids squeeze on mine, when it's time for story time

Sports
Cars
Racing
around track; 
slowing for chicane
Every Sunday, my Dad and I,
would watch Formula 1 cars lap; sometimes a car crash

Fun
Wet
night out
Swimming pool;
visit once a week,
with my competitive brother
We would swim so many laps, followed by fish supper

Debbie Razey 2014

 


Sunday 20 April 2014

Emptiness

Emptiness envelops my lonely, naive soul 
You touched me so deeply and yet you do not even know
I wish to tell you but I fear the rebuke; the consequence
I radiated a warmth to you but yet my love you misspent 
How easy it was for me to fall beyond the realms of sense 
You left me to walk within the shadows of my breaking heart
You played your hand, then spelt out that we should remain apart
I wish I could erase our tryst and heal my fractured, shattered heart
But deep inside, I still yearn to touch you... just one last time
Although now, I'm under no illusions that you will be forever mine

©  Debbie Razey 2014





Saturday 19 April 2014

Therapeutic Touch


Therapeutic Touch

Sharp, serrated, pointed kitchen knife
Held steady and with care
As the pain, if cut, would most certainly sear

Smooth, cold, aluminium towel rail 
Clasped within my anxious hands
As into the mirror I hesitate, then peer

Slender, dry, crisp cigarette 
Rolled between my numb finger tips
It's addictive toxins;  I should, but do not fear 

Jaded, warmed, flagged pavement 
Beaneath my bare, tired feet
Confirms to me I'm real, that I'm actually here

Prickly, yet soft,  scotch pine needles 
Dance, tickling, through my fingers
Inviting me to breathe in their scent, both fresh and clear   

Debbie Razey 2014






Friday 18 April 2014

Desolate

Tonight is full of desolation 
I'm left shipwrecked out at sea
Everything feels and tastes lonely
Even the stars seem to jeer at me

The moon; it looks a shade colder
Shining down on me from above
Reminding me of words unspoken
Unrequited, desperate love
A soulmate left unanswered
Arms empty and bereft
My heart is bruised and battered 
Self worth tattered, left in shreds 
Is this to be my destiny, to live this life alone
Subduing pain so potent; a cocktail full of meds

Another door is slammed and bolted
Au revoir to another, once friend 
My tears leave lonely tracks upon cheeks
Eyes burn, mourning; yet another end!

 © Debbie Razey 2014 - Violet Moon Poetry 





Thursday 17 April 2014

Lies


I really am a shy old gal
Forever meek and mild
I've never put a foot wrong
Since I was a naive child
Routinely, I'm in bed by eight
I always eat my greens
I never say expletives 
I was no rebellious teen
I never smoke a cigarette
Or drink a glass of wine
I never talk to strangers 
Or lie and say "I'm fine"
I have never kissed a boy
And know not the birds and bees
My home is always spotless 
I  never incur late fees
I'm virtually a domestic goddess
I'm always  organised
I never stay out all night
My temper's never compromised
I never tell a single lie
I don't indulge in chocolate 
I always return phone calls
I don't get drunk and vomit
I'm practically perfect in every way
My past is so squeaky clean 
A hippie at heart, I am not
My car; I always buff and sheen
Well I could go on forever...but
there's no truth in the above whatsoever!

Debbie Razey 2014

 









Wednesday 16 April 2014

Genie

Three wishes I will grant you, so make sure you choose with care
For wishes, when granted too hastily, can also cause despair
Perhaps you'll wish for status, or to become a billionaire 
No.. then is it beauty that you wish for, or a romantic love affair
However; hearts are fickle, with no guarantees - so be sure to be aware
Though as they are your wishes, by all means proceed; if you so dare
But remember when choosing your wishes to be true, to be real, to be fair!  

Debbie Razey 2014






3 is the Magic Number not 27! (Fibonacci)

3 is the Magic Number not 27!


Riff
Teeth
Legend
Flamboyant 
Wizard of Guitar
Conjurer of sound; Rock Music
Artiste, 20th Century pioneer, Hippie and 27

(Jimi Hendrix))

Sex
God
Poet
Adonis
Rock Singer; Siren
Free Spirit; Musical Prophet
Idol, lover, addict, 60s 'Peace and Love' child and 27 

(Jim Morrison)

Shy
Cared
Real
Fuzzy riffs
Fame a bitter pill
Left child to soon; so big of heart
Grunge God, a title he did not want; Pisces and 27

Kurt Cobain)

© Debbie Razey 2014 - Violet Moon Poetry 



#Fibonacci


Tuesday 15 April 2014

Rage Against The Machine

Rage against the machine 
Engage in your life as you see fit
Aged, antiquated; out of date politics 
We all inhabit this one great, beautiful sphere
We must not allow human instinct and bonds of empathy to disappear
Distil; we need purifying from our own materialistic obsession.
Until everyone has fair and equal possession 
Seized, stolen, corrupted, blood-oil for money
Unappeased generation; fed spin, platitudes, bribes and lies
All disguised behind a facade that ironically blames belief
Can the world's mothers bear any more of this unrelenting grief?
When will the super powers ever have enough? 
Propaganda; drip fed media keeps us all anaesthetised and sufficiently glazed
Why people don't question and just willingly accept... well I'm frankly... amazed!!!!

© Debbie Razey 2014

Monday 14 April 2014

Invisable


Invisible

You know me... but yet, to you I am invisible
I work alongside you and bask in your prowess
I make your coffee each day and hang up your tailored coat
I wish to tell you but the words catch; imprisoned deep within my throat

Today whilst routinely hanging up your suit jacket
I paused and inhaled your flavour; raw, masculine sex
I closed my eyes and heard your sultry voice; it's intoxicating tone
I imagined you whispered "I want you"and expelled a guttural moan

My eyes are guarded as I wish not to exhibit what churns fervently inside
Our talk is cheap and to the point both fleeting and concise 
Whilst brushing past you, your muscular body's tactility sang to me
From this obsession I wish you'd set me free!

Debbie Razey 2014


Sunday 13 April 2014

Appearances don 't tell all!

Anorexic
Schizophrenic
Hallucinogenic drug addict... struggling to quit
 
Alcoholic 
Dysmorphic 
Myoclonic seizure sufferer... who's embarrassed that he's sick 

Anxiety
Insanity
Family problems... making a child feel scared and vulnerable 

Bulimic
Autistic
Paraplegic lady... dealing with the consequences of her fall

After observing people today, this is what sprang to mind
I guess my simple message is... it's so important to be kind! 

© Debbie Razey 2014