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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; 
the 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



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 

#tanka #micropoetry 

 © Debbie Razey 2014




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










Sunday, 2 November 2014

As Love Drowns

Morphing into one another's shadowed, ashen, fashioned, forced platitudes;
we fall through the parquet fragmented floor of our own highly glossed veneer 
As you string together, with gossamer threads, your chiming stained glass words;
I can see your emotions dripping from the silvered pools, deeply echoing your remorse
The wind whispers the truth of my unheard, inner voice; muted by my own oppression 
Teetering on a footbridge over my ebbing thoughts, caught in a whirlpool, I see us drown

Darned with lies and suspicion, a colander of distrust has become our bed's patchwork
My autumnal cloak of tawny hues, disrobed by winter's sensually alluring velvet words
Delicious denial deludes me deliriously, now drifts away into a diaphanous ruby mist of despair

Devoid of any hope, I am left derailed... destitute as I cannot disarm your chain-mailed heart
The quantum shell unfurls; kaleidoscopes as I free-fall through the golden ratio's galaxies, unexplored 
Prepositions, the great tricksters, have given illusion to our light; dimension to our vibrations
Phonic recipes elicit my tongue and breath to dance in a raptured, polemic tango with you

Left entranced, effervescent grief seeps into the sublime elixir of my potent pungent thoughts
Autumn's trickle of colour, bleeds into the summer of my once cherry blossomed heart 
A plethora of oil-slick glazed marbles, reminiscent of the beads of my own despondency;
slip through my fingers, as I try to conceive whether, into a mosaic, our love we can restore 

I look for acronyms of alchemy in singular spectacular stars but the constellations, now cast, prove obscure

© 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