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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