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Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Full Moon Sings

When the full moon sings, in the cold night air
and your heart bleeds... emanating despair;
know my love, envelops... with lonesome care

My heart in hand... in empathy, I swear;
please choose to love... our love, will not compare
We've got it made, have faith; let your heart... dare 

The day... with it's infamous, torrid glare;
shadows night, in her, celestial prayer
Sacred heart's serenity, I will share... 
our love, so cosmic, will transcend... all flare 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Sunday, 22 November 2015

BE love!

drops of kindness
with seeds of hope and love; 
help to plant a better future 
BE love! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Bullet Hole Roses

Joyful lives shattered to smithereens
Minds traumatised by deafening screams   
Innocence robbed... unrequited dreams 

Tattooed nightmares; blood stained hearts and minds
Blindfolded through fear by humankind
Our lurking enemy... undefined 

Yet out of bullet holes roses grow
Selfless acts of kindness, freely shown
Still... the world's wise souls, to war, say "No!" 

For in splintered glass and sawdust streets
Where bouquets are placed and candles weep
We'll regain our strength... we'll not retreat

Freedom, Peace and Love, they will prevail
Defiantly we'll stand, hate, not hailed
Heinous acts won't break us... you have failed!  

© Debbie Razey 2015

Saturday, 14 November 2015

My Dream...

For my children my dream is that they will grow;
in love, heartfelt compassion and kindness
...that they will know
the difference between wrong and right;
to see no reason to take up arms and fight
That they will spread joy and tame misery, 
that they will learn to believe...
in the power of peace and empathy
...this is my dream!

© Debbie Razey 2015


In Peace let us stand!
Instead of retribution, 
let's empathise... understand
Through LOVE let's heal! 

© Debbie Razey 2015

It's time....

It's time for humanity's division to end...
for all, the fear-driven discrimination to, finally, cease

It's time for all, futile, bloodshed to end...
for all the world's children to experience, at last, peace

It's time for hate's reign of darkness to end 
So, universally, love's healing-light can be released 

It's time....

© Debbie Razey 2015

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Skyscraper Stealth

In his, now, uniform of city-grime,
amidst the Suits dashing to make up time;
he stands at attention, salutes alone
...subway now his shelter, cardboard his home

Bemused passers-by, ridicule the show
He stands firm, undeterred... how could they know?
Their eyes have not seen, what his can't forget, 
Their souls are not stained in blood and regret

In silence, he hears haunting screams from the past
His ears ring incessantly since the blast
He still tastes the sand, which made his eyes bleed
...when naively he hoped to intercede

He joined at eighteen, still child not yet man; 
aspiring hero defending homeland
Little had he thought of what was involved
...his orders and conscience left unresolved 

War's atrocities, he's witnessed first-hand
Dismembered limbs he's picked up with his hands
He's held friends close as they drew their last breath; 
his nostrils filled still... with foul stench of death

Eleven o'clock it has now been and gone, 
on eleventh day this November morn
He's glad of the rain as it hides his tears...
for all of the fallen, throughout the years

It's not with pride but with respect he stands,
for he's seen the cost... he understands
Amusement, for some, his actions maybe;
judged as Scum as his injury's unseen

No hero is he deemed... nor deems himself 
Drowning... daily flashbacks damage his health
He's lost his mind, family, house and all wealth lives in shadows, in skyscraper stealth

© Debbie Razey 2015 - Violet Moon Poetry

Monday, 2 November 2015


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 

© Debbie Razey 2015


You can have 
never enough 
of all the stuff; 
you think
you so 
desperately need

© Debbie Razey 2015

Perfectly Imperfect

I'm perfectly imperfect
It's your choice..
you can love me
or you can hate me 

© Debbie Razey 2015

Night's Painter

Night's Painter's palette, mixing things anew  
Brushstrokes, shading; letting colours imbrue
Tie-dying the sky with pastel hued clouds 
Heralding with tone, change of season proud

Golden lace cloud-waves dawn upon the sky
From the sponge in hand, paint begins to cry
Crimson starred-smoke streaks; trails
from heaven's wake 
Rainbow rivered-droplets blot as day breaks

© Debbie Razey 2015
(Image of John Tierney's paint palette

Sunday, 1 November 2015


night's chill breeze echoes
loudly the absence of you
- both beneath same sky  

© Debbie Razey 2015

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