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Thursday, 22 December 2016


beneath our...
cryptic conversations
and our fractured
fear-fuelled thoughts
...somewhere lies us

a solstice moonbeam
of pure precise light
through a henge swiftly seen
was always to be
and indeed always... was

maybe our hearts hold
what our eyes
cannot bear to see
...the truth 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Tuesday, 13 December 2016


As Aleppo drowns in blood... hate and tears  
The international community 
Will we do nothing... just, look on in fear? 

Brick by brick; dismembered... a long five years
Drained... the people's faith in humanity 
As Aleppo drowns in blood... hate and tears 

Whole generation... left bereft of peers 
Innocents starved, maimed murdered... ruthlessly 
Will we do nothing... just, look on in fear? 

Isn't it time we help... aid stepped up a gear 
That we, now, take responsibility
As Aleppo drowns in blood... hate and tears

If not our conscience... forever be smeared
This may be our last opportunity 
Will we do nothing... just, look on in fear? 

Please, show our children... it's love we revere
Tragedy, can be healed by unity...
As Aleppo drowns in blood... hate and tears 
Will we do nothing... just, look on in fear?

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Saturday, 10 December 2016

Lest We Forget

lest we forget this

christmas... homeless souls out on 

unforgiving streets

down and out... nothing to eat

lonely... vulnerable... scared

alone... with no one to care!

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Wednesday, 7 December 2016


mansuetude in your 
touch and your too few, stark, words 
is sadly... sorely
lacking but darling I see
beyond triviality 
grace... beauty in your actions 

© Debbie Razey 2016

My First Taste Of Snow

From beneath, 
I watch the snowflakes dance diligently 
Winter's graceful fire flies, 
hovering around the lamp light's amber glow 
My eyelashes, 
adorned with wet, 
glittering jewels 
Crimson cheeks and violet nose... 
violently painted...
brushstrokes of the biting breeze,
leave a blushing

I look on, 
as the fields are gently blanketed in a still... 
snowy beauty
Cars and roads, 
draped dramatically, 
in an alabaster, 
velvet veil 
I witness the trees trimmed, 
in winter's bespoke gowns of spectacular, 
stitched sequins 
An archaic scene of sublime winter wonder...
a vivid vision of awe...
my eyes will, 

The wailing winds,
fill my ears as they echo
all around me 
Crisp white snow 
sings out its stark, 
staccato song
I watch as everything before me is iced in fine, 
fanciful sugar
Coated in winter's ashen... 
my first taste of winter's
...stunning snow 
© Debbie Razey 2016 both poem and image 

Saturday, 3 December 2016

Dear Children...

It's Christmas Eve and time to sleep 
Lay down your heads, try counting sheep
Tonight, little ones... Santa comes
Upon his sleigh with presents heaped 

His elves look out for busy tongues
Boys and girls, heed the words of Mum
For Santa is a shy, old guy...
He'll only visit sleeping ones 

Across the world tonight he'll fly 
Beneath the moon in star-filled skies 
Calling at homes of every kid
Only pausing... to eat mince pies

Now squeeze, tightly shut, your eyelids 
The same way, your parents once did
So you'll not be sad Christmas Day
For Santa... cannot be outwit

Quickly children... he's on his way 
I think I hear his sleigh-bells sway 
So hurry now and go to sleep
Otherwise... you'll scare him away 

© Debbie Razey 2016


Friday, 2 December 2016


alone... but together we must stand 
enabled through empathy... to understand 
we're all trying our best... though it's often tough 
life's like the ocean... sometimes unkind and rough 
so, with grace and without judgement... let us stand tall
for without each other, we've truly nothing... at all!

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Standing Rock

Firm as rock... we'll stand
We'll defend... this sacred land
Bring your drums... prayers
Earth's water... we must conserve
So peacefully... let's declare
That in unity... we care

© Debbie Razey 2016

Monday, 28 November 2016

She... (Sister Moon)

Feathered, is the wind that blows about her face  
Her strength, of fire, framed with subtle grace
Mellow, is her mood of dreams left still to come
Her bright, diaphanous soul, shimmers in the sun
Transcendent, butterfly-spirit... she inspires us all  
An ambience of fluidity, can be heard within her call 
Proud prodigy of peace... seeping love into the sky
A prophet of eminence... the elders heard her cry

© Debbie Razey 2016 


Friday, 25 November 2016

Thursday, 24 November 2016


What you don't see
Are the tears which I've cried
What you don't see
Is that I could... of lied
What you don't see
Are my hopes... laid bare
What you don't see
Is that I really do... care!

What you don't see
Are my demons within
What you don't see
Is I try... so hard... not to sin
What you don't see
Are the fears which I hide
What you don't see
Is that I'm dying... daily... inside

What you don't see
Are the dreams which I fight 
What you don't see
Is my eternal night
What you don't see
Are my empty... futile... days
What you don't see
Is I'm lonely... since you went away

What you don't see
Are your words, torturing me
What you don't see
Is I long... just... to be
What you don't see
Are your actions... also planted the seeds
What you don't see
Is my love... plainly written to read 

What you don't see
Are the times... I've so needed you here
What you don't see
Is that I hold your opinion... so dear 
What you don't see
Are that my intentions are good
What WE don't see
Is why I think... we've... misunderstood 

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

A Safe Refuge

This time of year I so despise
It drains the colour from his eyes
A time which should be full of fun
He's tortured... by the sound of guns

He hits the deck he dislocates
Flashes back to a place of hate 
Taking cover beneath a chair 
World thrown into chaos... despair 

To him he's back in lands afar
With roadside bombs and burnt out cars
Strewn body parts... the stench of death
Rocks back and forth... struggles for breath

His kids look on in horror... fear
It gets no easier with years
Their hero dad reduced to this
To comfort him our only wish

But we can't make it go away
For loud fireworks are here to stay
And they'll sound out to the New Year
With little thought for our... spent tears

This year however was less fraught
As came together those who fought 
A sound-proof barn became a home
And those who suffer... weren't alone

A safe refuge... where there hasn't been 
A ray of hope at last was seen 
Sanity and resources saved 
You've given back... to those who gave

Thank you...

© Debbie Razey 2016

Sunday, 23 October 2016


For some are too gentle this world to tread
Their pain too great... too many tears they've shed
Souls searching for solace, not courting death 
Pure heart and trauma... tragically wed

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Friday, 14 October 2016

Autumn Dawn

Autumn's first dawn's kiss...
golden gossamer sunbeams
caress tenderly...
heaven's ethereal clouds
...strewn lackadaisically
blissfully... upon the breeze

© Debbie Razey 2016 


Touch Me

touch me
tactilely ignite
the yearning

© Debbie Razey 2016


Where did you go?
Have you really... gone? 
For I no longer feel your presence 
or hear your soul's sweet song

Do you still frequent the earth 
or have you ventured home? 
Amidst the galaxy plains
leaving me all... alone 

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Friday, 7 October 2016



Free to roam 
Free to soar 
Free to walk once ocean floor

Pole to pole
Stride by stride
You are with me by my side 

Awe of creation, I drink in 

I was empty 
I was lost 
Your abundant love, it has no cost 

The tides in me 
They ebb and flow
Upon your shores I'm safe I know

As I leave 
I take with me
Replenished faith and serenity 

© Debbie Razey 2016 both image and poem 

Monday, 26 September 2016

Smoke Rings

smoke rings... 
once blown winsomely into the night
mischievously... played at being sophisticated
excitedly... summoned your lips to mine 
as our butterfly-hearts 
flapped... frolicked...
rollicked... against our ribs
in a heady-fog 
of intoxicating 
deliciously... naive nectar 

oh, we beamed brightly then 
....beneath the stars
we shone...
a spectacular supernova
our jewelled eyes
too precious for words   
our hearts and heads
filled to the brim... 
spilling... romantic hopes and dreams
as we serenaded each other...
with mellifluous promises of love

our toned... tuned tongues
seductively danced
emulated... curled...
silvered sleek-ribbons of smoke 
into a bewitchingly fevered fluidity  
quenching our mind's carnal thirst 
with lust's juice of jeopardy  
as each other's taste... still lingered
opulently... in our mouths
now... the rings ridicule 
their emptiness... echoes
scorching holes in my mind
that only you... can fill
flaunting... wistfully before me
haunting hallucinations
of things...
which never came to pass 
putrid...stale smoke chokes... 
it strangles the memory of us 
tries to smothers the void... left by you 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Saturday, 17 September 2016


My self-spawned wound 
it splinters
my fragile
fractured mind

poisonous thoughts
of razored remorse
into my veins

Skins my eyes
of precious memories
leaves behind
the blood to congeal
in the shape of our demise

My eyelids...
as the moon
eclipses, gently, the sun
echoing loudly...
the absence of you

© Debbie Razey 2016 

The Marching Dead

It's not pride...
but sadness I see
Minds caged...
yearning to be free

Feeling alien...
even amongst their own
Guilt and shame...
self-loathing has sown

by a world gone insane
Facades failing...
to disguise their pain

It's not pride...
but sadness I see
Minds caged...
yearning to be free

Feeling empty...
without a hand to hold 
Hearts sever...
as another family folds

Feather beds...
replaced by concrete floors
The Marching Dead...
lost souls displaced by war

It's not pride...
but sadness I see
Minds caged...
yearning to be free

No wounds visible...
damaged deep inside
Lives destroyed...
some parade, some hide

Wreaths are laid...
but not their ghosts 
Tears fought back...
drowned in drunken toasts
It's not pride...
there's only sadness I see
Minds caged...
by Combat P.T.S.D.

© Debbie Razey 2016

Thursday, 15 September 2016


I always thought we'd have tomorrow
...but only then was ours to take

Today, we'll never be...

Return yesterday to me... please!

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Sunday, 11 September 2016

September Sky

Fifteen years on and still the tall twin towers' shadows... 
they forebodingly linger 
Loom ominously and smoulder... 
etched in the mind's eye of everyone 

The skyline of Humanity's hope... 
bloodstained, forever sanguine 
Still weeps torrents of tears down dusty ashen, ghostly... 
shock-stricken faces
As we continue to choke and smother... 
engulfed by the foul stench of copious conspiracies and lies

Many ears still relentlessly ringing... 
within a cacophony of alarms, sirens and gut wrenching wailing 
by the answerphone messages of lovers, sons, mothers... 
exchanging their final goodbyes

So let us all take a minute to be grateful for our lives, families, health...
our endless multitude of privileges 
As we remember, how the loved ones of others... 
pirouetted and rained
from that horrendous... sepia September... solemn sky.

© Debbie Razey 2016


Sunday, 21 August 2016


I picture us and me
in the places I go
amidst all that I see

I hear your words  
in the note-filled air 
warming my soul
...abating my cares

I sense your love
embracing me 
...filling my lonely 
setting me free

I smile to myself
when I think of you
...all I long to share 
do you do this too? 

I know in my heart
we are meant to be 
but my mind asks how
can this ever... be? 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Omran Daqneesh

Bewildered, five year old boy... alone on an orange ambulance chair
A ghost-like, bloodied crumpled face... haunts the world with his vacant stare
Dishevelled, ashen... enshrouded in dust; a frozen statue of fear  
Will the killings stop now... or will we just shed more futile, guilt-laden tears?

Omran, he does not cry out for his mum... merely wipes the blood from his eye
Only knowing death, hunger and carnage... the whole of his entire life
This abominable scene isn't unique... shamefully it's happened before
Hundreds of kids killed, maimed, orphaned; together we must act now... BEFORE there are more!

© Debbie Razey 2016


Saturday, 13 August 2016

Fairy Tale... Lies

She dreamed of love beyond compare 
Between a prince and his princess
Two kindred hearts and souls entwined
Not emphasis on mere.... undress 
Her spirit, thoughts, talents and mind
Are all he'd need to be impressed 
Devotion, kindness, care and love 
...unconditionally expressed

Sadly... that's not what she had found 
Beneath the glisten of his eyes
All the fairy tale promises 
Were empty... nothing short of lies 
His intrigue lay not in her dreams 
Just carnally between her thighs 
She'd hoped with him that she'd grow wings 
But now she's tethered... bound and tied 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Wednesday, 3 August 2016


Through me a changeable river flows, it ebbs and it wanes
Filtering joy and insecurities, the in-betweens left remain
It bubbles furiously, it bleeds, it beckons and it soothes 
All the things that might be, if left undiscovered, I'm sure to loose 

Over my stones it babbles blissfully, pays little attention to the deeps 
Fish in my currents they dance, lightheartedly and with hope filled hearts they leap

With glasslike sheen, the water serene reflects divine peace inside
When cascading down a waterfall its longing calls; from which I cannot hide
So too my heart, my soul it sings, of the things not yet come to pass
I pray my mind meanders steadily, into the vast ocean of enlightenment... at last 

© Debbie Razey 2016

Wednesday, 27 July 2016

A Day In The Life Of M.E.

I'm Wrapped in a heated blanket
Stuck on is the tens machine
Rocking a hot patch and eau du Tiger Balm
Fetching supports on both wrists and knees

My eyes sore... swollen and bloodshot 
Perfectly matching my burning flushed cheeks 
Industrial headphones and sunglasses on
Trying but failing miserably to follow the TV

Head splitting under an ice-pack
My face firmly planted in front of the fan 
It's whirling echoes my relentless reeling mind
Of the thousands of jobs... still to be done

My body's skin tinged an attractive bruised-blue 
Barely opaque... dry and insanly itchy   
I can't remember when I last felt the breeze or the warmth of the sun 
Or looked human... without the zombie-stare and hair all greasy    

My dreams taunt me with a life and friends I once had
I'm now more active in my sleep than in reality 
I've become a prisoner within my own dysfunctional body
I just want to unzip myself... step out and be free!!!

It's hard to describe what M.E. does to your soul
Even loved ones surmise you're "depressed or lazy"
Daily fighting to take back... even a little control 
Thoughts of futility and guilt... slowly sending me crazy 

I've hardly a social life worth mentioning 
As endless acute pain... has taken its toll 
My hours, days and years tick by wasted and empty 
Left today bed-bound... as again I've hit M.E.'s unyielding... brick wall!!!

© Debbie Razey 2016  

Tuesday, 26 July 2016


Go gently on yourself, take time to breathe...
Take stock of where you stand in space and time
Inhale nature's sweet serene, breath of breeze
Relinquish... under the past draw a line 
Unique moments; cherish their gifts sublime
Ne'er to be repeated, not blessed to all
So exhale, scream, shout, cry; now purged... stand tall 

In stillness let yourself, just truly be 
Allow void, where pain dwelled, to fill with light 
Linger there in divine love... learn to see 
Let your dreams and hopes manifest; take flight
Through imagination set your soul free
Your life's next chapter is not set in stone
To be fulfilled, it's down to you... alone

© Debbie Razey 2016