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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