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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

Your Words

your words... 
perplexing curlicues
decorate my mind

© Debbie Razey 2016 



Thursday, 24 November 2016

Misunderstood

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