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Tuesday 13 November 2018

Advent Wreath

A ring of wood, four candles tall
A crown of fir upon the door
Pine knotted branches interweave
Red ribbon, Laurel... Holly leaf

For Christ's soon return we are bown 
Symbol of victory the crown
Spherical... ethereal glow 
"Crown of Thorns" ribboned-blood now flows   

Four advent weeks, the four seasons
Four cardinal virtues... the reason
Bright flames bring Christmas peace and hope  
Evergreens... sign of life and hope 

Evergreens.... God's eternity 
Laurel... thwarts sin and suffering 
Holly... the thorns which Christ endured  
Strong Fir trees... in God we're assured  

Again we await Christ the King
Forgiveness, faith, joy and teachings; 
Each candle we burn represents 
On the sacred wreath of Advent  

© Debbie Razey 2018






Sunday 11 November 2018

A Hundred Years On (a nod to Wells, Kipling and Edmonds)

A hundred years have rolled on by 
Still we remember all who died
In trenches, air, on sea and sand 
For our homeland ~ for our homeland 

Was said, "The war to end all wars"
Will blood be spilled for evermore?
Have we not learned, from their regret? 
"Lest we forget ~ lest we forget"

The bugle calls, the tears they fall
For us they bravely gave their all 
Their tomorrows, for our todays
We throw away ~ we throw away

Let's now finally, warfare cease 
Instead let's learn to live in peace  
So that their deaths were not in vain 
Let love remain ~ let love remain 

© Debbie Razey 2018




Wednesday 17 October 2018

Symphony

crisp leaves underfoot
autumn's majestic fire-hues 
symphony... returned 


© Debbie Razey 2018

#haiku

Tuesday 16 October 2018

Both Blessing And Curse

Leaden head and slumber-drunk I wish to doze
But my unconscious untethers... jolts repose 
Mute soliloquies spiral in whispered throws  
Leaking laced necklaced words which seek to be known  

Though try as I might I'm enslaved by the verse 
Its velvet elixir both blessing and curse 
After dawn's reveille words can't be coerced 
Stolen by dreams... taunting memories of mirth 


© Debbie Razey 2018 ~ Violet Moon Poetry



Sunday 14 October 2018

Not Me

It's autumn again when the world slows down 
When stars glisten more brightly enveloping the town
When the days become shorter and the nights become long
...and I'm reminded by your absence of what I did wrong

See the flames still bewitch me when the log fires burn
Hued-leaves still fall hypnotically as they glide twist and turn
The cold air still embraces me with its invigorating kiss
...and I'm reminded by your absence of all the things I miss

So as autumn magenta-stroked sunsets slip behind the trees
The unheeding gusts of autumn bring stark branches to their knees 
Autumn's blanketed patchwork builds in waves like the sea  
And I'm reminded by your absence that without you... I'm not me  

 © Debbie Razey 2018 ~ Violet Moon Poetry 








Saturday 13 October 2018

Home

One mind not we but yet heartbeats entwined 
Pulsating buds of galaxies benight 
Mosaic notes so empyrean chime
Cadence of love no greed nor fear can smite 

Spirals the shell so doth our D.N.A.
Iris and nebular both echo light
Spectrum sundered humanity's decay 
May care and empathy now be our plight 

But in uniqueness we can harmonise 
All pirouetting gracefully through time 
Through different timbres beauty's emphasised 
Quelled 
is the importance of "what is mine?"

So if now man no more covets to own   
Maybe to all this planet could be home 


© Debbie Razey 2018  




Wednesday 26 September 2018

Sleeping Pill

Old typewriters, 
books,
and vinyl record shops
...things which turn me on
With my life and poetry all dried up 
I thought I'd write a song

My guitar's a limb 
and yet it won't sing
the spiralling serenade in my head. 
It's six-thirty
the sun is up 
and yet I'm climbing back to bed 

Well wouldn't you know 
the notes won't show 
and yet the words 
fall... like rain
Tears and ink 
of a life on the blink
yes... I'm probably insane

Yet, my pen it strives 
inside my mind 
to find the answers still!
So, I close my eyes 
to a life of lies 
and strum a lullaby
...sleeping pill 


© Debbie Razey 2018  




Always... The Never

Never to have
Never to hold
Always to wonder
...what if we'd been bold? 

Never to touch
Never to kiss
Always to crave 
...our chaste chance of bliss 

Always to dream
Always to fear
Never to have
...whom we wish most near 

Always to feel
Always to know
Never to doubt 
...what our hearts did sow


© Debbie Razey 2018




Thursday 2 August 2018

Tenebrosity

I thought that I saw you... that you saw me
On a deeper plane which no eyes could glean
Surpassing the words, that between us danced 
Yet, pixelations... were all that were seen 

See I'm a fool when it comes to romance 
Still my soul would seek yours... given the chance
I see clearly now that I was deceived 
Your penchant unveils you... at second glance 

Was it my own reflection... I perceived
Or tenebrosity casting its seed? 
Perhaps sheer desperation was to blame 
Through my chasm of ever-expanding need

My imagination... I hope to tame
You'll no longer be in fate's window-pane
My mirror, the pond... steamy shower-pane 
I'll see you no more... my dreams they will wane

© Debbie Razey 2018 

Wednesday 1 August 2018

Delf

In moments of obliteration 
I steal away in contemplation 
As the empty is too hard to bear
Would only solidify... if shared

So I seek a nook beyond my mind 
Where the faint of heart won't tread to find
As the path is thorny, plagued by truth 
With an underbelly lost on youth

Pure minds, who've not yet the apple had
Who've only savoured one shade of sad
A bliss often missed and ne'er perceived 
Until in retrospect... hearts they bleed 

For, what I once desired... haunts me still  
I have no power against its will
And yet in gratitude, peace I find 
As it quells the potholes, pain has mined  

So from the dank darkness of my delf 
I have, in time, gained a richer wealth 
One without the woe, would ne'er have been
My greatest blessings... remained unseen

© Debbie Razey 2018 



Monday 23 July 2018

Gilt Gateway

fading into obscurity... 
rather an ill-equipped cliche
to describe my formless being 
my tangled mind... in disarray 

and yet the words they pull at me
as my mere essence dissipates
beyond the realms of reflection 
perception's two-way gilt... gateway

© Debbie Razey 2018