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Thursday, 5 December 2019


from tip


Lick lips

Tongue flips 


Take my time
taste divine...

Dip  Sip  Twirl 
I enslave


 ©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.

Time’s Post-It-Notes. .

Life’s post-it-notes; frozen in time
People and moments; which have gone
Some sweet, some sour and some sublime
Others vividly caught in songs.

Love’s post-it-notes; frozen in time
Lovers... friends; forever on heart
Precious still and for some, I pine
Others... it's best that we’re apart.

Hate’s post-it-notes; thawed over time
No longer on my soul; doth hang
I've ripped them up and cleansed my mind
So not left bitter with their tang .

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry


Care not I for who is deemed either wrong or right
Therefore competion is at dire odds with me 
Without bad versus good, would we ever need fight?
Surely without either, we would all be then free
Righteousness often labelled as what is pure light 
Whilst darkness is attached to demonic prowess
Can either be without the other’s existence? 
Is darkness, not light, in state of pure undress? 
Aren’t they entwined, as in us; have coexistence?
Isn’t fighting our own darkness, the hardest test? 
Does one quell the other; have total resistance?  

No, of course not; from darkness to light we evolve 
From what once was darkness, erupted the big bang 
From dark earth to sunlight is a seedlings resolve
In Chinese philosophy they’ve the Yin and Yang   
From within the womb, aren’t we all born into light?  
Upon chess board, wouldn’t all the pawns be then the same?
Let’s then cleanse our perceptions and birth a new sight 
Meet each other with empathy; replace the blame 
Let’s concede that it is a spectrum made of slights
Let’s not condemn our sisters and brothers; then wrong 
Acknowledge, in each other, both darkness and light
Born from one to the other; in enlightenment belong  

So with blame removed; darkness and light accepted 
Wouldn’t the human race then have love perfected? 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

When I Was Five.

When I was five I’d pretend to be
A salty pirate upon the sea
Using Mum’s food ladle for my hook
And on treasure hunts, I’d test my luck.

Our washing basket, a ship to me
When I was five I’d pretend to be
A mermaid with silk pillowcase tail
Vibrantly Ariel’s song I’d wail.

Sticky stars and glitter hearts on face
Custard pie tin bra... still love the taste
When I was five I’d pretend to be
An astronaut in strange galaxies.

Blast off to space in my cardboard box
Colander helmet completed look
In Dads giant space boots... I’d roam free
When I was five I’d pretend to be.

@ Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.

The Seasons Of Our Love

In the spring of our love, you carefully cocooned my lonesome-leaded heart 
Kindly cascaded blossoms of beautiful balmed words, my mind so longed to hear 
Your sweet, seductive warm winds lifted, gently, the corners of my paper-thin scored skin 
Precious promises of twinned flames' eternal, all enveloping embrace, lingered lucently there
Soothing shared showers of adoring affection rejuvenated, tenderly, my ashen-saddened spirit
I felt, once again, alive in a delicious deluge of demonstrative desire
My tight brittle buds began to taste, blindfolded with trepidation, the tremulous trust of truth; 
unfurling subconsciously within our ethereal essence of lucid liquid light... there our love it grew

In the summer of our love we basked blissfully in the heat, hedonistically, entwined in heavenly dreams
We ate, endlessly, Eve's fruit of Eden... heedlessly, without paying attention, to its punishable price 
Swam nonchalantly naked in the full moon's reflection; silken-stars sequining, subtly, our sin 
Meandered merrily through meadows of consciousness... barefoot, beguiled and free
Danced deliriously to the birds' dawn chorus before they spirited us swiftly to sleep
There in the bosom of benevolence, in the solace of soliloquy, my soul's serenade you did sing 
Our love-smelted smouldering, betwixt and bonded, beneath the sun's fierce fire... forged were we
Needing naively, playing profusely in our diaphanous dalliance of a jewelled daydream

In the autumn of our love, hallowed hues deepened, mellowed, weakened in their primeval  prowess 
Honey-tasting merry memories, so much sweeter as the days' bowing branches undressed
The listless leaves of lies littered the ground, weeping woefully underfoot... began to wilt
Their strong siblings twisted, triumphantly tilted, clinging chaotically to ideals which they faithfully held 
Rare reluctant rays of sunshine, heralding halcyon days of frivolity, which we had not contemplated would end
Our embers of empathy still burned blatantly, in the tawny tones of Fall's painter's palette 
So we huddled harder, voiced vivaciously love louder, refused to weakly wander... left no room for ruthless regret
Stoically, we stocked up love's larder, gave thanks to the Father and now, gratefully, with the twilight of our love... we are mercifully met.

In the winter of love, will we fear our fragility or be humbled with humility?
Will we cherish wisely or be anaesthetised by apathy, dancing soberly into death's darkling demise?
I hope we heed and hold on together tighter, become fearless fighters, defending our lifelong treasured love to the end
I pray we weather the storms gracefully, give of ourselves unconditionally... become the most sacred of infinite friends 
My wish is that we transcend life's tragedies, explore all of her mysteries and rejoice in our lessons learned 
That our love will flourish and will indeed nourish all the silent, secluded parts of our innermost souls
As with our roots firmly planted, we'll not be supplanted and we'll bloom once more, cometh a reincarnate new morn 
So, although seasoned, we'll have jubilant reasons to be joyous as, on our love... life did not taketh its toll
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Firework Flashbacks.

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 the 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.

@ Debbie Razey 2016 - Violet Moon Poetry

Autumn Thoughts

It’s Autumn again, my favourite time of year, full of fun and fright
When the leaves, they turn to burnt-coloured hues, take flight; as though enraptured
Great bonfires ablaze; we now celebrate what was once Guy Fawkes’s plight 
All Hallows Eve, where the dead grow near, as veil of death it fractures 
Where Trick-or-treaters take to the streets and bright fireworks adorn the night 
When the trees disrobe, sky grows cold and Persephone, Hades captures 

Autumn is when myth and magic reign; imaginations are captured
Pumpkin lanterns carved, front porches adorned; scary costumes donned, make fright 
Where fiendish beasts, vampires, gouls and ghosts frequent the shadows of the night 
Children search the sky for witches in flight and fear they’ll be enraptured
Their homes by ghosts will be invaded, throughout the ages; time fractures 
Easy to forget history’s regret, tragic Lancashire witches’ plight  

In 1605, through religious divide, Parliament was in plight
Lucky was the King,James the second; as Guy Fawkes was thwart and captured
Failed plan to overthrow king: the Gun Powder Plot was flawed and fractured
Fireworks are a delight but on Guy Fawkes Night we commemorate fright 
Ironically, we now celebrate this festival enraptured  
In our day and age, at any age, we look forward to Bonfire Night  

Autumn’s Samhain of ancient Celts, acknowledged harvest and darker nights
Sacrificed animals for survival to get through winter; their plight  
Mythologies of ethereal, the ancients were enraptured
From ceremonial need-fires, a torch each family would capture 
Supernatural beings or dead souls killing livestock, was their fright 
Portals and fairy mounds to Otherworlds were opened; thresholds fractured 

I love Autumn days, stark bright skies and open fires; watching flames fracture
Hot chocolate and socks and wellie-bobs we drink in the air’s cool night   
Evening walks in leaf carpeted parks, dripped in moonlight... I feel no fright 
With legend and lore, entertain, keep warm;  to pass long evenings, our plight   
Eating hot dogs, bonfire toffee and Parkin, my childhood it captures
All huddled round fire as the children listen with wide eyes, enraptured 

Fall’s beauty; wondrous work of art, even as child, I was enraptured
Bushes and trees on fire, through leafless branches; how the light it fractures 
Nature’s deft pallet makes for magnificent photographic captures 
At this time of year, sky’s azure is more clear and darker is the night 
Plants and trees lowly fall to their knees in respect of Persephone’s plight  
Temperature chills; wind wails with more fear as Demeter howls in fright  

As plants die and in draws the dark nights, I think of homeless and their plight
For while we’re warm and enraptured in our perfect photograph captures
They’re out there... their sanity fracturing; 
cold and alone, filled with fright   

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Poet Knight

Please chime for me, oh one of pale moon face
Afar but near, ‘neath same celestial sky 
Please come for me, oh Poet Knight; make haste 

Words chaste with love, pen... darling make me ache 
In ink silk sheets, together let us lie
Please chime for me, oh one of pale moon face

Reach for me, with quilled moonbeams’ warm embrace 
Light trails of love, your words doth to me fly 
Please come for me, oh Poet Knight; make haste 

Read to me, fore fair dawn doth show her face
Moist satin verse, from page your pen has dyed
Please chime for me, oh one of pale moon face

Bequeath mine eyes, a sparkle with your grace
My Polaris, purloin my heart... my sighs 
Please come for me, oh Poet Knight; make haste 

Let not, my love, our stellar love now waste
Without your love, I fear that I may die  
Please chime for me, oh one of pale moon face
Please come for me, oh Poet Knight; make haste 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Tuesday, 3 December 2019

Mum’s Beauty Box

A spell for beauty 
Items to stop time 
Lotions and potions 
Creams, perfume divine
Bubbles and bath bombs 
Hairdryer and straightners
Clips and curling tongues
Toner, eyeliner

Foundation, lip gloss 
Mascara, blusher 
Brush, eyebrow pencils 
Comb, moisturiser 
Powder, nail varnish 
Eye shadow, nail file
Highlighter palette 
Lipstick for your smile

Tweezers, eyelashes 
Hair serum for locks
No not a cauldron 
It's your beauty box 
Although to us mum
You always look fine
Don't need all this stuff
As simply sublime

 ©  Debbie Razey 2019 - 
Violet Moon Poetry

Monday, 2 December 2019

Dylan Thomas

Sixty-six years and one day, dear poet, since you slipped into the good night 
Forever leaving us to nestle in the tall, happy green-bladed fields of Fern Hill 
Painting our minds violet with characters’ vivacious, innermost voices 
In ”Under Milk Wood” which you never, yourself, tragically managed to record 
Opening our eyes up to the joyous beauty of nature strewn all around us 
As you lulled us with rhyming, rhythmic, lyrical lilts of chiming language 

You had a gift so bright that it consumed you and “set fire to the stars”
Begging us, like you, to wring every last drop out of our lives 
To rage against death to which you, ironically, sadly succumbed too soon
Your childlike soul evident in your words, reminding us of the wonder in everything 

Manchild, raving drunk; yes but also a talent revered even within your lifetime
A voice of deep dramatic velvet tones which on every word the audience hung 
Left for us to wallow in its emotive essence and its crystal startling imagery, still
No you didn't tread as gently in life as perhaps you ought 
To you the silvered glints of old age; they never came; they failed to cage you 

There's no denying your poetry prowess but as so often with genius, sanity was fraught 
Dear ”son of the sea”, fine poet of Wales, you'll
forever rage in our hearts 
And sing in our minds in starstrung poetic, hypnotic anthems of golden gilt verse

 @ Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

When Mars Was Ours

When Mars was ours and all of time stood still
Talking hours and hours perched on windowsills
When the star-paved sky was a bridge to you 
That I’d cross in dreams to be close to you 
When Mars was ours and all of time stood still

Now here we are, physically, side by side 
Further apart... “I love you” feels like lies   
Did I do something wrong... has our love died?
As Mars no longer burns... within your eyes 

When Mars was ours and all of time stood still
As we signed in love with a moonbeam’s quill 
Did you forget... how lost we were apart? 
Is my heart now caught... still your work of art?  
When Mars was ours and all of time stood still

Thought we'd always be; never get our fill 
Yet here I am... alone; missing you... still!  

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 


With each misguided step, we take, 
we get closer to our goal 
Upon life's ladder of misfortune,
ironically, it appears... 
we must break, before appreciating whole

The dark and light they compliment, 
there is solace in the grey 
Hatred and fear; for God... religions war
...there must be another way 

So take my hand, my poetic friend
and with words, we'll soothe the cracks 
Then wounds... they will heal, 
enlightenment... will reveal;
They'll be no longer a need, for wisdom, to look back

For with this glue, of our kindred bond,
like-minded others we'll attract
Together as one, we'll embrace the world,  
the hatred we'll extract

Sharing words of peace, sharing words of love 
encouraging the world, through poetry... to get along
Then in a world awash with new empathy
...we can ALL finally belong 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Gingerbread Heart

My heart is not a game 
Please be careful... with its pieces 
Maybe I'm not right... insane 
Or maybe I'm just too aware of what life teaches 

Trapped in relentless pain 
Trembling wings... too scared to unfurl 
My pure heart, I cannot tame 
I just want to love... be loved and appreciated 

Simple... is all I need 
I have no need... for words... cryptic
Just need your love, not to wane 
Listen to what my soul’s light, inside of me... preaches 

Perhaps I should refrain
From these, my soul purged words... pledges
Yet I know you want... the same 
It’s carried on the waves... the wind; your heart... it reaches 

Are you here to remain? 
Or to paint my echo... deftly   
Is your heart true... feels the same 
Or thirsty... intrigued; If so, mercy...I beseech you 

I am no empty frame 
Please do not... misunderstand me  
My sweetness... it is not feigned   
My gingerbread heart crumbles... as love ... it releases  

So if it's... as you claim 
Within your words of rhyme... rearranged 
Please no longer... be restrained
Don't leave our precious love, unrequited... felt... speechless   

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

My First Taste Of Winter 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 cold violet nose... 
violently painted;
vibrant brushstrokes of the biting breeze,
leave a blushing

I look on, 
as the fields are gently blanketed in a still... 
shimmering, snowy beauty
Cars and roads, 
draped dramatically, 
in a thick alabaster, 
velvet veil 
I witness the trees trimmed, 
in winter's bespoke ball 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 icing sugar
Coated in winter's ashen... 
my first taste of winter's
...snow fall
© Debbie Razey 2019 both poem and image 

Lunar Lighthouse

Beneath the stars, we’re not alone 
Whispers of light, we feel at home 
Our stardust eyes spiral the sun
Fibonacci souls with hearts undone   
Beneath the stars, we’re not alone 

Lunar lighthouse with haloed head
Warm moonbeam arms, her comfort lends 
To us, she speaks, she is our friend 
Her boundless love, it knows no end 
Lunar lighthouse with haloed head

Ancient wisdom, it chimes... resounds
In silent tongues, love’s essence loud 
For those who listen, gifts profound
Celestial glow, perspective’s found 
Ancient wisdom, it chimes... resounds

Greed’s darkness breeds hate’s undertows  
Beneath the stars, we’re not alone
Please teach us love to flow instead 
Lunar lighthouse with haloed head
In empathy, hope... let’s be bound 
Ancient wisdom, it chimes... resounds  

©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.


Please don't reach out to me again
For I am dead and veiled in pain 
No more am I... nothing remains
Blood tears I’ve rained; blood tears I’ve rained

Yet still, I’m naked in your eyes 
Crave only flesh; my soul’s disguise 
You will not probe where my heart lies 
Cruel lust seeks high; cruel lust seeks high.

I dare not turn and glance at you 
As blushed my face with thoughts of you 
For I want more; a love made true 
You don't... I do; you don't... I do.

You'll tell me what I want to hear 
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Rip old wounds open... brand and sear
I taste my fear; I taste my fear.

For you will not be satisfied 
Until you’re deep between my thighs 
Carving new scars upon insides 
Sharp knife-edged lies; sharp knife-edged lies.

With heart ripped out; now at your feet 
I beg you please... this time retreat 
My bones picked clean won’t quench your greed
Yet still, you feed; yet still, you feed.

Sever each fibre of my heart 
My slow dissection is your art 
Flay soul from body; tear apart
Words... arsenic darts; words... arsenic darts.

From this charred corpse, I’ll breathe again
Feel days cast black and writhe insane
From torturing me you'll not refrain 
You need... my pain; you need... my pain.

©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.