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Saturday 19 October 2019

Rhetoric Recipe


A pinch of Peter Piper's pick of audacious abject alliteration
A level ladle of legends told from Arthur's knights of dedication 
A drop of discordance from the claw of a dacnomaniacal dragon
A mug of metaphoric insight from gad Gypsy's ball within her wagon  

A thimble of tincture from the Aurora Borealis' beauteous berceuse 
An inch of inspiration from Zeus's Mnemosyne; mother to all muse
A soupçon of sorcery from Shakespeare's Prospero's books of secret 'art'
A pipet of passion from a bead of blood from the fervent Phoenix's heart 

A rap of rhetorical rhyme from the largiloquent lurid leprechaun's curses 
A tad of tone from a unicorn's Ubi Sunt tears of lamenting lackaday verses 
A dash of dactyl taken from the magnificent metric foot of a majestic millipede 
A smidgen of song filled with sibilant salutations so the Bard's spirit may take heed

 © Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 




Find Me


Please
Find me
In dreams, where
We can walk on stars 
Safe, enveloped by night’s vastness
Upon ebony waves of liquid Obsidian,
Lit by sequinned galaxies; shimmering from afar 
Melding darkling... we’ll become one 
Molten in moonlight 
Reflected 
By the
Sun

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 
 (Both Poem and Art)
 #Fibonacci Poem


Raw


Stale sweat
And cigarettes
What has she become? 

Gaunt face 
Mind a maze
Spinning... barrel gun 

Sex wet...
Sore subject 
A burned-out once sun 

She needs
To feel their heed
Wants... to be undone 

Release
From diseased
Putrid... shapeless form 

Good girl
Street-walk twirl
Between... she is torn 

Deep down 
Her heart frowns 
Cannot be... alone 

Daylight
Out of sight...
In darkness atones

Drug fuelled 
Fuckery
From which she descends

Heartbreak
Pity... state
Is this how she ends?

Time bends
Addict friends
What’s... her worth to them? 

This night 
Death-wish plight 
Her final... Amen

 © Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Devils


Devils dont come from hell beneath us
They crawl from rooms within our mind 
Barred doors would be superfluous 
Shapeshifting thoughts... an epic bind 

We’re our own fiendish... nemesis  
Devils don’t come from hell beneath us
Lurk... in sanity’s crevices 
Cannibalistic... self-distrust 

Paranoia’s voice, quell we must! 
Anxiety’s chokehold release....
Devils don’t come from hell beneath us
Given power they’ll never cease 

So with self belief I’ll vanquish 
My demons, in myself I’ll trust 
All my doubt and fear relinquished 
Devils don’t come from hell.... beneath us!


© Debbie Razey 2015 - Violet Moon Poetry


Crave



In the pale wash of lonely 
Your stark branch against my sky
I hear you calling 
I hear you cry 

In the blue moan of Mondays 
Your dreams penetrate my mind 
I feel you waking
I feel you rise

In lamp-lit miles between us
Your crystal words invade my heart
I see you smiling 
I see you laugh

In embers warmed with yearning
You’re wood-tinder to my flame 
I sense your longing
I sense your pain 

In pitch of bitter darkness 
Your aurora fills my dark 
I crave your lovemaking    
I crave only... your heart

@ Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry 
  (Both Poem and Art)