Ribboned Possibilities

As I stand on burning embers of the past 

I watch myself, the younger version of me, 

falling.. dreaming through time's murky

tobacco-stained clouds, smudged by tears

A single blackbird's feather lingers, foreboding;

a sign I unwittingly missed or chose to ignore

Treading through the mire of expectations,

misplaced loyalty, idealism and molten fear 

So many sand grains I have futilely squandered; 

and, for what, an imagined fairytale fictitious love

Was I, am I... really that scared to be alone? 

Oh how I wish I could recycle every spent clock face; 

using each as a stepping stone to venture boldly

to where I've not yet been brave enough to be...

beyond the clouds of dreary, muddied conformity 

Now I step into the uncharted azure: to realise both my 

rainbow-hued dreams and my unclaimed identity 

My self-belief's lantern now lit, burning fervently, 

it is time at last... it's time that I finally meet me

A mercury balloon, filled with more than just my reflection,

I'll let myself go... I'll allow myself to float on free; 

a plethora of ribboned possibilities... just for me! 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Slaughter Of The Innocents

Precious innocents; loved ones so brutally slain

Dreams, hopes and future aspirations... all in vain

Blood saturated textbooks and personal belongings strewn

Abandoned backpacks; lone survivors in the aftermath... doom

Desks stand empty; reminders of those who once sat there

Families ripped apart; mothers bereft... does any one care? 

Bullet-holed walls whistle horrors, too horrendous to speak

Doors were no protection, as violently murdered were the meek

Classrooms; now mortuaries, the silence filled with prayer 

A country in shock; racked by sadness, anger, grief and despair

Education, punishable by death, was their sole victimless crime

Young lives extinguised futilely, in what should've been their prime 

When will the bloodshed end; the world's children be left in peace? 

Time for the gunfire to end; for the hatred and discrimination to cease 

© Debbie Razey 2014

She Walks Alone

Hooded;

she walks alone

with melancholy thoughts 

of yesteryear's fate that led

her here

The path

before her now,

filled with trepidation;

beckons with both promise and fear

She must 

walk on!

Destiny is

merely signposts from which, 

she herself, must ponder and choose

the way

Bravely, 

she carries her

heart and forgotten dreams...

hoping the lessons learned will guide

her home.

© Debbie Razey 2014

I Love You (senryu)

those three little words 

only one significant

- less is often more

© Debbie Razey 2014

#micropoetry #senryu 

Oblivion

Oh how 

oblivion and her blanket

beckon my weary mind

Caught in chaos

I fall

unhinged! 

In the mayhem of life's trials

I'm overcome with woe;

lost beyond my

reason 

© Debbie Razey 2014

First Kiss (tanka)

Pinned against the wall

...nervous curiosity

Rapt in the whirlpool

of his liquefying stare...

tasting love's secrets at last

© Debbie Razey 2014

Epiphany

A constant callous, cold cascade of chaotic, calamitous catastrophes drench

Drowning in a damaging, dank deluge of darkling, dazed depression he succumbs 

Saturated! Scared! His schizophrenic, sadistic tendencies self abuse 

Bedraggled! Beaten down by barbaric, baneful, bewildering bitterness 

His tatterdemalion, tortured, tragic soul cries torrents of toxic tears 

He hankers hard; hoping for a halcyon, humble, happy heart to heal him... 

Epiphany! Eager energy envelops; enlightens his earnest heart

Lucid now... a divine lachrymation, shower him in love's luminous, lucent light  

© Debbie Razey 2016

Submerged

Submerged in a life that she had not envisaged 

Treading away life's water... hedonistic her nightlife  

Drowning in materialism of the privileged 

Gone were her rainbow-hued dreams... greed had savaged

Suffocating in drama; self-perpetuating her shallow strife

Submerged in a life that she had not envisaged 

Her reflection unrecognisable... vanity's claws, ravaged

Love lost, to passion's fancy; only in name, still his wife

Drowning in materialism of the privileged 

Selfishly she weighs up her options... tallying the advantages

Taking no responsibility for the choices of her own misguided life

Submerged in a life that she had not envisaged 

Too self-absorbed to see the plight of the real disadvantaged

to see... she is cutting herself with her own bitter-edged knife 

Drowning in materialism of the privileged 

All happiness, trust and respect she's so futilely pillaged 

Ironically missing life's pure, abundant joys... all free and rife

Submerged in a life that she had not envisaged 

Drowning in materialism of the privileged 

© Debbie Razey 2016 

Age (tanka)

The lines on my face

are not penned, they are written; 

etched deep in my soul

The map of my past is scribed

Destiny treads its own path 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Ice (tanka)

Playing dot to dot 

with the lucent twinkling stars

Sugar dashed pavements

glisten beneath the full moon 

Icicle window jewels 

© Debbie Razey 2014

It's Not Too Late!

As we drown in floods of our own making

When the ice caps melt and sea levels rise

Will we then understand or be surprised?

As we smother in air not fit to breathe

When the atmosphere becomes too unclean 

Will we then wish that we'd have taken heed? 

*Now* let's change our ways before it's too late 

Make alternative energy; less waste

Otherwise, I fear this may be our fate...

© Debbie Razey 2014

 

At One

Golden

light shards cascade 

on my autumnal

forest view. My eyes revel 

within

both the

light and shade of 

nature's magnificence.

Serendipity enlightens

my mind...

Without

darkness would we

truly appreciate

the light in all its magnitude...

splendour?

Fire burns

in my belly

ignites... I'll stand tall 

over uncertainty's shadows 

once more! 

Crowned

in hues

of the Phoenix; 

telestic trees whisper

their wisdom... “forgive and be of 

echt love"

My heart 

illumines the 

silhouette I've become. 

Serene solace envelops...I'm

at one!

© Debbie Razey 2014 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Disrobed (haiku)

disrobed by autumn's

wanton, whirling... whispered words

- winter's actions clothe

© Debbie Razey 2014

Grandma

You were a lady of such compassion, soul and grace

That did frequent the earth but now is departed for a better place

We were truly privileged and honoured to have known

All the love and dedication that you have, to us, so frequently shown

A lover of nature, music, family and indeed of life

So caring and giving in her roles of daughter, friend, sister, grandma, mother and wife

Your legacy to us is in all the memories that with you, we shared

I hope you know just how much we appreciated you and cared

Oh grandma thank you for all the love and wisdom that you so gently instilled

Our wish for you now is that your soul in heaven be at peace and fulfilled

There are people in this life that bring with them their own illumination in the grey

For your life and its impact we thank the Lord and pray!

© Debbie Razey 2013

A Battle lost

A Battle Lost

Swept straight off her feet
Happy ever after?
"Invincible" love
proved no match for past demons;
his cross... just to hard to bear!

© Debbie Razey 2014

Tragically more British soldiers and veterans took their own lives in 2012 than were killed in battle! :(

#combatPTSD

The Boxes Of Me

No tin file box am I; organised chaos doth better me define

I was once a boxed ballerina but now I spin to my own tune

A treasure chest of dreams was I, but then shipwrecked in fate's blue lagoon

No chic hat box am I; just plain and simple with a smudge of refine

I was once a wine crate full of fizz that later turned to mellow merlot

A matchbox I've been known to be, when passion's fuel struck me so

No safety deposit box am I... I do not worship all that shines

I was once akin to Pandora's box but forgiveness set me free

A trinket box filled with memories am I, as love hath been my key 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Cryptography

Material blockades transcended; surfing waves of ancient subconscious frequency

Cosmic explosions rupture the mirrored illusion

That seen... becomes what will become 

Serpentine Light Slide

Enigma

Pixels 

Source

Love 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Art by Susan Seddon Boulet

Ebola

Living with this as an imminent, daily threat 

Mothers unable to comfort their sick young

No ray of hope; often countries riddled in debt

Ominous... brave doctors their pleas were unsung

Plague of our generation; so few ill will survive 

Quintessential attitude was "it's not our problem"

Reluctant to help, was The West, to save precious lives 

Saturated in grief; it's left whole countries numb 

Traumatised orphans now have no one to care

Ugly truth it could happen to us... Ebola plays fair! 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Love

Love opened up my eyes to the person I wish to be 

Love made me see clearly that my mind is truly free

Love makes the impossible, possible when it is by my side

Love made my challenges sufferable; able to take them in my stride 

Love lifted; cleared the fog of doom that was floating around my head

Love untethered my heart from chains of heavy, loathsome lead

Love added a cherry tint lens to my eyes that before were hued darkly blue 

I was most certainly blind before, not after, I learned to love anew! 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Irregular

I have a triad

of impairments; a square peg

in the "norm's" round hole

Autistic, special... unique 

I'm more than just my label! 

So please be kind as

I find it hard to fit in

I'm irregular...

not symmetrical to you,

but our hearts *are* shaped the same

© Debbie Razey 2014

Learning

I watch my babies 

grow and learn with confidence 

- sunlight of my day 

Original photograph and poem © Debbie Razey 2014

#senryu #micropoetry

Need

Somewhere 

between the edge

of seductive sleep and 

my arousal upon waking,

I search 

for you...

For your

body; heeding

your telepathic call

Tormented by my needfulness, 

I wait...

Inside,

intensity

uncontrollably grows.

I imagine your lips upon me;

your strong

skilful 

masculine hands

clutching hard at my breasts.

Wanton lust pulsates, yearns, consumes 

...my soul

Dreaming

you're inside me

touching parts of me I 

keep hidden safe away... I am

overcome! 

My skin

bristles as I 

moisten into a pool 

of sultry reminiscent bliss

Writhing 

beneath  

silken sheets in

delirious fever, 

pleasure and ecstasy flow. I need..

*you* here! 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Sit with me

Sit with me a while...

Enveloped in Autumn's grace

Let her hues ignite

Your fires of passion within

...let the Phoenix rise again 

 © Debbie Razey 2014 - Violet Moon Poetry

 #micropoetry

If I Were A Tree

If I were a tree, I'd wish to be 

An eclectic amalgamation of several species 

I'd have leaves of sanguine, in the Fall

Like the ancient Sequoia I'd stand majestic and tall

I'd weep my Cherry Blossom in the Spring

Be adorned at Christmas; around me children would sing 

I'd bear fruit aplenty for both mammals and birds

Be as legendary as the Willow; a muse for penned words 

From my boughs; life would hang, grow and perch

I'd be medicinal and hardy to pollution, as is the Silver Birch

I'd cast off the Spinning Jenny and watch her dance

Be as elegant as the Wisteria; the tree symbolic of romance

I'd provide beauty, air, shelter, shade and wood 

Protect and home as many of earth's dwellers as I could

 © Debbie Razey 2014

Mum.... (Written for my children)

There's a tapping at my window

There's a creaking of my door

There's a footstep on the stair

...and Mum I've heard this all before

There's a shadow at my curtains

There's a twitching of my blinds

There's a dulling of my nightlight

...and Mum I'm scared of what I'll find

I know it can't be Santa because it isn't Christmas Eve

I know it can't be the Tooth Fairy because I still have all my teeth

I know it can't be the Dream Keeper because I am still awake

I know it can't be monsters because *I'm six* ...for goodness sake

I feel I'm getting sleepy

I feel my pillow's soft

I feel my eyelids shutting

...and Mum I know it's not Jack Frost

                                            Now Sweetheart settle into slumber

                                            Now Sweetheart sleep away the night

                                            Now Sweetheart cross over into dreamland 

                                             ...so Mr Sandman can regain his flight 

 © Debbie Razey 2014

Steam Punk Girl

She's hybrid; runs off air and steam

With heart so big; demeanour mean 

She takes no shit and stands her ground

Sensual... yet fighting machine 

For breakfast vodka often downed

Her antics often will astound

As she is no walking cliche 

She's smart her ethics are profound

She cares not what gossips will say

Earth's enemies; no qualms she slays 

Her veins infused with blood and oil

Strong ally; she will not betray 

Life's injustice makes her blood boil

Her heart is half ingnition coil

Cares deeply for vulnerable 

In evil deeds she's not embroiled 

So never judge the colourful

However weird; unusual

For she's a friend that we all need

She's in truth rather wonderful! 

 © Debbie Razey 2014

Our Own Private Work Of Art

Intoxicated by your scent

I breathe you deeply in

My head upon your rise and fall

I hear your heartbeat sing

Echoing the love I feel

Your beat and mine collide

Bursting into butterflies

Our love adorns the skies 

Reflecting light within the stars

Your eyes gaze down on me

With smile awash upon your face

You set soaring my soul free

I drink your every detail in 

The chiseled lines which define 

Your skin beneath my fingertips 

Oh how I need you... deep inside 

Not only in the physical sense 

But to frequent my lonely heart

Residing there for the rest of time

Our own private work of art

So when you take me in your arms

And I get lost in you 

I know there is no need to fear

For you're inside me too

 © Debbie Razey 2014