Dream ceased

I have not lost you
as your heart was never mine
dreams cease.. heart left void

Debbie Razey 2014

#senryu

Time to break Free!

I want to get off, step free from this nonsense; the rotating fakery of life's ostentatious carousel 

The to do lists, the pay by dates and especially from the "...it's what's expected"

The cruel serpentine stigmas of life, that sinuously engulf us and crush our chances dead!

Who, after all, decided upon what is classed as great achievement; who allotted them?

It seems to matter not, how busy we busy ourselves; the outcome it appears is transparently assured

We create for ourselves only more chaos, more menial chores, more futile goals and, ironically, more that needs to be done!

Somewhere along the line we have been duped into thinking that we can buy ourselves freedom from this oppressive cantankerous fate

That money can buy us a Get out of Jail Free card but the web of financial security spun, only proves to imprison us the diligent spiders

As all we think we need and want is all we have become; an empty vehicle heading towards success, never reaching its destination

We have become so obsessed over striving for success, that I fear we have lost the ability to recognise it even when achieved

When did we stop appreciating that money is merely paper; we can't eat or drink it!

Money doesn't keep us safe and it can't cure the Big C!

Bank notes are merely a mirage, an 'I owe you'; nothing has in actuality been truely given or exchanged

How can the whole world be in debt; from whom did the world borrow and who do we owe to?

The tragedy, it would appear, is that we borrow from ourselves - a thing far more rich in value; time!

The time of our youth, time with loved ones, time to be ourselves, time we otherwise may have pursued and realised our dreams

Hence it's time to escape, to run like the wind; like stallions freed at last from from this insane merry go round of deceit 

This facade, smokescreen of a reality, is just a fairground, the government the carnival, the politicians a lurid Punch and Judy show

We have regressed, not developed; we have forgotten the true meaning of life

We've been swept up by this elaborate pantomime 

We've sold out to live in Legoville; entombed ourselves within four walls!

It is time to break free; it is time to leave this circus behind! 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Let Love Reign

We all have blood 

running through our veins

None of us are immune from pain

We all get cuts and bleed out red

We all have loved ones who are dead

We are all made up of bones and skin 

We all have had a mother, father and kin

We are all  born and will one day die

We all frequent this earth 

under the same majestic sky 

We all think, dream, feel joy and tragedy 

We all have rights to our

beliefs and to remain free

We all have the need to love,

communicate and share

We are all born with the capabilities 

to be kind, empathise and care

We are not so different, 

you, me, he and she

We are all collectively a 'we'

The same

...all to blame

Please...let LOVE reign

© Debbie Razey  2014 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Monsters (haiku)

'monster' dreams wake me

but this time they're my daughter's

- history repeats

Debbie Razey 2014 

Gypsy Roseanne

Gypsy Roseanne 

Roseanne, a gypsy born and bred
Her mammy, daddy long since dead
She'd fled the other travellers
When they'd arranged for her to wed


Wise, psychic like her grandmothers
Sought from the occult her answers
Tarot, Palmistry, Crystal Ball
Wild with wanderlust; a rambler


Ebony hair, slender and tall
Sanguine lips; to their knees they'd fall
Olive skin, melanite eyes
Curvaceous figure, wrapped in shawl


Her journey guided by the skies
Each destination a surprise
Vardo the only home she knew
Her Shire horse was her only tie


Witnessed the seasons every hue
From driving seat took in the views
She'd had her share of dalliance
To love she'd always bid adieu


Elusive aura; chatoyant
Revelled in Nature's ambience
Her days were few but filled with joy
She understood...life was transient

© Debbie Razey 2014

 

Night Anonymity

Oh how I love the night's sweet serenity

Peace and tranquillity that soothes...heals my soul

How sounds take on clarity; echoes...ticks...chimes

Every footstep more pronounced; clear...church bell tolls

How its velvet, ebony hues comfort

Shrouds me...affords me anonymity

Electric light and moonlight sparkle things anew

Self awareness felt intrinsically...

As the day ends...then begins...too soon

© Debbie Razey 2014 

Bars (senryu)

with my memories
that the bars cannot contain
- love's fluidity

 

Debbie Razey 2014

 

Photo Haiku by Shashi S

 

 

Lunacy

masked for protection
against air not fit to breathe
- lunacy prevails

 

Debbie Razey 2014

 

 

Night Fantasy

Deep beneath the tranquil waters

there reflects a depth of stars 

The ambient moon illuminates

the night's elusive promise

As the day's heat resonates 

in my pulsating, throbbing veins;

constellations dance in moonlight, 

merge, to depict your handsome face

Beckoning me into your arms,

coerced by the lake's cool breeze 

The owl's primal, mesmerising call

envelops my wanton... needs

© Debbie Razey 2014

Colour of dreams (haiku)

the colour of dreams

sparkling, dazzling, vibrant hues

- transcends skin spectrum 

Debbie Razey 2014 

Primal Duet

Tonight they were both touched, clapped by wild thunder

Lightning relentlessly struck in their passion's wake

Riding together through the endless twilight fever

Intoxicated by the heather's sweet sensual scent

Enveloped in the mist's thick blanket, gifted from the loch

The mountains returned echoes of their love's primal duet

Their jewelled skin glistened, pooled in the moonlight

Electrified, their spirits transcending the physical realm

Time froze in that moment, lying beneath the majestic sky

Sweet surrender to ecstasy cascading through their souls 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Tiger's Eye Sky

As she embarks upon the endless 

amber hills of parched meadow grass

She feels protected beneath 

the quartz crystal - tiger's eye sky

Like the distant gentle ferns meandering 

exquisitely against the violet fells

The hardy, diaphanous dandelion seed 

carried upon the mercy of the wayward breeze

She knows... that she too will survive.

  

© Debbie Razey 2014

My Prayer

I find it ironic that we build places in which to worship,

when it is within nature that I find God, our great creator

I worship in his temples, crafted with such love and perfection; 

our majestic natural world, in my uniquely tailored flesh

I hear the ancient trees whisper their hymns and psalms of love and peace

I see life cycles all around me; wax and wane as does the moon

I feel love's clear vibration, the energy given and received

I smell the fruit bushes and trees, the honey and the salt of the sea

I hear birds rejoice in song of beauty that's bestowed upon us

I see nurturing, care and empathy given within all life

I feel protected by the caves, mountains; the shade of the forest

I smell fertile soil which feeds vegetation and which then feeds me

I hear the rain, its rhythm echoes the heartbeat of all living things

I see compassion and love's light twinkle in the eyes of their souls

I feel the air, the sun, kiss and caress my skin; restoring health

I smell timber burning, providing us warmth as the nights draw in

I see no need for walls and a roof as they block out the sky's grace

I'm christened by nature's pure waters; the light of the sun and moon 

I take my communion from the plethora of food provided

My prayer for all - 'Feel love's vibration and of life's bounty share.'

 

Candy Floss clouds (haiku)

pink tinged serene sky

awash with candy floss clouds

- summer day's encore 

Debbie Razey 2014 

Ripples (haiku)

ripples cast with love

expand hence eternally

- the circle of life

Debbie Razey 2014

Ripples (micro-poetry)

Drowning (micro-poetry)

The Return

From her
slumber she feels
awakened...or is this
her habitual lucid dream   
once more
The moon
beckons...pulls her
as if she is the tide   
Sound resonates within her core
being
She's not
afraid... she knew
someday they would return   
She's always known...to them she must   
succumb

Debbie Razey 2014

 

 

Super men (haiku)

real 'super' men 

need no uniform with cape

- often the unseen  

Debbie Razey 201

Sunrise

sunrise paints the sky 

with hues of a new day's hope

- the darkness conquered 

© Debbie Razey 2014

Boy in the broken mirror!

Old boy in a  broken mirror

Staring back at me

Wondering what he's thinking

Wondering what he sees

Someone I have never met

Somewhere far overseas

He spoke to me straight from his heart;

He spoke of breaking free

From the confines of his own mind

Of which I can relate

From the bitter edge of despair

To a place where he feels safe

He's teetering on the edge of sanity

He's fighting for his life

I want to wrap him in my arms

Glue the fragments of his soul

Make up the jigsaw that is his heart

Shield him...until he's once again whole

Debbie Razey 2014

 

Songbird

what is song to me

is a squawk to another

- perspectives define

Debbie Razey 2014