Chocolate

Dip

Sip...

from tip

Choc..o..late

Lick 

...my lips

Tongue flips 

Tease...  

...swirl

delicate

Take my time

taste divine...

adulate

Dip  Sip  Twirl 

I enslave

with...

Choc..o..late

 ©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.

Enlightenment

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.

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

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 

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

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 

Belong

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, but 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, 

glistening, 

glittering jewels 

Crimson cheeks and cold violet nose... 

violently painted;

vibrant brushstrokes of the biting breeze,

leave a blushing

almost

...bruise

Silently... 

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, 

never

...forget  

The wailing winds,

fill my ears as they echo

...eerily

all around me 

Crisp white snow 

underfoot, 

sings out its stark, 

staccato song

I watch as everything before me is iced in fine, 

fanciful icing sugar

Coated in winter's ashen... 

aesthetic... 

majestic... 

mesmerising...

fairy-dust

my first taste of winter's

stunning, 

...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.

Tangerine Dreams

From gramophone starfish and sirens rise

They float drift free on tangerine lit waves

Towards the moon through Wendy’s window eyes 

Turtle salutes with rainbow wayward gaze

For he has seen from shell the world evolve 

Mosaic blasts of planets in his eyes 

In starfish beats and siren wails dissolves 

Beyond my sight he plods in ink spilled skies  

Neath bone skull moon suspends the mobile stars 

Entrancing tune hypnotic sight spins on   

Forever lost am I with anchored heart 

Both babies hands and broken hearts reach long 

Where are you now my Peter Pan dual heart?  

With glowworm thread can I be stitched... restart? 

 ©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Drunken Syllables

Drunken syllables dance before me 

Drunken syllables weave 

Drunken syllables, they prance disorderly 

Drunken... they deceive

You may think a poem’s fragile 

You may think it sweet 

You may think a meter docile 

Syllables... in their seats 

But when a line refuses, 

is hostile 

That’s when rhythm 

...retreats

Drunken syllables march disobediently 

Drunken... two left feet

You may think a word is just a word 

Letters threaded neat 

But beneath a word’s ink-glossed coat 

Syllables you will meet 

Nameless sounds, linked Stickle Bricks

Guttural croaks...

”incompletes”

...discrete 

Drunken syllables dance before me 

Drunken syllables weave 

Drunken syllables, they prance disorderly 

Drunken... they deceive

As a Poet it can be a battle 

To make the verses flow 

Trying to rhyme and not just prattle  

Making words chime... just so  

As syllables are tricky 

characters 

Hard to tackle 

...control

Drunken syllables, they jeer heedlessly  

Drunken syllables take their toll

As they will not stand identical 

Will not stand up tall

They won’t line up symmetrical

They won’t conform at all

Trip higgledy piggledy,

dropping feet

Drunk syllables 

...fall

Drunken syllables dance before me 

Drunken syllables weave 

Drunken syllables, the bane of poetry 

Drunken... their mischief 

©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry

Stolen Moment

Back door

kisses beneath 

the stars; semi naked 

in your arms as our smoke spirals plume

...melding

Eyes fixed

betwixt; moon filled 

kisses famished; just to breathe 

as hands trace outlines cast in skin 

...shining  

Cold stone

door frame, climbing

limbs stretch, entwined, twisting vines;

moans purr... echoes into the skies

above

Your hand, 

I take; lead you

down to orchard’s lush ground

where trees with us sway... blossoming 

our love 

Biting

cold air, our hands

guiding iced ecstasy; 

our sensations elevating

...crescent  

Mouths dance,

break free; glide down 

passion’s epiphany

...ravenously taste each other’s 

essence

Heartbeats;

bare thighs collide

as you dive into my

yearning pool of deep elixir’s

...wanting

Inside 

of me your love 

breathes; fills endless longing, 

reaching summits we come undone 

...flowing

Wrapped in 

darkling, we sigh

glistening; dissolving 

into the velveteen night sky

...as one 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry