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