Featured Poet - Alan Raw

MINIATURE LOVE

Morning rays,

love the ways

your stream plays

with the bizarre yoke stoke

of my cigar smoke.

My glassy outlook ajar

but not afar,

as the outside breeze

plays with translucence’s ease.

You little flirt, are you teasing me

or is that just the wonder of physical mystery.



HOPE IN A THIMBLE

In amongst personal lines of thought

Our persisted lives are often caught

By making a difference

Of just a few pence

Drop to a rise in circumstance

By leaping to a gift, perchance

A Release from delicate slavery

With a glimpse of inner bravery

To follow the path we own ourselves

Placing new excitement where delved

FINGERS ON EDGES

My stability of fragility can creep a steep keep

From my weeping leaping up gigantic frantic heaps

Of fluidic cryptic phrases in dazes of fore lore

My capture of stature does maze even more raw



BEER

He gave away his Life,

Through anonymous strife.

Only for the good of the planet

A soul self abuse habit.

Now a mere shadow of a man

Reflected in a beer can ...



DEPRESSION IN A SESSION

How wide is my pride

As I stray inside

Am I introverted

From when it hurted

Time spent all alone

Placing on my own throne

Better to high a crown

Than wear a frown

Bipolar all the way

Trying to win through play

Feeling a need for cleaning

And a life with more meaning

WISPS OF THOUGHT

Each spin unique but dredged

Mono-events sometimes pledged

Striving still to find the man

The one that can see a plan

Seeing, doing apart it seems

The difference you see in dreams

Reality to find, to hold

To prise, to unfold