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Timothy Ward Jul 2020
Quiet silent
Masked n senseless
Covid marches
On relentless

Matters not
We’re friend or foe
Destroyed are all
Of “Jericho”

Six-fifty thousand
Dead to date
And yet no sign
This will abate

To mask - or not
Is grounds to fight?
When Covid kills
All weak n slight

We’re dying today
At one-a-minute
Desperate for a
Silver bullet

Perhaps we are
But chimpanzees
Just a tad less
Fancy free!
Back after a looong hiatus:))
  Nov 2019 Timothy Ward
Force not,
the coming of the ink.

Judge not,
what you feel and think.


Then put nib to paper
and make your mark.

Let what flows
be brazen and stark.
  Nov 2019 Timothy Ward
Open mind

but closed doors.

Take my breath.

And make it yours.

  Nov 2019 Timothy Ward
Cut me loose

     from these strings

          that bind.

So I might again

     exercise the freedom

          of mind.

  Apr 2019 Timothy Ward
What he didn’t say
with voice,
he spoke clearly
with tears
that never left

his eyes.

  Oct 2017 Timothy Ward
Those who believe that
words cannot ****
have never read
the Second
or witnessed the blood it has spilled.
There is only one "death sentence" prescribed by the American Constitution, and it is this: "A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed."
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