Timothy Ward

Oct 2016

Michael Murphy

When I was eight
At the park

Playing football
Getting dark

Older kids
Stole our ball

I can't stand bullies
Not at all

Then out of the blue
Three more kids appear

Did I mention they're black
So now I felt fear

But to my surprise, they said
Give the ball back!

What's going on?
I thought they were black

This confused my young mind
From all I was told

Stay away from the blacks
Or you'll never grow old

That one little act
Fifty years ago now

Changed the way I see color
Changed my vision and how

Today I was out
With my eight year old son

God, how I love him
We're having such fun

Then I see someone starring
No, it's more like a glare

I can't be that ugly
It must be my hair

Then an old thought creeps in
From way, way, way, back

She's glaring at us cause
I'm white, and he's black

So my prayer for this world
And I hope you don't mind

Is the day we can say
We're all color blind!

Amen

All true!

#love

Timothy Ward Oct 2016

May I

may i
please
hold your hand
and walk
with you
in the quiet
comfort
of a silent
peace

My most romantic moments are silent walks at Pismo Beach where you can often find me surfin in summer. A lover on my hand with nary a word spoken save the sound of surf and the incessant sea gulls and shore life is joyous to me at least.

#peace #romantic #intimate

Oct 2016

ryn

Save It

I don't seek your permission...
To write about the what, why and how.
It could be a haiku or come in the shape of a cow.

I don't need your approval...
When I don't sound the least bit poetic...
In my mismatched metaphors or ill-rhymed acrostic.

I'm not asking for your blessing...
When I pen down and put up what I think...
Be it in cloying cliches or in tear drenched ink.

I don't crave for your understanding...
When my 10 word poems weren't filtered through your poetic lens,
Or if my contributions in collaborations lack in sense.

I don't hope for your likes...
If my content does not tickle your fancy,
Or if my words just rubs you silly.

I mean no disrespect...
But don't be too quick to click on the 'comment' button.
Private messaging has been put there for a reason.

I don't mean to cramp your style...*
You're entitled to your own opinions of course...
But if you've got nothing good to say, please save it and shove it up yours.

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This is a peaceful community, almost sacred to many. All bearing a heart (hale or ailing) are welcome to spill their ink... Regardless of writing experience or poetic prowess.

Bear in mind that people write for various reasons. Some are really good at it, some are just barely starting. Some ask for feedback, some just want an outlet.

So... Be nice. Use the private messaging feature if you really need to offload your thoughts on another's text offering.

Respect and be respected.
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#respect #hellopoetry107 #commentwisely

Timothy Ward Oct 2016

Radicals (haiku)

fear not radicals
as we break bread together
we hunger as one

It is difficult to spill the blood of someone you have shared a meal

#breaking #bread

Timothy Ward Oct 2016

Adonistic Beliefs

"I"
My mind
The creator
Of unachievable
Adonistic beliefs
Goes hammer and tongs
As an angry blacksmith
Fragmenting further
What was once
Beautiful
Innocent
Whole

Humility is such a rare element. The campus and surfer communities are so full of chest pounding ego pumping Neanderthals I often wonder if they ever started innocent too?!! Of course they did!

#humble #**** #sapien

Timothy Ward Oct 2016

Note To Self

in pain
relief
in frailty
strength
in fear
courage
in loss
release
in grief
gratitude
in acceptance
love

All too often I find myself looking outside for strength validation and support when a little self reflection can be a lot more sustainable. This poem is a reminder to myself to keep it simple.

#introspection

Timothy Ward Oct 2016

Sweetest Of Memories

I am
Grateful
For the gifts
We shared
Of ourselves
With each other
I shall
Choose
To remember
Only
The sweetest
Of memories
Now

...and I begin the painful process of closing a chapter on someone who walked out on me then wanted to walk back in again. I was angry briefly but now I'm just disappointed- clearly age does not equal maturity for some!

#boundaries