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 Sep 2017 Timothy Ward
Anderson M
To predominantly think metaphorically
is an ideal unlike any other.
One ends up being nestled
in expanses of splendor and wonder
that outstrip any literal shortcomings.
 Sep 2017 Timothy Ward
Anderson M
When we first met
It’s like the sun had
Risen and it wouldn’t set
We were awake in mad
Feeling for each other
And all day and night
We would smother
Each other with light
Kisses and a myriad pecks
On cheeks despite living
In the sticks
Nevertheless we weren’t a trifling
Couple, we were the whole world
In each other’s eyes, and that’s joyfully sad.
Now,well...maybe we get too much under each other's skins
 Sep 2017 Timothy Ward
Anderson M
Put your head on my shoulder dear one
Pass on your sorrows so I deal them a stern
Blow whilst I flood your recesses and core
With raw emotion, careful not to leave you sore.
This point in time let our emotional sustenance
Be steeped in basic animalistic instincts, a chance
To plunge into oceans of ecstasy as we expunge
All lead heavy anxieties and deal them deathly revenge
For leeching, gnawing and rendering our souls restless.
Let your grace be poised astride yourself, be listless
And let your sensitivity be revved up to staggering proportion.
We are amateurs when it comes to the excesses of emotion
Be that as it may, here and now we’ll go down in history
As having in exquisite detail captured a great emotional story.
Intoxicated with so much feeling the only recourse is finding a suitable outlet.
 Sep 2017 Timothy Ward
Anderson M
When a loved one’s sickly
All household’s affected thickly
Suffering in unison, well-wishing
For quick recovery, busy as bees pampering
And showering them with love and affection.
The fluctuation in complexion
Is met with mounting concern
And all efforts are expended to discern
The crux of the medical conundrum
At hand even if it means trying to charm
The supernatural forces that be
To intervene to assist with the sore reality.
A need to look inward
Can’t be sidestepped much less ignored.
love for family.
 Sep 2017 Timothy Ward
Anderson M
I am air
I am everywhere
Human beings and other animals do try to stare
See me they don’t, I am invisible, invincible not susceptible to wear and tear
I am every thing to life, a truth easy to bear
It does feel heavy on my scrawny shoulders though, no one does care
I soldier on day in day out as life is a dare
Its very essence is strife and one has to fare
Well against all odds, what a nightmare.
even air,untouchable by the hand of inconvenience
does feel anxious about it's own existence.
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