SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 21, ANOTHER NEW POEM, 1ST DRAFT "A REFLECTION ON A HARVEST MOON" Saturday night during the rain Early in Autumn when we are not ready For Summer to be finished without A friend for a supper to say farewell By way of the early Harvest Moon As it speaks to us of what has brought us To this time of the year when she is full And we can lay back with our love Naked and full as we celebrate the bounty Of the seasons and our love joined as one. - Tim Ward, At Barnes & Noble Johns Hopkins Bookstore, 7;18 pm, Saturday, September 21, 2013

"A REFLECTION ON A HARVEST MOON"

Saturday night during the rain
Early in Autumn when we are not ready
For Summer to be finished without
A friend for a supper to say farewell
By way of the early Harvest Moon
As it speaks to us of what has brought us
To this time of the year when she is full
And we can lay back with our love
Naked and full as we celebrate the bounty
Of the seasons and our love joined as one.

- Tim Ward, At Barnes & Noble Johns Hopkins Bookstore, 7;18 pm, Saturday, September 21, 2013

TWO NEW POEMS ON SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 21...1ST DRAFTS

"Other Than That, I Love You"

I like you a lot and other than that
What I would like to say, love to say,
Like to tell you are many things about
How much you mean to me simply
Because you take the time to listen,
You smile when you talk and always,
Always remember what we last spoke of
And have something positive to offer
What i would like to know is do you
Believe that a guy like me starting over,
Might I be that man you are looking for?


~~~~~ and ~~~~~

"ROSES GAVE ME THE BLUES"

Roses are nice, red or any color
But they are a drag to deliver
The minimum wage and your tip
Just do not make up for my long walks
to the internal office of the boring office building
Where all of your co-workers yell, mine, mine, mine
They even answer yes to your name
Or offer to keep them on their desk
Because you and your boyfriend took the day off
While the poor schmuck, husband, lover, significant other
Sent flowers and you were called out to a meeting suddenly
Which held up about as long as the fragrance and kisses
That he left behind because you did not care enough to plan
The sweet lies that could have kept your rent-check going
For an anniversary that I delivered flowers from a different guy
The next year and subsequent years after that
And did I mention I am glad I lost that job?

- Tim Ward, at Barnes & Noble Johns Hopkins Bookstore, 6:05 Saturday, September 21, 2013

Another New Poem, Monday September 16, 2013

"I Love You And"

I love you and
Writing these poems of sorts
and other sorts and stories
Prolly might mean I am not
Going to write that love poem,
the one that only you shall know
It is all about you, it could only be
About you because
I love you more than anything else
And I would never hide
My deep, passionate abiding love
For you inside an ordinary poem
That only said I love life and am happy,
I am happy, I am happy, I am happy -
I am happy that you are inside my life
And one day I shall write a poem and
I shall put you inside the poem in the best places,
The places that say I love you and am happy and
I may end the poem also saying I love you
Because I want you to be everywhere when I look and say
I love you.

new poem...... - tim ward, and I felt like putting the 1st draft here on facebook on Monday, September 26, 2013 @ 2:51 because I told my therapist I was going to be happy and write a love poem and here it is and I am happy and AI hope this helps you be happy also, thank You for reading..., Tim Ward Baltimore Poet-Writer

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New Post, New Lil' Ditty Poem, September 16

__________ "So go do fug'gin somethin'" _____

just sittin' and get`in a bit old, ha!
my doin' both the sittin' and the get`in
`cause you see if you wan'na stop get`in
old then you just plain got'ta start
get`in something and that's how
to stop bein' old
or-at-least-if`ya do-it-fast`nuff
you'll die doin' somethin'ya wan'na
do before
ya get old or get dead`n'can't-do
so go do fug'gin somethin'
and' stop`yer not doin' nothin!

thoughts on what I am gon'na do right after the aneurysm surgery
- tim ward, Monday, september 16, 2013 @ 2:34 PM, Tavern on the Hill Mount Vernon

SEPTEMBER 14, SOCIAL MEDIA AS FRIENDSHIP & CORRESPONDENCE

I have very amazing friends. Many of us have never met in the physical world. This venue, facebook, is not the virtual make-believe world that some folks declaim it as. I have come to regard our correspondence as one of the most valued aspects of my life. A current best budrow was met and a beautiful friendship made that has evolved to one of those most cherished life experiences that are so rare to come by. I thank you all for the well wishes during my medical adventures and look forward to our continued forays into all manner of friendship and the pleasures this brings to our lives..., Tim Ward Baltimore Poet-Writer

1966 Un-released "Just Like Me" - Joni Mitchell

I do not believe I have ever heard this one before. It certainly speaks to me as an anthem yet I can only imagine having heard or read of it. It is plain and simple enough to say it is good and it is beautiful:

"JUST LIKE ME"

He's so independent
He acts like he couldn't care less for us all
He's someone's descendent
Their child
But he'll never acknowledge their call
He's afraid to be loved
And I know he's afraid not to be
And he'll laugh and he'll cry
and someday he'll die
Just like me

Just like me
He's settling a score
With a world
That wants a reason
Every time you turn around
Just like me
He's looking for a door
Standing open, saying welcome
Come and lay your troubles down
Just like me

He'll drop his pretenses
You'll see through the stone to the heart of the man
But the moment he senses you've seen him
He'll leave you as fast as he can
He'll return to his shadows
Where no one can look in and see
And he'll wake in the night
And he'll cry like a child
Just like me

Just like me
He's settling a score
With a world that wants a reason
Every time you turn around
Just like me
He's looking for a door
Standing open, saying welcome
Come and lay your troubles down
Just like me

I've seen him look hungry for someone
To tell him "You're doing just fine"
The songs that he's sung me
Have loneliness woven between every line
With no strings to hold him
I guess he could call himself free
Yes, he's free to be empty and lonely and wrong
Just like me

Just like me
He's settling a score
With a world that wants a reason
Every time you turn around
Just like me
He's looking for a door
Standing open, saying welcome
Come and lay your troubles down
Just like me