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Be Brave


“Be brave,” said Pooh to Piglet .poohPiglet
“But it’s not so easy to just be brave Pooh. There are so many scary things out there.”
“Oh, I know that friend, I know, so many things, but the world was meant to be a scary place for good reason,” Pooh said, smiling.
“Meant to be scary! That’s not very comforting Pooh, no not all,” Piglet whispered, frightened.
Pooh took Piglet’s hand, “Now, now don’t you worry, I am here and even when I’m not
here I am still here, ” said Pooh, touching Piglet’s chest over his heart.
“Oh!” Piglet exclaimed, surprised.
“I feel it to,” said Piglet
“Feel what?” Pooh asked, getting lost in thought as hungry Pooh bears sometimes do
“You there in my chest, it takes the place of that fear.” Piglet said.
“Well of course, why do you think I am so brave?” Pooh asked.
“Why Pooh, why?”
“Why? Because you are here, in here with me silly,” Pooh chuckled to himself.
“Oh,” Piglet said in wonder, smiling.
“My comfort from my fears will always be you, my bravery from the scary things in life
will be my friendship I found in you. That scary stuff brought us together and that’s
a good thing in the end.”
Pooh took Piglet’s hand and continued their walk down the dark forest path together.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2015

Cracks and Crevasses – A short little horror story


 

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Her leaving was quite sudden.  Her warmth will be missed,  but  my love that I had known for these many years  turned out to be simply a bitch.

Now I sit in this house we once shared…its a big bold hold of a house, with cracks in the walls and crevices in the floor boards that lead to the in between spaces and nowhere.

I would have fixed them all, all those broken pieces left unattended over the years, but now what’s the use.  There really is no call to repair something that only brought me to despair.

Never good enough.  “A hole in the wall, ” was my only gift to her,  she had ever said.

Now gone.

Then they began to come.

Out of all the those holes and cracks they seeped.

The Monsters liked to crawl  from where they laid hidden and nip at me when I turned away.  They are an annoyance, their pestering, their little pains. I have gotten scratched on many a occasion,  a bite mark or two when ever deep asleep or not quite quick enough on my feet at night.

I felt them grinning there in the dark.  I couldn’t  see them in the cold dead spaces of the room as they hid but I knew there was  an upturned lip or a crinkling of the eyes. I felt them there drinking me in.

I tried not to think about  them as I drove to work,  or as I sat at my desk, or went to the bathroom or ate my lunch in the  breakroom. Sometimes, I even thought one or two had hidden in the trunk of my car and came to work with me.  For I felt their presence always….

Its was oppressive.

It hadn’t  always been like this. Once I had been free. No monster nipped, scratched or bit.  For they didn’t exist in my home.  Back then, there were no shadows to hide them. No cold spaces to give them comfort.

I am not sure how they found me. For I sure as hell didn’t let them in. I never asked them to come into my home.  I hate them. All of them and they hate me.

There are so many,   skinny ones, fat ones, ugly ones,  ugly skinny ones, ugly fat ones,  foul smelly ones, red eyed, green eyed, black eyed, no-eyed even. So, so many.

I keep them back.  Even though there are many, they are not very brave, not at all. They may grin from the dark but they cower. They are afraid of me in some  small way.  I have yet to figure out why.

I know they don’t like my boot when I give one or two of them a good kick.  Oh no, they don’t like the boot, not at all. Then I grin back at them and I sense them cowering more.

They are weak little Monsters and I have my big black steel toed boots to keep them at bay. I wear them all the time even in bed. Not in the shower though. That would be silly. I lock the bathroom door tight, remove my boots in a flourish, still laced but loose, enough to slip back on in a flash.

Naked, I jump in the shower, scrub scrub scrub, then out in a moment between a heartbeat  of their indecision to possibly break down the door.  I scramble for my towel, dry off and put on my clothes for the next day, slip into my boots and crawl into bed.

They are not as clever as me. Not by far you see.

Until I wake up and find my legs secured, and tied tightly  to the bed .

Hmmm…my arms won’t move… they seem to be tied at my sides as well. I am all snug, snug, snug

They all are there, perched on my footboard.  Waiting for me to wake up this whole time. They just stare at me, colored eyes shining and no eyes and lifeless and all.

Why do they wait?

Why don’t they  rent, why don’t they tear and rip and claw?

A taloned appendage slips off my  boots and with a clunk they both hit the bedroom floor.

Then the grins began. This time I can see them.  Some toothless, or black and decayed as death,

some mouths with lolling tongues licking lips which drip, milk white saliva which issue a delicate hiss

upon my sheets.

They creep as one …like a low rolling wave they come. Up my body, over my feet, calves and knees…blood seeps, staining the white bed red.

Thighs are on fire as they continue to eat and eat…

All I can do is look on…pain, oh the overwhelming pain, drowns me as the wave of teeth and claws and malice munches me, a wide awake nightmare…of my Monsters finally taking their due.

Darkness falls complete as my eyes are plucked and eaten…how is it that I still live?

My mad mind is all that remains intact.

Until they reach my brains for their final snack.

My mind settles….then drifts…the pain is gone and  I meander in a pool of blood red mist…

Images come,  blurred and dim,  a focus , a purpose coalesces ….

A man sleeps before me angry and mean, fear filled and hopeless as I sit looking through a lit crack into his room and give him a little grin.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

Warrior Woman – A Poem


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Warrior Woman ~

Ah yes, she be a beauty…

never a finer woman did grace the land.

From the tip of the toes to the top of that pretty little head.

Ah yes, she be beautiful indeed.

But you would be mistaken my good sir at trying to take advantage of one such as her

whether in  body, mind or soul,  as she would send all three of yours  straight to hell for the

devil to collect his due.

Flaming  red be the color of her hair,   burning much like her heart that beats in a warm bosom that knows no peace, nor solace in the silence between the madness that is always sure to come after.

Every turn of her blade is poetry…every dance a death sentence to her partner.

Care to be clever, to compel her to be contrite,  or woo her with wicked words

and she shall simply cut your tongue out.

Yet, she hopes, endures for that day,  when a compliment to her nature crosses her well worn path, fights through all her misgivings,  deep protected fears, and wrestles her to the ground, flings her blade from her hand and drives the darkness away.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stockings – Erotic Poem


Stockings.
They are to me what the Eiffel towerthighHighPinup
is to France.
An elegant woman
a beauty,
a romance to find on every street corner,
an adventure to be discovered and sought.
Decadence pervades its corners and its twists and turns
as the night encapsulates deeds not seen
during the day.
All eyes look to the tower, shining.
As do mine to the sheer fabric
that rides over your toes, ankles, up calves
over knees, and thighs….ah to perhaps stop there
if we dare…
Yet some go further still,
Over buttocks and hips
to complete the curved picture all nicely framed.
Seams sometimes ride along her back plane
perhaps Cuban, Havana, Point, or the Manhattan
to name a few.
Whatever the style, all lines travel to that
same heavenly place where man presumes
to travel to get a better view.
I am partial to black, stopping just at mid-thigh
secured snugly with a nice laced garter.
But whether nude, or white, cream colored,
or villainous red.
A stocking, is a stocking, is a stocking my friend.
Try but once to not look upon the tower
as your eyes draw near.
Sooner cut out your eyes to cause the
brain to go against what nature intended.
Her form is a beacon to every breath that you breathe
Her form is a work of art artfully adorned.
Take a look, drink her in.
Smile inwardly, fall from her heights
and know with her and those
stockings you never stood a chance
of escape.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

LIVE Art Auction


Philip Wardlow:

Check out great pieces of Wildlife art to BID on for CHARITY AUCTION…don’t be shy step right up…

Originally posted on Fight for Rhinos:

Bid for their survival! CLICK HERE! Auction ends June 9th at 11:55pm est.

Help us help them!

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Harapan working on painting Harapan, the only Sumatran in the eastern hemisphere, working on his masterpiece.

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The Stairs – Scary gif?


Watch for what’s on the Stairs….

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Cute as a Button –


Cute as a Button ~

 

She is cute as a button but that button is sewed onto the dark lapels of the devil

She’s a handful, a handful of hurt with a side of outrageousness

spilling over onto the floor and making a hell of a mess

for me to clean up.

Cheeky smiling girl,

Oh, what a monkey you are…

Come down from that fucking tree, you are much

too high and the wind is howling

and the bough is ready to break.

Miss dangerous. A big red light blinking.

But would I take her any other way?

That corner, that question mark, that hill

I want to turn it each time, see the  answer revealed

and the top to be reached.

She’s cute as a wicked  little buttondevil button

could ever be.

 

by Philip Wardlow

 

Quote of the Day


“I don’t want her perfect in body, nor perfect in mind or her soul. I just want to meander through the wild that is her and have an adventure” by Philip W.

 

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Nothing Spectacular – A poem


 

 

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She told me she was nothing spectacular
Not special
Hmm..
How could that be.
How Indeed.
For I see nothing but a little beautiful light
Shining
Soooooooooooo brightly
Yet, she takes her little hand
and dims down
down
down
down
Click…til its off.
I don’t mind clicking it back on.
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but it gets rather tiresome
I fucking need to steal that knob after
I have turned it back on
For she captivates
and draws everyone like a moth
to that little blue electric light
Bzz
Bzz
Ah you killed another one.
but they couldn’t handle your heat
SO
Move on…:)

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

Art Auction coming up to support the Rhino


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Hello friends, followers,  do-gooders.  I have a favor to ask of you.

Besides being  a part-time writer I also wear another hat.  That of Vice-President of Operations for Fight for Rhinos.  That is  a self-anointed title I had to apply to myself when signing on to the organization but one I take seriously.  Its my wife who does the real back-breaking work in regards to research, blogging,  networking, fundraising,  and brain storming with other conservationist to help the endangered Rhino from going extinct on this planet and NEVER coming back.

Can you believe it, an animal that has been around for 60 Millions years…basically  a living Fossil, may go extinct in less than 20 years all because its horn is valued more than that of gold.

I think its tragic…to me the possible extinction of the Rhino and I don’t say this lightly is a summation of man’s ignorance, apathy, pride  and arrogance  on this planet.

The earth is big,   YES very big.  But so is our egos to think we can’t hurt it irrevocably.

 

Now this is where my favor comes in.  It’s actually a small favor.

We have organized an Online Art Auction Charity in support of helping out with various on the ground Projects for the Rhino.  I am asking two things of you MY FOLLOWERS….:)

FIRST  –  GO CHECK IT OUT ….!  Its starts June 1st for bidding, but you can check out the pieces right now. Right   HERE .. Some are pretty cool and we still have more pieces from talented artists coming in to add to the collection. Some are high priced and some are low priced but all fairly priced for that artist’s work. There is even a piece of Art done by a Rhino….:)

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SECOND – To garner interest in this Art Auction we are doing a Thunderclap campaign which is set to go BOOM on May 28th three days before  June 1st before the auction to enable us to reach almost a million people or more about the event. Basically the Thunderclap works like this.  You go to the site specifically for our event and click one of three social media sites you wish to broadcast our message through to your followers on that particular day. The three outlets are  Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr  or you can do all THREE! (each one counts separately)  thunderclaplogo

We have a  goal of getting 250 people to sign up . RIGHT NOW we are at about 150 people….  We really need those other 100 people to make this work…..SO Please  ( I am now on my knees)  sign on to our THUNDERCLAP…it actually only takes a second to click it  and is completely safe btw regarding security and privacy.

Thank you very much.  I hope you take the time over this long weekend to help us out and the Rhino as well… :)

 

P.S I believe the Rhino is a Unicorn…a fat one but a Unicorn…:)

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