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October – A Poem



October ~

Warms winds turn cold…
as the leaves turn a
bright gold,
then fall.

Wind and Leaf comingle
and do a dance
under a harvest moon
while everyone sleeps.

The old magic has returned

Can you feel it?

A crackle of electricity in
the air flows, as a tingle
draws the hair
away from skin.

Breathe it in….all the dark
sins, laid dormant
come up from their slumber
for their is unrest in them

Dare you walk the night?

Things lurk you know.
Eyes open, grins wide
Waiting in the woods for
you to simply walk
on by.

Your heart feels the thrill
Its a knowing, deeper than
a dried out old well,

October, one of my best friends
has finally come home.

by Philip Wardlow 2015

“Get busy living or get busy dying”

“Get busy living or get busy dying”  – quote from Shawshank Redemption
One of my favorite characters in a movie said that…
How many of us have held back?
All because of some fear.
Nothing more, nothing less
Fear of the unknown, of failing, of not fitting in,
Playing the fool
Not looking cool.
Not being the smartest one in the group
with nothing to lend to the conversation
worthwhile in your own eyes.
Living for them
Living for something that might never come
Passions pushed so far down
that you don’t even know that they
are there.
Desires wrapped tight and buried in the backyard.
Dig them up…
Take your shovel
and go searching for those lost
treasures you think
you seemed to have forgotten about.
Its never too late
to find those riches that
were yours to possess
and spend on your self
in the first place.
To luxuriate in like a
King or a Queen.
Fuck the what-ifs and the unknowns
and the people rolling their eyes
as they see you walk in the room.
Fuck it all.
Because its you,
and that you
only has one life to live
and its yours.
by Philip Wardlow 2015 

They Call Her

They call her~falling-leaves-in-autumn


They call her autumn
because she
wraps around you
like a flurry of golden leaves
in a whirlwind

You WILL fall for her
simply because her
violent nature demands it
commands it.

A Tempest,
a wild child
which rides lightening
and flashes a grin that
fucking drives you
to your knees

Just try and stand against
the forces within her
and you will be taught
a cruel lesson about
natures full fury
once unleashed.

But autumn she is a beauty
a conundrum
a magical journey
if you be so bold to take it

Be you so bold?
To capture the surreal
and hold it close

Could you ever be so lucky?




by Philip Wardlow 2015

Far Away…..


Far Away ~



In a distant land I travel…

new sounds, new smells, new vistas

to grab the eye…to capture the heart anew

Yet the sun is same, the heat, its  glow,

The moon as it hangs like a bright bauble on a peg in the dark.

all its phases and it meanderings across the sky

the same.

This land, these people, these animals

they are not.

A new mystery, a new way of thinking to be discovered.

Yet the sand feels the same as I grab a fistful of it

and let it run on the wind.

There is an ancient history in it..

you can feel it in each grain that flies

through my fingers to be scattered

to the four corners.

Perhaps a grain will be captured on a thermal updraft,

and reach  heights to carry it across the globe

to  home.

To settle gently at your feet.

In silent company with you.



by Philip Wardlow 2015




Going on a Trip !


This trip has been  long in the planning…..

Leaving out this  Saturday ,Sept 5th  Flying into  Johannesburg in South Africa,  and traveling to various  Game Reserves…and  Animal Conservancies…

My wife and I run the Non-Profit Organization,  Fight For Rhinos,  and this trip will be part fact finding and meetings and   FUN!   Of course…

So we are definitely looking forward to learning and experiencing new things…..

Hope to bring to back stories and pictures and be inspired in my writing and poetry on here as well…


Let Go



Let go
Two simple words
yet as complex
a phrase as you
will ever hear

Give over
Give in
Just submit

To Life
To Me
To Change
To Everything

While opening your mind
to the darkness inside
and letting the night take you
where it will

Fear dissolves,
replaced with a surety of a soul
that has always
resided in you.

by Philip Wardlow 2015

A laugh, a smile and those sad eyes

A laugh, a smile and those sad eyes ~


It’s full
its vibrant
its like the tinkling
of a beautiful sonorous
bell which vibrates
down to the core of my soul
as I laze atop
a high grassy knoll at

Full lips, upturned into
an infectious curl of cuteness
catching a full wide grin
upon cheeks bursting with
an energy all directed at me.
Any pretty picture pales
next to the scene she sets.

I can’t swim
not into her
for she is fathomless.
Her look pulls me down,
the weight
for she wants to be seen..
Known for what she is.

Her depths are deeper than most
dark depths…of pain,,and remorse
love and loss.
Currents pull ever onward
on and on
I flow
into her
It cannot be fought
you just have to let
go and float
and flow
into her,
and her sad eyes



by Philip Wardlow 2015

Quote of the day

“There is an untapped beauty in her just waiting to flow. You just have to simply approach her at the right time with the right care, and tap…”  by  Me








Bite Bite – Dare I say it would be a good rock song….:)

Grin, grin

Cheshire cat….grin, grin.

Flashing canines…lets begin….


Take a bite…I know what you like.bite

Little Monster…creeping my skin

Tongue flicks…oh you know what I like

Bite Bite!

Little one….oh it’s only just begun

to get real…

Eyes looking at me with intent

to kill

Eyes looking at me with passion

yet to be fulfilled

I’ll take you there my friend

I’ll take you there, just

give me a bite.

And we’ll move on from there

Just a nibble…a nom nom

To get me to come

to you and show you

some fun

Bite Bite


My Little one.












Shark Shark!


I know I am bait
on the deep dark blue
I paddle and wait
I splash…intentionally
I cut my calf to bleed
a bloody trail
on the currents that carry me
Never a warning given
I fly
air is my only friend for the moment
as I descend
I know it will return…
shortly..very shortly.
For it has plunged,
to rise …rise… rise
right underneath.
To finish its meal.
I can’t see, I can’t see
below into this bloody
dim sea.
But it’s there rising fast.
It’s there.
Rising to meet

by Philip Wardlow 2015


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