“I’m not a pessimist, optimist, idealist, nor a realist, I am just caught between waking and sleep as I wish to mingle my dreams in truth ” – by me Philip Wardlow 🙂
Monthly Archives: October 2014
The Devil is Dealt – A poem
The Devil is Dealt –
So, I say.
Let the Devil show his face
I know him well but it doesn’t
mean we are friends.
He doesn’t watch my house when
I am on vacation, or babysit
my kids.
Sure, we share a drink and a laugh
about that crazy neighbor down
the street.
But he’s not my buddy.
He can be a little needy at times
ya know.
Always in my face as I go to get
the mail and wanting to talk,
looking at me over the fence,
wanting to borrow my weed-wacker
and never returning it.
But I tolerate him,
I guess I feel sorry for him.
He has no family to speak of, I see no friends
come to visit.
He just sits on the porch and mumbles
to himself late at night
smoking that damn cigar.
I guess I see a little myself in him
but it’s time to cut him
off.
Else he’ll just keep coming
around more often.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
Fireball!
Life is about dodging and jumping…..jabbing and grabbing….lip smacking that delicious girl that twinkles an eye your way…
So don’t stay complacent…get in the game…let it be fun….that run…that breath you take….that adrenaline which courses….that
chance you throw to the wind….as you try to fly like other men.
Just me – A poem
Just Me-
I dibble and I dabble
leap like a Lemur and laze around like a Lion…
I run like a fox and find my friends in the dark forest .
The shadows wrap around me and I call them home…
my passions run deep down many avenues you wouldn’t care to drive I’m sure..
I will smile as you smile…laugh as you laugh…
life is meant to be spent…
not jingled and jangled in the pocket all day long.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
Being Human – A Poem
Being Human-
I am confused but not confused
I have clarity
In all things
But I am muddled
In all things big
That really
Matter
And what matters?
Really?
You say THAT matters
He says THIS matters.
She says I matter.
We say WE matter.
When no one does
And everyone should.
Ping…..PONG!
Bounce…Bounce….Bounce
Mr. Ball.
And get struck hard with the paddle
Back to the other side
WHAT?
YOU cannot hide
Because that paddles a coming
SMACK!
So….Just…Well…Um…Okay.
That about sums
us up.
By Philip Wardlow 2014
My Beautiful Dead Girl – A Poem
An oldie but a goodie and appropriate for October…:)
Haunted eyes
wrapped in misery.
You are already dead,
so why should you feel pain?
Pain is your purgatory
little girl, a grand gift
from scales that can never
be balanced in your favor.
Haunted eyes they may be,
but I see defiance, strength,
lingering deep, always
ready to rise to the surface.
Never did death look so beautiful
A perfection in form chiseled
from stone beaten up and torn
down by the elements.
You wear your cloak well,
dark and tear stained, wrapped
tight around a body that
still flies free.
You are my beautiful dead girl.
with cold hands clenching tight around
a warm heart
that beats just for you.
by Philip Wardlow
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