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Monthly Archives: March 2015
What I See ~ An erotic Poem
What I See ~
She’s a colorful tapestry
overlaid in glass
framed in rigid steel
laid gently
upon my bed.
I don’t know what to make of her.
but I know very well
what I wish
to do to her.
She’s pure sex….
bottled and stoppered,
all I need do is
pull the cork
and she will flow over me
to fill in my every niche
of need that dwells
within.
She is strong,
resilient, quiet
and purposeful
She has many needs
herself,
deep as a well
and as dark.
but her colors
are bright
and they attract.
Oh that poor moth to the flame.
He never stood a chance.
Yet, I trace each piece of her
as she lies there
from azure blue, to crimson red.
to the delicate pinkish
hues that only a
gentleman like me
is allowed to see.
Her heat is inviting
I am not burned
for it matches my own
and it grows and grows.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Figuring it out…..
Fencing – A hobby of mine besides my writing….
“In Fencing you die a thousand deaths before you start to get good…” by Philip Wardlow
Strange but True? The 300 Million Old Screw
As a writer I like to look to pictures, art, or cool stories (real or otherwise) to draw on for inspiration for my stories and/or poems I write. I found this below little story on the cool sight called Stumble Upon, which always has interesting pictures, facts and stories to peruse when you are just bored or looking for something to do.
Whether this story is true or not it still makes you think and I always love the What-Ifs and Mysteries in life. To me this story is more fascinating than all the ridiculous scenarios about aliens coming to build the Pyramids, or having something to do with Stonehenge, etc….
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300 million year old iron screw
In the summer of 1998, Russian scientists who were investigating an area 300 th km southwest of Moscow near the remains of a meteorite, discovered a piece of rock which enclosed an iron screw. Geologists estimate that the age of the rock is 300-320 million years.
At that time there were no intelligent life forms on earth, not even dinosaurs. The screw which is clearly visible in the head and nut, has a length of about cm and a diameter of about three millimeters.
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My thoughts after reading this:
I researched this a little more and found that this particular discovery has never been debunked as simply a screw being dropped into a peat bog or a tar part or encrusted in a ossilized sedimentary rock like a piece concrete. Any of those scenarios would quickly explain away the reason for this “ancient” screw.
The screw was supposodedly encased in this ancient rock at the time of its actual forming 300 millions years ago. So who/what made this screw?… nature, aliens, time travelers….to me anyone of those three still intrigue me because we still don’t know the answer.
So a hmmmmm? forms in the brain. …A mystery……I love a mystery because life in all its facets from love, to certain friendships formed , to religion, to our origins, to space is really all a mystery no matter how much you think it may not be. It is… and that’s a cool thing. That’s a fun intriguing notion that life is a mystery and still has mysteries and that everything isn’t known. That’s no fun. That’s like knowing the ending of the movie before you sit down in that darkened theater with your box of popcorn…
Waiting for the Train
I sit.
The thrum thrum of the tracks travel
through my core…
from the cold rolled steel on
a winter morn.
It’s coming; my train.
The vibrations are distant as
my tensions strain
against the boundaries set long
ago in a land made of
flimsy paper mache.
It’s imminently imminent
that time ticks ticks
on the whim of
a pendulum made of wooden sticks
Light it low,
and watch it burn bright.
And by all the laws
of physics time ticks
faster,
and faster as it burns
the length of its swing.
The whistle blows.
As I continue to
sit
sit
sit.
On the track, on this
cold
cold
morn.
For my train to come.
By Philip Warldow 2015
My brother – Past and Present reflections
My Brother ~
His pain grabbed at me, reaching in to hold tight to my chest as he screamed in that moment to no one and everyone in the world. His scream filled me up with an overwhelming emptiness that I could never fully know as it found a small echo within my own soul.
His inner turmoil was plain to see, manifested in the violent visceral cast to his eyes and voice that seemed to travel somewhere else in that instance of time. I realized then that I would never find a way to calm his inner demons that had taken a hard hold of him.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Quote of the Week –
“The reality of you was just a doctored picture of a scene that never happened….”
~ Quote by Me this time…:)
Zombie
If Zombies could talk they would
probably sound just like you.
You’re just a walking stick of bones
with a speech impediment.
Dull and lifeless,
it seems you don’t have a clue.
You shamble around in a daze,
seemingly half crazed, while spittle
forms around you in a pool.
Your brain must be brimming with
maggots all the way to the core.
Hey, your ears are bleeding profusely,
and here I thought I was just being ignored.
Wait here, I’ve got something for you that might
clear that up…..
Steady, Steady, don’t move, click BOOM!
All Better my friend
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 