All posts by Philip Wardlow

Philip Wardlow is a burgeoning ever growing writer and poet delving into all the various aspects of the human condition. His writing tastes run to the Erotic most recently. In the recent past he has written to the Dark Urban Fantasy & Horror Genre which he still loves as well. He likes to dabble in all the various forms of poetry; from the sexy to the humorous, to the profound and beautifully sentimental and reflective. He has only been at this chosen path for a few of years and has produced one Novella published as an Ebook on Amazon called “Roadkill”. He has submitted and continues to submit various stories and poetry works to publications for consideration. Philip is working on a collection of Erotic Poetry due out in 2021 in ebook form and perhaps in paperback. He is also concurrently working hard on his other passion; photography. Philip believes he can have each foot planted in two distinctly different worlds of creativity there by inciting new ideas and growth at the same time in both.

THE EYE



Step into the EYE... walk into the unknowing. What are of you  afraid of?  Delve...delve...delve deep.

Fear is a weighed response to a possible biased outcome of your own forging, fear not that future, for it could unfold into a thousand other delightful experiences.

You will never know though unless you step in the EYE.

So step, take my hand and let us both see what's on the other side together.


by Philip Wardlow  June 7th, 2023

Our Energies


She is nestled here amongst me,
our energies  intertwined 
exchanging soft electricity,
nuzzling.

A quiet moment created where space
and time slows,
juxtaposed
with love and longing
amid fears and frailties
that are forever timeless.

She shouldn't have to wonder, nor
should she ever worry in regards
to if we are forever.

But she does, oh she does,
soft and hard she does.

I hold her all the tighter
so she knows my energy is all hers,
pure and bright as the noon day 
sun and just as 
comforting and warm. 


By Philip Wardlow  May 10th, 2023

The Mucky Muck


Muckymcuk

The day’s
doldrums drone
on from dawn until
dusk and the mucky muck
lurks.

An insidious thing
the mucky muck,
pulling life out,
removing all
motivation for movement
as the spirit tries to escape
a maze never seemingly meant
to be solved.

With a thrum, thrum
insistence to be heard, the mucky muck lurks
skulking deep,
latched on like a
fat tick needing
to be pulled out,
cut out, or burned!

Mucky muck leave me be
For I swear, with
sword in hand
I will cut thee

And I will see you bleed, bleed, bleed

even ever as my blood

leaves me, running in rivulets

down and dripping off

the cufflinks of my sleeves

You then mucky muck will finally surely

be free of me.

by Philip Wardlow March 27th, 2023

The Balance of Chaos


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Courtjester

Give the Jester a  hand

for he has worked hard to get to this day.

That Jester’s smile just may be painted on.

or he may be neither sad, nor happy, but

somewhere in the middle of the two

Somewhere in the show, the balls become difficult to throw

Up and up and up. More and more … Plop!

Ah, no worries, he’ll make it  all up to you tonight

by giving the entire audience a rose and a sweet

piece of chocolate.

By Philip Wardlow March 23rd, 2023

Uncanny Thing a Dream


Slumber comes for us all
and dreams accompany
with portents to perturb
or pleasures to unfurl
and enthrall

Desires beg to be consumed
just as fears wish to ruin 
the world inside, convincing us
our contentment is a mere
illusion.

A wrinkle of doubt forms a
shackle.
Guilt a weight to drag us deep deep into the ocean
But this ain't no cruise
Cuz we're paddling always paddling 
As we scramble for the cork
To plug that leak.
while the sun shines shines and
the storms creep creep.

by Philip Wardlow March 22nd, 2023

Claimed by Cupid, a Dark Turn


Do you believe to escape me oh beautieous one ?

You who seeks to think she can choose her own way.

My arrows fly faster than you could ever run think to run

Hide you say?

Escape from love’s sharp arrow is but a myth, whether it be unrequited, thrust upon, stumbled into, taken, or laid in siege, so shall you feel it’s thudding sting into you deep and anchored in full.

My arrows when flung seek only but the beat of the heart, so as long you shall live so shall it find you whether on the highest sunlit peak or the dankest deepest hole in the bowels of this dark earth.

I find you a prize worthy only unto me. You shall have no other I have decreed. Long have I sought such a consort for eons, for I have dwelt in perpetual solitude allowed only to offer love to the ingratitude of others

To be cursed and denied it my entire life is cruelty alongside the cruel.

I am done with all that.

So fly oh arrow, fly true.

Seek her heart, seek, seek, seek

Find my true love

For there is no where for her to run.

By Philip Wardlow February 10th, 2023

Sun Surfer


I'm a sun surfer, riding waves of fire and fusion,
I graze the gravity wells on a board of pure energy, slicing through the primordial particles of plasma
Burn baby burn!
Do you feel it?
Ain't nothing better when surfs up.
I  shoot the curl of  a sun flare out into space and almost
touch Mercury before I plummet
flung back down the barrel
as it spits me towards  the sun's surface
to finally kick out
and to settle,  just floating
taking it all in, 
I smile inwardly as I drop in again
 and do it  all over
Ain't nothing better bro.
Tomorrow isn't promised
Nature's energy setting a plate
for you to eat off of,
so carve it my brother and sisters, 
eat those waves well,
 Wack, Hack, Crack, and Snap,
your way through.
Throw buckets of ions
as you slam and jam
on through.
Ride, ride, ride
do or die.
That's the only way to catch
the sun
Truly.

by Philip Wardlow February 7th, 2023










Some think they know her


She is a beauty.

Full of humor, wit and sarcasm with

a laughing smile that compels you to

smile in return.

When she invites you in she holds you close to her heart.

Her passion enthralls you, her empathy calls to you.

But do you know her like I do?

Do you see her open wounds

laid plainly on the table for all to see,

for ever has she been an open book

Stories of many a woe wound through her

various lives and lands she has traveled.

Read her story. See her.

Think her veneer made of steel, impervious

to your blows, constant and unrelenting?

She is fragile as any other soul in this world.

What battle is so important to be won that you

would scourge the field of her feelings til nary a blade

of grass stands underfoot.

Be warned, she is but a calm tempest

held at bay on the horizon that you invite in

with your callous words you sling so blindly.

I fear you would not survive her storm.

by Philip Wardlow January 16th, 2023