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.
Inquiring Minds

Monsters

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Name a monster some say and it's yours for life.

Many may never know it's true name or nature yet they usually tend to make one up and ascribe to it all the foul attributes of hell.

Why, they will be so proud of the monster they have invented as to shout its direness from the highest rooftops as they give it a blanket so it doesn't catch cold under their bed. 

All the while the real monsters slink and slyly wink as you share a drink with them over dinner along with friendly banter of the utmost esteem.







Inquiring Minds

Stupid Extinction Question on Quora

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Humanity is on the verge of Extinction, and the only hope is to go to an alternate Earth where species/races of fiction, fantasy, horror have been brought to life and now roam free. Would you be willing to take the first big step for mankind?

Why go from shit planet to another. If I am going to do all that I would rather go be a Hermit on the Moon or Mars away from most of the people that probably caused the extinction anyways.

Btw we ARE on the verge of Extinction right now but most of us are too buried in our phones to care to see it. Or if we do see it we don’t care, or we feel we don’t have the power to change the world enough to make a difference so why try at all.

Most people ridicule people who act like Chicken Little, yelling and saying the sky is falling even when the overflooded rivers are constantly licking at their back doors, or worse yet , filling their homes up to the brim, or when Hurricanes or Tornadoes increasingly level whole neighborhoods, or their house is lost to a mudslide, or a wildfire , or reclaimed by the rising ocean. or parts of the West simply turn into vast swathes of deserts, or when every fish is fished out of the sea, or contaminated to the point you don’t want to eat it. (lots of “or” there)

Extinction is right in front of us….it’s not a giant meteor that kills us in 1 minute, 1 week, or 1 month….it’s the slow CURRENT march of apathy and willful ignorance that gets us to that and there will be no life saving planet scenario to depend on to get us out of it because we will not have prepared ourselves as a species to take it. Have a good day… 🙂

By Philip Wardlow July 27, 2022

Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Life – Quote of the Month

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“Life is never what you expect even though you probably expect a lot”

by Philip Wardlow July , 2022
Inquiring Minds

Idle thoughts of the Universe

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We silly humans at times like to  ascribe meaning to the planets &  stars and the way they are set into the sky above us on a nightly basis in relation to our own daily lives.  The stars and the  planets must think us so silly, for they only wish to just be; to be born, to live and interact, and then to die same as us.


By Philip Wardlow  July 15th , 2022
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Encounters with women

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Six masterpieces Titian painted for Philip II of Spain have been reunited for the first time since the 16th century - Washington Post

As she  walked down the hall,  every up and down turn of her hips mesmerized me more than a  snake charmers dance with  a cobra…

She was  a petulant child trapped in  a woman’s body  with the insatiable  appetite of a sexual succubus, 

She  confessed her desires, let me have all of her, then used me up, cast me aside,  and then knocked on my door and asked for it again and I obliged her with a smile and let her in.

I would have come and danced with her in the rain but sometimes I liked to watch  from afar and get lost in the beauty exploding from her smile.

Neither one of her two sides were her but both together made her who she was.

Her  curves were  beautiful, from hip to lip, from breasts to almond eyes, She took delight in letting me help her with all her secret sins that her mind meandered to.

Even the want of  death is life because its a feeling. Hold on to life through that feeling and claw your way out of your loose soiled grave dear girl.

When ever she bent over or reached up for something upon a shelf, did she know how absolutely enticing her body  looked when she did  it?  I’m thinking she did…

Violence never solved anything but it sure did look sexy on her in that moment in bed…

When she leaned her  face first  against the wall  wearing that silk dress knowing I knew she was  not wearing anything beneath, the invitation was too much to bear.

She  was  a magnet to me the first time I laid eyes upon  her and she has  been every day since.

by Philip Wardlow June 1st, 2022

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Life Be Trippin’

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The sex was going great until the pills wore off
and the world spun out irate.

I had only just started  really getting into her when it was
suddenly all done.

Disappointed?

Fuck Yeah, Life Be Trippin'  like that...

Why can't it be like when I was six,  just
daydreaming and having fun.

Forts, bicycling, and ice cream under a
frantic delicious daze of days in the sun.

Nowhere and everywhere at once I was.

Life be trippin'  now boy.

I've  never been the same since that 
feeling of being six. 
After that was when the world
stopped making sense.

Everybody a problem, and every problem
of theirs belonging to you.

Yeah, life be trippin' deep. and I'm drowning,
Drowning in this life that keeps coming, and flowing 
and washing over me.

Feet grounded,
because I have forgot how to
fly.


By Philip Wardlow   June 1st  2022
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

My loose change

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Ah melancholy you, melancholy me.
Twins of pains throughout our separate travels
in lands and time blown away by great
distances and choices right or wrongly
made.

You clutch dearly to your past like a child does a doll
all tattered and torn since received from her inception 
from the womb that bore here into this world.

Myself in that journey I took. and of which
I am still on, I fumble  in my pockets, fiddling with the
 loose change of memories I have always kept close
and collected throughout time.

Both predilections  in the way we cope in our
own entanglements are  either 
a solace, a penance, a nuisance, or
constant curse.

Why not us both seek a new  habit?

You throw down your doll 
I shall let my change fall
through my fingers as I grab
your hands tight in mine
and  continue 
our travels
together.


by Philip Wardlow  March 29th, 2022
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Dance

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To and fro we go in life and all its pains  collected along the way.

In the beginning, a Tango,  feet sliding down the floor,
full of exuberant steps of youth with a crazy devil may care.
Never tiring,  head up, steps sure even if we fuck up
with every other step made. 

We are in motion, forward or back ,we are in motion
and that  is everything to  the youthful 
whether in body or the heart
it is everything.



By Philip Wardlow  March 21, 2022
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

My Perfect Heart

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She loves me without question.
Adores me in the fullest.
Leaves me wondering what she sees in little old me.


This sweet, wonderfully funny, bombastically beauty of a woman with her chameleon like gorgeous sexy,  flourishing soul that beguiles me from her red hair to her dainty toes, from an arc of an eyebrow to the sway of her luscious hips in play, she always seems to get her way with every delicious day I find myself with her.

I have the clover, the horseshoe, the rabbit’s foot, and shooting star all wrapped up in her.

She’s my lucky charm I hold tight to, that magic that I delight to.

She is my wife, my perfect heart.

Forever my Valentine.

By Philip Wardlow Feb 14th 2022