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.

Three Poem Series about our Natures


Desolate Dame

 

You give him a grin

and forget it all when he

grabs a breast.

He smiles that same stellar smile

that trapped you so long

ago.

You sweat it all out through sexual labors

and forget…

all the moments meandering

constant

in the frontal lobe of your brain that aches

to cut him loose and send him downstream

to go cascading off a cliff.

Yet you play the martyr to his Mussolini,

tied up and tortured in the town square,

while all the passerby’s look the other way.

Weakness

Doesn’t become you.

Defiance should rule.

But yet you grin all over again

when he grabs your breast.

Philip Wardlow 2013

Lazy Days

 

 Orb bright over head,

Naked we lay…tanning.

 

I kiddingly ask if I can lay the palm

of my hand on your ass

and just leave it there.

 

I tell you casually while the sun bakes us,

that we have about another 100,000 yrs

of evolution to go before we stop believing

the bullshit we speak now.

 

Dark clouds move in  as old Mr. Nimbus blows.

A storm is coming…hopefully it only

blows away the shit we don’t need in

our lives.

 

Sorry babe…

Feeling melancholy again I guess.

 

I get lost in the fantasy, because the reality of it all,

is so much different than we suppose.

 

Fantasy….Reality?  Each one has its place.

Haven’t  decided which of the two is

stranger yet.

 

We grab our towels as old Mr. Nimbus spits on us

and go inside to have nice a cold beer .

 

Philip Wardlow 2013

KISA Syndrome

 

“Why ME?”  she asks

I don’t know.

Because you let me in.

Because you’re a good person.

Beautiful,

Intelligent,

Passionate,

But most of all because you’re so full of despair.

…and I have a sword.

Philip Wardlow 2013

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Above three poems originally featured in an online publication called Boyslut – http://boyslutpublications.com/

Shooting Star – A Poem


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I made a wish on a

star that was falling.

How foolish was I?

Perhaps wishes are a fancy

best left for little kids in the backyard

on a warm summer night,

because I can’t afford them anymore.

At the end of the rainbow you say?

I need what’s in that pot to pay for them all.

All those wishes made long ago.

Well that’s a long fucking walk to take in a day.

Cuz, that old damn rainbow seems to move

away with every careful step I take.

Now if I could find that shooting star

That just fell from the sky so high from

outer space into my backyard.

Feel it’s warmth, it’s fading half remembered glow,

as I hold it with hands held tight.

Well that would be something I reckon

That would be alright.

By Philip Wardlow

STICKY FINGERS BEGATHON 2013! – ONLY 54hrs Left!


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I have a friend named Jason Roth, who is a up and coming filmmaker who is currently in the process of producing a full length no holds bard animated movie that looks to be a smash. He’s picked up some prominent actors to do some of  the voice overs for the movie. One you might know very well if you have ever seen the Vampire Flick, Dusk before Dawn. He has also appeared in Zombie Apocalypse:Redemption, and many more movies. He goes by the name of FRED “THE HAMMER” WILLIAMSON , and did  I forget to mention  also  a former professional football star.  Please check out the informational link above to the Sticky Fingers Site if you would like to help out in this endeavor.

STICKY FINGERS THERE EVERY WHERE!

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Fred Williamson at work doing voice over the Animated Movie

and these guys don’t work for peanuts!

So give any donation you can afford to keep this project up and running!  $5, $10,$25…..$100,   your left kidney…we can sell it on the black market we have connections!

Seriously check out  the site :  STICKY FINGERS BEGATHON 2013  to see what the project  is all about…and donate donate!   Did I say donate!

This is how the little guys gets big…how do you think Steven Spielberg started out? He begged, borrowed, and stole from his friends!

Hey, I like Brown Rice too! – My opinion on racial inequality in regards to media


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l loved seeing  the 50th Anniversary for the March on Washington. I will say my equality wish is for it  to be present in television, movies,writing, and comics. Hell, I will settle for commercials for now.(sighting the latest Cheerios stupidity a few months back – look it up on YOUTUBE if you don’t know what I mean)

I haven’t seen equality surface yet in media..not really. Yeah sure , you have one little token character here or there in television or movies…but nothing really substantial. I just think its ingrained in our psyche to see a character or story played out as a Caucasian.  Imagine a black British James Bond, Doctor Who,  or  Edward  from Twilight , heaven forbid, (but yeah we got a Native American in there!)

Hell, I’m half black and I write consciously seeing  my main character be it a man or woman as white…how messed up is that. I have to consciously think of my characters differently when it comes to race. It just comes naturally to think of them as white. And that’s the whole point. It comes natural to us as a society because it’s all we know.

We grow up with a social media targeted majorly to one race. So each new generation thinks that is the norm out in the world. They become comfortable with it and everything else is alien. So that “alien” is just a filler or sideshow to pull in once in a while to say a line and go about your merry way or get killed off (case in point Walking Dead..great show btw) .

Now they are making some  slow progress, don’t get me wrong.  In the Ultimate Universe  version of Marvel they killed off Peter Parker and have made Spiderman a black boy (even though his last name is Morales, what’s with that.)  The Nick Fury from that Marvel world  is also black (and it carried over to the Avengers movie with Samuel Jackson…I bet you guys didn’t  know he’s been white in the normal Marvel world since forever)  Anyways, what I am trying to say in my own roundabout way is that there are many little facets in society that affect our overall perception of what’s really going on in the world. These facets mean a lot because they add up. Media is just one of those facets I would like to see evolve.

I think  back to the ridiculous movies and commercials and news  footage from the forties & fifties when television and media  took off. It painted an America as super wholesome and super gleeful and happy to be alive every moment of the day.  When people behind the scenes were hiding their bigotries, true sexual tendencies, alcohol dependencies or spousal abuse they endured on a daily basis.

Then the sixties came and everything changed because they realized the world was bigger than there own little world they lived in, in  there own little isolated neighborhood, and they were forced to reflect on what was right and wrong from civil rights to the Vietnam War.  And it was all played on what? Yep, television.

Your Mask – A Poem and a Blitz of Gifs


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Your Mask

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Be it made of paper maché or plastic,

carved mahogany with a golden veneer,

or crystal clear quartz glass.

You wear one.

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Morning, noon, and night;

removed only when sleep comes.

For what purpose does it serve your dreams?

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Dead eyed stare, twisted grin, or a curious

smile that creeps ever upward hiding a secret

sin.

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Callous nature cloaked behind a beguiling

eye of the bluest blue.

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A beauty called to recklessness,

a perfection that only Death will strive

to collect once due.

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Know this.

All facades eventually decay and crumble.

Leaving you bare before everyone and yourself

as you stare into the mirror trying to

collect the pieces to a mask that no longer

fits.

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By Philip Wardlow 2013

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Feeling overwhelmed? Yes, wearing a mask does that to you sometimes.

I appreciate my Followers


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Just wanted to let my followers know  I appreciate you hanging on and your support .  I am writing writing writing  as always…thanks for your likes and your occasional comments!

New Short story to come on here and as always working on  FIRST novel that I am so TRYING to get finished for this year and ready for submission to Publishers.

So keep following, more great things to come…:)

Ocean of You


If I could hold an ocean in a glass then I could probably understand all there is to you…

Photo Courtesy of Silivia Grav
Photo Courtesy of Silivia Grav

 

Six word story Challenge!


Timber!  Town Flooded.  Beaver ran away.

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Haiku to you too!


PlayfulHand
Awake yet I dream
Shadows play and ponder why
I stay and slumber
Donjuan
My lips form a smile
as your hand trembles in mine.
My claim has been staked .
Headlight
Disconnect me please
the pace of the world distracts
I wish to relate.
bloodhands
Laid open palm stings,
as red pools in the shallows,
heart drips to the floor
BlackWhite
Lies wander to truth
as the center shakes off pleas
to honest deceit.