Category Archives: GiFs for your Entertaiment

Something has Died


I feel the husk of its dead shell
rubbing against my innards.
Grating,
poking
No piece of it breathes
yet it prods.
Reminding me it’s always
there.
Just sitting.
Drained and desiccated,
where once
it was full
to overflowing,
now nothing
but decay
absence
a void filled
only with
black matter.
A negative life if you will
The blackest of
black
Gouge out my eyes, then tape them
over times ten and
throw me in a capped well
type of black.
Something has died
in me
And I don’t know what.
But I want it back.
Alive.
So I go in search.

by Philip Wardlow 2017

 

Mystery Girl


She flits
amongst the tangled
night in dreams
that I have not known
Yet the desire is
there to partake
of the darkness
that abounds and
surrounds from within her
Mingle me in your madness
Tangle me in your limbs
crawling across your skin
With my warm lips
against cold body
gradually gaining heat
the more you encompass
me.
Your disguise is my own
you think you wear
unbeknownst.
I know.
Mystery girl,
still a sad
forlon whistling tune
hanging in the wind,
a shadow dimly cast by
a light trapped in a closet
from a future not promised
nor sure
she sits tap, tap, tapping
her index finger
on a desk that hardly
ever saw a word written
upon it.
I listen for
her echo
Deep, hallow,
beautiful
wanting.
I listen for it
in the night
as she flits and flutters
in the dark.

by Philip Wardlow 2017

Sally forth I say!


 

 

It’s a glorious morn for battle on the field of gold.

So be bold!

Attack the day lest you fall prey

to marauders at your gate.

Go forth and grind them to grizzle

pick your to teeth with their bones

while finding rapture in hearing their moans

Push! Push! Push !

through the tall grass.

Head low!  Be wary but

Go! Go! Go!

For its been said, that fortunes

go to the ones who are bold.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Why I,  am the boldest of the bold can’t you

see!

So where be my fortunes, where be my wench

to console my pains, and give me succor

this day?

Where indeed.

Think not too hard on your gains not gotten

lest you fall ill to them before you

meet them my friend.

Be not so arrogant! Be not so aggrieved!

For any  man’s head can leave a

neck with but a peck of a well honed axe

unseen.

No man’s future is certain nor ordained

by the vicious gods who play

their crap game

in the dark corners of your fated life.

Wise words, so heed them

or only peril shall follow

all your days.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mini-Poetry of Many Flavors


 

 

dress

Mischievous

Her dress unraveled

Falling slowly, suddenly,

clothed now only  in a grin

to mirror my own.

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tenor

Perspective

Circling,  ever circling

around and around

eyes shaded to what is, what was,

what might be.  When all

we needed do was to stop and leave

this fun house to truly see , and never

buy a ticket again.

**************

cookiecat

Cookie Cat

Oh fat cat, where

did that last cookie go?

Do you suppose

it went down

that big  mouse trap of a mouth?

I’m thinking so.

************

shadowplay

Shadow Play

Kill your shadow

before it kills you.

Your shadow doesn’t lead.

You lead you.

The Dark – Halloween Poem


The Dark –IntheDark

I’m in the dark.

I look at it, as it looks at me.

Silently it sits.

The minutes  draw out to what seems hours.

I move left, it moves to follow.

So I stop. It stops.

The sound of heavy breathing, like the bellows of a fire

emit from its mouth. My heart speeds up.

It seems to be waiting for something. But what?

I raise my hand as if to wave. It waves backs.

Oh you fool,  it’s just your reflection in the mirror.

Calm your breath, its your own lungs you hear

expelling in your ears, your own movements which

track from across the room distilled from the dim

photons which bounce back to your misguided

eye.

“You idiot” I tell myself out aloud.

“Yes, you are” it answers back.

by Philip Wardlow

Halloween Shorts (Haikus)


ShadowPeople

The Dark needs my Soul
For it is feeding time now,
it’s always hungry.

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ScaryDoll

I think it sees you,
I am sorry that is so
He kills very slow

*********

Think driven by the wind?
A lonely swing in the dark.
When alive, her friend.

*******

by Philip Wardlow 2016

I’m a Rat! Poem


pizza

I don’t feel bad for stealing that piece of  pizza pie.

Look me in my eye!

I’m a rat can’t you see,

a rat through and through.

You knew from my whip like tail,

to my twitchy whisker face, and my little ears

which danced to and fro

that I was up to no good

as I ambled up on ya, you  knew, oh you knew

 that pie was already

gonna be took!

Nom…nom…nom.

Hmm…there’s more.

Well why the hell not?

I’m a rat!

by Philip Wardlow 2016

A Spanking is needed


Spnk

 

 

The world needs to be taken and spanked

No admonishments, no time outs, no taking away

of their favorite pastimes, friends or toys.

Just simply bend them over, pull down their pants,

and SMACK!

Kick your legs, wail and cry if you must world,

but its long over due.

Like “Oh Fudge” there are certain words or phrases that cannot

be undone or taken back,

nor deeds that need to be reasoned or examined.

Vicious little children at times,

knowing sticks and stones do break

bones as their words

words sink in and bite them.

I want to spank the world until their breath

comes in shudders and they are barely

able to mutter, a single syllable of hate.

Feel the shame burn below,

Feel the lesson course in your soul

that begs to be enlightened.

Sit gingerly and remember the pain

and know it may come again

if you continue your childish

ways.

Grow up oh little world,

Grown up.

 

 

Philip Wardlow 2016