“What we do in life… echoes in eternity”
quote from the movie “The Gladiator”
Category Archives: Inquiring Minds
My introduction page as a writer trying to get publsihed and a collection of posts showing who I am through ancetdotal musings about my life or how I am inspired to write or why I write and how I write in my own wierd little way.
Seeing You
If I were a blind man
and had only a touch
to trace a picture of you
I would kiss you first
as I made a joke
My lips against yours
along with a feather stroke
of my hand against
a fully rounded cheek
I would be in that smile
as I breathed your
essence in.
A flock of goosebumps
springing up upon your skin.
as a fingertip slowly just ever so
traveled down a
shoulder and arm to
trembling hands
in anticipation of
wants to come.
Your body leaning in
your curves filling into
the niche of me.
A puzzle complete.
Heat transfers
Coalescing
Two minds mingling
You are a picture
complete, with other eyes
that have always
seen you.
by Philip Wardlow 2017
Vintage Dreams
Time,
a funny grain
that gets stuck
like a piece of
grit between
clenched teeth.
And spitting never helps, so purse
your lips
tightly.
Dreams,
A fickle fable
held in high esteem
as you tell the story
of a wonderful what-if
while the stars loftly
laugh at you in the dark ink blot above.
Grip the grass you lay upon
as the earth tilts just ever so.
Love,
Oh love,
Where for art thou?
Romeo was a fool to seek
a party where all the players
knew their part while all the
while Juliet had cotton stuffed
in her ears like a silly Teddy bear,
seeing only your pretty little
mouth move without a
sound.
By Philip Wardlow 2017
Ranger James: caretaker of the last male Northern White Rhino
A Wild Life Rangers view on the Crisis of the Rhino and his day to day life… Great peek into another person’s life.
Name: James
Age: 29
Location: Ol Pejeta in Kenya
I have been a ranger for the last 5 years now,3 years as a rhino patrol man and 2 years now as the last three northern white rhinos caretaker.
I grew with a passion for the conservation of nature,I realised there was need to have a right-minded people who would speak out for poaching stricken elephants and rhinos, as well other living things. After my high school and I was unable to fund further education, I decided to get a job that would allow me to be close to these animals and serve to protect them.
Northern Whites by Tony Karumba
What has been your most rewarding and most difficult moment as a ranger?
The most rewarding thing (as a ranger) is to see the rhino populations rise steadily,more so the role they play in the ecosystem and the tourism…
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Robot or Bust
The Rabbit Hole
A flop-eared fuck of a rabbit ran on by,
tripping over me in his haste.
Never caring a wit in his bumping.
As if the air I occupied was insubstantial
and not worthy of one of such good taste.
I hadn’t noticed the rabbit hole
But he just dove
on in.
Fuck that rabbit. I didn’t know
who he was.
Or why he wore a tweed vest
yet his little bunny ass was left to stick
out below.
I just saw a dark hole in the earth.
with nothing but a deeper darkness
within.
Fear clutched my throat
Words choked as I tried to yell
“What the hell?”, at him.
Gurgling.
Leaving me burgling for time
trying to figure out my
life.
All the whys and wherefore’s
and whozits.
While the background receded,
the foreground contracted.
Leaving me in the tight middleground
of discontent, what-if, and
disillusionment.
I hugged myself tight, but it wasn’t cold,
that was just my soul
falling to pieces
as I tried to hold my self together
while I flaked away.
Go Rabbit, go!
You have the right of it.
You know what time it is; always.
You know.
So go down that Rabbit hole
because you’re a fucking rabbit
and you know what to expect.
I wish I could go
but
I just fucking won’t fit.
by Philip Wardlow 2017
Irish Music for your Day Today ENJOY!
St Patrick’s Day Quote Kinda :)
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
Twirling
The music in her was at first hard
to hear.
Until I stepped back and
just let her mind and body flee
from me,
Flying.
Her legs then found the floor
as her hips found the rhythm,
gyrating and winding,
the music flowed towards her before my eyes
injecting her,
setting up a syncopated resonance
within,
taking me away of what I thought
she was,
to the actual of her,
A wild whirling dervish,
a creature unbound in thought and nature,
Twirling.
A soul singing.
Fighting for a freedom
to just be.
Philip Wardlow 2017
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 