Category Archives: Poetry Work

A collection of various poems I have written in relation to horror, fantasy or the supernatural

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

What Primal Means To Me

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Wolves nip, Wolves bite, Wolves wrestle 
for domination or simply for the submission, 
two sides of the same coin to me
Don't think but react
Fall into the fight of lust with no limits
with the winner setting the terms for you,
with your head down in acceptance of the pleasure you are
about to receive.
Run with me in the night, match me
stride for stride, breath for
raging guttural breath.
Challenge me and I shall challenge you 
with us both the winner
for it.
So come crawl into bed 
for I am about to devour you
while you devour me.

By Philip Wardlow September 13th, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

No Other way

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She is a Lady, but never in waiting, she can be needy like a Princess, oh yes assuredly so, at times she can be blind as a bird in a blizzard, at others, attentive as a mother bear to her cubs, she can be sweet as the sweetest berry upon the branch, or sting like a bee if swatted at. She is a beautiful daydreaming creature of the most magical sort, and I am surprised most days what trickles from her mind out to her mouth. All I know is that I love this mish mosh of a beautiful girl and I wouldn’t want her any other way…

by Philip Wardlow August 31st, 2023

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Bloody Car Load of Resentments

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I don't ever wish to come home and not truly see you or not want to.
I don't ever wish not to be truly seen by you or you not want to see me.
I don't ever wish for all our bloody car load of resentments to ever cause us
to drive off the road over a cliff into despair, anxiety, anger or despondence for each other.

I want contentment in one another to be our loadstone, to  pull us towards the mirth in life,  the tranquil moments, and to delight in the delving of what made us fall in love, and to always be ready to be jubilant with another without fear, judgement or reproach. 

I want you to fall into my arms and for me to fall into yours, lovely, tenderly,  for all the years down the road  together ahead, flinging resentments to the wind out the car window, and holding  fast to each others hands like new lovers on  a magical trip, seeking new discoveries around every bend.

by Philip Wardlow  August 21, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Fears

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If I think too much on losing her, my
body goes taunt and tight,
muscles as rigid as a high wire cable,
then  shaking like  a nervous  tightrope
walker traversing a great height. 

Why would I lose her?
Everything will work out fine.
Love conquers all.  Right?

"Love" did conquer all once and she 
left me.

I didn't seem to be mean too much to her at the end

Am I now?  Will I be in  a month, a year, a decade?

Will she give up on me?

Will I be to blame?
Does every past  failure 
play a part in a possible future one
or the success in
not  losing you.
With wisdom found.

What makes me special?

What makes her say to herself, 
I shall keep him for all my
days to come no matter what

I guess I do. 
I make her want say to herself,
I shall keep him
And so I shall always 
keep showing her
she wants to say
I shall keep you.

By Philip Wardlow August 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Forging

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I'm forging ahead into the far flung
burning like an ember running down a shadowed
trail just  past the witching hour.

Stars peak at me through the trees
as I traverse, curious at my passage whispering
amongst themselves at where I might be going.

I would like to know as well, for it's always been
a mystery to me,  I forge, and I forge, and I forge
always wondering where my beautiful 
failures and successes
will take me.

by Philip Wardlow June 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Going Home

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It's mid-Spring and 
I'm going home today.
The cool air bites a little this April
but the sun flits teasingly through the trees
as I walk up to her, my home, and
I feel unbelievingly warm inside.

She will be my resting place, my abode, my shelter
she will be there to greet me with a loving smile
and inviting arms and I will embrace
her wholeheartedly.

For a while, I had been wandering on the shadowed trails
of life, but the place in her called to me
like a deep forest magic compelling and
pulling, no force on earth could alter my new path
that my feet found once they knew where to look
for her.

I knocked upon her door, she opened it and grinned that silly grin
and I asked if I could stay forever more
She nodded and laughed, happy as a
soul could ever be.

And I have never stopped loving the home which 
I found in her.

by Philp Wardlow June, 12th , 2023  (but really April 20th, 2018)
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

THE EYE

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Step into the EYE... walk into the unknowing. What are  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 into the EYE.

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


by Philip Wardlow  June 7th, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Our Energies

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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
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Mucky Muck

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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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

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