Category Archives: Poetry Work

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Just a Crazy Dream …

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I checked into Motel Sadness and sat down my bags of discontent.
The mini bar was stocked well, so I grabbed the gin and mixed the tonic of my life, crushed in my Lemon Eyes, raised my glass, gave a toast, telling them all I was Sorry for ever crossing their path.
I downed that motherfucker in one gulp and prepared another,
and another, and another… for the Heart heart head of thoughts that were sure to come.
The day disappeared as night consumed, wrapping me up like a A Bolt from the Blue. I laid there. Just laid there until she came. I heard her jimmy the lock of my life and Desire walked on through. She was high, and not very lady like as she straddled me,
high heels digging, she whispered with the reddest lips wrapped in  a wicked grin,
“I really want you to hate me, Cuz I’ll never love you baby”.  Then she got up and walked out to join a passing Parade.
So I got up….left my room and I ran and ran, like a child wild in a playground
down a street with no shadows; even though the street lamps cast
a deep sodium glow.
It seems I can’t even entice a dark silhouette to accompany me. Make a Shadow  I intoned Make a Shadow  so I dove,  into a dumpster deep, and mingled with the garbage heaped, and fell fell fast asleep.
The Morning after came and the bears were rummaging, waking me from a better world
not so obscene.
I couldn’t face the ground with  its vicious disregard to support so I climbed and climbed up the fire escape to the tippity top of the tar covered roof, sticky from the bright midday sun and jumped.
The dust flew from wings in full extension as a Feather floated to the alley below but I was light and I went up;  on currents caught, finally realizing I was free.
Go….
Go…
Go…
Said my soul,  Go
be that beautiful Monster they all believe you to be.

by Philip  Wardlow 2016

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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Embrace

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Embrace

Embrace me

with a quiet desperation

as we dance.

For the music could stop

at any moment.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Thoughts Fly

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The mind follows where the thoughts fly to, from plummeting to the darkest deep depths of despair , to soaring above a sun kissed peak of pleasing passions, or to perch on naked branch as a comforting wind caresses you, letting you know you are never alone in the world.

ThougthsFly

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Ship in a Bottle

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ShipBottle

 

Ship in a Bottle~

A sailing we will go!

A sailing we will go!

But on the currents we shall float

on a ship in a bottle in a big row boat.

The wind cannot touch our sails,

only our faces as we sit,

atop the glass

on a encased little wooden ship.

Our phonograph shall play at the stern

pushing us melodiously along

as we sit on the bow of the

bottle as the clouds pass low.

The little sailor man below, dressed so primly

but with his big straw hat to shade the sun,

 shall keep a firm grip on the

tiller to steer our unknown path

to the unknown.

And I and my friend, shall munch

on little sandwiches come lunch

and just enjoy the day

as it passes by,  spying our fancy friends

in their hot air balloons in the distance.

As we sit on our  ship in a bottle in a big row boat.

by Philip Wardlow 2016

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Every Day

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present

Every Day~

Every day is a gift,

a fucking gift.

Why? Because I said so.

So unwrap that fucker.

Rip open the packaging,

fling the red red red ribbons to the four winds.

Bite that mother loving tape with your teeth if you must

Is that a Snaaarl I hear from you…?

It’s your present.

Do what you must.

Dive, dive, dive into that damn box!

See, see , see, what you’ve got?

Fuck.

Socks.

Slip’em on for a go….

Now go…just fucking go.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

 

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

AT THE MARATHON (GAS STATION)~

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AT THE MARATHON (GAS STATION)~

 

AT  THE MARATHON .

CHEWING BUBBLE GUM

MY FORTUNE SAYS I’LL BE ENVIED

BY EVERYONE.

AT THE MARATHON

CHEWING BUBBLEGUM

SITTING AT THE MARATHON

WAITING FOR A FRIEND TO COME

AT THE MARATHON.

WHO’D ENVY ME?

THE ONE WHO OWNS A BROKEN CAR.

AT THE MARATHON

WHO’D ENVY ME

THE ONE WITH A BROKEN HEART

AT THE MARATHON

THE NIGHT IS GETTING COLDER

AS THE CARS DRIVE BY.

AS I CHEW MY BUBBLEGUM.

WHO’D ENVY ME?

AT THE MARATHON.

By Philip Wardlow 1989

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Life

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Life~

 

IT BEGINS WITH A BEGINNING

AND AN ENDING

CYCLE UPON CYCLE OF LENDING

IT HAPPENS WITH THE WIND OF FATE

PRODDING AND PUSHING,Waterfall

EDGING TOWARDS A DATE

WILLS BECOME BENT.

AN ORGANISM LIFE IS SPENT.

ONE WILL BLOOM IN ITS’ PLACE.

BUT ASSUME ANOTHER

FACE.

TIME IS GOVERNED BY LIFE AND

IN TURN LIFE IS GOVERNED BY TIME.

EVER EDGING AND CRAWLING TOWARDS

THE SUBLIME

 

by Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Soul Vacation

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Soulleaving

 Soul Vacation~

 

If my soul took a vacation,

escaped from my body

and left me sitting here

in my cold dark room

would I care to care

that it took a cruise?

Would my eyes look at

life differently?

Would my loves & passions

be muted?

Would my pains be gone?

Is it a sacrifice to lose one over

the other in spite of?

Again would I care when

my soul is gone?

I would think there would be

a longing for a forgotten

sweetness

that could not be defined

by my minds eye that’s now

blind.

If my soul left me.

Maybe.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Goblin King Sleeps

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The Goblin King Sleeps~

 

In an oubliette deep

does a dank dungeon keep

the Goblin King.

Shattered, weary,

heartbroken,

at a loss to life he sought

and thought would crawl on forever

in a true vanity of his own design.

Yet, a silver lining

does shine on the pitted walls

which confine this man.

For he made a difference while out

in the world of light.

He ravaged, and wrought, bringing knees

to bend to touch the ground

and they fought, found courage,

bringing a change to the world each

in their way, good or bad

in the eyes of men

he brought a change,

and a reckoning was finally

consummated.

Now, he can finally sleepOubliette

this proud King.

And finally escape his

dungeon deep.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Five Tenets of the Sword – A Poem

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The Five Tenets of the Sword~

 

Strength~

Once light as a dead bird’s body in my hands,

this weapon now weighs more than the collective souls

of a million men,

sweat glistens on  muscled forearms strained

drained,

needles in legs drive deep,

yet I stand.

Conditioned for this in every cord, tendon, and bone

that runs through.

 

Skill~

Hours upon hours,  Days upon days,

Years to master myself,  then years to follow

to master this weapon.

The placement of the foot just so,  hands balanced

sword poised at the perfect angle.

Advance, retreat,  first position, second position

third, and on and on and on,

an endless dance until the music stops

with a myriad of outcomes at its end,

and I know every step in the

countless tangle of each encounter.

 

Instinct~

I am steadfast in my defense and attack

yet, I let the mind drift into that nether

region between thought and the what-if.

Never thinking I  know my  opponent

for he will do what I  least expect and I

must expect the least expected in the blink

of an eye, for it could be my eye that is lost.

Ignore your sixth sense at the cost that

only fools pay when they are finally put to

rest in a shallow lonely grave.

 

Courage~

My line of sight  travels down my sword

to an opponent that only wishes me a quick death

I see all my years to come, laid out bare for

him to snatch from me, like a breath from

a baby as he sleeps deep.

I am no newborn! Swaddled and waiting.

But born to this moment in time.

So come. Come!

And I will share you a secret

as I whisper your own death in your

ears.

 

Will~

The hardest of the tenets to maintain,

for they drive all the rest in me.

Fail this one and I fail them all.

Be steadfast you ask of your soul,

Be steadfast you implore of  your heart.

Be steadfast you command of your mind.

Find a focus to compel the body forward.

Find a focus to awake each day.

Find a focus to believe in you

when no one else ever will.

Find that will

Simply find it

For there can be no other way.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016