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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

What I See ~ An erotic Poem

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What I See ~

Artist: Steve Smith
Artist: Steve Smith
She’s a colorful tapestry
overlaid in glass
framed in rigid steel
laid gently
upon my bed.
I don’t know what to make of her.
but I know very well
what I wish
to do to her.
She’s pure sex….
bottled and stoppered,
all I need do is
pull the cork
and she will  flow over me
to fill in my every niche
of need that dwells
within.
She is strong,
resilient, quiet
and purposeful
She has many needs
herself,
deep as a well
and as dark.
but her colors
are bright
and they attract.
Oh that poor moth to the flame.
He never stood a chance.
Yet, I trace each piece of her
as she lies there
from azure blue, to crimson red.
to the delicate pinkish
hues that only a
gentleman like me
is allowed to see.
Her heat is inviting
I am not burned
for it matches my own
and it grows and grows.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Waiting for the Train

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WaitingforTrain

 

I sit.

The thrum thrum of the tracks travel

through my core…

from the cold rolled steel on

a winter morn.

It’s coming; my train.

The vibrations are distant as

my tensions  strain

against the boundaries set long

ago in a land made of

flimsy paper mache.

It’s imminently imminent

that time ticks ticks

on the whim of

a pendulum  made of wooden sticks

Light it low,

and watch it burn bright.

And by all the laws

of physics time ticks

faster,

and faster as it burns

the length of its swing.

The whistle blows.

As I continue to

sit

sit

sit.

On the track, on this

cold

cold

morn.

For my train to come.

 

 

By Philip Warldow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A bitch called life, my best friend (or Striving) – a poem

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A Bitch called life, my best friend ~ 

 

Let the dust die down and coughing fit stop

Let the world know I gave a damn or let them know nothing

at all.

 

Let them know that I loved and I lost,

and then chose to love again.

 

Winning isn’t an option anymore it’s either

do or don’t live to talk about it tomorrow.

 

Laced up

Dead eyes on,

Hands steady with

a wicked grin.

Ring the fucking bell.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

I wish

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I wish ~
I wish many things…
I wish to have my cake and eat it to….
 
I wish to write write  write and give people a little of my unique insight
 
I wish to have you in every sense of the word.
 
but I dream…I wish…I conjure
 
I mark my time….I bide it well….and wait for that fish.
 
to come swimming by my net….
 
to pull him up and put him on my boat
 
I just hope my hand does not slip as I  try
 
to get a sure grip on that tiny little fishy
 
How sad it would be to see
 
my wish fall back
 
to the dark
 
dark sea
 
beneath.
By Philip Wardlow 2015
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

A Thimble Full of the Moon – A poem

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A Thimble Full of the Moon ~Dunes

 

Sun scorched skin feels flayed,

raw and on fire,

lips cracked,

tongue swollen,

body drained…weak as a ragdoll.

I crawl through ever shifting sands

with far off lands

shimmering in the distance

that never seem to draw close.

Alone,

I endure the silence

of the ever beating

sun upon my back.

Cold solace comes in the form of

night stars which

are more a stranger than

their close abusive cousin.

Yet my companion moon

comes to dance for me.

She flies with her curved form

arcing across the sky.

Every now and then she helps me along

my way.

As I spy her reflected in a thimble sized  pool

of water

in the shadows of the dusty

dunes at night.

I drink.

And that is enough

to continue onward.

 

 

Philip Wardlow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Perspective

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You have so many years to discover others and yourself…
Life is never all about one thing…not sex..not love…not possessions…not knowledge…its everything; comingled into one great perspective that is unique just for you and sometimes you can meet that person who gets you a little and you get them and you share that perspective together and at that same time learn each other. Then that perspective shifts again for you both..and you sync up.
That’s more than love…that’s a mystery and its beautiful….:)
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The Stars

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Stars

Oh short life, that I wish were longer, lift  me up to the stars so that I may float among them and touch them with shy fingertips as I gradually get to know them all intimately like a father meeting his estranged child for the first time after eons of separation and forced expulsion. A lesson had to be learned before I could return to the stars….a lesson deep and longing …personal and reflective for each that finally find their final resting place to call home….

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

I grin – A small poem

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I grin ~

 

I grin at danger or a challenge,

I grin at life when I know its trying to beat me down

just as I’m grinning at you now

as you lie naked on my bed.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

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Your eyes – A poem

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Your eyes ~

Your smile is a lie

Your laugh is a lie

Your mouth is a lie.

 

But your eyes, yeah,

your eyes,

they never tell a lie.

 

Look away, look at me at deeply,

look at another, or at

me with disdain.

 

A broken dirty window to the soul

to climb through into you.

But I don’t wish to get cut.

 

The rules of you are a fickle thing at best,

written on a chalkboard always soon to be erased

and replaced anew.

 

Your eyes always give fair warning, like the

lighthouse as it swings around 360 degrees,

as I bob and  bounce in my little boat offshore.

 

The signal is clear in your gaze

or lack thereof

It’s crystalline blue.

and bright.

 

And will light my way out of this

maze that is you.

 

Philip Wardlow 2015

 

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Artist Jeremy Penn with model Jessica Stam

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Light at Play – An Erotic Poem

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Light at Play ~

 

I see you hiding there in the sun.
As the light curves around your curvesOpaque
and continues on.
A lovely silhouette,
my little backlit babe.
I would ride the hell out of those hips
and I would not save the
rest for a rainy day.
Shine on, Shine on Mr. Sun…
Her body comes, a slow tortuous
meandering walk my way.
With a smile and a glint in the eye of clever intent.
She is soon
to cum in bed with me.
Let’s fuck and suck and tug and pull
penetrate, and resonant to each
other’s deviant rhythm.
The sun plays on you yet again in a
different context
as the angle of its rays change
throughout the hours that pass
there in that sexual playpen
that caress your soft silky skin.
You see the sun?
It wants to touch you as much as I.
Back off Mr. Sun
for she is mine and
mine alone.
Its my day to play.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015