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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Instruments of Us – A Poem

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SwirlingInstruments of Us –

 

Mind, mouth, eyes and hands;

all potential  instruments of

sin.

If left unchecked.

Wantoness awaits

Mind your mouth.

Keep your eyes cast in their proper place

Keep your hands

at your side,

Lest it give rise to illegal transgressions

on this wild ride.

Always fighting the feelings.

Always fighting the weakness from within.

Why not follow the beat, beat, beat of that other instrument

so often ignored.

The heart, heart, heart…

It sings true,

even it is

a fool.

But yet it does tend to keep the other

instruments in line

from time to time.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Another World – A Poem

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WaterGirl

 

Another World –

 

Always a flash she is,

the light  of the moon catching her at times

when I am out upon the dark deep waters

of the great sea.

I remember locking eyes with her once.

Just once.

A look which pulled at my soul.

A look of wanting, a look

of yearning to approach,

to be seen, to be known,

to be not so alone in

the darkness

below.

Fortune to find me,

but fate made us all fools to believe.

She another life force

beating in an alien world.

Where she dwells, I cannot go, nor can she

venture out.

Locked away in the skittering

of the waves

below.

Just as I am locked in the salt stung air above

never to mingle

never to dance

never to share

a kiss as

the need arises.

 

by Philip Wardlow  2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

A Kiss – A Poem

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A Kiss –

Soft but insistent…mirroring ,

playful, yet sensual , wet, probing and tasting

with tongue just ever so lightly….

heated and wanting… pheromones and testosterone exchanged

in the mingling of saliva,

exciting synapses

and releasing of endorphins…ah yes

the Kiss.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2014

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Spinning – A Poem

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Spin

 

Spinning –

 

The little blue eyed blond girl told

me it made her smile

to see the top spin.

A thousand colors coalescing and mingling

in infinite layers

as it made this little blonde girl grin.

Broader than the Milky Way

with pearls of white undamaged

yet by tooth decay.

Gloriously it stretched across her face and

there was no finer secret to be had in the universe

that day.

 

by Philip Wardlow 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Words of Discontentment – A poem

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Words of Discontentment –Jester

I will just sit here and smile
like a marionette
with a painted on grin.

Shall that make you happy?

Nothing is wrong.
Seeeeeeeee….:)
I’m smiling just for you.
Aren’t I a good little boy?

Why should there ever be anything wrong?
Yes. Yes. Pat me on the head
All is fine in Whoville.
Why talk when
you can just
live in your own world of favored
opinions that works
just for you.

Judge me. Throw me away.
I have no friend.

I would hold your hand as you
walked through hell.

But you would kick me there
just to not be offended by
my presence you have already
deemed unworthy of your
company.

I guess I didn’t rate.
I guess the present I brought to
the party was found wanting
from the rest.

I guess I thought too much
of a friendship that was never
there.

by Philip Wardlow

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

I seek Elpis – A Poem

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Kiersten Eve Eagan
Pandora’s Jar (yes a Jar…the Greek word “Pithos” was mistranslated to “Box” instead of the word “Jar” and it just stuck

I Seek Elpis –

 

The Spirit of Hope,  Elpis, flew,

last out of that Jar which Pandora had opened,

yet it flew.

Always playing catch up to the despair and destruction

the foul ones had left in their wake,

yet it came.

On gossamer wings of gold

to lit upon the fragile souls

earthly bound.

Diseased,  destitute, or almost dead,

Bereaved, broken, or branded.

It found them in the highest of heights

to the darkest holes or pitted caves.

Yet it found them.

Know that the foul ones who sap the will  are many.

Know that the foul ones who drive down the heart be strong.

Yet,  Elpis’ limits are limitless

when called to.

You simply have to seek it and

it will be appear.

 

by Philip Wardlow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mad Men, Angry Women – A poem

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Mad Men, Angry Women –

 

She smiled when she first met you.Smiling young couple in love

You smiled back just as easily.

Why did that smile slowly fade

into  a rictus of a grimace?

Why did the feelings encapsulated

in those smiles dissolve and morph into

something menacing and mad.

At what point did they take that turn

downward?

Did you let the history between you two

add up in the negative?

Math is a fickle thing when you let

yourself cheat.

How many blind eyes do you have?

How many lives have you left?

What are you allowed?

Think on it, and remember to smile

while your doing it.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2014

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Crow ya know – Short poem

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CrowLookatMe

Crow Crow don’t ya know, know. know?

What you looking at Mr. Black?

Inquisitive one, smart one…

oh you know, know, know.

by Philip Wardlow 2014

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

A shot – A small Poem

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A Shot-

I took a double shot of her,

downed her in one gulp at the bar,

smooth tasting …

then I placed the shot glass gently down and walked away…

 

by Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Forces – A poem by Philip Wardlow

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Forces  –
The needle moves
ever so slightly
on the seismograph.
Tracing an outline on paper of a potential
with no timetable.
Tensions, Friction, and Pressures
are building,
As traces of you run through
the cracks and fissures of
my brain.
A low rumble not discernible by the naked ear emits
a pocket of trapped steam released from a
great depth.
Building, ever building.
Keep your distance,
it’s not safe to be so close.
to the summit.
For there is no telling when
I might explode.
By Philip Wardlow