Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Not much Time left for you

February 8, 2018 Philip Wardlow 2 Comments

Stop, please cease and desist.
Don’t fatigue me with humor
from an encrypted list

That only you have the key to
and do not wish to share
as you give me yet another vacant stare.

Egotism seems to be your religion,
a character flaw so ingrained into you
that it’s exclusive to everything you do.

Vindictiveness is your fallback,
a solitary friend who knows you well
as you sit there alone in your man-made cell.

Even if you were to apologize
for your misbegotten callous deeds,
your sickly smile causes it to be ill received.

Still you smile that sardonic smile,
thinking you are the king’s clown
to entertain the masses as you fall down.

Tell me a riddle of what I did see
in you that made me think in that moment
I would find a soul deserving my lament.

Oh woe is me to ever possibly call you a friend
Woe is me to not see the signs
so easily to be seen by the blindest of the blind.

Love could save you and make you whole,
change the boy to a man and the fear to admission
that life offers a cure to your self-inflicted condition.

Little do you know that time is not kind.
It seeks no friends, it cares not for your life.
It does not sit and wait for you to make up your mind.

By Philip Wardlow

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The Moon and the Stars told Me

February 7, 2018 Philip Wardlow 3 Comments

I sat on my front porch
and stared out at the dark.
The moon was full
as was the sky
of stars
and fireflys.
I was seven maybe six
I was happy in that
moment,
content,
Looking up,
Lost in the moon
I thought of her
a girl I never knew
she would be pretty
she would love me
deeply as I loved her
And we would
be together
for all our days
I thought of her
somewhere else
looking at the moon
thinking the same
of me
“I will meet her one
day,” I whispered
to the night.
Then I went quietly
back inside.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

I Hunger

February 7, 2018 Philip Wardlow 2 Comments

You walk the forest deep
Little Red
For I follow in my silent creeping
Oh, what a poor innocent creature
You be
Did noone tell you
You should not tread
these woods alone?
I have not tasted
one such as you in
A long while
and
My tongue drips
as I lick my
lips in anticipation
in making a meal
of you this morn.
Will you scream, will you run
Will you cry as you fall
fall upon
the ground
With me above
And you beneath
Snap goes
a hidden branch beneath my feet!
You turn,
Eyes wide,
Yet not afraid,
You move in close
Drawing me into
A warm embrace
With a wicked
grin bringing me
to the ground and
your open
Legs.
You are no innocent
Little Red

By Philip Wardlow 2018

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

My Elemental

January 21, 2018 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

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She is Fire,
warm, smoldering,
hot to the touch,
all consuming
and hungry.
A brilliant bright undulating red,
mesmerizing to
behold as her flames
dance
Ever higher and higher

She is Earth
solid and nurturing
dark and mysterious
hidden and yet known
demanding and wanting
yet giving in full measure.
Rooted in wisdom, she grows in me
Holds me in the gravity of her,
planted deep.

She is Water,
Life sustaining,
A thirst quenched, a drought abated
A light cool sprinkle on a hot day
A swim in with clothes cast off
A river flowing, cutting through me,
meandering, delving into my secret
ways and passages of me
that only she could truly see

She is Air,
Felt as a playful breeze
kissing a cheek
As a moan through the trees
desperately searching for me
She often taps against my windowpane wanting to come in.
So I set aside the lock
pull up the pane of glass
and breathe her in
Then exhale
only to slowly breathe her in
all over again.

She is
my Fire,
my Earth
my Water
my Air.

She is.

GiFs for your Entertaiment, Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

If you Fall

January 17, 2018 Philip Wardlow 3 Comments

The future
is an undulating
bright blue fluid,
opaque in
clarity
carrying us along
in seeming chaotic
currents
Ever pulling
Ever churning
Yet,
a sense of purpose resides in its
flow,
a earning
a conviction
creating a burning
In the dark
depths
Of our lost souls,
but if you
should cascade and
Fall
Tumbling
Over
A
Sheer
Cliff
Wall
Well, then I
guess
I’ll soon
follow after.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

The Dance

January 17, 2018 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

The beat,
the beat,
it slipped
it bit
me
Then you
crooked your finger
and
your eyes showed
me that world
Of yours
All red and vibrant
Sex and Kisses
and whispers
And breath play,
decadent back rooms
where I snuck
In every chance I could get.
Now,
here we are.
Close in
while the music
wraps us
Binds us
suddenly
I see the wonderment
of my previous
worlds thought forgotten
Just fall away
Into your
Eyes
And I want to
follow it all
To the root of you
And dance
there
Til the end
Of my days.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

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The Softness

January 9, 2018 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

You are the soft points
between the hard
The smooth curves that
trace my heart
You are a delicate
touch
earning for more
with only a fingertip
of intention
caressing me
with a whisper
of a pained soul
reflected in my
own,
ever sinking
deep
deep
deep
Inescapably deep
into the softness
of all
that is you.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, Stories and Story Excerpts

Pooh to Piglet

January 5, 2018 Philip Wardlow 2 Comments

Pooh to Piglet

By Philip Wardlow

“Why do you suppose we are such good friends Piglet?” asked Pooh as they walked down the road together.

“Because we have been on such great adventures together?” asked Piglet

“Yes, and they were all very frightening but wonderful adventures to say the least, but it’s more than that I think.” Pooh said very seriously as if in deep thought.

“Well, maybe it’s because we look at the world together and agree about what we see.” said Piglet.

“That is true but we don’t see eye to eye on everything. You often think my pursuit and love of honey gets out of hand at times while I think it can never be enough.” Pooh smiled and patted his nice round belly absently as he said this.

“Hmmm…you have a point Pooh, there are times in your dreaming and your wonderings where I have come close to my wits end with you.” Piglet bemoaned to himself as he kicked a small pebble out of Pooh’s path as they walked.

“Yet still we are friends, in all these hundred acre woods we found each other and continue on.” Pooh mused to himself as he walked the road with Piglet.

“Why do you ask anyway Pooh?” Piglet turned to Pooh looking worried.

“Oh just a butterfly of a thought in my brain I get sometimes when I realize how lucky I am.” Pooh said smiling again.

“Oh.” Piglet said and smiled with him as they continued their walk down the road as he took Pooh’s hand in his

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Connection

January 1, 2018 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

I’m not looking for heavy
for my heart already weighs a ton
I’m unloading it day by day
with it weighing just a little less
with each run of the moon and sun.
But it’s a gonna be long while
til the weights all gone.

I just want your words,
I just want your time,
I just want all the things
you can’t give to just anyone.

I offer a shoulder,
I offer a smile and a laugh.
I offer a walk hand in hand
or a slow dance.
I’ll take you to bed
and bring you to that headspace
you crave.
Or we can just curl up
on the couch and snuggle
in our little cave.
Talking away the day.

Connect
extend that line to me
and I’ll connect
back.

Simple as that.

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What a Woman wants

December 29, 2017 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

What a Woman Wants~

She walks on by in her tight skirt,

as my brown eyes drink her in and

I say to myself, so it begans.

She smiles and I smile back,

I say hello in a way so she knows that

she matters in this moment to me.

I’m in engaged in her form, her voice.

Her smell of cinnamon must surely

taste like her lips if I were to kiss them.

I make you laugh as I tell you you’re the

sweetest girl I‘ve ever met and that I might just have

to take you home and put you on my toast in the morning

instead of my blackberry jam.

Would I be too forward if I took you by the hand

and looked into your eyes and told you to trust

me with your whole heart as I wiped

away a tear from the tale you told

me of your last man.

You see, I see you.

I get you, I see your quirks,

I see your moods, I see your passions

and I’m right there baby

Right next to you and I’m

not going anywhere

Now come over here

and let me show you

what love is my

Dear.

By Philip Wardlow 2017

Ain't no rest for the Wicked – Philip Wardlow – The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets..

Not much Time left for you

The Moon and the Stars told Me

I Hunger

My Elemental

If you Fall

The Dance

The Softness

Pooh to Piglet

Connection

What a Woman wants

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