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La vie est belle (Life is Beautiful) Song by Indochine

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Life is Beautiful

 

My banker thinks that I might need somebody to help me

Whereas, my shrink  says that I actually need somebody to love me

The passing time always leads us to face ourselves

If it’s not me, who’ll resolve my problems?

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

Try to better see how much life is beautiful, open your arms

I told myself, ah, that life is beautiful

Maybe for you, who lives like you’re in a dream

Dressed in gold and silk

Ah, life is beautiful

Ah, life is beautiful

Mom sees me becoming an architect or a doctor

I work at the plant, my boss sees me as worth nothing

Dad told me ‘being a musician is not a job’

Let me close my eyes until tomorrow, at least

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

Try to better see how much life is beautiful, open your arms

I told myself, ah, that life is beautiful

Maybe for you, who lives like you’re in a dream

Dressed in gold and silk

Ah, life is beautiful

Ah, life is beautiful

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

Try to better see how much life is beautiful, open your arms

I told myself, ah, that life is beautiful

Maybe for you, who lives like you’re in a dream

Dressed in gold and silk

Ah, life is beautiful

Ah, life is beautiful

 

Lyrics and Song by Indochine

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Landscapes of You

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Landscape

Landscapes of You

 

As I rise at dawn

and look out upon this landscape

It’s got nothing on you babe.

The mountains can’t touch your heights which I climb

In the morning light and the fertile valley

below is where I’ll go to set up my campfire

and have a weeny roast every night.

Let me fall down hard against your snowy soft skin and make

snow angels with my tongue as I go deep in.

The rivers and streams that meander around me can’t

get any wetter than your bed as I lie at your shore .

Maybe I’ll take a swim in your deep lake and paddle

down to the waterfall where I hear it’s a gusher.

The pinks and reds that I bring out in your cheeks and lips

as you gyrate those hips below

stir the four winds to blow

me away off this wind swept peak

that I cling to with barely a fingertip.

I’ve packed lots of rations, trail mix, water and

peanut butter cups to keep my energy up.

My hike is not over by far, because I’ve got many trails to cover.

I can’t leave any one spot untouched or ignored,

The beauty of this mysterious place I call

paradise must be explored.

The smell of clover and dandelions pervade my senses

as I drink your sweet scent in.

The nearness of you is nature in its most erotic essence

bottled in the pores of

your skin.

 

By Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Her – A poem

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Her

 

Her ~

 

Her nature is fluid

a whisper

a scream

a jest

A consistent wanting

ever disguised.

How to cope with her?

Ha!

Now that is a trick question!

You do not cope.

You do not endure.

You do not wish.

Simply be,

like a kite in the wind

letting your tail be your anchor

as the breeze blows,

keeping you aloft.

Floating upon her currents.

You fly…

higher

and higher.

Never questioning

why

as you  just enjoy the ride.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Beauty defined

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Beauty Defined ~

 

If you were to ask me to define what beauty is, I would first pause in my thinking, lose focus to the world and go inward and remember all the instances that touched….held me…..affected me….or drew me in where I had no choice but to be in that moment with it.

I then would ask you the same question and for you to go inward as well.

Then I would ask you of all the instances you remember and I would tell you of mine. And we would share them.

Then in that instant another beautiful moment would be born.

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by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

She – a Poem

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She ~

She’s beautiful… not oh, look at her pretty face I want to fuck her beautiful.

Of course I would in any angle and position I could put her in.

But beautiful like an explosion of all the senses that she touches in you.

From your heart to your hand which finds all her release points.

Her eyes that find yours across the room , wanting nothing else but to please…

She’s beautiful in the way that leads you to want to wrap around her like a blanket .

She’s an addiction, an affliction a contradiction at the apex of her attraction

She’s trouble.. oh so much trouble

but the good kind you want to unwind

and let spin and spin and spin

She is simply a connection, a puzzle piece,

that missing part that you didn’t know

was apparently needed

to make your soul complete.

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watercolor by Steve Hanks

By Philip Wardlow 2014

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

See Her – A Poem

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Brightshadow

 

See Her –

She sits in silent reflection

staring out a window she can’t see through,

wondering at the days of

misfortune the world has heaped upon her.

“I am pretty aren’t I”, she asks

Her hips have just the right amount of flare,

Her breasts are well rounded,

her eyes are deep and mysterious as the night

is long.

She can turn a phrase and engage in interesting conversation

just as well as the  next.

So why, why, why…

Does “that guy”  not see her.

Find interest,

or get her.

Perhaps she dwells too much in the shadows

they cast and not in her own

light.

by Philip Wardlow 2014

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

What a woman wants – A poem by Don Juan aka Me :)

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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 2012