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Encounters with women

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As she  walked down the hall,  every up and down turn of her hips mesmerized me more than a  snake charmers dance with  a cobra…

She was  a petulant child trapped in  a woman’s body  with the insatiable  appetite of a sexual succubus, 

She  confessed her desires, let me have all of her, then used me up, cast me aside,  and then knocked on my door and asked for it again and I obliged her with a smile and let her in.

I would have come and danced with her in the rain but sometimes I liked to watch  from afar and get lost in the beauty exploding from her smile.

Neither one of her two sides were her but both together made her who she was.

Her  curves were  beautiful, from hip to lip, from breasts to almond eyes, She took delight in letting me help her with all her secret sins that her mind meandered to.

Even the want of  death is life because its a feeling. Hold on to life through that feeling and claw your way out of your loose soiled grave dear girl.

When ever she bent over or reached up for something upon a shelf, did she know how absolutely enticing her body  looked when she did  it?  I’m thinking she did…

Violence never solved anything but it sure did look sexy on her in that moment in bed…

When she leaned her  face first  against the wall  wearing that silk dress knowing I knew she was  not wearing anything beneath, the invitation was too much to bear.

She  was  a magnet to me the first time I laid eyes upon  her and she has  been every day since.

by Philip Wardlow June 1st, 2022

 

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The Everything and the Nothing

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If I were to suddenly evanesce, to flee, to disappear, 
to run fast and headlong into the bright nothingness of the night,
what ruin would find my absence?

Would their be sick wailing siren calls of the once was
reaching my soul's ears 
through the
nothingness of me?

I hope not. Not Wailing over me.... a tear or two will do, followed
quickly with a laugh.

But I do not wish to know the old world anymore after I am gone.
Why dry up and go, if to only to still receive drops of the
once-was in a teacup, to simply drink bitterly
of.

Remember me or don't, for I will not care as
I lie afloat amongst the stars, dreaming of new
things, new worlds, new excursions to catapult
a frayed mind to healing, to repair a ripped soul
torn asunder.

Cry and smile in the same instant is
all I ask of you if you do remember, for I
liked to be missed in both respects.
So I guess I do care a little at that.

I believe in everything and nothing in this Universe and I
would miss both aspects were I to finally fall into the
abyss of what-not and possibly nothings.
 
I enjoy the Everything of  people healing of the
cuts they give themselves and get,  and its wondrously satisfying
to partake in living in that magical epiphany 
of them 
I do not enjoy the Nothing, in the sense that 
they will continually scratch the scabs to bleeding
every so often and there is no mop big enough, 
nor pail of water full enough 
to ever fully clean it all up.

I am tired of slipping in their blood.
The Everything of them is wonderful
buy sometimes the Nothing of them
becomes all too much. 


By Philip Wardlow Dec, 2021










 





 

	

	
	




	
	

				

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Why is Snow White the most beautiful?

		

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No one is the MOST beautiful. Most and Beautiful do not go together except in the subjective sense. If you believe Snow White is the most beautiful, then she is…if I believe she not the most beautiful, then she is not. Maybe you like her voice and singing…I do not….maybe you like her fair skin and dark hair color, and I perhaps prefer a blonde with a tan. Maybe I prefer a girl with muscles who takes care of herself in a fight, and you prefer a damsel in distress. With no prejudices behind it , maybe I think Cinderella is prettier….Beauty in something is a personal thing with many layers at times ….preferences that speak to you. Even something “ugly” can be beautiful…simply because it speaks to YOU.


Simple as that.




P.S.  The Evil Queen besides being very vain  and being naive for listening to a magic mirror was also very insecure… don’t be an evil Queen.






by Philip Wardlow July 2020





	

	
	




	
	

				

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Magical Maria

		

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Do you know of magical Maria?

Some say she be

a sassy sprite with a  bit of a bite,

or perhaps a  nymph

wearing nary a stitch

frolicking and flitting

through the dark forest night,

just as nude as the moon

and as bright.


I was once told she be

a naughty gremlin who

causes all kind of ruckus

getting into much trouble

with no shame or blame

to share,

a real ne’er do well at times

mucking up more mystical

mischief than I ever did see

of anyone that could ever

be.


Ah, but the keenest of tales

say she is a fairy of much

renowned

A beauty of the rarest rare

with eyes of emeralds and

lips of the sweetest cherries

and red, red flowing hair

wrapping around a body soft

as a new born babe.


She rides a Unicorn some say

and if you are lucky enough

on a given day

you perchance may

just catch a glance

of the prettiest creature that

even rivaled the stars to

distraction.


If you be so lucky enough.


by Philip Wardlow 2018

	

	
	




	
	

				

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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


 

	


	








	
	

				

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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

	

	
	






	
	

				

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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