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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Sun Surfer

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I'm a sun surfer, riding waves of fire and fusion,
I graze the gravity wells on a board of pure energy, slicing through the primordial particles of plasma
Burn baby burn!
Do you feel it?
Ain't nothing better when surfs up.
I  shoot the curl of  a sun flare out into space and almost
touch Mercury before I plummet
flung back down the barrel
as it spits me towards  the sun's surface
to finally kick out
and to settle,  just floating
taking it all in, 
I smile inwardly as I drop in again
 and do it  all over
Ain't nothing better bro.
Tomorrow isn't promised
Nature's energy setting a plate
for you to eat off of,
so carve it my brother and sisters, 
eat those waves well,
 Wack, Hack, Crack, and Snap,
your way through.
Throw buckets of ions
as you slam and jam
on through.
Ride, ride, ride
do or die.
That's the only way to catch
the sun
Truly.

by Philip Wardlow February 7th, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Dark Days Perhaps Fade Away – Poem#1 through 3 Collection

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Poem #1

Snuggled down deep with the dark at our backs, intense heated light upon our cheeks while tales are told of places and times either long gone or yet to be of the bold; fighting, with either triumph or death to unfold in stories so unreal as to be real for truth lies in the darkest of tales, ever mercurial and seeking a willful ear…

 

 

Poem #2

Lost little monster of the dark auburn woods . She is hidden, ever hidden deep within. A hideous beauty.  Sweet dark girl with eyes that burn with a magic earned in dark fires held sway by an intense and longing angry pain. More fearsome than the darkness that seeks her or so she thinks. Beguiling and devilish yet unknowingly selfless. Just you wait, you’ll see. when the blackness truly and finally comes to knock upon all our doors and hers, she’ll be the only one strong to stand in its way.   To right the many wrongs of a life stripped away.

Poem #3

If there be real magic, I shall discover it in my travels upon my boat, with its sails made of flicks of flame billowing and full, pulling me across a crystal ocean through the night and day of this worn out world.  Alone I shall go, but you may accompany me  if you so wish. But please know dear companion, I shall seek that magic even if I should fall off the edge of it all to find a new more inviting place…

 

 

All poems by Philip Wardlow 2017

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Burn

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Let me learn you.
Let me take residence
in your mind
for the moment
and kick up my feet
next to the fireplace
inside of you.

Let me feed that fire,
stoke it…shift it,
sustain it as I warm myself.

What are the limits
you will climb to?
Will you burn the house down
to get to me?

Will you eat and eat like
a fire does.

Consuming everything
wanting more and more?

Go ahead.
For I will burn with you.

From deep red, to a pale yellow
to bright orange,
dancing and blinding
in the night.

I will burn with you
leaving nothing left
but ashes in the
end.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Burn – A poem

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Burn~
Let me learn you.
Let me take residence
in your mind
for the moment
and kick up my feet
next to the fireplace
inside of you.
Let me feed that fire,
stoke it…shift it,
sustain it as I warm myself.
What are the limits
you will climb to?
Will you burn the house down
to get to me?
Will you eat and eat like
a fire does.
Consuming everything
wanting more and more?
Go ahead.
For I will burn with you.
From deep red, to a pale yellow
to bright orange,
dancing and blinding
in the night.
I will burn with you
leaving nothing left
but ashes in the
end.
by Philip Wardlow 2015 
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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Embers in Transition – A poem

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BurningPassion Embers in Transition ~

My nature has always been as bright embers…

clumped,  low and smoldering

always smoldering within me.

Never roaring, never a  conflagration

never wanting to burn bright,

to consume and conquer.

A fearful ball of flame, apprehensive

of overreaching its borders,

Self constrained and wrapped tight.

Hidden and held down.

I’m burning up.

layer by slow layer from the inside.

I need to let it trickle out

and let the air in.

Feed it,

give it what it wants….

So it can truly burn like

it has always wished

it could

From without.

by Philip Wardlow 2014