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
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