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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Will you be?

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friend

 

 

Hello little guy,

will you be my friend?

For all mine have dissolved away

in the pouring rain

that has fallen throughout

this sad sad day.

Lights shine,

their energy

wanes,

sputters,

ends.

How many

cycles

should

be endured?

How many

lessons

need

be learned

until

a sense

comes to

mind

that I

truly

never had

any friends.

by Philip Wardlow 2016

P.S This poem  is NOT  about me just so you know. I often like to play with POV of other people.

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She tries

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I am at a lost
to fathom the depths
and heights of the walls
of her.

The precarious walk
she takes in the lofts
of the upper reaches
must be harrowing.

Her balance must be precise
leveled on the balls of feet
which tread a path where
a head floats in the clouds
never looking down.

At me.
The Flea.

Such is she.

That ignores me.
For who am I
but who laid his heart bare
for her.

It seems I have always known my place in her heart was but a vault
for another key to release
her from a prison.
That I could never see.

But she tries.
This girl. This woman.
She still tries
for me.

By Philip Wardlow 2016

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In your pants

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pants

Romance exists,

just as much as bullshit exists,

 to get into those tight pants you’re  wearing,

but I want to stay and help with the laundry

and fold those pants with you later.

by Philip Wardlow 2016

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The Zombie and the Saint

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The Zombie and the Saint~

 

 

She walked in a disjointed gait

down a dark desolate street

thigh highs taunt and tight

on a withered frame

hollow and desiccated.

Held together by a tight black

skirt, and laced corset.

I approached to ask  for a light.

Her dispassionate gaze

crawled over me,  a hunger

was there, undefined.

Dull, Defective, Defunct

I shrugged, and moved on.

A cold hand clutched

vice like,

as claws dug

into me, desperately.

I looked to her eyes

and found a light

Bright embers burning

deep.

And took her home

Or did

she take me?

I will never know.

But should I really care?

For she saved me.

She was my Saint.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I could say – A poem

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I could say ~
I could say
I have been wrongedBag
ten times over
and it drove me
creeping to the
state I am.
Punches came
Inflicted,
Left, Right, from you
from her, him,
from within.
I could say that…
But I knew.
I saw all the punches
coming,
and I just stood there.
and took it
That punch, then that one, and another
and the pain came.
It seems to like me
and I’m addicted
to it
Until I feel nothing else
but.
I could say I should
have bobbed and weaved
danced and played
with my opponent (s)
Been more of a fighter
than just a bag.
I could say a lot but
I can’t because my
lip is swollen shut
So I am waiting for it to heal
Then we’ll see
what I’ll say.
Philip Wardlow 2015
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Far Away…..

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Moon

Far Away ~

 

 

In a distant land I travel…

new sounds, new smells, new vistas

to grab the eye…to capture the heart anew

Yet the sun is same, the heat, its  glow,

The moon as it hangs like a bright bauble on a peg in the dark.

all its phases and it meanderings across the sky

the same.

This land, these people, these animals

they are not.

A new mystery, a new way of thinking to be discovered.

Yet the sand feels the same as I grab a fistful of it

and let it run on the wind.

There is an ancient history in it..

you can feel it in each grain that flies

through my fingers to be scattered

to the four corners.

Perhaps a grain will be captured on a thermal updraft,

and reach  heights to carry it across the globe

to  home.

To settle gently at your feet.

In silent company with you.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Snuggling

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Head to chest

she lays upon him

his heart beats..loud and clear

in her ear.

Strong hands idly rub her soft skin

in an embrace

of familiar affection.

Skin to skin.,

warmth projects

from within to without

and commingles.

A comfort.

A contentment

that cannot be contrived

or bought.

It simply is in that moment

what it is,

a deep snuggle and

a small world

all her own

with him.

By Philip Wardlow

snuggling

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

No Boundaries

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No Boundaries ~       BirthdayGirl

I see no signs
upon you
stating no trespassing.
I see no limit
with which I may
take your body to.
No caution markers
or road flares are set inside of you
unless I put them there,
pushing them into any hole
deep, deep, deep.
No lines confine me as
meander all over the
road
Bouncing to and fro.
You will never know where I’ll be,
for no laws direct me.
You live in my land
under my hand
but there are no borders,
no restrictions to how far you may travel.
Show me a map and I’ll throw it away.
I like surprises,
I like the hidden places
those secret spaces
that most people drive
right on by.
Show me yours
my adored
and I will show you a world
without boundaries.

by Philip Wardlow 2015

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Your eyes – A poem

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Jeremy_Penn_Jessica_Stam_eyes

 

 

 

 

Your eyes ~

Your smile is a lie

Your laugh is a lie

Your mouth is a lie.

 

But your eyes, yeah,

your eyes,

they never tell a lie.

 

Look away, look at me at deeply,

look at another, or at

me with disdain.

 

A broken dirty window to the soul

to climb through into you.

But I don’t wish to get cut.

 

The rules of you are a fickle thing at best,

written on a chalkboard always soon to be erased

and replaced anew.

 

Your eyes always give fair warning, like the

lighthouse as it swings around 360 degrees,

as I bob and  bounce in my little boat offshore.

 

The signal is clear in your gaze

or lack thereof

It’s crystalline blue.

and bright.

 

And will light my way out of this

maze that is you.

 

Philip Wardlow 2015

 

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Artist Jeremy Penn with model Jessica Stam

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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All of It – A Poem

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Hands

All of It ~

 

She’s everything,
cute, luscious,devine
wickedly mischievous
a show off, and needy,
funny yet pinch your nipples
serious at times
A passionate soul,
with a demanding nature to be
nurtured and loved and
hugged.
Eyes which twinkle yet bore
into yours, wanting
and wanting
more
and more and more
Damn she’s a chore.
But oh boy, when she asks for
more.
You know what I mean
You smile, because you want to
give it.
With her, your in it.
Deep….balls and all.
To the wall…to the floor…
in her arms and she in yours
and is there any
better place to be?

 

 

by Philip Wardlow