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Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

This Journey

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I could never see walking into this tomorrow without you.
Every single step  keeps you in mind
present as the air I breath deep into my lungs,
you are life giving, needed,
cherished, appreciated, and wanted beyond measure.
This Journey we take is long in the making
with pitfalls and obstacles aplenty.
But my heart is unfathomable in the many ways that it loves you
and boundless as the sky  in the expanse of what you mean
to me with every waking moment of my life.
Take my hand. Hold it tight.
I am never letting go.

by Philip Wardlow June 23, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Going Home

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It's mid-Spring and 
I'm going home today.
The cool air bites a little this April
but the sun flits teasingly through the trees
as I walk up to her, my home, and
I feel unbelievingly warm inside.

She will be my resting place, my abode, my shelter
she will be there to greet me with a loving smile
and inviting arms and I will embrace
her wholeheartedly.

For a while, I had been wandering on the shadowed trails
of life, but the place in her called to me
like a deep forest magic compelling and
pulling, no force on earth could alter my new path
that my feet found once they knew where to look
for her.

I knocked upon her door, she opened it and grinned that silly grin
and I asked if I could stay forever more
She nodded and laughed, happy as a
soul could ever be.

And I have never stopped loving the home which 
I found in her.

by Philp Wardlow June, 12th , 2023  (but really April 20th, 2018)
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

THE EYE

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Step into the EYE... walk into the unknowing. What are  afraid of?  Delve...delve...delve deep.

Fear is a weighed response to a possible biased outcome of your own forging, fear not that future, for it could unfold into a thousand other delightful experiences.

You will never know though, unless you step into the EYE.

So step, take my, let us both see what's on the other side together.


by Philip Wardlow  June 7th, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Caves,Tsunamis and Sand Castles

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The lot of this world are mere cavemen, still fresh and immature in thought and nature from the hole they crawled out of…

Squirrelly in action, violently trying to get that nut, not knowing why the compulsion drives them, while many others sit on the beach sunning themselves as the tsunami(s) roll ashore, smiling as their children make sand castles in the grand shadows of the approaching waves.

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Life Be Trippin’

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The sex was going great until the pills wore off
and the world spun out irate.

I had only just started  really getting into her when it was
suddenly all done.

Disappointed?

Fuck Yeah, Life Be Trippin'  like that...

Why can't it be like when I was six,  just
daydreaming and having fun.

Forts, bicycling, and ice cream under a
frantic delicious daze of days in the sun.

Nowhere and everywhere at once I was.

Life be trippin'  now boy.

I've  never been the same since that 
feeling of being six. 
After that was when the world
stopped making sense.

Everybody a problem, and every problem
of theirs belonging to you.

Yeah, life be trippin' deep. and I'm drowning,
Drowning in this life that keeps coming, and flowing 
and washing over me.

Feet grounded,
because I have forgot how to
fly.


By Philip Wardlow   June 1st  2022
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Resolutely Forever yours

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Once I was her Prince in courting,
now I am her Kingly Husband kneeling
and she my Queen and Wife,
Unwavering in love am I,
full of autumnal dreamings
never ceasing for the life and
lives we will lead
together bound fast
in charms and enchantments
that no witch or warlock
could tear asunder.

With pressed kisses we did
call all the magics of the Universe
to bear witness upon our oaths
felt true from heart to heart
as the elementals of Earth, Fire, Air
and Water danced around
our two spirits
embracing

She is my love,
and if a single tear of hers
should fall, then
so one of mine
She is my future, and my present
filling me with a need
to always be hers
in friendship, in trust,
in passions, and in
love.
Steadfast

 

by Philp Wardlow 2019

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Why don’t we

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Why don’t we buy a house
and call it our home
Live in it til
we’re gray and old
and the toothless dog
can’t chew his bone.

Why don’t we just let go,
pour it all out,
the fears, worries, and woe
Flush the toilet
and watch the shit
spin away forever gone.
And if backs ups
we plunger that bitch
until it drains
away.

Why don’t we
stoke the fire,
pour a drink at the bar
pet the cat as it
curls up close.
and yes that was a
euphemism for sex
meaning, let’s get it on.

Why don’t we
trust in us.
In that wonderful thing called love,
know it’s forever
bought and sold
no returns
rip up the receipt,
the stores closed,
out of business,
torn down.

You are mine and I am
yours.
No take backs.
Sold.

By Philip Wardlow 2019

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Leave me Be

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I wake up early
Laying there in the dull
grey darkness.
Aches, pains, tensions, and worries
intrude then.
Some I expect and accept, others I reject.
The rejected ones
Need to leave me be.
Just be
For once.
Perhaps this is what being
is for me.
Has always been
This conflicted contentment
This feared future
Not ever defined
Until it comes to pass
These runaway days
I chase after but they
fade, fade, fade
But I breathe a whispered
fuck you Mr. Future.
And get up when
the sun shines through
into my room.
Kiss you on the
cheek
And enjoy this
beautiful day.

by Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Fear and Want

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I fear the tangle
and the untangling
I want the nearness
but want to runaway
I fear words spoken
in the light of day
but want those
same words
whispered in my
ear in the dark in
full embrace.
Fear and Want Juxtaposed
Side by Side
a creeping glorious
Twilight

 

By Philip Wardlow 2018

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Down the line

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I may slip
in my stride
but I try.

I may even fall off the wall
with all various sorts of cracks
in need of repair.
But I try.

I will apologize but once.
feel sincere in my remorse
on its reckoning
but I shall not, will not
lay down on the tracks
as you push the throttle forward
on the engine as the
train of my destruction

I will simply wave instead,
as you pass by and disappear
down the line
and I will not look back.

by Philip Wardlow