Tag Archives: GIF

Beautiful Drop Dead Dizziness

I won’t complain at the tiredness
in my eyes and befuddled brain,
because of the late night tryst
you and I partook of
when the clothes
came off.
as you electrify
all my senses
in one intense
sequence of
events starting with
a drawn out kiss
full of delicious
heart felt
endearing sweet
and abandon
that even after
being gone from you
a day, or an hour or two I find
I miss.
Wholehearedly and objectively.
Profusely, never obtusely
I see that I am good
for you and you are
good for me
You are just
the right kind
of drop dead

By Philip Wardlow 2018

The Moon and the Stars told Me

I sat on my front porch
and stared out at the dark.
The moon was full
as was the sky full
of stars
and fireflys.
I was seven maybe six
I was happy in that
Looking up at the sky
Lost in the moon
I thought of her
a girl I never knew
she would be pretty
she would love me
deeply as I loved her
And we would
be together
for all our days
I thought of her
somewhere else
looking at the moon
thinking the same
of me
“I will meet her one
day,” I whispered
to the night.
Then I went quietly
back inside.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

If you Fall


The future
is an undulating
bright blue fluid,
opaque in
carrying us along
in seeming chaotic
Ever pulling
Ever churning
a sense of purpose resides in its
a earning
a conviction
creating a burning
In the dark
Of our lost souls,
but if you
should cascade and
Well, then I
I’ll soon
follow after.



by Philip Wardlow 2018

Little Prince Quote by Antoine De Saint Exupery

“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred  thousand other little boys.  And I have no need of you, and you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a Fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, than we shall need each other. To me you shall be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.

by Antione De-Saint Exupery –  from The Little Prince 


Something has Died

I feel the husk of its dead shell
rubbing against my innards.
No piece of it breathes
yet it prods.
Reminding me it’s always
Just sitting.
Drained and desiccated,
where once
it was full
to overflowing,
now nothing
but decay
a void filled
only with
black matter.
A negative life if you will
The blackest of
Gouge out my eyes, then tape them
over times ten and
throw me in a capped well
type of black.
Something has died
in me
And I don’t know what.
But I want it back.
So I go in search.

by Philip Wardlow 2017


Mystery Girl

She flits
amongst the tangled
night in dreams
that I have not known
Yet the desire is
there to partake
of the darkness
that abounds and
surrounds from within her
Mingle me in your madness
Tangle me in your limbs
crawling across your skin
With my warm lips
against cold body
gradually gaining heat
the more you encompass
Your disguise is my own
you think you wear
I know.
Mystery girl,
still a sad
forlon whistling tune
hanging in the wind,
a shadow dimly cast by
a light trapped in a closet
from a future not promised
nor sure
she sits tap, tap, tapping
her index finger
on a desk that hardly
ever saw a word written
upon it.
I listen for
her echo
Deep, hallow,
I listen for it
in the night
as she flits and flutters
in the dark.

by Philip Wardlow 2017

Sally forth I say!



It’s a glorious morn for battle on the field of gold.

So be bold!

Attack the day lest you fall prey

to marauders at your gate.

Go forth and grind them to grizzle

pick your to teeth with their bones

while finding rapture in hearing their moans

Push! Push! Push !

through the tall grass.

Head low!  Be wary but

Go! Go! Go!

For its been said, that fortunes

go to the ones who are bold.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Why I,  am the boldest of the bold can’t you


So where be my fortunes, where be my wench

to console my pains, and give me succor

this day?

Where indeed.

Think not too hard on your gains not gotten

lest you fall ill to them before you

meet them my friend.

Be not so arrogant! Be not so aggrieved!

For any  man’s head can leave a

neck with but a peck of a well honed axe


No man’s future is certain nor ordained

by the vicious gods who play

their crap game

in the dark corners of your fated life.

Wise words, so heed them

or only peril shall follow

all your days.


by Philip Wardlow 2017










Mini-Poetry of Many Flavors





Her dress unraveled

Falling slowly, suddenly,

clothed now only  in a grin

to mirror my own.




Circling,  ever circling

around and around

eyes shaded to what is, what was,

what might be.  When all

we needed do was to stop and leave

this fun house to truly see , and never

buy a ticket again.



Cookie Cat

Oh fat cat, where

did that last cookie go?

Do you suppose

it went down

that big  mouse trap of a mouth?

I’m thinking so.



Shadow Play

Kill your shadow

before it kills you.

Your shadow doesn’t lead.

You lead you.