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Punching Water – A poem
Punching Water –
If I had to describe what life was like
I would say it’s like punching water.
I flail with fists at this simple concoction of
wondrous matter with wild abandon.
Yet it feels no pain, no emotion
Bruised knuckles connect to its surface
breaking the stream,
It simply cascades around my skin.
Surface tension, caused by its bi-polar nature
reforms the flow after my useless flinging
of flesh has ceased.
My presence barely felt.
Strength is spent, muscles on fire,
breathing labored
I give up the fight
and cup my hands to take a drink.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
Uncurling Brightness – A Poem
Uncurling Brightness –
She may call herself invisible.
But I see her.
Melancholy eyes with a reflective inquisitive smile
for those that deserve it.
Hands that wish to touch,
and be touched.
Lips that wish to kiss
and be cherished.
Silent resolve,
and practiced patience
bundled in a cocoon
of courage that never
leaves any doubt.
Only a fool would fail to love
her.
Only a fool would see
her as a fading spiral,
while I only see
an uncurling brightness.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
She by Bob Marley
It’s Complicated – a Poem
It’s Complicated –
Sink or swim.
Hundred pound of feathers,
or a hundred pounds of lead?
Doggy paddle or breast stroke?
Doesn’t fucking matter, she says
My daddies got a motor boat.
I just smile and flick my ashes
in her drink,
and keep on walking.
You see it’s complicated,
this you and me thing.
My chemistry is mangled compared to
yours and there is no untangling
such a goddam chore
of a life you take
for granted.
You don’t see.
For me, it’s complicated,
like chess, or Risk
It’s far from fucking checkers
dear.
A game, is a game, is a game
and it could be fun,
This you and me.
It’s complicated.
For every game big or small
has got its rules but sadly
you never learned to read.
By Philip Wardlow 2014
See Her – A Poem
See Her –
She sits in silent reflection
staring out a window she can’t see through,
wondering at the days of
misfortune the world has heaped upon her.
“I am pretty aren’t I”, she asks
Her hips have just the right amount of flare,
Her breasts are well rounded,
her eyes are deep and mysterious as the night
is long.
She can turn a phrase and engage in interesting conversation
just as well as the next.
So why, why, why…
Does “that guy” not see her.
Find interest,
or get her.
Perhaps she dwells too much in the shadows
they cast and not in her own
light.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
Quote of the Day
“I’ll be the boat at night sitting off shore and you can be the lighthouse…unless its’ your turn to take the boat out tonight.”
by Philip Wardlow
My Heart and the Alien – A Poem
My Heart and the Alien –
I have a four chambered heart much like most everyone else,
I am a nerd in one heart,
a romantic in the next,
a perv in the third,
a dreamer in the last.
I am fading into your moody blue alien eyes.
as the cold night embraces an already
cold day.
All the chambers of my heart smile
back at you.
And beat with an unnatural warmth not
found on this earth.
You don’t belong here on this world,
and you are soon to leave.
Forever.
For that reason alone, I wish the
the sections of my heart would quiet itself
Each beat in quarter time to a tune
I do not recognize anymore since your
presence came to town.
Please leave soon on the next
spaceship out.
My heart is at war
and may soon burn it
self up.
Take to the stars, and then
and only then, can
my heart look to
them without doubt.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
What’s in your clay pot?
Haikus – The many moods of me – by Philip Wardlow
amongst them I fly freely
No ground to hold me.
from worlds I have brushed against
clear and newly cleaned.
My middle finger gives cue
to whisper screw you
as my world revolves around
my eyes on your hips
because your beauty demands
it of my lost soul.
from a smile, kiss, to caress
A peek at my heart.
Peace in a vacuum of words
Abandons the day
A terrible tidal wave
of pure savagery
Intertwined, a mosaic
of feelings unbound.
dismal days stretch forever
as the coffee cools.
dipped in the frigid waters
of a warm welcome.
