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Uncurling Brightness – A Poem

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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

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All she Really Wants – A Poem

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All she really wants –Sharing
She walks on silent
tip toe to my room
Enters without knocking.
and says nothing as she crawls
in with me beneath the covers.
She is naked and warm
as she lays alongside me.
I embrace her,
arm around her shoulders,
her head nestled in my neck.
One of her naked legs lies
between my own.
Her soft cheek upon my chest
as her hand wraps my  waist.
This is all she wants this night.
Nothing more. Skin to skin
Sharing the same warmth.
I hold her hand in mine
and we simply fall asleep.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
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It’s Complicated – a Poem

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Chess

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Quote of the Day

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“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

 

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My Heart and the Alien – A Poem

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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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Bad Boy Finished – A Poem by Philip Wardlow

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Bad Boy FinishedBB

What is it with the female

persuasion that

clings to the

notion that

danger

is a delicious dish?

You smile, you laugh

as you believe the stories,

the promises, and the kismet

collected in your

nightstand drawer

that you sift through every once

in awhile to tell yourself

that surely it existed,

because a fool is

something you’ve

never been.

Was your pride

greater than his,

to think you

met up to

his

invisible measuring

stick he never

cared to share?

Tell me.

What’s so great about this

bad boy you came to love?

What’s so great about this

fool who dared to hurt someone

such as you.

Tell me he was true.

Tell me he was everything

and I’ll shut the fuck up.

 by Philip Wardlow 2013

Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Quote of The Week – by Philip Wardlow

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Love

Allowing ourselves to let love in, is the hardest thing in life to do.

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Peek – A wee little Poem by Philip Wardlow

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peek

Did you get a good peek?  She asked.

I got more than a peek, I say

Because I have quick eyes…

and I’m always looking your way

when you walk by.

by Philip Wardlow

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Well she’s Gone…

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I had a 30 day Poem Challenge I was working on for Halloween….but pardon my French…FUCK  it for now…I’ll just write two poems in one day tomorrow instead to make up o for it.

You see, I had to see help my wife get ready to go to AFRICA Saturday for the next 14 days and see her off at the airport….so I guess you could say it’s not your typical day for me.

My mind was not very focused …I didn’t give a shit about a poem I guess…Look below . Would give you give shit about a poem if this woman was leaving you for the  next 14 days?

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I thought not.

So I am in not a give a fuck mode…I went to the bar…had a drink or two .watched the Detroit Tigers play the Boston Red Sox game  because I didn’t want to watch it alone, I needed people around me to see it…AND we WON….

My wife, TISHA, would be so jealous that she missed the game.

Here’s to you babe…gulp.

Btw I got suddenly depressed that I couldn’t share the WIN with her…we see ALL the games together. It’s gonna be hard a series without her.

Okay I’m done whining…just had to say it…

You will be seeing more poems and stuff (hopefully a story soon)   tomorrow.

Ya’ll have a good night…..Go Tigers and enjoy yourself in Kenya babe..