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30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, GiFs for your Entertaiment, Inquiring Minds

My Dear Psycho- 30days till Halloween Challenge – Poem #3

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My Dear Psycho,

Strip me bear and lead me to the bath tub

naked and lay me

within.

Slit my wrists, slit my throat and have

my deliciousness drain from me

and let it feed the sewers below.

Watch the light slowly leave my eyes,

as you hold me close in a lover’s

viscous bloody embrace.

Sing to me of your wanting,

Sing to me of your loss you hold

deep and dark as pitch that never

knew love.

My Dear Psycho,

Dip a finger or two into an open

wound that you so choose and

paint a caricature upon me of you.

Leave me smiling,

leave me bloody and blessed by your touch.

Leave me dead

In my own bathtub.

My dear Psycho.

By Philip Wardlow

30 Days of Halloween Poem Challenge, Inquiring Minds

Haunted Baby. – 30days till Halloween Challenge – Poem #2

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CrazyBaby

Haunted Baby

While I slumber you climb  out  from your graveyard crib

and creep.

What foul revenge do you seek?

Baby Baby , Haunted Baby.

Stay Away!

But to my kitchen you do go,

to grab  the sharpest knife you see,

then toddle and teeter on unsure feet

with a sure grip on blade in hand,

you make your way to where I sleep.

Baby Baby, Haunted Baby

Stay Away!

I toss and turn,

for in the dim fog that is my brain,

I feel a nightmare approach

in a slow dead march

down my long dark hall.

Baby Baby, Haunted Baby

Stay Away!

With dead baby teeth you pull your way up

my crisp linen sheets like

an animal enraged.

The moon shining through my window

is the sole witness

to your evil

as you plunge

the blade deep.

It is only then a smile

replaces the snarl

on your lips

as you fade off to

sleep.

Baby, Baby.

By Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Strength of Her – A poem

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Strength

The Strength of Her – A poem

She is solid.

A brick wall could not withstand the onslaught she takes

upon herself in a day.

Crumblings of broken mortar would be the only memory of it.

Limits in place may  try and take hold

of a body pushed to the extreme,

but her mind says. “Nuh, uh. I ain’t having none of that”

Tired, but tireless.

Her core is molten lava

never cooling,

always moving,

burning through

shit as it travels.

Stay the fuck out of her way.

Back up.

Let her work.

Just smile, and admire, and admit

silently to yourself

how you wish you were her.

By Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

You Cheeky Raven, Nevermore! A Poem

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Oh Raven,  you may tap,tap,tap,

incessant in your endeavors to ever trap

me in your tangled lies ten feet deep.

I be not such a fool to fall sway to your unearthly rules

of tortuous maladies you delight in inflicting on ever passerby

you do seek to see that lies in your line of darkest sight.

Your taunts as you perch and preen on pedestal high

do naught a thing to one such as I.

Your guile lies transparent as a ghost.

A thrown token. shiny and bright to fall at my feet.

Yet, as I do bend down to pick it up,

you no sooner pilfer my pockets of my weeks hard earned

fortune as you seek to simply

call it black luck where I would be none the wise.

Nevermore you say!

Bah, I say . Be gone this night before the morn

brings the dawn and turns your cheeky words

to flotsam to be carried away on the shore’s

of my discontent.

You may know the depth of many souls

as you may know mine,

but there is no barter to be had, no wager to be paid.

MY soul is my own.

No matter how dark and cold.

By Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Different Tastes – an Erotic Poem(Mature Content! You have been warned)

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Different Tastespoprocks_and_coke

I dip my dick

into a wine flute

filled with Pinot Grigio

Now,

Taste.

What does your tongue tell you?

Are you a connoisseur?

Tell me the year.

I will pour you anything you prefer.

Now.

Spread your legs and let my

fingers linger until a raging

wetness ensues.

Now,

You must choose.

Grape or strawberry?

Pop Rocks go in and

mingle inside your moistness

Crackle…Crackle…Pop!

Mmmmmm…

Strawberry…good choice.

Now,

Remove the ice cold Coca Cola

from the fridge,

Pop the cap, pour it out and

plunge it in your pussy deep.

Your body shudders as you

exhale slowly.

Now,

Bottle removed

I enter with all the warmth of the sun.

Your body shudders again

as you exhale.

Now,

Time for the grape.

By Philip Wardlow 2013

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Three Poem Series about our Natures

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Desolate Dame

 

You give him a grin

and forget it all when he

grabs a breast.

He smiles that same stellar smile

that trapped you so long

ago.

You sweat it all out through sexual labors

and forget…

all the moments meandering

constant

in the frontal lobe of your brain that aches

to cut him loose and send him downstream

to go cascading off a cliff.

Yet you play the martyr to his Mussolini,

tied up and tortured in the town square,

while all the passerby’s look the other way.

Weakness

Doesn’t become you.

Defiance should rule.

But yet you grin all over again

when he grabs your breast.

Philip Wardlow 2013

Lazy Days

 

 Orb bright over head,

Naked we lay…tanning.

 

I kiddingly ask if I can lay the palm

of my hand on your ass

and just leave it there.

 

I tell you casually while the sun bakes us,

that we have about another 100,000 yrs

of evolution to go before we stop believing

the bullshit we speak now.

 

Dark clouds move in  as old Mr. Nimbus blows.

A storm is coming…hopefully it only

blows away the shit we don’t need in

our lives.

 

Sorry babe…

Feeling melancholy again I guess.

 

I get lost in the fantasy, because the reality of it all,

is so much different than we suppose.

 

Fantasy….Reality?  Each one has its place.

Haven’t  decided which of the two is

stranger yet.

 

We grab our towels as old Mr. Nimbus spits on us

and go inside to have nice a cold beer .

 

Philip Wardlow 2013

KISA Syndrome

 

“Why ME?”  she asks

I don’t know.

Because you let me in.

Because you’re a good person.

Beautiful,

Intelligent,

Passionate,

But most of all because you’re so full of despair.

…and I have a sword.

Philip Wardlow 2013

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Above three poems originally featured in an online publication called Boyslut – http://boyslutpublications.com/

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Shooting Star – A Poem

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Shooting StarShootingStar

I made a wish on a

star that was falling.

How foolish was I?

Perhaps wishes are a fancy

best left for little kids in the backyard

on a warm summer night,

because I can’t afford them anymore.

At the end of the rainbow you say?

I need what’s in that pot to pay for them all.

All those wishes made long ago.

Well that’s a long fucking walk to take in a day.

Cuz, that old damn rainbow seems to move

away with every careful step I take.

Now if I could find that shooting star

That just fell from the sky so high from

outer space into my backyard.

Feel it’s warmth, it’s fading half remembered glow,

as I hold it with hands held tight.

Well that would be something I reckon

That would be alright.

By Philip Wardlow

GiFs for your Entertaiment, Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Your Mask – A Poem and a Blitz of Gifs

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Masksman

Your Mask

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Be it made of paper maché or plastic,

carved mahogany with a golden veneer,

or crystal clear quartz glass.

You wear one.

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Morning, noon, and night;

removed only when sleep comes.

For what purpose does it serve your dreams?

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Dead eyed stare, twisted grin, or a curious

smile that creeps ever upward hiding a secret

sin.

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Callous nature cloaked behind a beguiling

eye of the bluest blue.

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A beauty called to recklessness,

a perfection that only Death will strive

to collect once due.

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Know this.

All facades eventually decay and crumble.

Leaving you bare before everyone and yourself

as you stare into the mirror trying to

collect the pieces to a mask that no longer

fits.

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By Philip Wardlow 2013

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Feeling overwhelmed? Yes, wearing a mask does that to you sometimes.

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Ocean of You

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If I could hold an ocean in a glass then I could probably understand all there is to you…

Photo Courtesy of Silivia Grav
Photo Courtesy of Silivia Grav

 

GiFs for your Entertaiment, Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Haiku to you too!

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PlayfulHand
Awake yet I dream
Shadows play and ponder why
I stay and slumber
Donjuan
My lips form a smile
as your hand trembles in mine.
My claim has been staked .
Headlight
Disconnect me please
the pace of the world distracts
I wish to relate.
bloodhands
Laid open palm stings,
as red pools in the shallows,
heart drips to the floor
BlackWhite
Lies wander to truth
as the center shakes off pleas
to honest deceit.