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Witch Hunt

October 19, 2016 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

Sister, sister, you’re dead now.

known as only ashes buried deep in a cold shallow

grave at the top of a lonely hill…

I saw you burn hotter than the sun, tied to a stake

worse than a dog was ever done.

Sister, your shrieks still fill my ears from

that day, as they continued to pile on the wood to your funeral pyre.

I saw them laugh as the flames rose ever higher and higher.

I could only salt the earth with my tears for I was far too young.

Far too young to save a lighted soul such as yours being wronged.

My own darkened that day,

blacker than a shipbuilder’s pitch.

A witch you never were, but now

a witch I have become,

and tonight I hunt.

Hunt for the many ones,

and oh they will surely see a witch

tonight of the like they

have never seen.

By Philip Wardlow 2016

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

My Killer Girlfriend

October 19, 2016 Philip Wardlow 2 Comments

I knew the moment I spied you

that the devil lived behind those blues.

How long ago did you trap him, for

I see he’s itching to play.

It’s clear from our encounter,

your a girl who can handle her boomstick

when it goes off with a kick.

Your grip on the gun is tight but loose as

silver bullets fill it, along with a gleam.

You smile that smile that I could die for as the

full moon rises, and

the day descends to glorious night.

My hand takes yours as we roam

the dank castle far beneath in the catacombs.

I’ll take the hammer, you take the stake

as we take out a vampire or two on our first date.

When other monster’s wish to interlude upon

our first kiss your casual air and

sadistic flair with an axe

cannot be denied as the crimson droplets fly

in the midnight air….Oh, I think I’m in love!

Let’s not dawdle, let’s not hesitate in our fate.

For we have a rendezvous, me and you, and it involves

Frankenstein and the Wolfman’s heads

on a plate.

by Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Hellhounds – A Dark Poem near Halloween Time

October 18, 2016 Philip Wardlow 2 Comments

Hellhounds –

Known by many names,

Gwyllgi, the Dog of Darkness,

Black Schuck, the Dog of Doom,

Dip, the little black hairy one who likes

to drink blood.

All hellhounds, demon dogs, omens of death

cast from the same malformed

misbegotten blackened molds.

An acrid, odorous smell precedes them,

brimstone wafts in their wake as they stalk

lost souls in the great hunt.

Paw prints burned into cold dead stone

give away their passage.

Eyes yellow of burnished bright gold.

or eyes of red, glowing like hot coals

Eyes that seek and search.

Be you the one?

Lost?

If so ,they shall drag you down and through

Hell’s doors where in your

new home you shall dwell

evermore.

By Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Killer Pumpkins – Poem #13

October 17, 2016 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

Killer Pumpkins

Ba dump…ba dump…ba ba dump.

Bump…

They roll.

They stroll

down the streets;

orange and angry.

Why do they roll?

Why are they not in bed,

with green leaves as blankets

To cover their orange ripply heads.

I suppose they’re pissed off

for being left behind

in the patch.

What the fuck was wrong

with them, they ask.

It’s Halloween and they’ve

waited long enough.

Knives in hand with

grins carved in,

ready to show

the little tricker-treat bastards

a real killer

pumpkin.

So they roll

and they stroll

down the street.

Ba dump.

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Halloween Shorts (Haikus)

October 17, 2016 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

The Dark needs my Soul
For it is feeding time now,
it’s always hungry.

********

I think it sees you,
I am sorry that is so
He kills very slow

*********

Think driven by the wind?
A lonely swing in the dark.
When alive, her friend.

*******

by Philip Wardlow 2016

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I’m a Rat! Poem

October 7, 2016 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

I don’t feel bad for stealing that piece of pizza pie.

Look me in my eye!

I’m a rat can’t you see,

a rat through and through.

You knew from my whip like tail,

to my twitchy whisker face, and my little ears

which danced to and fro

that I was up to no good

as I ambled up on ya, you knew, oh you knew

that pie was already

gonna be took!

Nom…nom…nom.

Hmm…there’s more.

Well why the hell not?

I’m a rat!

by Philip Wardlow 2016

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Mr. Heavy

October 4, 2016 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

It can compress;

this day

on temples, on back, and mind.

Tons and tons and tons

I feel it all the time, this gravity

like a thousand suns.

It rips, it pulls, it pushes, it smashes

This day in ruins.

And you cannot explain it away.

Why?

Why this heavy thing?

Where did it come from?

Why did the lightness simply go away

where once it resided.

Filled up like a helium balloon.

Now a lead thing sinks

into sands.

And no strong hands

could pull such a mass

free of Earth’s cold grasp.

Oh why, oh why Mr. Heavy do you bother?

Leave, just leave

and find another.

by Philip Wardlow 2016

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

For the wasps to feast by Candice Louisa Daquin

September 29, 2016 Philip Wardlow 2 Comments

Three hours unflinching on eiderdown turning cream pages sound of cat lifting window screen bending back in yogic form escaping house in black and white yawn to hunt the marigold colored birds maki…

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Tenacity

September 28, 2016 Philip Wardlow 3 Comments

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Mirage in You

September 26, 2016 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

What shall I say of the mirage in you.

Bright eyes, delicate soul,

with tenacious heart

beating,

Blood running, spilling.

(or was it alligator tears)

It wasn’t until I slipped, did I finally

read the sign, “Be careful, wet floor.”

You think too much of yourself

and not nearly enough

All IN or ALL OUT.

Absolutes seem to be your trademark.

You are perfection.

You are lovely.

You are alone.

And you like it like that. ( no you don’t)

Mirages are only real to the person

observing, not the mirage itself.

It knows its not real.

Then you

suddenly

disappeared.

by Philip Wardlow 2016

Sister, sister, you’re dead now.

known as only ashes buried deep in a cold shallow

grave at the top of a lonely hill…

I saw you burn hotter than the sun, tied to a stake

worse than a dog was ever done.

Sister, your shrieks still fill my ears from

that day, as they continued to pile on the wood to your funeral pyre.

I saw them laugh as the flames rose ever higher and higher.

I could only salt the earth with my tears for I was far too young.

Far too young to save a lighted soul such as yours being wronged.

My own darkened that day,

blacker than a shipbuilder’s pitch.

A witch you never were, but now

a witch I have become,

and tonight I hunt.

Hunt for the many ones,

and oh they will surely see a witch

tonight of the like they

have never seen.

By Philip Wardlow 2016

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I knew the moment I spied you

that the devil lived behind those blues.

How long ago did you trap him, for

I see he’s itching to play.

It’s clear from our encounter,

your a girl who can handle her boomstick

when it goes off with a kick.

Your grip on the gun is tight but loose as

silver bullets fill it, along with a gleam.

You smile that smile that I could die for as the

full moon rises, and

the day descends to glorious night.

My hand takes yours as we roam

the dank castle far beneath in the catacombs.

I’ll take the hammer, you take the stake

as we take out a vampire or two on our first date.

When other monster’s wish to interlude upon

our first kiss your casual air and

sadistic flair with an axe

cannot be denied as the crimson droplets fly

in the midnight air….Oh, I think I’m in love!

Let’s not dawdle, let’s not hesitate in our fate.

For we have a rendezvous, me and you, and it involves

Frankenstein and the Wolfman’s heads

on a plate.

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I don’t feel bad for stealing that piece of pizza pie.

Look me in my eye!

I’m a rat can’t you see,

a rat through and through.

You knew from my whip like tail,

to my twitchy whisker face, and my little ears

which danced to and fro

that I was up to no good

as I ambled up on ya, you knew, oh you knew

that pie was already

gonna be took!

Nom…nom…nom.

Hmm…there’s more.

Well why the hell not?

I’m a rat!

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