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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Thoughts that have meandered through my Mind

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How many women really own their sexual side…demand to be seen…demand satisfaction..I fear not enough…

Intimacy can come in many forms and it could be with a woman, a man, or nature..and it has but one definition…an intangible soft closeness.

Bright eyes, bright smile, an open heart and a passionate wanting with a wicked way..that’s what I like in you….may it never change.

Certain friends have always been imaginary, only daydreams…flits of movement at the edges of your sight. that’s all they have ever been

We are all shrouded in the skins of our choosing since our inception.

Lost eyes following a lost heart down a trail of stolen bread crumbs

There are riots in me at times…and they burn and break and pillage through the city that is me

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Oh Fool –

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Oh Fool ~

Embrace the wilderness oh foolish spirit….tease and taunt ..be impulsive take risks and fly foolhardy into the wind ….

Philip Wardlow  2015

 

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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

What I See ~ An erotic Poem

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What I See ~

Artist: Steve Smith
Artist: Steve Smith
She’s a colorful tapestry
overlaid in glass
framed in rigid steel
laid gently
upon my bed.
I don’t know what to make of her.
but I know very well
what I wish
to do to her.
She’s pure sex….
bottled and stoppered,
all I need do is
pull the cork
and she will  flow over me
to fill in my every niche
of need that dwells
within.
She is strong,
resilient, quiet
and purposeful
She has many needs
herself,
deep as a well
and as dark.
but her colors
are bright
and they attract.
Oh that poor moth to the flame.
He never stood a chance.
Yet, I trace each piece of her
as she lies there
from azure blue, to crimson red.
to the delicate pinkish
hues that only a
gentleman like me
is allowed to see.
Her heat is inviting
I am not burned
for it matches my own
and it grows and grows.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Waiting for the Train

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WaitingforTrain

 

I sit.

The thrum thrum of the tracks travel

through my core…

from the cold rolled steel on

a winter morn.

It’s coming; my train.

The vibrations are distant as

my tensions  strain

against the boundaries set long

ago in a land made of

flimsy paper mache.

It’s imminently imminent

that time ticks ticks

on the whim of

a pendulum  made of wooden sticks

Light it low,

and watch it burn bright.

And by all the laws

of physics time ticks

faster,

and faster as it burns

the length of its swing.

The whistle blows.

As I continue to

sit

sit

sit.

On the track, on this

cold

cold

morn.

For my train to come.

 

 

By Philip Warldow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

I wish

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I wish ~
I wish many things…
I wish to have my cake and eat it to….
 
I wish to write write  write and give people a little of my unique insight
 
I wish to have you in every sense of the word.
 
but I dream…I wish…I conjure
 
I mark my time….I bide it well….and wait for that fish.
 
to come swimming by my net….
 
to pull him up and put him on my boat
 
I just hope my hand does not slip as I  try
 
to get a sure grip on that tiny little fishy
 
How sad it would be to see
 
my wish fall back
 
to the dark
 
dark sea
 
beneath.
By Philip Wardlow 2015
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

A Thimble Full of the Moon – A poem

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A Thimble Full of the Moon ~Dunes

 

Sun scorched skin feels flayed,

raw and on fire,

lips cracked,

tongue swollen,

body drained…weak as a ragdoll.

I crawl through ever shifting sands

with far off lands

shimmering in the distance

that never seem to draw close.

Alone,

I endure the silence

of the ever beating

sun upon my back.

Cold solace comes in the form of

night stars which

are more a stranger than

their close abusive cousin.

Yet my companion moon

comes to dance for me.

She flies with her curved form

arcing across the sky.

Every now and then she helps me along

my way.

As I spy her reflected in a thimble sized  pool

of water

in the shadows of the dusty

dunes at night.

I drink.

And that is enough

to continue onward.

 

 

Philip Wardlow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Perspective

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You have so many years to discover others and yourself…
Life is never all about one thing…not sex..not love…not possessions…not knowledge…its everything; comingled into one great perspective that is unique just for you and sometimes you can meet that person who gets you a little and you get them and you share that perspective together and at that same time learn each other. Then that perspective shifts again for you both..and you sync up.
That’s more than love…that’s a mystery and its beautiful….:)
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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Stars

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Stars

Oh short life, that I wish were longer, lift  me up to the stars so that I may float among them and touch them with shy fingertips as I gradually get to know them all intimately like a father meeting his estranged child for the first time after eons of separation and forced expulsion. A lesson had to be learned before I could return to the stars….a lesson deep and longing …personal and reflective for each that finally find their final resting place to call home….

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

I grin – A small poem

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I grin ~

 

I grin at danger or a challenge,

I grin at life when I know its trying to beat me down

just as I’m grinning at you now

as you lie naked on my bed.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Your eyes – A poem

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Your eyes ~

Your smile is a lie

Your laugh is a lie

Your mouth is a lie.

 

But your eyes, yeah,

your eyes,

they never tell a lie.

 

Look away, look at me at deeply,

look at another, or at

me with disdain.

 

A broken dirty window to the soul

to climb through into you.

But I don’t wish to get cut.

 

The rules of you are a fickle thing at best,

written on a chalkboard always soon to be erased

and replaced anew.

 

Your eyes always give fair warning, like the

lighthouse as it swings around 360 degrees,

as I bob and  bounce in my little boat offshore.

 

The signal is clear in your gaze

or lack thereof

It’s crystalline blue.

and bright.

 

And will light my way out of this

maze that is you.

 

Philip Wardlow 2015

 

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Artist Jeremy Penn with model Jessica Stam