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All of It – A Poem

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Hands

All of It ~

 

She’s everything,
cute, luscious,devine
wickedly mischievous
a show off, and needy,
funny yet pinch your nipples
serious at times
A passionate soul,
with a demanding nature to be
nurtured and loved and
hugged.
Eyes which twinkle yet bore
into yours, wanting
and wanting
more
and more and more
Damn she’s a chore.
But oh boy, when she asks for
more.
You know what I mean
You smile, because you want to
give it.
With her, your in it.
Deep….balls and all.
To the wall…to the floor…
in her arms and she in yours
and is there any
better place to be?

 

 

by Philip Wardlow

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Haikus of many flavors

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Skipping ~pretty

My mind skips to you,

Hip kick, quippy smile girl

I try not to trip.

 

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My Hands ~sexy

I smile knowingly,

her breasts were made for my hands

As were other parts.

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Whispers ~Mirror

Hidden words whisper,

As her soul shouts to be heard

Mirror doesn’t tell.

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Little Kitten ~angrykitten3

Kittens fangs are short

Paws petite, but claws sharpened

Feral to the bone.

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Fire ~flame-symbol

Roaring fires burn

buried deep in the mind

my eyes shine with it.

 

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Red Wine ~sexy+wine

Keyed up in body

Red mixed with red finds the head

as my eyes find you.

 

 

 

By Philip Wardlow

 

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Certain Parts – A poem

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Shadow

 

I will never know certain parts of life …but only see them in silhouette and shadow….or as a dim chalk line on a pavement as I walk by….

Mysteries which flit

Images at the edge.

Questions never answered.

Isn’t that glorious.

 

by Philip Wardlow

 

 

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The Devil is Dealt – A poem

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TheDevil

The Devil is Dealt –

So, I say.

Let the Devil show his face

I know him well but it doesn’t

mean we are friends.

He doesn’t watch my house when

I am on vacation, or babysit

my kids.

Sure, we share a drink and a laugh

about that crazy neighbor down

the street.

But he’s not my buddy.

He can be a little needy at times

ya know.

Always in my face as I go to get

the mail and wanting to talk,

looking at me over the fence,

wanting to borrow my weed-wacker

and never returning it.

But I tolerate him,

I guess I feel sorry for him.

He has no family to speak of, I see no friends

come to visit.

He just sits on the porch and mumbles

to himself late at night

smoking that damn cigar.

I guess I see a little myself in him

but it’s time to cut him

off.

Else he’ll just keep coming

around more often.

by Philip Wardlow 2014

GiFs for your Entertaiment, Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Fireball!

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Life is about  dodging and jumping…..jabbing and grabbing….lip smacking that delicious girl that twinkles an eye your way…

So don’t stay complacent…get in the game…let it be fun….that run…that breath you take….that adrenaline which courses….that

chance you throw to the wind….as you try to fly like other men.

Luigi

 

 

 

 

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Just me – A poem

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Just Me-

 

I dibble and I dabble

leap like a Lemur and laze around like a Lion…

I run like a fox and find my friends in the dark forest .

The shadows wrap around me and I call them home…

my passions run deep down many avenues you wouldn’t care to drive I’m sure..

I will smile as you smile…laugh as you laugh…

life is meant to be spent…

not jingled and jangled in the pocket all day long.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2014

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Being Human – A Poem

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Being Human-

 

I am confused but not confused

I have clarity

In all things

But I am muddled

In all things big

That really

Matter

And what matters?

Really?

You say THAT matters

He says THIS matters.

She says I matter.

We say WE matter.

When no one does

And everyone should.

Ping…..PONG!

Bounce…Bounce….Bounce

Mr. Ball.

And get struck hard with the paddle

Back to the other side

WHAT?

YOU cannot hide

Because that paddles a coming

SMACK!

So….Just…Well…Um…Okay.

That about sums

us up.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2014LettingGoFreeFall

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October – A poem

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October – October

The winds which whip

have a different flavor.

A taste, sweet

and fervent as a

caramel apple when

first bitten into.

The night shrouds more

treasures, unspoken

in shadows but implied

deep in your soul familiar

with such darkness.

Colors abound and break and burst,

escaping their confines of

staleness and tepid tones.

Never has this world been more alive,

more robust,

more rambling,

and shambling to and fro.

Unbounded and limitless

in scope and measure.

This time is the great mystery

come to call.

To hold magic in your hands

if only for the briefest instant

Until it finally

fades

away.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2014

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My Third Eye – A Poem

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Patipat Asavasena

 

 

My Third Eye –

 

It’s been plucked.

Right out of my head.

There it is, pinched between

that raven’s beak.

It has been reclaimed it seems

since I never chose to use it.

An eye always closed.

grows dark and distant.

Best to give it to someone else.

Yet, I feel the pain of its

loss already

My mind, my spirit, my heart

has already dimmed.

I want it back.

I have learned my lesson.

I promise.

I will use it,  give it back…

give it back,

please give it back.

I will use it

just give it back.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2014

 

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Come with Me – A poem

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Come with Me –

 

I want to go with you in a field of flowers today,

so come away with me and we’ll play.

Grab your mitt, ball, and bat and

don’t forget to feed the cats.

 

Home plate will be the old tree stump, it’s still

serves as a reminder to our lives where

many a memory still reside.

 

First base will be the weeping willow where we have

dazed under on many a  hot summer day in its shade.

 

Second base will be the corner of the old red barn where

we have ventured with our son and taught him how to explore

life just for fun.

 

Third base will be the edge at a bend in a forgotten stream

that has been flowing for years with all our dreams.

It still sparkles as the sun over high catches the ripples as

it flows by.

 

So come with me this day

For with you there’s always time to play.

 

 

By Philip Wardlow 2013