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Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Whimsy

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whimsy

I see life going by for the majority to my eye
on a whim.
Some,
I call Friends?
I’d like to feel that most of them
are.
But sometimes I feel like a whim
to them
As well.
At times.
A tolerated indulgence,
a distraction
they don’t have a
compulsion to fully realize.
Because the coolness
in me
doesn’t come close to them or those they
seek for true company.
I have been weighed you see,
by eyes that only
see what they wish to see.
in me.
So they never seek beyond
the surface to the
true me
That I rarely let others see.
So I live in whimsy
Now
Free from the, “What now?”
Mentality that once ruled
Inside
Of asking all the other lost encounters did you

ever wish to truly know me anyway.

by Philip Wardlow July, 2024

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

No Other way

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She is a Lady, but never in waiting, she can be needy like a Princess, oh yes assuredly so, at times she can be blind as a bird in a blizzard, at others, attentive as a mother bear to her cubs, she can be sweet as the sweetest berry upon the branch, or sting like a bee if swatted at. She is a beautiful daydreaming creature of the most magical sort, and I am surprised most days what trickles from her mind out to her mouth. All I know is that I love this mish mosh of a beautiful girl and I wouldn’t want her any other way…

by Philip Wardlow August 31st, 2023

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Fears

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If I think too much on losing her, my
body goes taunt and tight,
muscles as rigid as a high wire cable,
then  shaking like  a nervous  tightrope
walker traversing a great height. 

Why would I lose her?
Everything will work out fine.
Love conquers all.  Right?

"Love" did conquer all once and she 
left me.

I didn't seem to be mean too much to her at the end

Am I now?  Will I be in  a month, a year, a decade?

Will she give up on me?

Will I be to blame?
Does every past  failure 
play a part in a possible future one
or the success in
not  losing you.
With wisdom found.

What makes me special?

What makes her say to herself, 
I shall keep him for all my
days to come no matter what

I guess I do. 
I make her want say to herself,
I shall keep him
And so I shall always 
keep showing her
she wants to say
I shall keep you.

By Philip Wardlow August 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Taking the Time

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That first date we road a Merry-Go-Round together because I wanted you to experience the magic of the world that I knew you sought inside yourself that had been so long denied.

I wanted to show you how cherished by me you already were and would be for all our days to come. I couldn’t tell you that just yet, but I felt all the feels for you and wanted to give you my world and share every adventure with you for the rest of our days together.

Five years on that feeling has not changed a bit.

Yet, I have let time steal many a precious moment from you and I. Many a magical moment that could have been, but never were.

Love is not enough, but being present with you, feeling you, knowing you, listening to you, connecting with you in all the ways that matter most like in the beginning is the magic you sought and need.

I let the days drain that magic away. I should have held on tighter, fought every day with my last breath for you in sustaining that enchantment.

Close to you is where I wish to be. Always

I am sorry I let time take that closeness.

It’s time to take it back.

By Philip Wardlow August 2nd , 2023

Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

This Journey

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I could never see walking into this tomorrow without you.
Every single step  keeps you in mind
present as the air I breath deep into my lungs,
you are life giving, needed,
cherished, appreciated, and wanted beyond measure.
This Journey we take is long in the making
with pitfalls and obstacles aplenty.
But my heart is unfathomable in the many ways that it loves you
and boundless as the sky  in the expanse of what you mean
to me with every waking moment of my life.
Take my hand. Hold it tight.
I am never letting go.

by Philip Wardlow June 23, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Going Home

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It's mid-Spring and 
I'm going home today.
The cool air bites a little this April
but the sun flits teasingly through the trees
as I walk up to her, my home, and
I feel unbelievingly warm inside.

She will be my resting place, my abode, my shelter
she will be there to greet me with a loving smile
and inviting arms and I will embrace
her wholeheartedly.

For a while, I had been wandering on the shadowed trails
of life, but the place in her called to me
like a deep forest magic compelling and
pulling, no force on earth could alter my new path
that my feet found once they knew where to look
for her.

I knocked upon her door, she opened it and grinned that silly grin
and I asked if I could stay forever more
She nodded and laughed, happy as a
soul could ever be.

And I have never stopped loving the home which 
I found in her.

by Philp Wardlow June, 12th , 2023  (but really April 20th, 2018)
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Our Energies

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She is nestled here amongst me,
our energies  intertwined 
exchanging soft electricity,
nuzzling.

A quiet moment created where space
and time slows,
juxtaposed
with love and longing
amid fears and frailties
that are forever timeless.

She shouldn't have to wonder, nor
should she ever worry in regards
to if we are forever.

But she does, oh she does,
soft and hard she does.

I hold her all the tighter
so she knows my energy is all hers,
pure and bright as the noon day 
sun and just as 
comforting and warm. 


By Philip Wardlow  May 10th, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Uncanny Thing a Dream

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Slumber comes for us all
and dreams accompany
with portents to perturb
or pleasures to unfurl
and enthrall

Desires beg to be consumed
just as fears wish to ruin 
the world inside, convincing us
our contentment is a mere
illusion.

A wrinkle of doubt forms a
shackle.
Guilt a weight to drag us deep deep into the ocean
But this ain't no cruise
Cuz we're paddling always paddling 
As we scramble for the cork
To plug that leak.
while the sun shines shines and
the storms creep creep.

by Philip Wardlow March 22nd, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Glass Heart

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I am an  imperfect man.
and she has a beautiful perfect 
transparent heart
of which she lets me
hold in my rough hands.

Her heart is warm to the touch
never cold, for inside of it
it's full of fire,  a fervor for life
I see  burning bright, for her heart
is made of the most pristine glass
I see through it clearly
to the flickering flames within
that dance and dance
always before my eyes.

Yet I am flawed, and my 
seeing leaves me sometimes blind
at the warmth and wonder of
her heart I hold in my hands.

I wish her heart to never break
nor the one to be the cause of 
the breaking. 

I hold it delicately lest to crush it,
yet not too firmly for it to slip
from my hands
I hold it with a willful assurance of self
as I marvel  at  the magical
glow that pervades from 
within.

Her glass heart is stronger than it
seems, more than she even knows.
Tougher than any Titans mighty
blows could wrought asunder.

Her glass heart's unwavering 
transparence
mesmerizes my eyes, for it is true,
so very true  straight to
it's core.
and beckons for me  to hold it
for all the rest of my days.


by Philip Wardlow , August 31st, 2022













Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

If I Didn’t have her

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If  I didn't have her in my life
I would be  less than
My days would be dim,
and my  smile would be less inclined.

I would know loneliness, 
I would know isolation
and I would cry the fool every night
of my life if I didn't have this woman
to hold on to when
all the world swung from wrong to
right and back again.

She's a sweet one, my woman,
she's a handful to, but she's 
grabbed a handful of my heart
will all the strength she has in
her, and I don't feel her ever wanting
to let go anytime soon.

If  I didn't have her in my life,
I would ask the Universe why
But I don't have to ask that question.
Because she's right here,
right now, in my arms.

By Philip Wardlow Aug 22nd 2022