Submissions by PhilipWardlow
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I think I'm a cool, sexy, quirky, reflective nerd of a poet. I want to show aspects of myself and observations of others and life that I hope entertains you whether sexually,intellectually,or artistically
Little Time
Stop, please cease and desist.
Don’t fatigue me with humor
from an encrypted list
That only you have the key to
and do not wish to share
as you give me yet another vacant stare.
Egotism seems to be your religion,
a character flaw so ingrained into you
that it’s exclusive to everything you do.
Vindictiveness is your fallback,
a solitary friend who knows you well
as you sit there alone in your man made cell.
Even if you were to apologize
for your misbegotten callous deeds,
your lack of sincerity would be ill received....
Don’t fatigue me with humor
from an encrypted list
That only you have the key to
and do not wish to share
as you give me yet another vacant stare.
Egotism seems to be your religion,
a character flaw so ingrained into you
that it’s exclusive to everything you do.
Vindictiveness is your fallback,
a solitary friend who knows you well
as you sit there alone in your man made cell.
Even if you were to apologize
for your misbegotten callous deeds,
your lack of sincerity would be ill received....
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THis Lonely Shore
She beckons to me
out of the ocean’s blue;
a siren’s call which
wafts on waves to my
ear as I slumber in my bed.
I find my feet buried in wet sand
up to my ankles as I stand at
the shore looking outward at the
dark horizon.
Not asleep, yet not awake.
Waiting…My mind in twilight
She calls to me every night
and comes to kiss me at the shore.
I can feel her ardor rise with
mine as we embrace and there is
no other time or place but this
small space on this lonely shore.
Why does she call me every night?...
out of the ocean’s blue;
a siren’s call which
wafts on waves to my
ear as I slumber in my bed.
I find my feet buried in wet sand
up to my ankles as I stand at
the shore looking outward at the
dark horizon.
Not asleep, yet not awake.
Waiting…My mind in twilight
She calls to me every night
and comes to kiss me at the shore.
I can feel her ardor rise with
mine as we embrace and there is
no other time or place but this
small space on this lonely shore.
Why does she call me every night?...
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Hiddin Within
He watches her. She watches him.
The dog , he watches nothing.
There eyes can’t hide what lies beneath
A tilt of the head, a downcast look tells
Me all I need to know about their inner
Lives.
They hate. They love. They lust. They laugh at
Life
Is there sadness behind that smile they
Give.
Some hide from each other.
Some hide from themselves.
Some hide because they can.
I wish I could see all the dreams buried
Deep within their heads.
Dreams which they’ve never fed.
Maybe a doctor, a lawyer, or...
The dog , he watches nothing.
There eyes can’t hide what lies beneath
A tilt of the head, a downcast look tells
Me all I need to know about their inner
Lives.
They hate. They love. They lust. They laugh at
Life
Is there sadness behind that smile they
Give.
Some hide from each other.
Some hide from themselves.
Some hide because they can.
I wish I could see all the dreams buried
Deep within their heads.
Dreams which they’ve never fed.
Maybe a doctor, a lawyer, or...
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Zombie
If Zombies could talk they would
probably sound just like you.
You’re just a walking stick of bones
with a speech impediment.
Dull and lifeless,
it seems you don't have a clue.
You shamble around in a daze,
seemingly half crazed, while spittle
forms around you in a pool.
Your brain must be brimming with
maggots all the way to the core.
Hey, your ears are bleeding profusely,
and here I thought I was just being ignored.
Wait here, I've got something for you that might
clear that up.....
Steady, Steady, don't move,...
probably sound just like you.
You’re just a walking stick of bones
with a speech impediment.
Dull and lifeless,
it seems you don't have a clue.
You shamble around in a daze,
seemingly half crazed, while spittle
forms around you in a pool.
Your brain must be brimming with
maggots all the way to the core.
Hey, your ears are bleeding profusely,
and here I thought I was just being ignored.
Wait here, I've got something for you that might
clear that up.....
Steady, Steady, don't move,...
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Haikus of Desire
This Dance
Music plays softly
Your hips held in my strong hands
Wet lips part to kiss.
Your eyes
Your eyes undress me
Pupils dilate and drink me in
I will have you soon.
Layers
Clothes are in the way
I need to see beneath them
Skin, curves and wetness
That Body
Your ass is a prize
Breasts need no introduction
Let me slip inside.
Music plays softly
Your hips held in my strong hands
Wet lips part to kiss.
Your eyes
Your eyes undress me
Pupils dilate and drink me in
I will have you soon.
Layers
Clothes are in the way
I need to see beneath them
Skin, curves and wetness
That Body
Your ass is a prize
Breasts need no introduction
Let me slip inside.
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That Girl
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At my Side
I carry this sword at my side.
It shines bright in the morning light
it reflects.
I have made it so,
for ne’er will you see it pitted or dull
while it lays in my hands.
Ne’er will you not see the blade as
keen of edge as when it was first cast
that fateful day from the folded metal within.
I count it a true companion for you will
ever see it at my side.
More faithful than the rest ever have been
from days forever gone and treacherous roads long
ago tread.
Ours is a pact forged of conflict,
Where we have both...
It shines bright in the morning light
it reflects.
I have made it so,
for ne’er will you see it pitted or dull
while it lays in my hands.
Ne’er will you not see the blade as
keen of edge as when it was first cast
that fateful day from the folded metal within.
I count it a true companion for you will
ever see it at my side.
More faithful than the rest ever have been
from days forever gone and treacherous roads long
ago tread.
Ours is a pact forged of conflict,
Where we have both...
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