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
A Shot
I took a double shot of her,
downed her in one gulp at the bar,
smooth tasting …
then I placed the shot glass gently down and walked away…
by Philip Wardlow 2014
downed her in one gulp at the bar,
smooth tasting …
then I placed the shot glass gently down and walked away…
by Philip Wardlow 2014
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Mikal
They enter,
meat sticks wearing sacks of white.
The meat sticks tell me my name is Mikal
I don’t believe them. What do meat sticks know?
Then the static returns, and the distortion sounds
loud in my ears.
Red and black swirl like a tornado to my eyes.
I wake to screaming.
My mouth is full of something and I am chewing.
It is a meat stick.
Why do they scream so?
Isn’t that there purpose? Food for me.
Hunger pervades like a demon sitting
squat legged in the middle of my
...
meat sticks wearing sacks of white.
The meat sticks tell me my name is Mikal
I don’t believe them. What do meat sticks know?
Then the static returns, and the distortion sounds
loud in my ears.
Red and black swirl like a tornado to my eyes.
I wake to screaming.
My mouth is full of something and I am chewing.
It is a meat stick.
Why do they scream so?
Isn’t that there purpose? Food for me.
Hunger pervades like a demon sitting
squat legged in the middle of my
...
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The Dark
I’m in the dark.
I look at it, as it looks at me.
Silently it sits.
The minutes draw out to what seems hours.
I move left, it moves to follow.
So I stop. It stops.
The sound of heavy breathing, like the bellows of a fire
emit from its mouth. My heart speeds up.
It seems to be waiting for something. But what?
I raise my hand as if to wave. It waves backs.
Oh you fool, it’s just your reflection in the mirror.
Calm your breath, its your own lungs you hear
expelling in your ears, your own...
I look at it, as it looks at me.
Silently it sits.
The minutes draw out to what seems hours.
I move left, it moves to follow.
So I stop. It stops.
The sound of heavy breathing, like the bellows of a fire
emit from its mouth. My heart speeds up.
It seems to be waiting for something. But what?
I raise my hand as if to wave. It waves backs.
Oh you fool, it’s just your reflection in the mirror.
Calm your breath, its your own lungs you hear
expelling in your ears, your own...
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On Display
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I simply want
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Watching You Read
Eyes downcast.
Intent.
Hardbound book in hand,
fingers lay splayed around its spine
caressing it with a familiar grip.
An upward curl of your lips,
as baby blues dilate
momentarily
to drink in the words upon the page.
What adventure do you ride into?
What romance causes the rush I
see to come to pale pink cheeks?
Does the beat of your heart quicken, as
the rising action lifts your senses to the edge,
only to send you cascading off a cliff?
You are a mystery...
Intent.
Hardbound book in hand,
fingers lay splayed around its spine
caressing it with a familiar grip.
An upward curl of your lips,
as baby blues dilate
momentarily
to drink in the words upon the page.
What adventure do you ride into?
What romance causes the rush I
see to come to pale pink cheeks?
Does the beat of your heart quicken, as
the rising action lifts your senses to the edge,
only to send you cascading off a cliff?
You are a mystery...
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All She Really Wants
She walks on silent
tip toe to my room
Enters without knocking.
and says nothing as she crawls
in with me beneath the covers.
She is naked and warm
as she lays alongside me.
I embrace her,
arm around her shoulders,
her head nestled in my neck.
One of her naked legs lies
between my own.
Her soft cheek upon my chest
as her hand wraps my waist.
This is all she wants this night.
Nothing more. Skin to skin
Sharing the same warmth....
tip toe to my room
Enters without knocking.
and says nothing as she crawls
in with me beneath the covers.
She is naked and warm
as she lays alongside me.
I embrace her,
arm around her shoulders,
her head nestled in my neck.
One of her naked legs lies
between my own.
Her soft cheek upon my chest
as her hand wraps my waist.
This is all she wants this night.
Nothing more. Skin to skin
Sharing the same warmth....
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Landscapes of You
As I rise at dawn and look out upon this landscape
It’s got nothing on you babe.
The mountains can’t touch your heights which I climb
In the morning light and the fertile valley
below is where I’ll go to set up my campfire
and have a weeny roast every night.
Let me fall down hard against your snowy soft skin and make
snow angels with my tongue as I go deep in.
The rivers and streams that meander around me can’t
get any wetter than your bed as I lie at your shore .
Maybe I’ll take a swim in your deep lake...
It’s got nothing on you babe.
The mountains can’t touch your heights which I climb
In the morning light and the fertile valley
below is where I’ll go to set up my campfire
and have a weeny roast every night.
Let me fall down hard against your snowy soft skin and make
snow angels with my tongue as I go deep in.
The rivers and streams that meander around me can’t
get any wetter than your bed as I lie at your shore .
Maybe I’ll take a swim in your deep lake...
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Uncurling Brightness
She may call herself invisible.
But I see her.
Melancholy eyes with a reflective inquisitive smile
for those that deserve it.
Hands that wish to touch,
and be touched.
Lips that wish to kiss
and be cherished.
Silent resolve,
and practiced patience
bundled in a cocoon
of courage that never
leaves any doubt.
Only a fool would fail to love
her.
Only a fool would see
her as a fading spiral,
while I only see
an uncurling brightness.
...
But I see her.
Melancholy eyes with a reflective inquisitive smile
for those that deserve it.
Hands that wish to touch,
and be touched.
Lips that wish to kiss
and be cherished.
Silent resolve,
and practiced patience
bundled in a cocoon
of courage that never
leaves any doubt.
Only a fool would fail to love
her.
Only a fool would see
her as a fading spiral,
while I only see
an uncurling brightness.
...
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Watching
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Wanting You
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Stuff
I was busy doing stuff when you came upon me…
That smile you directed at me got me thinking about stuff.
Wonderful stuff it was indeed,
especially when you walked away
and your stuff swayed and sashayed.
But what stuff did I have to offer you?
My smile wasn’t as bright, my pockets were bare, my soul not quite right,
I didn’t shine.
Our stuffs didn’t compare.
Yet you smiled.
and all that stuff went away in the instant it was thought.
So we wined and dined, talked and walked
held hands,...
That smile you directed at me got me thinking about stuff.
Wonderful stuff it was indeed,
especially when you walked away
and your stuff swayed and sashayed.
But what stuff did I have to offer you?
My smile wasn’t as bright, my pockets were bare, my soul not quite right,
I didn’t shine.
Our stuffs didn’t compare.
Yet you smiled.
and all that stuff went away in the instant it was thought.
So we wined and dined, talked and walked
held hands,...
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