by Phil Todd | Aug 28, 2020 | archive
Sleepless moments as your thoughts unwind Imagined worries so easy to find The night so dark you need the light To make some sense of what’s wrong or right No counting sheep will ease your pain To a gentle sleep that you want to gain For a busy mind it knows no...
by Phil Todd | Aug 26, 2020 | archive
Because of a computer problem this weekend I am slowly getting back on track. Spring Clean I’m sweeping out the sadness That hides within my heart And placing Angels kisses Into the vacant parts The sorrow that has plagued me And held me in it’s grip I...
by Phil Todd | Aug 14, 2020 | archive
The first poem is from my book “Cherished Whispers”. The second poem is carried over from last week Father Becomes Son Oh when did it happen For I did not see When I became you And you became me Did it start in my sleep time Is that how it works When...
by Phil Todd | Aug 7, 2020 | archive
This weeks poem is a little dig at myself. Old Age (A Creaking Chair) From a turkey neck to my wrinkly eyes I’ve got it all yet I’m not wise From my aching bones and a need to lie To a run up the stairs that I will not try These things through age they know no bounds...
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