by Phil Todd | Apr 30, 2021 | archive
Talking To Myself Softly are the footsteps that sneak right passed my door For no one comes to visit at least to me no more I’m not that really bothered for I don’t have much to say And who on earth would listen about a life that’s ebbed away My time alas is racing...
by Phil Todd | Apr 30, 2021 | archive
Oceans apart Scatter not the these raindrops Upon the ocean vast Please carry them to parched land Where dusty sand is cast For there amongst the arid All life it waits anew To push between the barren And offer joys to you This magic that is dormant Has been this way...
by Phil Todd | Apr 20, 2021 | archive
An old friend of mine who was quite a bit older than me was fond of saying that as he walked passed the cemetery that he knew more people on the other side of the wall than this side. With that thought in mind I composed this poem. I’m walking passed the...
by Phil Todd | Apr 16, 2021 | archive
Cuba 2014 Take me to the waterfall So I can see it cry Weeping for each moment That quickly passes by Flowing over pebbles And running through the glades With oxygenating bubbles And ripples that will fade Majestic in its beauty While singing out its praise...
by Phil Todd | Apr 9, 2021 | archive
Bodnant Gardens North Wales I’m Just A Guardian Perhaps I’m just a guardian, of everything I see. And really own but nothing, for all in life is free. From flowers in the garden, to little birds that fly. Each thing it has its moment, within this world to lie...
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