The very word itself is inspiring; it conjures up in my mind a world of infinite wonders that I can only marvel at. Wonders that my head remind me that nature does not revolve around me, but around a vast universe of possibility. For whether I acknowledge it or not, Mother Nature and all her diverse energies will continue to exist long after I have evaporated into the sand of earthly time. She will continue to vibrate at her own frequency ever evolving and enhancing her beauty until she metamorphosis into the star she is meant to be.
The poems and writings on this site and within my books are purposely simple and are meant as building blocks to deeper thoughts (yours not mine). They are reminders of things that in time have been overlooked or forgotten.
Please accept these little ramblings as signposts to the world you might have left behind in the innocence of yesterday
We Dance the Dance of Moments P.O.M. July
We dance the dance of moments
Remembered and forgot
Things we thought were vital
Now we find were not
Our history once completed
Will surely come again
Tests we thought we’d beaten
Are no longer ours to claim
For all things they have a cycle
Within the test of time
The good the bad and in between
Each has unique designs
So what then of our future
Will we relive the past
The only things that certain
Is all will come to pass
For we dance the dance of moments
And there is little more to say
Except some we’ll remember
And others fade away
Wilding
I’m wilding my garden
That’s what I’ve told my friends
Let nature have her moment
In a space I’m glad to lend
Bring on the yellow rattle
And nettles fierce and proud
For I will let them flourish
In fact I’ll let them crowd
For I’ve seen it on the T V
From presenters so renown
That I won’t need any compost
To spread along the ground
I’ll save a pretty fortune
And gain myself some time
With the water butt redundant
It will just feel like a crime
But who am I to argue
With people in the know
So wilding my garden
I’ll just give it a go.
Wilding- definition – A plant growing uncultivated in the wild either as a native or an escape
Thought To Ponder – Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow.
Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead
Walk beside me; And just be my friend – Albert Camus
Music on You Tube – Terry Oldfield – Mya Vin Rye
Adieu 23.07.2025.
Dusk falls and replaces the sun The moon in its splendour commences its run Dreamers in pairs search for their star As tides in each movement know just where they are The breeze in a whisper engages the trees Caressing each leaf to put it at ease Lights on the...
The Music of Friendship 17.07.2025.
Goodbye is such a final word You’ll never hear me say For it means you’re gone forever And never more we’ll play So I will say I’ll see you Each time I see a star Then watch out for your sparkle And know just where you are You’re there beyond my vision And clearly not...
Mirrored Thinking 09.07.2025.
I see you in my mirror I talk to you at night I bathe within the glory Of your everlasting light The sun and moon applaud you As they colour in the stars While I feel your love around me From thoughts so near and far Though angels do your bidding They do it with a...
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I have a firm belief in angels and feel them around me all of the time, especially when I need an extra bit of help in making decisions
Also, as I get older, I have a much better appreciation of the beauty of Mother Nature and enjoy nothing more than to sit in my garden and let her overwhelm me with her many gifts
The poems and writings on this website are reflections of my thoughts on various subjects, as they wander through my mind
I always find your poems so refreshing and indeed relaxing. When life becomes a whirl and gets too fast to cope with I just ‘fix’ myself by reading what you bring forward. Indeed a great tonic for me. Thank you Phil x
Thank you Phil for bringing memories forward and knowledge that everything and everyone is just a thought away !
Hi Phil,
loving your work!
Hi Tracy Sorry I didn’t reply sooner. I hope you and your lovely family are well. I only go into my website on a Wednesday as a rule to update it. The website has a good following and it’s nice that you enjoy my simple poems. x