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
The Hanging Gardens Of Babylon P.O.M January 2026.
I will never get to see the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, but the Laburnum Arch at Bodnant Gardens North Wales is very impressive.
I stopped on the road to Babylon
To catch up with my breath
And sit beside the Euphrates
To wash my feet and rest
My search was almost over
For there not far away
Lay a thing of total wonder
The Gods had built one day
A garden of such beauty
It rose up to the sky
Tiered in many sections
With vines that caught the eye
Beyond them rows of flowers
In colours bright and clear
Radiating welcomes
For insects all to hear
I gathered up my journal
And made a steady climb
To wander in the glory
Of a place of such divine
It’s then I saw the Angels
Drifting through each row
Talking to the gardeners
Who helped the gardens grow
It’s then it overwhelmed me
The view before my eyes
The doorway into heaven
That beckoned me inside
I wandered through its portals
Enveloped by Gods love
Within the hanging gardens
Of a past that’s lost for good.
PTT 04.08.17
The Angel And The Tree & The Clocks Stopped
I wish you all a Happy New Year for 2026.
THE ANGEL AND THE TREE
An angel on a mission
Showed to me a tree
She pointed to its branches
Because she hoped I’d see
The fruits of all its labour
Waiting to be picked
And it did not seem to matter
Just who would take these gifts
To a tree we all are equal
A fly, a bird or me
And sharing out its bounty
Would make that tree be free
And then as if by bonus
It purified the air
And I could only wonder
At the beauty of its care
For trees they need preserving
Until the end of time
As that angel on its mission
Showed me why it was designed.
JUNE14 PTT
Music on You Tube – Soaring and Sweeping – Katie Cadence
The Clocks Stopped
The stillness of the fingers
Deny the time of day
But this is just a pretence
As moments tick away
The clock of evolution
Can scarcely catch its breath
As it wanders ever onwards
Towards its own redress
Like light and dark revolving
With nothing in between
It’s place within the cosmos
Is not what it might seem
As neutrons to an atom
Dancing in the gloom
There’s always something calling
That plays a bigger tune
Like the footsteps of a traveller
Who leaves his chosen path
The earth is on a journey
While still looking for its map
A million stars and counting
Twinkle in the sky
For they are part of progress
But none can say just why
Existence is a strange thing
Without a stop and go
But don’t ask me why the clocks stopped
Because really I don’t know.
Thought To Ponder – In every new year we enter we always leave some people behind – PT. Todd
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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