by Phil Todd | Feb 15, 2023 | archive
The Patterns On The Skyline The patterns on the skyline Say that snow is on its way As chilly breezes gather To sketch upon my day I pull my scarf much tighter As I snuggle to its charms As winter in her passion Collects me in her arms She nibbles at my fingers So I...
by Phil Todd | Feb 8, 2023 | archive
The Smiling Man The joy of it all just made him smile As he sat on that wall for quite a long while He saw mothers with babies held in their arms And fathers right by them in a relative calm An old deck chair seller snored under a tree While people sat down on his...
by Phil Todd | Feb 1, 2023 | archive
The Postbox It’s just another postbox Upon an empty street A place we used to gather A chance for us to meet We’d talk about the weather And what its going to do While asking after loved ones To see if gossips true Right now it’s like a nonsense The things we...
by Phil Todd | Jan 28, 2023 | archive
MISSING THE GARDEN WHAT IS THE GARDEN DOING HE SAID WITHOUT A SMILE IT’S AGES SINCE I’VE BEEN THERE I’VE FORGOTTEN ALL ITS STYLE THESE FOUR WALLS THAT SURROUND ME ARE PLAIN AS PLAIN CAN BE PAINTED OUT WITH PASTELS HOW I LONG TO SEE MY TREE I WANT TO SMELL THE FLOWERS...
by Phil Todd | Jan 25, 2023 | archive
A BUDDHIST IN TRAINING I’m all for things in nature But ants between my toes Tickle my sensations At least that’s how it goes They just don’t seem to notice That I am very large As they rush about my body Like mercenaries on a charge It takes all my Buddhist training...
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