by Phil Todd | Nov 10, 2021 | archive
A raid into my archives for these three poems from times gone by… Omens What are these things called omens What really do they say As the world it spins around us Lots will come our way I won’t stand where there is danger At least that which is known But...
by Phil Todd | Nov 4, 2021 | archive
Skimming stones is easy When you have the time Perfecting how to throw them While checking their design The flatter shape is better And always comes out best The ones that seem so lumpy Are the ones that you reject But there’s really a big problem Once you’ve thrown...
by Phil Todd | Oct 28, 2021 | archive
Freshfield Sefton Coast Not Owning You eat and breathe such hatred That I can only ask Where have you put forgiveness? That thing from which you fast No creature in the cosmos Deserves to live in fear But that is what you peddle So let’s make that quite clear...
by Phil Todd | Oct 28, 2021 | archive
Quiet is the moment between the here and now Where life’s sweet joys are waiting Our spirits to devour There’s something in that longing In space that is unfilled That forms the very future Where all our worlds can build No one else can have it For it, is ours...
by Phil Todd | Oct 22, 2021 | archive
Stereo -Typical I’m not quite what you’re thinking I’m really not the same My mind it wanders freely Without a care to claim The grey that’s in my matter Explodes with thoughts anew As they seem to gather around me Like clouds infecting blue The atoms in my being...
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