by Phil Todd | Aug 26, 2026 | archive
This poem is dedicated to John Cuckson May 1946 to August 2026. Friends God gives us friends to cherish Of that you surely know To share our special moments And when we’re feeling low They can’t be bought or bartered In fact they come for free And I am truly grateful...
by Phil Todd | Aug 19, 2026 | archive
You are safe no spider picture Busy little spider Spinning out his web He lays it like a table For soon he will be fed He likes his food to be fresh So insects please beware When you’re passing by it Don’t touch if you dare Or else he’ll jump upon you And wrap you up...
by Phil Todd | Aug 12, 2026 | archive
While Angels danced around the sky And shooting stars they hurried by I was captured by the moon Whose multi faces I did consume For once so dark now bathed in light Guiding all with beams so bright Commanding seas to rock and roll With all trade winds at her control...
by Phil Todd | Aug 5, 2026 | archive
Do you know he said I’m quite ordinary And the Angels laughed out loud You have the gift of life young man And you should be so proud There’s many that just don’t make it So they are left behind Don’t squander what’s been given For it is such a prize It’s time to look...
by Phil Todd | Jul 29, 2026 | archive
How Fickle How fickle, how fickle the hands of time That robs us all of life divine That takes our youth as if misspent Like the passage of moments That do not relent An hourglass of what has been That filter through as if a dream Faces come and faces go To what end...
by Phil Todd | Jul 29, 2026 | archive
Jewels My heart is just a treasure That opens like a chest Filled with lovely jewels A vision to digest Its value is tremendous No price can quite convey And I am really pleased You opened it today You did it, oh so simply With just a little smile A gift that god has...
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