by Phil Todd | Nov 8, 2019 | archive
TEARDROPS DON’T THINK OF ME WITH TEARDROPS BUT THINK OF ME WITH SMILES FOR WE MY FRIEND HAVE TRAVELED OH SO MANY MILES WE’VE FACED LIFE’S GREAT ADVENTURE BUT NOW I HAVE TO LEAVE DON’T THINK OF ME TOO BADLY NOW YOU’RE LEFT TO GRIEVE YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY FAMILY IN...
by Phil Todd | Nov 1, 2019 | archive
I vaguely remember This sweet little child That once owned this body In which I reside His joys they were simply And so was his love For all things in nature And heaven above But time has a habit Of stealing away The things that we cherish Both now and always But...
by Phil Todd | Oct 28, 2019 | archive
While on my holiday in September I came across an artist in the hotel I was staying at that worked painting portraits of people, this poem pays homage to his skills. Hotel Artist He works beneath the alcove The artist with his paints Tracing out a portrait From a...
by Phil Todd | Oct 25, 2019 | archive
Circadian rhythms are physical, mental, and behavioral changes that follow a daily cycle. They respond primarily to light and darkness in an organism’s environment. Sleeping at night and being awake during the day is an example of a light-related Circadian...
by Phil Todd | Oct 21, 2019 | archive
I visited a sheltered accommodation for people with problems remembering things today to see a long standing neighbor who has recently been placed there. The house was bright and warm but nothing like the home they had left.I hope they can settle and find new friends...
by Phil Todd | Oct 18, 2019 | archive
Two poems about quiet moments…. Quiet times The quiet times Between each thought Where broken dreams All get caught Things we’d hoped Would come to pass Now we see Are gone alas So what is left If not our dreams Just empty time and space QUIET I SEARCH...
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