by Phil Todd | Aug 5, 2019 | archive
The Sun and Clouds The sun it climbed across the sky As in its wake the clouds went by And every time they hid the sun The dancing shadows had their run And things that shone while in the light Now seem to curl as if in a fright For with the sun there came a heat...
by Phil Todd | Aug 2, 2019 | archive
Muse In the quiet of a moment I sit and think of ways A Cocoon upon a leaf top Could really change its phase The one that leads it forward From all that it has been Into a thing of beauty With wings that sail serene Lifted by the whispers That mingle with the breeze...
by Phil Todd | Jul 30, 2019 | archive
I have put the Poem of the Month for August on the website. The poems below have been picked at random from my archives hence the different text.. Quiet times The quiet times Between each thought Where broken dreams All get caught Things we’d hoped Would come to pass...
by Phil Todd | Jul 30, 2019 | archive
I’ve always been a fidget I really can’t keep still I want to be so quiet But I don’t think I ever will My mind is always buzzing With things I do not know And though I know I shouldn’t I just can’t let thoughts go Most of them are nonsense In fact they are insane But...
by Phil Todd | Jul 25, 2019 | archive
Withered Dreams I am lost in Withered Dreams Where once I saw a future Now holds forgotten schemes The book that I’ve been reading Now races to its end And all its final chapters Will make me see my friend That life it has no ending But forever tells its tales That...
by Phil Todd | Jul 22, 2019 | archive
Some of the most beautiful things in life have very short lifespans, but their memory of their time here can last forever. Me in1984 and I thought sleep catching up with me in the daytime was a new thing. INNOCENCE HOW INNOCENCE IT SEEMS NOW TO PLAY IN NEW MOWED...
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