Episodes

  • Some Might.

    Some Might.
    May 15 2021
    A poem of the facade that many sufferers of mental health often present to others around them. I for one am guilty of hiding behind a mask of happiness, though slowly yet surely, I am beginning to find me again. Don’t suffer in silence. There are so many out there that can help ... if only they knew.
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    2 mins
  • A day for me

    A day for me
    Feb 3 2021
    A poem about those times in our busy lives when we manage to take a moment for ourselves ... something we should do more often, if only to "reset" our minds back to an even keel.
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    1 min
  • Lullaby Rain

    Lullaby Rain
    Jan 27 2021
    In my mind, there is nothing more soothing than the sound of rainfall against the window when it's time for sleep. This poem pays tribute to that sound and how it is truly beguiling and hypnotic.
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    2 mins
  • Rod Maxwell reading "Blinded"

    Rod Maxwell reading "Blinded"
    Jan 27 2021
    Sometimes, we all need to take stock of what we have, what we have achieved in life and be thankful for those things we have gained - emotionally or physically. We need to remember that the grass isn't always greener and should hold on to what we have before we lose it all together. Blinded: A poem by P.A.Davies, narrated by Rod Maxwell from local UK radio station, Radio Alty.
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    2 mins
  • An Ode To Tea

    An Ode To Tea
    Jan 27 2021
    A lighthearted poem dedicated to the wondrous beverage that is tea. Many varieties, many benefits and a taste beloved by most. How do you take yours?
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    2 mins
  • Madame Moon

    Madame Moon
    Jan 27 2021
    A poem inspired by the pure magnificence of the Moon, shining above Skiathos town in October 2020. Nature has an unbridled way of being awesome.
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    3 mins
  • Night Garden

    Night Garden
    Jan 24 2021
    At a time when I was feeling down, I sat in my garden just as nightfall was approaching and let the sights and sounds wash over me for a while. It was one of the most therapeutic things that I have experienced. As a consequence of that particular event, I wrote this poem.
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    2 mins