Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Cape Ann Online - Home Port - Leadership's Quest

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Cape Ann Salon - Poetry by Peter Todd - Within the rooms

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Cape Ann Salon - Poetry by Peter Todd - Hand me downs

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Cape Ann Salon - Poetry by Peter Todd - A Touch of God's Caress

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Circle's

By Peter A. Todd

Petertoddpoet.com

Sitting in this encircled abode

I bare witness to others and their quests

The way they carry life's heavy load

Trying to live at being their best

Worried faces of what is to become

Of their life in future days

Searching their hearts for questions won

Yet! Not a thank you in their words to say

The answers they seek is not of man

It is only found from the wisdom of faith

For this circle is but of the Master's plan

His blessings on us so vast and great

Give praise to your Savior every day

It is through his blood we have our being

Give thanks to Jesus when you pray

By this you will see all greatness revealing

Cat of Nine Tails

By Peter A. Todd

Petertoddpoet.com

With eyes wide open and deep in thought

I reflect upon the stinging pain in my back

Asking myself why my mind was wrought

Of such whippings for which I did not ask

Each time I felt the stabbing pain

I would think of the mother I did not know

Of the loving kindness of my protective sister

Who in my dreams covered me from each blow?

I asked myself back in my younger days

Why I was taken away in such haste

Then I recalled what strangers would say

That I was lying in my own waste

So dear Lord the sands of Time have past

The faith I have in you has let my body heal

Looking back these many years passed

The answers of my crying heart has been revealed

Petertoddpoet.com

Hands

These hands have done many things

But now tire early each night

Held babies to comfort and sing

Taught my children everything right

I slaved through my labors each day

To feed my family I loved so much

Hold my hands this I now pray

They will not break at your touch

These hands have held many of a child

To guide and protect from harm

Encircled on my finger for a long while

Is the wedding ring I will always charm?

Each turning of the calendars page

Has made them thin to the bone

My child were they not God made

To whom we all must someday atone

Please my child; hold them as I have you

I will dry my eyes of tears

My child I know through God its true

That in my heart and soul I treasure you dear

Night Fright

It was the evening of New Years and all through my home

You could hear a pin drop as my son answered the phone

It's the police my son said, as he passed it to his mother's hand

Soon Dad will be home won't that be just grand.

For they had been waiting all night for me to come home

I was just out with the guys just getting stoned

How was I to know they would be of anguished fright?

As they sat with their dreaded fears all through night.

They came to the hospital to see for themselves

It seems because of an accident I was not in Good health

I was in a coma and having bad dreams

Oh dear God if you just take away the screams

The ringing my ears as if time had no end

A deathly message to my mind it does send

Why didn't I listen to my family of love?

Then maybe I would not hear these screams from above

I was only out with the guys to have a good time

It was not my fault I did not see that double line

We only had a few drinks or was it more

My mind so mixed up my head is so sore

Why is my family and friends seem to be laughing at me

Yet the tears in their eyes I can so plainly see

This is not a time to laugh, I am in pain

It seems to be me that they're all putting the blame on me

The room is getting darker I can just about see

Why is it this morbid cold air now surrounds me?

Open this door can't you see I am not dead

It's just a slight pain I now have in my head

Why won't they listen to my cries and pleads

If only my heart would beat, instead of bleed

At last they have come to set me free

Why are they putting these fancy clothes on me?

The time is passing so fast I can just about see

Why are all my loved ones crying over me?

All I can hear is the screams and their cries

One would think that I had just died

It's morning now I must have fell asleep

Why is this bed they gave me so soft and so deep?

At last he pain is gone and I lie here alone

Beneath myself dug grave and inscriptive stone

Forgive me God I was just one with the guys

If I had not hat those drinks I would be alive

I should have listened to my children when they said

Please don't drink or drive Daddy or soon you will be dead.

A Friend

By Peter A. Todd

Petertoddpoet.com

You ask, what is a friend?

It is a person true to their word,

A loving wife with kisses to send

Along with words of love to be heard,

A brother, in whom one can always confide,

A coworker to help work daily tasks,

Always to be at one's side,

Not being paid for favors asked.

A friend includes your father, your mother,

Your sister, and even your daughter or your son,

For under God, we are sisters and brothers

Created by God as a race of one.

Underneath, we are of the same color of blood,

With hearts all shaped the same,

Standing before God to be judged

Of being sent to Heaven, or to the devil's flame.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Gloucester Firefighters Remembered

Gloucester's Firefighters Remembered

By Peter A. Todd

We gather today as families united

In paying tribute to the Firefighters we have lost

We know that in their past they were hero's

Truly the pathway of Heaven they have crossed

We give praise to God that we have been blessed

By the actions and commitments they gave

Our thoughts reach out to those they left behind

As they place their flowers at each grave

As the bugler gives breath at the sound of Taps

Let our hearts reach to their spirit in praise

For the sacrifices of those of their chosen craft

They dedicated their life every earthly day

The sands of the hourglass continue to flow

Just as the memories of Gloucester Firefighters last

It will be represented as each of Gloucester's children grow

That they choose the journey from their mentors of the

Gloucester Firefighting Craft

Little Child

By Peter A. Todd

Petertoddpoet.com

Little child, walk with me.

Let me show you a gift of thee.

It is our since time's birth,

Heaven's skies and the green earth.

Take my hand, by my side.

Through God's earth, we will stride.

Look to mountains high above.

Watch the rainbows colors of love.

Beaches stretch of golden sand,

Mighty oceans abiding its hand.

Rain showers, making our flowers grow

On this grassy earth, are here below.

Fields of gardens stretched afar

To feed the children, wherever they are,

Mighty springs of nature's taste.

This, my child, we must not waste.

I can go on and on to list our gifts,

But there is one from which spirits will lift,

The gift of Jesus, who died for our sins,

For us to remain on earth and live.

So my child, when you bed down to sleep,

Thank God, above, for these gifts to keep.

Cherish them with all your heart.

From God's blessings, you will never part.

Hand me downs

Hand me downs

By Peter a. Todd

Petertoddpoet.com

Tracing our years that have passed us by

We can reflect on the hand me downs we wore

Such as the shirts and pants we could not buy

Or the responsibility of doing our chores

Hand me downs of a brother's bike or Father's car

Or the wedding gown from the day that mothers wed

The family pictures we always treasured

Or just the words of loved ones said

Hand me downs that helped us grow

In the wisdom we as children were blessed to share

What we do with our hand me downs is all up to you

We can live in Life's fast lane

Or treasure the hand me downs that guides us true

Hand me downs are the blessings of love

From the hearts of Father's and Mother's

Hand me downs are also of the Circle of Faith

That we hold as God's family of sisters and brothers

Night Fright

It was the evening of New Years

You could hear a pin drop as my son answered the phone

It's the police my son said, as he passed it to his mother's hand

Soon Dad will be home won't that be just grand.

For they had been waiting all night for me to come home

I was just out with the guys just getting stoned

How was I to know they would be of anguished fright?

As they sat with their dreaded fears all through night.

They came to the hospital to see for themselves

It seems because of an accident I was not in Good health

I was in a coma and having bad dreams

Oh dear God if you just take away the screams

The ringing my ears as if time had no end

A deathly message to my mind it does send

Why didn't I listen to my family of love?

Then maybe I would not hear these screams from above

I was only out with the guys to have a good time

It was not my fault I did not see that double line

We only had a few drinks or was it more

My mind so mixed up my head is so sore

Why is my family and friends seem to be laughing at me

Yet the tears in their eyes I can so plainly see

This is not a time to laugh, I am in pain

It seems to be me that they're all putting the blame on me

The room is getting darker I can just about see

Why is it this morbid cold air now surrounds me?

Open this door can't you see I am not dead

It's just a slight pain I now have in my head

Why won't they listen to my cries and pleads

If only my heart would beat, instead of bleed

At last they have come to set me free

Why are they putting these fancy clothes on me?

The time is passing so fast I can just about see

Why are all my loved ones crying over me?

All I can hear is the screams and their cries

One would think that I had just died

It's morning now I must have fell asleep

Why is this bed they gave me so soft and so deep?

At last he pain is gone and I lie here alone

Beneath myself dug grave and inscriptive stone

Forgive me God I was just one with the guys

If I had not hat those drinks I would be alive

I should have listened to my children when they said

Please don't drink or drive Daddy or soon you will be dead.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Gloucester's Firefighters Remembered

We gather today as families united

In paying tribute to the Firefighters we have lost

We know that in their past they were hero's

Truly the pathway of Heaven they have crossed

We give praise to God that we have been blessed

By the actions and commitments they gave

Our thoughts reach out to those they left behind

As they place their flowers at each grave

As the bugler gives breath at the sound of Taps

Let our hearts reach to their spirit in praise

For the sacrifices of those of their chosen craft

They dedicated their life every earthly day

The sands of the hourglass continue to flow

Just as the memories of Gloucester Firefighters last

It will be represented as each of Gloucester's children grow

That they choose the journey from their mentors of the

Gloucester Firefighting Craft

Memorial Day Reflections

By Peter A. Todd

Petertoddpoet.com

To some Memorial Day can be a celebration of Life

By gathering to watch Veteran's as they parade

Proudly carrying our flag of red blue and white

With hands over our hearts in salutation and praise

For many it is a time of reflections of the hourglass

Of the treasured moments we were given to share

In the wisdom of those who are with our God

That returns to us in thoughts and prayer

We have not totally lost our beloved

They live in the thoughts and souls of all

We can see them in each new birth of life

As we nurture them to grow big and tall

I know Memorial Day can be sad

But, it is the day that reflects the promise of care

That if we live earth's challenges in our Faith's name

We will receive all the treasures of a new life to share

Our Gloucester

By Peter A. Todd

Petertoddpoet.com

Our Gloucester, she exists in our hearts

Its tales of woe's and seas of gallantry

We could be far away, but of our souls

Our Island we call home will never part

Its heritage more precious than diamonds or gold

The schooners, and draggers and ships at sail

Ten-Pound Island and the mysteries it holds

Our golden sands, changing with the storm tossed gale

Imprints of life erased by each mornings tide

Seagulls with their young gathering to feast

Gloucester made famous by fishermen of the sea

By others who fought for the rights of people like you or me

Our Gloucester of today and its many challenges present

That will be reached by Heritages pride and commitment

Our Gloucester is now to be molded into time

By the symbol of our Fishermen of the sea

It makes us proud of our heritage that on the new quarter

Is the Captain at the wheel and the Leader of Gloucester's Fleet

Priority

Priority

By Peter A. Todd

Petertoddpoet.com

Heaven's Gates have opened once more,

To let this mother in we all adore,

A lady of wondrous charm and grace,

Twinkling eyes and smiling face.

Her earthly deeds have no end,

For in her heart love would descend,

Upon all her children big or small,

Working to make life better for all.

Her task on God's earth is done,

Heaven above has chosen her as one,

To prepare a place for us to stay,

When God comes to take us His way.

But until that time does finally come,

We will unite here as a family of one,

To carry on all her desires,

Of which from her teachings we are inspired.

Tracing our years that have passed us by
We can reflect on the hand me downs we wore
Such as the shirts and pants we could not buy
Or the responsibility of doing our chores
Hand me downs of a brothers bike or Fathers car
Or the wedding gown from the day that mother's wed
The family pictures we always treasured
Or just the words of loved ones said
Hand me downs that helped us grow
In the wisdom we as children were blessed to share
What we do with our hand me downs is all up to you
We can live in Life's fast lane
Or treasure the hand me downs that guides us true
Hand me downs are the blessings of love
From the hearts of Father's and Mother's
Hand me downs are also of the circle of Faith
That we hold as God's family of sisters and brothers