Nightmare or Truth
06/10/2000
It was a cold winters night and all was still
I can see it clearly but it seems to be a dream
I’m out with the kids with good time to kill
In my head are deafening screams
I volunteered to drive as I only drank a few
Or in truth could it have been three
Who’s counting were just out for a good time
If only these sounds in my head would leave me
It’s beginning to get real hazy and cold
The streets seem to be turning to ice
But I am a good driver a teen in full control
I’m known as a friend to be trusted and bright
I believe we had the last beer around nine or ten
Who really cares were just out for fun
This were having as our drinks we begin to blend
Oh! My God what’s that blurred figure before me
It’s a mother and child crossing the street
Please help me I’m so dizzy I can’t see
To even put on the brake with my feet
But it’s to late they are gone from sight
Dam! All I can hear is their deathly screams
Who do they think they are out at this time of the night?
Maybe this is just a foolish bad dream
Well things are quite now my friends are back with me
But tell me Lord why from their lips are there no sounds
I now lay at peace with these flowers circling free
As they lower my casket into the ground
Wait! in the corner above my grave
I see a young father staring at me
Why does he look with such hatred in his eyes
I was just out with guys for a good time I’ve craved
IS THIS WHAT LIES AHEAD IN HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Chaplain's Prayer
Chaplain’s Prayer
By Peter A. Todd 05/30/2010
We unite in spirit and prayer to reflect the past
In memory of many thoughts and deeds
Of those who have sacrificed their love that will last
Until the appointed time of this mortal life we leave
Time we must realize in but a brittle thread in space
That we are blessed by our Savior to share
With the growth in nature and God’s grace
And our earthly bodies to nurture and wear
Memories of friends and veteran’s cast in our hearts
Of these years of war and its raging pain
The reflection of their courage never to part
To be with us all in our journey of life that remains
Upon placing these wreaths at their graves
We give praise to our forgiving Lord of their love
The heroism of soldier’s and citizen’s who gave
Abide with our Creator in his many Mansions above
By Peter A. Todd 05/30/2010
We unite in spirit and prayer to reflect the past
In memory of many thoughts and deeds
Of those who have sacrificed their love that will last
Until the appointed time of this mortal life we leave
Time we must realize in but a brittle thread in space
That we are blessed by our Savior to share
With the growth in nature and God’s grace
And our earthly bodies to nurture and wear
Memories of friends and veteran’s cast in our hearts
Of these years of war and its raging pain
The reflection of their courage never to part
To be with us all in our journey of life that remains
Upon placing these wreaths at their graves
We give praise to our forgiving Lord of their love
The heroism of soldier’s and citizen’s who gave
Abide with our Creator in his many Mansions above
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friendship
Friendship
By Peter A. Todd
Shared happiness of times and concern
Secrets that each would never tell others
New lessons in Life’s path for each to learn
Trusting each other like sister’s or brother’s
Knowing that borrowed items will come back
Or a timely call to check on each their welfare
Keeping each other on the right track
A friendship filled with love and care
Soul Mates through trials and tribulations
Asking for the protection of each in prayer
True friends are the gifts of our father of creation
On this level of time in troubles to be there
Letting each others mistakes of the day die with the past
Treasuring time before the sands of the new tide
For before you know it the scythe is cast
And the friendship is lost in the blink of an eye
By Peter A. Todd
Shared happiness of times and concern
Secrets that each would never tell others
New lessons in Life’s path for each to learn
Trusting each other like sister’s or brother’s
Knowing that borrowed items will come back
Or a timely call to check on each their welfare
Keeping each other on the right track
A friendship filled with love and care
Soul Mates through trials and tribulations
Asking for the protection of each in prayer
True friends are the gifts of our father of creation
On this level of time in troubles to be there
Letting each others mistakes of the day die with the past
Treasuring time before the sands of the new tide
For before you know it the scythe is cast
And the friendship is lost in the blink of an eye
Friday, May 28, 2010
" Taps "
“ Taps “
By Peter A. Todd 05/29/2010
Petertoddpoet.com
In gentle fields of green and rolling white
We pay homage to those who reside with God
Soldier of today and the past who fought the fight
Now their bodies interned to earth’s sod
With the sound of the Taps filling the air
Within the echo of the winds of time
The mourners weep and children stare
Seeking answers to their questions to find
Why must it be that we to loose so many we’ve loved
From the Demon’s treacherous acts of war
This reaching thought cut by the sound of taps
As above us the American eagle soars
Our Nations flags lowered to half staff
With its colors of red white and blue
Red represents the blood our soldiers shed
Just as the Son of God shed for all of you
By Peter A. Todd 05/29/2010
Petertoddpoet.com
In gentle fields of green and rolling white
We pay homage to those who reside with God
Soldier of today and the past who fought the fight
Now their bodies interned to earth’s sod
With the sound of the Taps filling the air
Within the echo of the winds of time
The mourners weep and children stare
Seeking answers to their questions to find
Why must it be that we to loose so many we’ve loved
From the Demon’s treacherous acts of war
This reaching thought cut by the sound of taps
As above us the American eagle soars
Our Nations flags lowered to half staff
With its colors of red white and blue
Red represents the blood our soldiers shed
Just as the Son of God shed for all of you
Memorial Week End
With the thoughts of all the families who have lost loved one. I submit these words
Although its really not just three days but everyday we must honor those who have passed on .May the rest in Eternal Peace
Memorial Week End
By Peter A. Todd 05/28/2010
Petertoddpoet.com
Three days to reflect on memories past
Of loved ones ascended to heaven above
Bringing to our eyes hidden tears
By the fond memories of those we loved
But, like the tears, the rain must fall
So new flowers will begin to grow
Above the clouds, stands a rainbow for all
With all its colors within fresh sunlight’s glow
Times to remember the women and men
Who fought to keep our country free?
To seek acquaintances with old and new friends
In saluting with pride, those who died for liberty
And as the sun sets in the West
May we all take heed to a time-spent dream
That unto every man and woman we’ll do our best
To put an end to the fighting and torment of
Death and its painful screams
Although its really not just three days but everyday we must honor those who have passed on .May the rest in Eternal Peace
Memorial Week End
By Peter A. Todd 05/28/2010
Petertoddpoet.com
Three days to reflect on memories past
Of loved ones ascended to heaven above
Bringing to our eyes hidden tears
By the fond memories of those we loved
But, like the tears, the rain must fall
So new flowers will begin to grow
Above the clouds, stands a rainbow for all
With all its colors within fresh sunlight’s glow
Times to remember the women and men
Who fought to keep our country free?
To seek acquaintances with old and new friends
In saluting with pride, those who died for liberty
And as the sun sets in the West
May we all take heed to a time-spent dream
That unto every man and woman we’ll do our best
To put an end to the fighting and torment of
Death and its painful screams
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
R.I.P Officer Pete Hickey
Pete the Man "
First and foremost he was a true Family man.
He may have worn a uniform of blue
Pete. was in fact the guy with a plan
That bought laughter and happiness to you
A pretty good Taxi driver from what I understand
The officer always called to break up a fight
Yet ! again Pete always had the right plan
In bringing peace on a troubled night
To tell you the truth one could never complain
The way that he chose to protect and serve
He treated all those he met on the level and plain
With only kindly thought out words
Pete was also an avid writer
Who always was positive in what he wrote
He was also known as a Policeman that inspired
The respect and mentorship to all in the wisdom he spoke
It is said that the words are stronger than the sword
This was true in all Pete had to say with his pen
For his kind thoughts of all he met
Will never to their memories end
So Pete you left us with the smile on your face
The memory of laughter and tears
Truly Pete your thoughts we will always embrace
The journey we have left through our
First and foremost he was a true Family man.
He may have worn a uniform of blue
Pete. was in fact the guy with a plan
That bought laughter and happiness to you
A pretty good Taxi driver from what I understand
The officer always called to break up a fight
Yet ! again Pete always had the right plan
In bringing peace on a troubled night
To tell you the truth one could never complain
The way that he chose to protect and serve
He treated all those he met on the level and plain
With only kindly thought out words
Pete was also an avid writer
Who always was positive in what he wrote
He was also known as a Policeman that inspired
The respect and mentorship to all in the wisdom he spoke
It is said that the words are stronger than the sword
This was true in all Pete had to say with his pen
For his kind thoughts of all he met
Will never to their memories end
So Pete you left us with the smile on your face
The memory of laughter and tears
Truly Pete your thoughts we will always embrace
The journey we have left through our
Friday, May 21, 2010
Tears of Hope
Tears of Hope
By Peter A. Todd
Petertoddpoet.com
I cry for the children who reach out in vain
For words of endearment they once gained
Were they not little precious bundles of joy?
Now it seems in their presence they annoy
Mothers and Fathers drifting apart
From the solemn vows they pledged of the hearts
Slaps and curses have replaced the caress
From the daily routine of creative stress
We cry for the love to return to these souls
So the future of these children they can nurture and mold
That they may reach out for the enrichments of life
Having pride in themselves by choosing the path that is right
I pray dear Lord that you wipe away the tears
Of these adults and children who have lived in fear
Let the power of your love abide in their hearts
As this journey free of violence embarks
By Peter A. Todd
Petertoddpoet.com
I cry for the children who reach out in vain
For words of endearment they once gained
Were they not little precious bundles of joy?
Now it seems in their presence they annoy
Mothers and Fathers drifting apart
From the solemn vows they pledged of the hearts
Slaps and curses have replaced the caress
From the daily routine of creative stress
We cry for the love to return to these souls
So the future of these children they can nurture and mold
That they may reach out for the enrichments of life
Having pride in themselves by choosing the path that is right
I pray dear Lord that you wipe away the tears
Of these adults and children who have lived in fear
Let the power of your love abide in their hearts
As this journey free of violence embarks
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Shoe Shine Boy
Shoe Shine Boy
By Peter A. Todd 05/19/2010
Walking the streets all the day long
Whistling the happiest of songs
Tapping the windows as he strolled on past
With imprints of his knuckles not long to last
On bended knees as he polishes a shoe
Holding to his talents and convictions true
Snapping the rag as that shoe began to shine
With the beat of the Chaganooga in perfect time
A tap on the leg for the next shoe to the step
Another satisfied customer you can be sure to bet
A friendly handshake as he shakes the customers hand
Truly this God given day was the Masters plan
Traveling on to his next steps in time
Eager to make that next nickle or dime
This is my reflection of the boy with holes in his pants
Its the image of my youth from a second chance
My Gloucester by birth and my imprints made
From the miracles of my Faith through sadness saved
The words from my inherited heart of blood and soul
A spirit of my mother's prayers to treasure like gold
By Peter A. Todd 05/19/2010
Walking the streets all the day long
Whistling the happiest of songs
Tapping the windows as he strolled on past
With imprints of his knuckles not long to last
On bended knees as he polishes a shoe
Holding to his talents and convictions true
Snapping the rag as that shoe began to shine
With the beat of the Chaganooga in perfect time
A tap on the leg for the next shoe to the step
Another satisfied customer you can be sure to bet
A friendly handshake as he shakes the customers hand
Truly this God given day was the Masters plan
Traveling on to his next steps in time
Eager to make that next nickle or dime
This is my reflection of the boy with holes in his pants
Its the image of my youth from a second chance
My Gloucester by birth and my imprints made
From the miracles of my Faith through sadness saved
The words from my inherited heart of blood and soul
A spirit of my mother's prayers to treasure like gold
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Celebrate Gloucester
Celebrate Gloucester
By Peter A. Todd 04/29/2010
We celebrate Gloucester for its Heritage and views
Such as the Fisherman's Statue and Fisherman's wife
The heritage of our forefathers proudly renewed
By the workers of our waterfront through days and nights
We celebrate within the soul of what was and will be
Such as Jerry's Tavern and now Latitude 43
We join in hope and faith the steps now taken
Of the voters that proudly took a stand
To elect Leadership that has given us new inspirations
On moving forward to a once forbidden land
We celebrate our Artist's , Sculptures and new visions
In putting our Beloved Gloucester back on the right trail
For through Gloucester Pride we will receive fruition
So that all the hopes in dreams of our children will prevail
By Peter A. Todd 04/29/2010
We celebrate Gloucester for its Heritage and views
Such as the Fisherman's Statue and Fisherman's wife
The heritage of our forefathers proudly renewed
By the workers of our waterfront through days and nights
We celebrate within the soul of what was and will be
Such as Jerry's Tavern and now Latitude 43
We join in hope and faith the steps now taken
Of the voters that proudly took a stand
To elect Leadership that has given us new inspirations
On moving forward to a once forbidden land
We celebrate our Artist's , Sculptures and new visions
In putting our Beloved Gloucester back on the right trail
For through Gloucester Pride we will receive fruition
So that all the hopes in dreams of our children will prevail
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