Words of the Vision
Words of the Vision of the Soul7/5/2003Poetry must and always be of the soulA rendering of love of the writer’s heartIt should contain a vision of time yet to unfoldThe emotions of its meaning from the startPoetry is as ancient as from the Psalms of DavidSuch a faithful and God fearing manThe description of what is within the inner beautyOf loved ones we embrace and cherish dearOr the vision a mountain and morning clearingIt is the very existence of our inner tearsOf words to be treasured through the sands of timeA vision for the blind of pleasures to unfoldExpressions of love in our thoughts hard to findPoetry more precious than the world and all its goldIt’s the echo of ones heart to the impaired of hearingThe comforting of mind in sadness castThe reflection of the soul and ones awakening nearingIt’s etched in silver within the souls reflection matched
Worlds Treasures
World’s Treasure’sIt is said that the most held valueIs the world’s precious diamonds and gold.Yet we need not far to travelFor within our mists greater treasures unfoldA mother’s love is truly preciousThey watch over us through all the days and nightsIn times of life’s fears she’s courageousA mother is to our youth a guiding lightSo treasure this there special dayBy giving them your thanks for there undying loveShow them how you love them in a special wayFor this love should be a reflection of God aboveMother’s they may be single or wed for years beyond measureThey even could be miles away, or live down the streetThey are the greatest of all the world’s treasuresWho have molded and shaped our lives completeA very Happy Mothers Day to each and every oneMay the blessing of God be with them this and everydayThat all their trials and goals be won“ Mother’s “World’s Treasure’s in each and everyway.Happy Mother’s DayPeter A. Todd 5/03/01
Nightmare or Truth
Nightmare or TruthBy Peter A. Todd 3/21/2003It was a cold winters night and all was stillI can see it clearly but it seems to be a dreamI’m out with the guys with good time to kill In my head are deafening screamsI volunteered to drive as I only drank a fewOr in truth could it have been threeWho’s counting were just out for a good timeIf only these sounds in my head would leave meIt’s beginning to get real hazy and coldThe streets seem to be turning to iceBut I am a good driver in full controlI’m known as a friend to be trusted and brightI believe we left the last bar nine or tenWho really cares were just out for funThis were having with my drinks I begin to blendOh! My God what’s that blurred figure before meIt’s a mother and child crossing the streetPlease help me I’m so dizzy I can’t seeTo even put on the brake with my feetBut it’s to late they are gone from sightDam! All I can hear is their deathly screamsWho do they think they are out at this time of the night?Maybe this is just a foolish bad dreamWell things are quite now my friends are back with meBut 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 groundWait! in the corner above my grave I see a young father staring at meWhy does he look with such hatred in his eyesI was just out with guys for a good time I’ve craved IS THIS WHAT LIES AHEAD IN HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY
Window of Life
Window of LifeWith eyes fixed through window wideI take in Nature’s rare sitesBirds chirping side by sideUpon each mornings new sunlightThe calming of the changing seasAs the tides smoothes out the sandReminding us that we are freeTo abide on this our God given landAs the evening comes to its endThe waters take on a great changeFor unto the human eye Heaven glowsBeyond the stars and the moons rangeTo blanket us with God’s protective skyAs we rest from our daily deedsWithin God’s blessings to abideAs in him we must always believe
