Poems by John Peter Read

The most overused word is (Like )
A word I rather dislike
The young generation
Would lose communication
If it was erased overnight.

God is my spirit
God is my soul
God is the one
Who makes my life whole.
No need for religion
For me to believe
For God is the love
That resides in me.

Spring,summer,winter and fall,
the seasons of change
greet one and all.

For as in life,
they'll be many a storm.
Life's seasons change
the moment we're born.

Clouds will appear
every once in awhile.
From a cold winter chill
to a warm summer smile.

In our lives like the seasons
they'll be many a fall.
We have to prepare
to answer the call.

But in the end
our troubles will wain.
When the sun bows its head
and shines once again.

Those Christmases of old
were much better by far.
We never had much money,
but we always got by.

No expensive gifts
just little things.
A Christmas stocking
a drum made of tin.

A jigsaw puzzle
my mum helped me complete,
A plastic gun,
golden coins that were sweets.

A few new pennies,
a coloring book
That my Nan filled in,
so I never got a look.

Now sadly today
the mystery has gone.
Christmas starts in August
and goes on and on.

Gone is the magic,
the expectation the surprise.
Christmas is big business,
it's become too commercialized.

God I love you with all my heart
your in everything I see.
Your the stars that shine
the sun the moon
the oceans and the seas.

Your the rain the snow
your the wind that blows
your the cloud that passes by.
Your the thunderstorm
a cool breeze when it's warm
your that rainbow in the sky.

Every flower that blooms
every living thing
all creatures great and small.
Your my one true friend
my life my spirit
your the love inside my soul.

Awareness is wisdom
were truth wears a crown.
Where freedom is born
and lies make no sound.

Where whispers of deceit
vanish into the night.
Where fairness and justice
truly see the light.

The man in the Moon
looks down at the earth
and bows his head in shame.

Witnessing earths destruction
by human hands
a world led by the insane.

He knows it won't be long
before our earth has gone
then who are we to blame.

When the man in the moon
looks down for the last time
at a world that died in shame.

Through life we walk a tightrope
between the present and the past.
Our lives hang in the balance
and there is no going back.

Every journey we make is uncertain
we may fall and hit the ground.
No one knows their fate or fortune
our destiny is in our lord's hands.

Our past cannot be edited
forgotten erased or changed.
It can only be accepted
for we cannot go back again.

We must leave the past behind us
let nothing weigh you down.
Treating everyday as a gift
for the moment is all we have.