Peter S. Quinn Poems

Words blown away like dry withering leaves...
And only memories remain for awhile
There is love in this sudden of cold grieves
With its yellowish and red amber beguile
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A private parking on my occupied heart
The Inside story for some falling rain
Here is where my beat will wake up and start
Driving away all sorrows living pain
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The evening is coming clear
In the summer mood
So much of glowing near
Dancing shadows prelude
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Dreamer oh dreamer with a pencil to see
Morning of starlight in the glistening dark
Feelings of the heart in wonderments to be
With your vision inside a glow that will spark
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Dreams are done with all the colors inside
One by one they come through and start their glow
With flickering corset from black to white snow
From their deep connotation of shading glide
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I write my song as poetry
I write my poetry as a song
I try to be continuously free
In what I do and long
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My heart is always in my way
Like a night that comes to shine
With every light of reddish ray
That clearly is of loves divine
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- A - Every Man Is a Child

Every man is a child of his dreams
Searching through each his going and true coming
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There is no easy going
To loving of the past
In its own they’re showing
That time has already lost
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I was once a child so young
With fantasies in my mind
Like flowers from seeds do sprung
Each memory left behind
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