Peter S. Quinn Poems

In and out the gossip
Whom do we really know?
The tongue is so slippery slip
In smoothness and its flow
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You may think this is a blah blah, but it actually isn’t…

Love is an easy word
More or less always so
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Winter days go by
Blissful moments opened sky
- Reasons for each try.
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'All love's alike - the ever returning
Flame of the morning and breeze of the night,
Like the fumes of life in hearts are burning
And weighting upon what is wrong and right.
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Oh playful heaven – sweet!
How a wonder is star dust;
With lingering so neat,
That never on earth will rust.
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Your love to all, is your greenest of song,
Nursing on as a mother - caring for all;
Opportunity and a function call,
Giving knowledge of what is right and wrong.
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Come to my heart new rose
With fragrance of fresh air
Life is its virtues as it goes
Now is spring everywhere
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Shadows to your fate is another charm
Into the night that did not recognize your love
Only dissentients what cloud material's of
Motley jester inside blackness stiff–arm
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The sea wolf comes with each tide
Circling the waves of the weary darkness
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I really don’t know where this beat’s going
Inside my thinking and on growing
Coming in with its ticktack-on time flowing
Steadily on and always for sure knowing
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