Peter S. Quinn Poems

(“I shall write my sonnets
from the real world
just like my poems”) .
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The explosion of spring,
Bump bump alloy, it is here!
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The mountain of blue sky and flying birds,
This is something for the climbers to reach their goal;
There is this beautiful morning
That steps inside my dream
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Of all the fairest, none is such as you,
A beauty flower, in the garden of love;
The sun is glowing in your eyes, sweet blue,
Like astral lights and thoughts from far above.
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The forest of my being is all within,
Each step I go, I go with darkness still
And never hoping there to gain or win,
For I can't clearly see through dreamy hill.
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confusing distances
alone with my
flowing thoughts
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curves they crash
crossed lights of
northern moon
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Awesome Delight
The little cloud,
That wanders about
Day and night.
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Away to the dreams of morning,
I will sing to you a little song;
For I have thoughts and a yearning,
Which in my heart are strong.
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Dulcet time is always coming,
When the clouds are away with tears;
Little birds in trees are humming,
New songs from forgotten years.
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