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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The tune of full moon faraway,
With universal harmonies around;
Are lost again in each new day,
Even though it echoes in its sound.
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Something Somewhere,
Love and to much shadow;
Somewhere and everywhere,
Dreams come and go.
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Please tell me now if you are mine,
Then all we need's a magic hour;
To walk along in the sunshine,
Love's charisma and love's power.
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Some way somehow,
I'll reach out to you;
Here is my heart to give,
I hope it's pure and true.
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Come and touch my soul spring,
For I gently walk your street;
Come and again sing,
To the gentle summer beat.
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