Peter S. Quinn Poems

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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Passions grow up like flowers,
First the seed to soil will fall;
Then it's nursed with rain showers,
To grow big and tall.
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Every moment my heart is,
Full of lonesome dreams of you;
You gave me a good bye kiss,
Then you left me blue.
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earths in motion - unknown to thee - twisted explosions - fire that' s free
rocks on grounds - mist in the air - crumbling sounds - out of nowhere
mountains, soils - worlds out there - runs and boils - an unknown year
face not shown - mystic of dream - still not known - creation supreme
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Oh flower
Why are you so small?
With many blooms
Of white and blue
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A little bird in a tree is songless,
Because returning spring is coming late
And the little songster can hardly wait,
For the growth and blooming of new and fresh.
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You, always be a beginner to see
The runaway in motions close from you
The street's not empty if there is a tree
Shadowing your footsteps from the sky blue
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You are sunshine you are rain
And all you do is fun or pain,
And love is always a highest hill
You need no other thing or skill;
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Within each person are others to be freed,
Some are good and some are bad;
There in lies hiding somebody like me,
Of tempers both glad and sad.
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A kiss can be so very close and neat,
Like roses are before they prick the skin;
Though it will glorify the darkest of its kin,
As much here, on this earth, comes out so sweet.
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