Peter S. Quinn Poems

We have all got our story to tell and where we are going,
For there is a time and a place for each show on earth;
Without any journey and without us really trying or knowing,
What is to be a puzzle and what is for real now and worth.
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The echoes of seasons
The day's noon befalls,
With no particular reasons
There are echoes and calls;
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Give us some young - old,
What it is I don't know;
Reasons bound to unfold,
Inside this and that show.
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Look look and come away
There is a destiny for you and me
Everything comes and will be okay
Just let it through and be
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Heart broken flowers and burned up flame,
With give and takes of things and some within;
With years of no love like stone that became,
Hope for some kindness but all was akin.
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The transparent birth of the sweetest things,
That come and goes into the earthy arms;
What to an instantaneous moment brings,
All the perceptive signs and its charms.
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There are some times when nothing can be done,
We are walking through the intestate way;
And feeling how the time is moving on,
When morning will end later in the day.
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When you come and stay within this or that,
Someone spells it out from the world you know;
From what we deserve and in reformat,
Holding its place in its environment lingo.
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Winter day and space of the urban earth,
Where the river starts its flowing in spring;
Like seeds ideas come forth into new birth,
Though old ones are there still worthy to sing.
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Past comes slowly in and is before you,
While the world's making ways that always are;
We are walking the streets from old to new,
Sketching up plans that should be going far.
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