Peter S. Quinn Poems

Some ways will never leave
For someone put them there
They are old ways archives
Buildings with a spiral stair
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Needlessly Shy
Into the morning come
Ask not questions why
Or where it's from
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Dreams won’t return
When the times are gone
Only we can yearn
For what has been done
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Sister sun
Brother moon,
It's the summer
Of early June.
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Rest in peace
Good old you,
In work and play
You brought us through.
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The haunting hope
for worried only
none ever missed
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Away to thinking eyes
or a lover's wounded heart

without the dear
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Midnight crossed
into darkly shadows
of blackbirds
and eagles
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Many-seasoned pain
I'd sign the cliffs
beneath Pine-straight past
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Still shadows
of midnight
soft and dark
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