Peter S. Quinn Poems

Words blown away like dry withering leaves...
And only memories remain for awhile
There is love in this sudden of cold grieves
With its yellowish and red amber beguile
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A private parking on my occupied heart
The Inside story for some falling rain
Here is where my beat will wake up and start
Driving away all sorrows living pain
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Let us walk among freedom still
In its easy going beat
And never up the tyrant’s hill
On to no sympathy street!
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Just you and I together now
Into the softly on deep
Feeling our heart close somehow
Inside for our hours to keep
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Sweet music to hear in bright summer’s day
In delights and joys of wonderful themes
Where each new bud into new color seems
Coming through bouquet’s bed in its new earth lay
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The bird that arrived from the outlying sea
With a pounding heart and two fair blue eyes
In throbbing of new love through fresh airy free
From the distances of aroused morning skies
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Every word has its own way
In different elements of meaning
With each other they do on play
Together in their contravening
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Make my heart a beat in time
With everything in parting prime
Of love that is of cold rime
With love that is like dim night
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The gracious light that comes in to dark deep
With flowers of the burning heat and shine
Each color drawn on to the horizon line
When dawn comes up for heart in love to keep
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So sweet is this dream
Of nowhere to seem
From glowing night sky
And hours that fly
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