Peter S. Quinn Poems

with the flames
of faith
all trees
grow tall
...

with yellow fingers
ghosts of days
passing away
...

wooden leaves dreams
practicalities of gravity's
and the lifting mind
...

you'll long
to keep that fire

of touch and nerves
...

you'll look
at anything

personal
...

Each life is like a flower
With leaves of green and yellow
And in the rain shower
They become quite mellow
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My search is through
Time and space,
To moments
They don't belong;
...

Little songbird in a tree,
Are you singing a song for me?
Because I am lonely and blue,
- Quite the same as you.
...

Now summer is here
For a while,
With birds
Singing in the trees;
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A flower for Honey Rose,
Oh so sweet of fragrance;
Even in a small of dose,
May you never blanch.
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