Peter S. Quinn Poems

Breaking the waves to finally know,
What is the truth in this old game;
Places to hold come to and grow,
Bring some thoughts give it a flame.
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Do not struggle go with ease
Take it to some distance
Make it a curving form to please
With every word's space existence
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Shakespeare was not in Mensa
Neither was little Willie
But there were stubborn Clemensa
And Joachim the silly
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Take my love that’s reaching out
That’s what it’s all about
To be with in and have some fun
And making time outside in sun
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From my room I hear
The wind blow
Strings from icy harp
Filling the dark
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Let new day be born bright
With every hope from night
Each dream be like a glow
In morning untouched snow
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Day to day pictures
Are everywhere in glow
Dark to white strictures
In the dissolving snow
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The sky will glow
For tomorrow peaceful day
And be its flow
With the hours that won’t stay
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Forever my soul
Will whisper
Songs to you
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