Peter S. Quinn Poems

I wanted to say
Dreams are ripping away
With every longing that's done
Into its forgetfulness gone
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Sweet as the rose is
So should your summer be
A breeze with flickering kiss
For you and for me
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The crimson roses of night gardens bed
Their shadings of day breaking coming on
With the tinctures that nature did bled
For the flowers of wall shadows from sun
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Every day that comes shall get old
With the spinning wheels of infinity
And age in pastimes for you and me
To give each one prosper to raise and hold
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Colonnades of glory
Thoughts of the whispering free
Unseen dimensional aurae
Of songs sweet melody
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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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There is something about your eyes
That is a secret to me
Troubles ahead their disguise
Something passing on to be
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Now farewell to the day that's gone
Every hour is a love song
Step by step the time has won
To carry its farewells along
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There are so many ways that move
And give you more to follow
Wisdom words coming through
When all reality is hollow
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Love darkness comes so easily
Into the haze of evening bright
Playfully light and so breezily
From corners to corner into sight
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