Peter S. Quinn Poems

The lonesome road is on and on
In every way and direction
Through dark and thick till it’s gone
In each its confusion and section
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There is only you
In the ocean sand
Every heart line true
To give and understand
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Tomorrow comes in slowly like a song
Of melodious making and its flowing
In the dreams of the waves in eve glowing
And tincture shades of clouds that drift along
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Winter is now deep in its gleaming prime
With red autumn gone to the deeper mood
Cloudy sky in dreary forces altitude
As shadows of deep further onward climb
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Every hope has its sky’s secrets
In the murmur of seashore breeze
Like the clouds on the blue carpet
It shall tell its lives diversities
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April is in with blossom flowers
At my door and some within
Whitish and yellow in their dowers
Shading gracious in a spin
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I want to write more words
And fly to the deep inside
Wing to wing with my birds
That through timeless glide
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Here is to this day
So lovely in its air
With feelings close and near
Coming from every way
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From the road of nowhere go
When the winter settles in
And dark's with its wintry blow
Of its coldness of frosty spin
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Love song of winter’s night
With many thoughts to give
Stars falling above bright
Promising wishes to live
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