Peter S. Quinn Poems

Every occasion is time to go
Anything to make you unreal
Just like tomes pages show
With every rush and deal
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Lady bug oh lady bug
Be my truest of luck
With everything to give
Try out and then to live
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Now winter is gone and new summer is in
Distilling its moments of flowering fine
Colorful bouquets in beds of sunshine
With everything going into its win
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Crossroads of the coming day
Everywhere to keep
This and that in outside play
From gone judgments deep
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Life's look of distortion is never simple
Naked it comes in its lines and face
Minimal transparent in anyplace
Through every its emotion and path wimple
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Summertime sweet and tender
Filling the moment's desire
Pure in the its sun splendor
Colors and shades multiplier
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Come now sweetest rose
And summer tinctures bring
Soon your color goes
Like so much of everything
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Love should be like morning in tenderness flow
If you say in honesty you love me
Like daybreak to the rising in its goal go
That flickers on its fire heat in sparks free
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There are moments lost in my natural sky
Feeling times that are done to nothing
Every time travel there asking reasons why
Sometimes giving no answers - just bluffing
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The blue yellow flowers
For days of true giving
Through winter hours
Of darkish night living
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