Peter S. Quinn Poems

Thinking
and shaping
alive voices
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It’s a yellow day
scenic burning fall

the wobbling mouth
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When I heard the news today,
There was not much I could say;
About how everything is going
- Disregard's growing.
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The sun rays in your eye,
The love you’re giving that I have found;
Like sun that shines though the sky,
Each love must be worth and sound.
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Open and quiet winter
with stillness in air

dresses of faded gray
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Listen to the voice
of the wind

rumbling across skies
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Rotten apples in between,
Is this just another dream?
Daylight's going out at last,
Past is now just past.
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Reflecting mirror,
frozen pond in bare garden
- I am day older...
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I know my heart is calling
through timeless tides,
as years go by are falling
and memories abides.
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Glowing sphere
light of gold
the candle plays
from in the deep
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