Peter S. Quinn Poems

Never leave me alone
I want you to stir me up
Be my pebble and stone
And my strong coffee cup
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Times in past are gone with their tone
With so much they have given me
Every luck and turn they have shown
Their hours were made building new
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I am not as Robert Frost
For I can not cultivate a tree
In that occupation I am lost
Never for a time to be
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Oh beautiful springtime come here again
In the basin green and so splendid all
In their youthful captures in spring call
Where each circling motion's never in vain
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I sat down
Without any reason at all
Clearing seeds sown
Poem that would make its call
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I’m the blue in blue
Feelings of love to you
Needing of sky ways
Dreams coming up and plays
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The waves shatter the restless dark hours
Time circle of moods that come and again go
Like tinctures on leaves or flowers
Those in clusters of buds for moments glow
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The night now dances close
In its nocturnal dance dreams
Like a dark leaved evening rose
With thorns of yesterdays deems
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There are dreams that come to you
In their blues and keeping on
Seeing gathering clearly through
With everything that keeps them done
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Moments they come and go
Itchy they will fly around
In with December's falling snow
Some love of winter is found
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