Peter S. Quinn Poems

There is no easy going
To loving of the past
In its own they’re showing
That time has already lost
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I was once a child so young
With fantasies in my mind
Like flowers from seeds do sprung
Each memory left behind
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They are making it
Coming true
Democracy
This wonderful year
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Blooming in sideways
Springing all out
Now is the right way
To saw seeds about
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Every rose has its true own shading
Of remembered touch of other gone days
Breeze so gently through its petals evading
And with its leaves of verdant then plays
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How soon is now
With all its endless going
That shows up somehow
Without you ever knowing
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In the days of quietness
From memories confined wings
Within love of caress
And themes of gone strings
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Fields of summer growing
Strong in tinctures glowing
Through the days and night
Daybreak’s sun and light
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My dear is adorable with her blue eyes
Of an azure light like the heavens show
That with her beauty like the night stars glow
Or morning new beam of the horizon skies
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Come come now in spring
With your joyful singing
Blue skies for everything
Into my thoughts bringing
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