Peter S. Quinn Poems

We know very little
Just our own kind of song
Our life is so bridle
And everything we long
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this is where we are all going
one by one we go,
not like a star galaxy glowing
butt dark matter flow
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The singing in the trees
Is an echo of something gone
Tones of love please
Carrying love on and on
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One by one they go
All to their distances now
Memories are like a glow
Going away somehow
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now hear this little song
that comes from the inside
it's not high nor is it strong
as it in its tones glide
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Letting go ahead in the world
with so much plenty to do
like love's a flammable twirl
in my heart and feelings to you
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The night's like a day with the moon
Lovely at sight till morning
The beauty of its blueness gone too soon
On to the billows of yearning
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Oh daisy, daisy true love, and a whisper,
From the garden and into my own home;
Oh maybe, oh maybe, as time gets crisper,
My domicile's like a temple of a dome.
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The Leaves of Grass, is in man's desires long,
Before he gains consciousness of what it reads;
It is earth's fire and flowing tears, each song,
Each one sought in application and needs;
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Like day and night contrast love may become,
Flowers assortments in a bouquet or vase;
Of colours quite bight though of dull are some,
Made so different but each in their own grace.
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