Peter S. Quinn Poems

There are shadows and some doubt,
Thoughtless people moving about;
Silent thoughts in lonesome crowds,
All is forgotten.
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The blue's in my heart today,
It was not there yesterday;
Memories keep flooding on,
In my mournful song.
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Forgotten and broken chains,
Memories are lost in space;
Hollowness and prickly pains,
My heart is full of maze.
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Each love is like racing cars,
Driving through the final line;
Wounds from losing - all its scars,
Shiver up your spine.
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All the colours will be coming in soon,
After winter lays down its cold and frost;
First there is April then May, and then June,
Greyness of earth completely gone and lost.
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Time is going through
And leaving from here to there
Into the lonely blue
Surrounding the moments everywhere
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Howling to clouds of silence
In this game of testing endures
With ease and full of diligence
All thoughts likewise immures
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Every day and every night,
I shall turn to left and right,
Take my turnings as I go,
Sometimes thoughts do overflow.
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We have risen,
From the shore
Of infinity pleasures,
Sons and daughters,
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All the dreams faraway,
They are always with me;
Like new morning day,
That comes just to be.
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