Peter S. Quinn Poems

O little boy blue your road is full of dust,
What shall guide your way is your enduring light;
Stones on the way look like gold but turn to rust,
You walk in your youth but soon shall abide.
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Dreams never come true,
If you don't let them;
Your wanderings ways,
They are all up to you.
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Everything moves on eternally,
Or until everything's forgotten;
I feel memories inside of me,
Feelings of love and rotten.
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Oh wind give me a direction to follow,
I know I never found the way I walked;
May thoughts were fresh less and hollow,
And I just lived empty and talked.
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Please go easy with me
Because the day’s still so young
Freedom is to be free
And get in the world along
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There you are standing still - in the picture,
Emotions so full of deep understanding;
The ligatures of black and white stricture,
Into each shadow and light commanding.
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I have found my way
It comes day by day
Like ways of sunshine
So hard to define
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Every word has billows and waves of sea,
Longitude towards open cloudily mist;
The branches that grow embellish a tree,
Soul of inner enigma and a twist.
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Oh give tinctures of the orchid beautiful,
So richly by day - and darkly by night!
I do not want colours that fade, or are dull,
And only need those that are fair and are bright.
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These days - today are poems allot
They write themselves with what they've got
So goes its way in day and night
So some of them will turn out right
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