Peter S. Quinn Poems

Oh what a beautiful flaming morning,
Red as the rose that in summer is born
And to every shadow its light is drawn,
Glitters the sky without any warning;
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Oh yes it's so true - all the world's a wish
That upon a star did shine for a while,
The perfect in ways and truthful in smile
All just some glory and hope for all this;
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Some gave hearts freedom to every agnel
That stood test of time's celebrated hour,
Like those that were in ebony tower
And did not know what future could foretell;
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Let there be another day after moonlight
For the sun must come and shine in beauty,
And give of inspiration and of broody
To carry behind all of yesterday's blight;
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Life is pains and again pains to be borne
With every love that has some hope to gain,
Though we come across days when there is pain
For there is something in us all to adorne;
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The bluish flower of the heavens sky
Where raindrops fall from eyelids to the yirth,
And mortal men give to all mortal birth
And each of them will later surly die;
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The day's now turning to flickering dark
To wings of light that go from window to room,
Like the leaves of darkish unknown dream bloom
That into the twilight again will spark;
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The edge of time that washed ashore
All the pitiful things that the world bought near,
Those withering feelings that gave afear
And to assured affair like rust will abhor;
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Sweet sounds they sing to the world forever
As day becomes a night within an hour,
Or sunshine fills with clouds and rain shower
Tranquil blossom will grow and endeavor;
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The dusky sea that lives to be master
Targets ahead in to the new future,
Morrows fate with roaring alastor
And spoon filling hours in transferred suture;
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