Peter S. Quinn Poems

Phenomenal I,
The sphere is my home playground
- I need tomorrow.
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Oh the sweetest rose that dwells in forest
With perfect fragrance and wondrous flower,
That’s blooming fairest in the morning hour
When all nightly worries lie down and rest;
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One learns as long as one can of self give,
Of love and pleasures hidden in the heart;
For all there is it's only worth to live,
When soul and mind are equal in their part.
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Perfect impression, ah rose fairest of blooms,
Giving colors to the loneliest hearts;
Filling up with fragrance gardens and rooms,
Your treasure truest never here departs.
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Feelings are never free,
They are like fire that's dwelling;
Or flickering there about free,
Bound to enchanting spelling.
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Musings of my thoughts,
Fly into a new day;
They are like cosmonauts,
Coming by their way.
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I've always wondered,
Where we are going to;
Never there though anchored,
With that real issue.
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