Peter S. Quinn Poems

Our imagined poems are like mythmakin'
They fill your heart with strangest singing too,
And each of them is like those that are new
And lightly not to the real ones be taken;
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With a mind and a face of an angel,
She toned each my feelings with affection;
Letting on me, fragile kind of marvel,
And showing me the straightest direction.
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Dig the dogs
That bark and bite,
Dysfunctional clogs
That give a blight;
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To the stars in the sky
I must sing this song,
For they glitter and die
Both faintly and strong;
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Give me your love that's true
Darling anything is possible
It's all up to me and you
For the times never to be dull
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ICT overdose and its 'comatose'
I'm under its spell once again
'Cause I and my keyboard are close
Both within its contrast terrain
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Sunshine comes to inside mind
Far across the makings on
In the heart beat you must find
What is here or almost gone?
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If ever there was
A true love
It was in the ways
We were taught
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Come to my heart knock on wood
Don’t worry, be good I'm your super man

I will let you be what you want to be
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In the gracious light of all memories gone
The moments of burning of desiring flame
In a word of its forbearing truest in name
That carries new appearing still on and on
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