Peter S. Quinn Poems

Getting away
From silent sky
Meeting today
In summer bird cry
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The streets are empty for winter is still here,
With the somberness of weeks still to come;
The swift winds of tomorrow with its glum,
May swirl away darkness needing a steer.
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Total eclipse,
Of all things that we see;
Breaking our thoughts,
With fire of desire.
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Breeze breeze you blow
Around minutes and hours
From the clouds you flow
Down to the small flowers
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surreal shapes
secrets set to be

finger of time
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The summer comes in with the dearest heat,
And assorted flower bouquets for each vase;
Vivid dresses on the new awakened street,
People walk by with a new look and face.
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I love you so dearly,
For you are life,
In my seasons yearly,
As freshness arrive.
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My breast is full of song,
With faith I sing to thee;
Like days that move along,
I call and hope to be.
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twisted shadows
climb among
the misshapen rocks
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Evoke your heart with
Surprises, surprises,
Because in a poem
There are a lot of disguises.
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