Peter S. Quinn Poems

There are the days
That you and I know
The playfully ways
Of winter's coming snow
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Dreams are sometimes like sea waves
Coming forward and gazing the time through
To each new longing their footsteps paves
With every wishing that's up to you
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There's sorrow and pain
Wherever we want to go,
We search thoroughly in vain
To prosper and grow;
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Each morning of our life,
There is a new song
And when dusk arrive,
These, remain and carry on;
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The ocean is full of waves,
Moving just to and fro;
My longings and my craves,
Moved there from long ago.
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I have found a way to faraway stars,
They lie in strait lines from each of life's fate;
There are so many wounds and many scars,
Some are newly done, others rather late.
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Passages of secret days shining on,
Pilgrim's tale of dusty roads and desire;
Carefree thoughts of times in yesterdays gone,
Different world of meaning - forgotten fire.
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Oh baby babe give me a sign
Something I can relate to,
Or I'll be walking a strait line
Trying my luck without you;
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There is emptiness inside me,
From the days that have gone by;
Will I ever feel or see,
What makes summer hours high.
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Like morning flowers sweet
the day has come so neat,
with drops of dew
and songs anew,
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