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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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The Birds Of Paradise
The birds of paradise,
With wings reaching free and far;
Their singing never dies,
Though centuries go afar.
Their longings are for peace,
Knowing things of worth;
Man is only what he believes,
From the day of his birth.
The forest and each leaf,
Are there for reasons too;
Some may be so brief,
Others stand longer than you.
Change of time will make,
New growth from the old;
Around the brook and the lake,
Colors we cannot hold.
Clouds will come and go,
With clearings in the sky;
Just like a breezing blow,
Suddenly - to start, and die.
Peter S. Quinn
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You Are My Sunflower
You are my sunflower
On every rainy day
When golden shine shower
Comes pouring down my way
And tomorrow shall be
Something we look for
Whatever for you and me
That open's a times door
A love song of distance
To carry us further on
And giving opportunities chance
Before our summer is gone
Each love that we bring
Through the bouquets of love
That in our heart shall sing
When rainclouds are far above
You are my sunflower
And you make me believe
Every minute and hour
Theres somewhere relieve
From worlds worrying heart
And the aloofness of war
For my feelings you'll start
From wherever you now are
Peter S. Quinn
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Colors Colors Colors
Colors colors colors
Give them to me
Full sky and spaces
My longing to see
Fill every dream way
Of its inside food
Let harp strings play
Their songs hued
Colors colors colors
Come here to be
Vast as the ocean
Tinctures explosions
The rivers of dreams
Inside their reams
Calling out the fire
Of spring come desire
Colors colors colors
Never be empty
With shading in places
Their tone so free
With nature in bright
And greenery lay
And in summer's night
With coming of May
Peter S. Quinn
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Deep Blue Dreams
Deep blue dreams
On the sunny glowing
Water flowing streams
in infinity going
Their dark and deep
Moods of ready round
Memories to keep
When on earth it's found
Dreams to relive
In the hours long
With dark days strive
At times winter song
When summer's at sleep
Deep in the ground
Memories we keep
From blue dreams downed
Every day's calling
With its harmony
As hour's ticks is falling
To its Never Be
Melodies of things
Clear in nature's play
Eternally on sings
Till the end of day
Peter S. Quinn
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