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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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To Happy Moments Arriving
To happy moments arriving
I shall give one of my all
Everything there contriving
That to my heart will call
Lights so twinkling bright
In the many days going
These are a happy Jul night
Of chime and lights glowing
To the hours that are falling
Into the deep of old time
Some yesterday's still calling
As moments away climb
In drift of minutes snowing
With their white silver thread
Our minds are down slowing
In thoughts once aforesaid
To happy times now here
These lovely hours giving
What we find close and dear
And truly in our hearts living
The moments of light and dark
That comes here now around
With every its glowing spark
That in these days is found
Peter S. Quinn
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To Know Of Love (from, Spring Come Come)
Ok my sweet for the days to come
To be of yours for evermore
To know of love and where it's from
Of each temptation be sure
For life is a sleep or a waking lie
With a heart that fell from open sky
A trial of faith to bring and try
Or giving reasons to its alibi
Ok my sweet it is all on earth here
To open roads of destiny
What we take up to give and share
A love song for you and me
For earth is the place to walk on
And finding the new before its gone
Those rustic lines that's never done
Trusted t dust in its stories bygone
Ok my earth how sweet you are
With a given stroke of its everything
Like a hope of blue the morning star
That to my heart each longing bring
I am like every man of the hour
A seed grown up to become a flower
A robe to hold my providence plower
What brought me here by times power
Peter S. Quinn
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4019.
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To Love
To love for all that comes to give
Each somber ablaze from a beating heart
In rejoice now and its moments relive
Which is a feeling of muse's on start
Like bracing gold in sunshine ablaze
And rising spirit of Weavings Sea
All so much pours and its filling grace
That comes in eternally for you and me
The silvered dew on the ocean floor
The hideaway of the dark cloudlet sky
Each tempers in tinctures more and more
With question of secretly answers why
To love in its grace and hours morning
Like clearance of fire without a warning
Peter S. Quinn
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4020.
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To My Mother
Like primary colors,
My love towards you;
Never turns or palters,
Everything's quite true.
It has none boarders,
Nor drifts into the blue;
And it never falters,
In a standing value.
Coloration of colors,
Never need to redo;
Nothing there alters,
What love does imbue.
Each virtue orders,
Sees so clearly through;
Knows of no brooders,
Or those that argue.
The palette of colors,
Of shadings - quite new;
I've always loved you,
And newer withdrew.
Peter S. Quinn
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