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Architecture Hands (From 134 Picture Poems)
architecture hands
structure within blank
a wooden piece
and frosty accomplishment
today's lessening
and growing
through others kept chores
Peter S. Quinn
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Be Close and Reach Out (from, To Oscar Act 4)
Everywhere you go
There are dreams so unreal
To letting you know
How you not ordinarily feel
Give a touch and flow
To a heart of longing
You will someday grow
Into times of singing
Our life is everywhere
Strong and easy giving
Past and futures there
Inside each ones living
Feelings saying goodbye
Filling the air with waiting
The coming morning sky
With its new debating
Be close and reach out
With your heart and reason
Love is what its all about
Each and every season
The days are going by
With so much for anyone to say
Every cast and every try
Shall be set to day
Reaching to the moments on
Believing is just being
Happy ends are never done
The futures are for seeing
They are perhaps still too far
To reach with any conclusion
But time is like a lucky star
With a heart beat as its fusion
Be close and reach out
With your heart and reason
Love is what its all about
Each and every season
Everywhere you go
There are dreams so unreal
To letting you know
How you not ordinarily feel
Give a touch and flow
To a heart of longing
You will someday grow
Into times of singing
Be close and reach out
Peter S. Quinn
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Be Different To It All (From, Poet on WWW)
There you are still standing
Trying to reach - expand
Give and understand
To be different to it all
There you are still standing
Feeling abused - guilty
All those thoughts so faulty
Nothing to hide the fall
But you have it inside
What it should all be worth
Now it's time to let it go
Rise about your vision
Make the moments come
One by one - show their face
There you are still standing
Trying to make a decision
What you can - what will be
Which suspicions you can see
You'll learn to reach and find
Every day to be different
Give your heart some struggle
There's no need for a juggle
For you have it inside
What it should all be worth
Now it's time to let'em know
Rise about our vision
Make the moments come
One by one - show your face
Giving it lose or use it completely up
All is there behind or in front of you
Clench it through - try everything out
There is a day after tomorrow too!
And if you lose yourself in the hours
They are going to tick through the day
Don't be taken into debts of your egos
For they'll run across your skin like clay
There you are still standing
Trying to reach - expand
Give and understand
Be different to it all
Peter S. Quinn
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Beautiful Autumn
Beautiful autumn
Before night's winter fall
Slowly with its strum
In frosty nights call
The dreams of darkish play
From evenings in the night
Each winters icily play
In lost longing's flight
Beautiful yellow red
Leaves of the falling decay
Each peeling blossom bed
That gives the night its day
Their garden going to brown
When life is in its sleep
Like evening in winters gown
In tinctures not to keep
Beautiful dreams going
Flowing the last of autumn
With all its golden glowing
And drowning of rivers hum
The dreams of the cloudy sky
In days of the fallen leaves
Questions to ask for why
The world is of smile and greaves
Peter S. Quinn
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