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  41.     

I am The Wind Says The Wind

'I am the wind' says the wind,
I will improvise pictures in the sand;
What I've explored or chagrined,
You shall come to understand.

'I am the rain' says the rain,
I will sooth your mortal flesh;
With a drink from my reign,
There are no other holier fresh.

'I am the fire' says the fire,
I will open up darkness to you;
Give you longings and more desire,
In each thing you make and do.

'I am a child' says man's child,
Each word I make shall stand;
I'll make my rules out of the wild,
In each my way I command.

'I am the earth' says the earth,
You are nothing without me;
I gave you and your forefathers birth,
I set each thought and thing free.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  42.     

Meet the Moments (from 'Meet the Moments')

Meet the moments
That flow here on
Days that have nothing
Or everything
Soon those surge dreams
Are all gone
Only like a song
That in hearts will sing
Days that go
What did they ever give?
If there is nothing
Of its memories
Roads to our hard work
We once did live
Ways of destiny
Inner touches treasuries

Meet the sky
Full of its cloudy hope
Nothing is forever
In the way they drift
Life's a movement
Filled of its strop
And somewhere between
Is our own gift
Something to say
And move you ahead
Playing with everything
That you have got
The thoughts
In the phrases you read
Fillings with wants
Of what you have not

Meet every distance
In its holding’s way
Something will come
Of it one day bound
There in are colors
And the shades of gray
Anything of purpose
In pound by pound
Lets every reason
Have its giving approach
Nothing will stop it
From flowing right in
Give its aspiring
Get-up-and-go encroach
There is just one means
- lose not but win


(This lyric poem was originally written like this:
Meet the Moments

Meet the moments that flow here on
Days that have nothing or everything
Soon those surge dreams are all gone
Only like a song that in hearts will sing
Days that go what did they ever give?
If there is nothing of its memories
Roads to our hard work we once did live
Ways of destiny inner touch treasuries

Meet the sky full of its cloudy hope
Nothing is forever in the way they drift
Life's a movement filled of its strop
And somewhere between is our own gift
Something to say and move you ahead
Playing with everything that you have got
The thoughts in the phrases you read
Fillings with wants of what you have not

Meet every distance in its holding’s way
Something will come of it one day bound
There in are colors and the shades of gray
Anything of purpose in pound by pound
Lets every reason have its own approach
Nothing will stop it from flowing right in
Give its aspiring get-up-and-go encroach
There is just one means - lose not but win)
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  43.     

My Brain Is My Brain

My brain is my brain
With every idea new
Or using old ones again
To make it work easily too

Like a seed in deep soil
To bring up and through
Every wise notion embroil
That might someday be true

Giving weight to a thought
With its ease and its pain
Believes to it taught
Though some might be in vain...
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  44.     

The Beautiful Outdoors

The beautiful outdoors
All glowing from thru fire
The mountains and shores
Weaving their new desire
Over the dark shadows
That winter once gave
Their colors are now glows
With their flickering crave

Seasons of red rubies
From the bed of the roses
And green foliage gravities
In their abundant doses
Now summer is everywhere
In the pearly sky blue
Breeze here and there
With heady scent going thru

The wandering enjoyment
Of mountains fresh clean
In their state and commitment
Where wildness has been
The dewdrops of daybreak
From the haze of the night
In mornings flirts awake
With coming of summer light
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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