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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Fresh grass haiku
fresh grass aroma
and spider webs all over
remind me its spring
Peter S. Quinn
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I Love You So Dearly
I love you so dearly,
For you are life,
In my seasons yearly,
As freshness arrive.
I love you so much,
My moments you fulfil,
The soil that I touch,
Everything until
The day that I die;
And become of you,
Like clouds in the sky,
I'll become you too,
I love you so dearly.
Mother oh mother,
Love me as clearly.
Brother oh brother,
For we are the same
Of nature and all;
Bright burning flame,
Till seasonal fall.
Peter S. Quinn
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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 holdings 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 holdings 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
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Poem of Originality
Now times are still to share
Like a nest is full of life
Each road that leads to here
In fate and a little strife
In a wide and open road
That goes to your own way
The pleasure lives and load
Your moment's that won't stay
Our heart before what's done
Of love and stories liked
Each morning that has shone
And into the causes diked
Given of its seeds and taste
Garland that we have found
And never be given to waste
Till each were safe and sound
Times with nestlings young
Those yet have wings to grow
For the futures they do long
And of them here now show
Each line we will offer here
Into this never ending vast
And with the likes to share
To be together in here at last
(*Peter, is now enjoying taking photographs, having it easy and traveling
; [now, in a high altitude
])
Peter S. Quinn
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