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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Allt hverfur aftur
Dagur og nótt
í eilífðar eldi
áfram líður
uns vor er að kveldi
vikurnar koma
og mánuðir renna
tímarnir hljóðna
og minningar brenna
Fótatak þitt
hverfur í blikið
bergmál tímans
hljóðnar í hikið
allt sem var hér
hvert stigið skref
verður að lokum
aðeins undiröldu stef
Þú og ég bæði
sem gáfum vort vor
endum í garði
við gengin spor
lífsdagsins þróttur
sem ófarin slóð
allt hverfur aftur
í gleymskunnar móð
Peter S. Quinn
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438.
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Allt Milli Vina
á milli okkar
vonin sem gefur
tekur og fer
allt milli vina
sem sameinast stundum
og brjóstið upp vekja
tálin sem lokkar
ástin sem sefur
hvað sem ég er
allt milli vina
í nýjum endurfundum
sem vonirnar hrekja
á milli okkar
regnbogann hefur
sálin í mér
vonin sem gefur
tálin sem lokkar
allt sem er okkar
fyrnist ei aftur
né í burtu fer
skýin sem rjúfa
grámótaðan dag
koma þá aftur
voninni í lag
Peter S. Quinn
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439.
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Allusive River
Allusive river,
Life's colors and fate;
The illusion giver,
Both turning or strait.
What has a meaning,
Which is in your mind?
We must be dreaming,
Searching on to find.
For what never is,
Nor ever shall be;
It's only our mere wish,
Things we can not see.
Allusive river,
Running slow or fast;
Wishful things deliver,
Nothing's going to last.
We can not know,
Outcome of a dream;
What will be tomorrow,
Is just what it seem.
Peter S. Quinn
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440.
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Along The Passion Way (From, Rock Star)
Everybody is going somewhere,
With each night and day;
Futures are here and there,
Along the passion way.
Hearts are looking dangerous,
With their wings and fire;
Thoughts so often feverous,
In their searching desire.
Love will walk through alleys,
And twisted dreams in cities;
With all its many dillydallies,
And heat of the nights kitties.
Dreams must flicker and burn,
In ways of the pretty moonlight;
There is no way to return,
When love catches the ways of night.
Everybody searches the streets,
Trying with a plan to start;
Fragile and heavy bittersweets,
Messages to understand the heart.
With simple ways for a survival,
Though nothing can be controlled;
Planing schemes for each rival,
Tonight in the city shall unfold.
Every heart is going somewhere,
With each night and day;
Futures are here and there,
Along the passion way.
Hearts are looking dangerous,
With their wings and fire;
Thoughts so often feverous,
In their searching desire.
Peter S. Quinn
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