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  45.     

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
   
 

   
   
 

  46.     

Sonnet, Butterflies - A Love Song (from my poetry site at The Starlite Cafe)

Butterflies, oh sweet little butterflies,
Soft is you freedom - like the velvet clouds;
Drifting through the air right before my eyes,
And then hiding, where the horizon enshrouds.
Your dusky wings like love into the night,
With the moon reflective - like bluish gold;
I sighted, in the last of summer flight,
Though none your blooming dreams I could behold.
Each soft flight, is like a love song - tenderly,
When swiftly through the flower buds you go;
Like in every fairy tale you fly free,
Away spreading wings into sunshine glow.
I'll wait for next year to have dreams with you,
Till then, my love songs flit into the blue.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  47.     

You and I (a lyrical poem)

You and I in spring first
Green rising high to new
Flowing in gradation burst
Strength rechargeable thru
Each our while is beautiful
Bringing enjoyment to days
Gone are the moment’s dull
Those were in winter haze

You and I close to touch
Everything comes now easily
With the breeze inasmuch
As freshness comes breezily
Its ‘love me or love me not’
Till petals have been plucked
There is rarely aforethought
If feelings are misinstruct

You and I thru the breeze
Each day and in dusky black
So close beneath the trees
Cause spring is on the almanac
Bringing near to closer still
As life nurtures our foliages
Field flowers and on the hill
Air and rain acknowledges
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  48.     

#1 (from,100 Love Songs)

Love so sweet of summer gone to yesterday,
The passion of air in the deep fragrance;
Sorrow and rage not there to give or say,
Only the true heart that forever abundance!
Quickly over each the tender fires are,
Pointed the way to the love in your soul;
Daybreak in the morning or some cloud afar,
All which is love you can't reach or have control.
Because the day again goes to dark night,
And everything gives something that's of worth;
Declare itself through thorns and heart full of insight,
Slashing around its love from seed to birth.
Conquer each truth from the feelings that hide,
The routs and the maps come through the inside.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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