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All That's In Green

All that's in green
And between
Now yellow ways
That I have seen

Leaves of brown
In the town
And streets of gray
In winter's gown

Full of dappled dreams
And gloomy beams
Of its dark mood
In nocturnal seams

Echoing in the city
All its glisten tidy
Of the rimes intrude
Glowing so witty

Hard in its shell
And whitish soft spell
Of little silvery star
Mirroring well

Now is time for gold
Light of twinkling hold
For the times are
Gifts from paper unfold
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  558.     

All The Clocks Go On and On (From, Illuminating Night)

All the clocks go on and on,
With the time's withering bloom;
White pedals in clearings done,
Nothing to predict or assume.

Silence of nightfall will come,
In clearings of stars collide;
Who knows where time's from,
And what past hours applied.

All is in the numbers to fall,
Enormous forever eternity;
The clearings in time will call,
When past settles down to be.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  559.     

All The Days Get Lost (From, Lost Song Poems)

All the days get lost
For the hours don't stay,
Soon as they get acrost
The light path astray;
When the night returns
With moods of its own,
In colors alterns
We are all so alone.

All the days were sun
With feelings of their own,
Each drift in attention
In faces not shown;
When death came to light
To bring it all down,
We all must then fight
To bring back life's crown.

All the days that are gone
From the hours we have,
Some of them are anon
But never a caff;
If the fire will burn
That reflects what's blown,
Peace must not adjourn
We are all so alone.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  560.     

All The Dreams Faraway (from, Poet on WWW)

All the dreams faraway,
They are always with me;
Like new morning day,
That comes just to be.
My heart is inside close,
With feelings some blue;
It stings like a torn rose,
When love turns untrue.

The night is coming clear,
Giving its shadows fall;
Oh close is now and near,
A day in the dark's call.
Where lies my road now,
With all the dreams to be;
Thoughts are still aglow,
For my envisions to see.

My wings shall fly soon,
Into the darkest dust;
In this life's afternoon,
I once gave all my trust.
Oh fly my peace to thee,
Spring has given and fall;
If this must be then be,
I'll take the peaceful call.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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