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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Because You Are (from Album, Like Love is True)
Because you are to me everything
I am here still to give
Because you to my heart still sing
I'll reach my goal and live
Every promise shall become someday
Full of sunshine in the sky
Clear the mists of yesteryears away
Reaching wonders that are high
Give me something for a moment's while
Love that is near and much like this
Filling my thoughts with its versatile
A smiling face and the truest kiss
Because you are to me everything
Like moon and the stars where they play
The pearls on heaven's nightly string
That twinkles in sights so faraway
Every promise shall become someday
Full of sunshine in the sky
Clear the mists of yesteryears away
Reaching wonders wherever they lie
Peter S. Quinn
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Beginning of New Spring
Beginning of new spring
Is a chant sweet of everything
Of the green in glowing gold
When earth summers unfold
Every stream river's play
In a fresh waves that wont stay
When tomorrow shall bring
Fresh scent of early spring
Every hour of love
With the cloudlets far above
When the haze is sifting high
Thru the morning of dawns sky
Ready to the days awake
From the cold and yearnings ache
As its mood grows in a trance
Full with breezes and fragrance
March closure to new April
When green becomes the hill
Every hour of longings true
Pleasures moments going thru
As the day in night glows
And the blossoms all grows
Filling pleasures moments high
On the earth and blue sky
Peter S. Quinn
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Behind Is Everywhere (from, Spring Come Come)
Day and night is flowing
Inside here with me
Through the times locked going
Behind is everywhere
There is what I needed
Making it to the shadows
Everything - you read it
Before, from your eye goes
Lost there on the highway
With so many songbirds
Passing on life wandering ways
On to some old roads dirt
You have given everything
With the singings thats behind
Nothing more through air to bring
What of is left in absent mind
Yesterdays were always
Full of its city starlight falls
Frilling up dirty ashtrays
Against some figured walls
Road is left for nothing
Circling around this freeway
Time to ages is bluffing
To the traveling homeward lay
Peter S. Quinn
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Believe in the Days Ahead (from Album, Like Love is True)
Believe in the days ahead
Filling the moments gone
The argues of everything's dead
Feelings locked down and done
Keep every new day to sing
Filling hearts with better outlook
Settling down to something
What the winter away took
Let's climb up a higher hill
Finding the cloths of the green
Moments of futures to fulfill
And everything there between
Summersets are yet to come
Numberless hours to find and fill
Where everything blossoming is from
Making each morning a thrill
Give every new step's walk
Into the unknown spring thrust
There are lots and lots of talk
How to behave and adjust
Let's not get into little details
Just let it all happening again
There are finding at each trails
Clearing the lost ounces regimen
Take another step to tomorrow
Bring each ones loneliness down
Nowhere around is now sorrow
Only the happiness in town
Move above ribbons of rain
Feel the new closeness to spring
Take away the dark numb pain
Talk to the morning and sing
Each day is coming in its glory
Finding the beauty that's coming
Much is in earth's seedlings story
Raising the saplings and summing
What once was here is all undone
Nowhere around its coldness strands
Now is the time of golden twine sun
Joining together people in hands
Let's not now think of an empty room
With darkness bed of snow
With every bottomless winter's gloom
Coming in cold and dim glow
Every dark night in bluish moon
With some of its deep mystery
Are moment's months ahead of June
Love songs to come so passionately
Prurience plays go sometimes rough
Deep from the heart where it's taught
Ways of some are in its own bluff
Making no guarantee of what it ought
Something of new could again teach
Filling new thoughts of sure what's true
Harder to master even to reach
All is in the distances of me and you
Believe when I say you must now sing
Start just over to want so much
Everything to offer is in its new traveling
Reach in darkness that's now out of touch
You have the strings to match wholly
Letting old stories from you leave
You can let it come or pass solely
End of days stories into its weave
Everything is coming into rose's bed
Feelings of sorrow has now all left
Just days tomorrow and days ahead
Bring into the past all darkness bereft
Feelings so easy of something now new
Filling the dust of time and the old
Instead of newly tunes going through
As days into clean fragrances unfold
Peter S. Quinn
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