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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Its So Easy to Only Take
Its so easy to only take
Without any understanding
Nothing to follow or make
Only our views landing
The rules to break them up
Feeling the dog-gone easy
See something as a flop
Concerned about it or squishy
See only faults and falter
The results of rules about
How things you should alter
When those rules are in doubt
Making a one sighted view
With every structure asunder
Mending the one sighted too
In all the view of its blunder
Understanding to advance
How the inside shall look
As life in ways will dance
When they're joined in hook
With every aspect of harmony
Pleasant things there around
What comes to give its melody
When right thoughts are found
Peter S. Quinn
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It's a Beautiful Time
It's a beautiful time
Winter in its dark
And coldness flow rime
In its silvery spark
When the stars shine on high
In their nocturnal dream
And the northern light sky
With its green glowing gleam
It΄s a wonderful day
This cold that's outside
In frost sparking play
On the wintry coil ride
Through the hours of morning
When daybreak comes in
And shadows are turning
In their endlessly spin
It΄s a beautiful eve
When darkness is near
In gold sky retrieve
Endless colors appear
When eve comes to night
Once again to renew
In the moon bluishness light
That shines cloudlets thru
Peter S. Quinn
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It's Easy to Misinterpret (A Lyric)
It's easy to misinterpret
When finding different ways,
For life is all of love and hate
And with our feelings plays.
You found a way with words like I,
Yes that's what it's all about,
Continue to let your emotion fly
And you won't be in doubt.
We can all change the world,
Each with our hope and dream,
Just like the wind that's hurled
The ripples in a river stream.
You found a way with love like I,
Nothing more is to be done;
Just don't let your feelings die,
If you want your dream carried on.
It's easy to misinterpret,
Never be wholly satisfied;
But nothing in our life will wait,
Dreams can be disqualified.
We can all change the world,
Each with our hope and dream,
Just like the wind that's hurled
The ripples in a river stream.
Peter S. Quinn
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It's Impossible (from, Even Though There Are No Reasons)
It's impossible
To live and let die
You are responsible
For the blueness of the sky
Each day is like a love song
With dreams going by
We must just get along
Without asking questions why
There's so much going on
From days of fresh air
But this could soon be gone
With dark clouds everywhere
The days of tomorrow
Is in our own destiny
Don't let it be in sorrow
For our own stupidity
It's not impossible
To give the world its peace
We are so much in trouble
With green fields and trees
Leaves are withering
From the poisons of earth
All this unbalance slithering
Arent the pennies worth
It's impossible
To live and let die
It's impossible
To ask not questions why
Life is just going away
Into the dark and deep
Meeting its destiny day by day
Hours for us to weep
Peter S. Quinn
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