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~*~ Haiku
tomorrow love songs
is the space between the words
~ unwritten today
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*I have written many songs like these, later I will reveal myself to the earth's heart. I have nearly only shown you here my rhyme poetry and songs but that is only the top of the iceberg.
Peter S. Quinn
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from rivers of time
falls never ending
each thought and action bending
- each of life's blending
from rivers of time
through wonders of daily mime
- each our thought will climb
Peter S. Quinn
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and 1/2
Mister darkness has come
With his cold hand
Silhouette cuttings
And flowers of depression
Ive a winter rose in my pocket
and many are longing for its real smell
I found it in a garden of dim flowers
That the images of the past gave
I have here within
A moment with a smile
I want to make
Into something with my small hands
Because life is easier
If you know more than you are guessing
With everything that is inside
And still needs to become true
Like I am this for everything
And quite soon not as it would be more remembered
For each this step I gave is a way to be looked at
Of who first finds the smell
(a summer is leavening inside a garden
of midnight bleaching flowers
pulling away every cherry dream therein
that passed through the hours)
(Inspiration: XXIX, from W [ViVa] by E. E. Cummings)
Peter S. Quinn
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2 All Seasonal Haiku
the hardest poem
is one word on everything
- never accomplished
but if it were done
behold only the word I
for each and every
Peter S. Quinn
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