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  1241.     

Calling for Heroes (From, Rock Star)

Someone will give you a reason to fall,
Every time you try to wake up;
It's your destiny and driving call,
That no one but you alone can stop.
The reasons are calling from within,
There is noting that is there a fact;
You are both the prayer and the sin,
Leaving each of your driving intact.

Nothing will keep its day in steel,
While the night comes slowly in;
You are just what you inside most feel,
To each shadow a stranger or a kin.
What you do will be kept or be gone,
For like the flowers of time are we;
Bringing seeds to the earth to go on,
Like a song of refrain and continuity.

We'll swim though deep sea or nothing,
Like dolphins in the ocean of age;
Time's centuries like roads evolving,
Carrying every importance and wage.
Every reason is to dive with and play,
Waving billows are calling for heroes;
Like the fishes of night and the day,
Who knows if the breeze settles or blows.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  1242.     

Calling Out To You

(“I shall write my sonnets
from the real world
just like my poems”) .

They are not me,
They are them self's;
Calling out to you,
Asking you,
Write us down
Who ever you are,
We are many here
Still unwritten.

With sounds of nature,
Where it started all from;
With sounds from the streets,
That's now our future.
Oh come oh come,
You born and unborn;
Write us down,
We are here
For all you senses.

The creatures
Of puzzling words,
That the wind created;
In the beginning,
When the trees
Grew up from its roots.

We are here,
For all you senses;
Come write us down,
Let the words speak of colors
With shades.
All unborn,
Speaking tongues of senses;
With scenarios from each mind,
That feels the urge
To write us someday
Down.

Every hour is a flower less song,
If it has no singing of words.
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  1243.     

Calm in the Dim Night

Trees are for my heart
In the heat of wind
Undo thoughts of a past
Feelings from the inside in
What you were you are
Coming tonight thoughts
Bells of a singing tone
Calm in the dim night

The yesteryears now gone
Filling my sense with a mood
Carrying silent path
Toward my forest mind root
Flowering wreath hills
Singing their lost songs
On to the dawn now awaking
Lights of the fires of yearn

The hills will go side by side
In to unknown conduit
Winter brings glistening pictures
Never returning home
Tresses are for my love
And the nights to come like days
Humming their baffled airs
In to this ice-covered trail
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  1244.     

Can’t Fall Asleep (a reggae lyric)

Can’t fall asleep
On to the forgotten place
Can’t fall asleep
Because there are too many ways
To turn everything on
That it still won't be over and done
Only time will tell
Nothing completely all of a sudden gone
With its lost dispel

Can’t fall apart
With every other way
We will know where to start
In time how it'll play
Though so much is still going
Leaving much too soon
Without we now about it knowing
Halfway to the moon

Spin spin to the gray dust
Spinning wheel of time
For everything must turn to rust
Soon after its prime
Yesterday comes just to go
Filling in the empty ways
You will be until you know
How it gives and how it pays

Can’t fall asleep
On to the forgotten place
Can’t fall asleep
Because there are too many ways
To turn everything on
That it still won't be over and done
Only time will tell
Nothing completely all of a sudden gone
With its lost spell

What it is that makes us feel?
Turn our way to see clear
So much on shoulders to be real
This becomes another year
For everything must turn to rust
Spinning wheel of time
You have means to give and trust
Two ways of each dime

Tomorrow might never come
Everything is of misty air
Where it goes or comes from
Is sometimes all too unclear
We will know where to start
If we follow and obey
It’s the beat of our own heart
If we listen to its solid play

Can’t fall asleep
On to the forgotten place
Can’t fall asleep
Because there are too many ways
To turn everything on
That it still won't be over and done
Only time will tell
Nothing completely all of a sudden gone
In its lost carrousel
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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