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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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1249.
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Básilfrađi Máni
blásilfrađi máni
sem um himininn ferđ
og fjarlćgist
dagsins brún
ert saklaus sem lífiđ
sem sofandi ţú sérđ
er svartnćttis nóttin
breiđist yfir tún
ó glit ţín eru
sem gylltar óskir
á göngu sinni
um óráđna drauminn
ţín kringlótta ásýnd
er aldrei kyrr
sem kenni leiti
sem fer um himininn
Peter S. Quinn
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1250.
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Be
Be in love a little while
All is coming easy
Bring in hope with little style
Moments are quite breezy
Frequent love to remember
Closely beyond the reaching
Autumn song from September
Little by little bleaching
Bring in nothing but flowers
Rooted from the inside
Morning may come in showers
Every thought to hide
Understand what and why
If your love is not accepted
You at least gave it your try
Perhaps not your fault
To be rejected
Peter S. Quinn
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1251.
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Be Happy and Dance (From, Occasional Songs)
Be happy and dance,
For the songs're coming;
Make a life - take a chance,
All the future is blooming.
Let the sunshine there be,
On the sky that's quite blue;
There is much prosperity,
In things that we can do.
I've gone the lonely road,
Many years before;
Carried on with my load,
Through the times and war.
Standing I'm though still,
Trying as much as I can;
All my wishes to fulfill,
What I may in draft and plan.
Be happy and advance,
To the future of the ways;
Life is fulfillments enhance,
Never the same to amaze.
Standing here I'll be brave,
For every moment's try;
For man's self is concave,
Reaching goal with birds eye.
Peter S. Quinn
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1252.
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Be Here To Love Me - Just a Little Song
Be here to love me
And give me my turn
I only want to be free
To love and to yearn
Out there being lonely
Somewhere to go on
Wishes for dreams only
Until the days are gone
Be here to give ‘em too
Dreams that never come
Inside here to renew
Where feelings are from
Roots of their daytrip’s
Of an on going reasons
To get with today's grip
In each kind of seasons
Be not for too long
To understand wishes
There’ll be a new song
Ruins of rustic kisses
No time to be too slow
Whiles are almost done
Setting the moods on low
To carry the darkness on
To carry the darkness on…
Peter S. Quinn
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