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Poems By Poet Peter S. Quinn  2/26/2015 10:02:00 PM
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Clouded Sunshine Colors

Clouded sunshine colors
All their way around
Lost is lost it hollers
To again be found
Beautiful passing’s drifting
On to life ongoing motion
And my sprit uplifting
Like soft embellish potion

Sweetness of its high
Through mornings filling
In twilights goodbye
When the bright is willing
Its onward lightness
As it comes here thru
In the day’s up brightness
For each color true

Bringing on the sunshine
And giving time to see
Each perfect shaded line
That glimmer to the free
Mirror deep weaving
Thru the watery deeps
In its serene conceiving
That in clearance leaps
Peter S. Quinn



Clouds Are Full Of Teardrops

Clouds are full of teardrops,
Like mountains are full of ice tops;
Each moment dwells shortly,
Though it stays longer inside of me.

Yesterday is of memory,
That flies away and becomes free;
Drifting by, one by one,
All my days of youth and fun.

I'll one day return to earth,
And my creator who gave me birth;
Until then I'll carry my life on,
In the words I have, and song.

Clouds are full of teardrops,
What we sow will be our crops;
Everything what we are worth,
All our hope and all our mirth.

Streets we'll walk are futures still,
We can't see clearly over the hill;
What we have done right or wrong,
We shall carry with us along.
Peter S. Quinn



Clouds Big and Small

Faraway above
Clouds always drifting
Fluffy much full of
In their air lifting

Singing a breezy go
To their circling
So much in easy go
Till they are raining

Clouds big and small
Hazy bluish shade
Some are low others tall
All by nature made

Smooth and all unreal
In their wintry breeze
Cold above feel
Nearly on to a freeze

Faraway in bright
In sunshine glowing
Or reddish at night
When they are going

Like nocturnal dreams
In twinkling blue
From moonlight beams
That dreams sends to
Peter S. Quinn



Cock-Crow of Sky Clouds

Somebody is waiting inside this way
Feeling some trouble and being alone
Coming to first light and giving its gray
Always on itinerant like stepping stone
Lost in the woods of hopes and new tries
With nothing to give of or from it take
Opening wounds of bottomless skies
Each in its morning that must again wake

Standing on askance and losing the road
Into the chaos of times already gone
All is its holdings and each heavy load
Something of need that shouldn’t be done
Knocking on fate wherever it comes
Cock-crow of sky clouds drifting along
Somewhere like a clock in blankness hums
Every of is tick ticking going on song

Anything of need should come in to time
Filling sideways of untaken old thought
Where is its low lay and each its prime
Of opportunities in needs getting caught
Black daybreaks beauty filling that sky
Across an open paddock of deep and dark
Where every span is with its own try
With its today and the night in new spark
Peter S. Quinn
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