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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Cast In the Instills Of Time
Bring me some flowers from rain
Those were wasted to the earth
Everything comes within pain
If it has been tried out in worth
Cast in the instills of time
Displaying the reviewing of gales
Coming to growth in its prime
Everything within instance sails
Morning is stirring the blossoms
With every steam and new leaf
Withering roots knots of its sums
Through every hour so brief
The time is a center of motion
That silted below the grass
The stream of the tangling potion
A mirror of time's shattered glass
Pushing the framework of living
Clawing the dreams going by
So much to the framework giving
Just like those thoughts that fly
The silhouettes are in the sun
With pink flowers red from the nape
As the colors wither and run
To make their red brown yellow strap
Daydreaming waiting the shadows
With every curves of backwards still
Morning comes dark in its glows
In every instances and thrill
Like razors edges of the horizon
Outlining the blood red enigmas fire
And moving its pace steady on
To give us new autumn's desire
Yesterday's curvier backwards clutching
Into the deprecate of tides waste
Everything with dark woe touching
From its coming new season's own taste
Enters the lagging of forest's row
And filling the moments with stillness
Now in its memories timeless flow
Where steps become withering chillness
Corridor of the tide's flowing chart
Changing its mood in its observing
Flowing eternally on in the depart
With every withering leaf curving
Peter S. Quinn
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Cast Your Fate into the Wind
Hey there where have you been?
I have been wandering away
So much of the ocean Ive seen
From the dawn of new day
Every rock and the billows high
Have been my stepping stone
Like green gray blue open sky
When I was flying alone
Refrain
Cast your fate into the wind
Every hour is behind
Colors burning their chagrined
Prisms joys you'll find
Never ending songs of nature
In times that are gone ahead
Feelings joy befalling rupture
Everything shades have bled
Days of dark and few songs
They come here in mystery
In a timelessness to long
Each with a different armory
Falling grace shadows deep
Flowing through the hours
Nothing in remains to keep
As their minutes towers
Different ways of busy lives
Secret place old ages
With their burning on drives
Going thru life pages
Refrain
Cast your fate into the wind
Every hour is behind
Colors burning their caricind
Prisms joys you'll find
Never ending songs of nature
In times that are gone ahead
Feelings joy befalling rupture
Everything shades have bled
Your dreams are days forever
eternal flames of this life
Fires that burn down never
Thru the oceans of their rife
Coming times of now and then
In all the ways that on turn
When your sky will meet again
As the colors of daybreaks burn
Peter S. Quinn
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Castles in The Clouds (From, Rock Star)
Sail on to castles in the clouds,
Dreams faraway into the night;
On lonesome days without the crowd,
My faith will take its flight.
What is out there,
For me to care,
What is out there, what is out there,
Around everywhere?
What is inside,
Where my heart ticks,
What is inside, what is inside,
From here to there?
I'll know you more in dreams I'll find,
When we both share thoughts along;
And leave no faith together entwined,
Of what it is we both want strong.
What is out there,
For me to care,
What is out there, what is out there,
Around everywhere?
What is inside,
Where my heart ticks,
What is inside, what is inside,
From here to there.
I'll know you more of that I'm sure,
I feel your thoughts inside my strays;
Dreams within the dreams of adjure,
Song of heart that comes and stays.
Peter S. Quinn
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Catch the Wave
Catch the wave
In a different picture
Every time
Oceans to carve
Without a stricture
In its slime
Passing and going
Tidings play
Onward to purview
To and fro flowing
Never to stay
Always renew
Whats in the deep
Cleared in a leap
Peter S. Quinn
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