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Poems By Poet Peter S. Quinn  9/23/2014 1:23:53 PM
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Flickering Light

Flickering light - dream lights!
Reflections on the river of time
Blossoms of glow in the flights
Life of light in darkness lime

Man is in the middle stream
With his touch and coming day
Breezy whisper like a dream
As the waves on the river play

Life is like a song
Or a river flowing
Beating heart to long
Till its time of going
Tides of to and fro
In their billows calling
What do we really know?
As the time's falling

Flickering light - dream lights!
Soon the day is again rising
With lights of highest might’s
In its daybreak surprising

Every hour a new it seem
Flowing there steadfastly on
Breezy whisper like a dream
Till this day is likewise gone
 
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  134.     

Flowers in the Meadow

The Flowers in the Meadow
Like strawberries earth
Falling whispers soft glow
Every looking’s in worth
Dreams of loves new spring
Night is there no more
Now in tunes they'll sing
Openness sprits to adore

All the falling tune shading
To the night of a dream
In summer times up grading
Every coloring on a steam
Yesterday’s not enthralling
With each their efforts try
Because new time’s calling
Within open blue clouded sky

The flowers of my longings
Are in each these routes
Of new horizons awakenings
In the blooming breakouts
Every door is now opening
To wonderful garden of new
Tinctured up earth beckoning
Every color of its coming thru
 
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  135.     

Fly and Get High

Fly and get high
In everything you do
Love doesn’t ask why
Just if you are true

And feelings come
Day by day
Where the truth is from
In every way
And in every hour
Love is such
Like a morning flower
That colors its touch

Fly and get high
Into the deep of clouds
In efforts and try
Never have any doubts

Fly and get high
In everything you do
Love doesn’t ask why
Just if you are true

Fly and get high
Your love is at stake
Don’t let it all die
Let it come and awake

Let it come and make
New love!
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

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Follow the Sun

Your light is so flying
Onto a new fantasy
Your hands outstretch and trying
To follow the sun to be
A night worth its debating
To bring to a closer way
Every new footstep rating
To see clearance of new day

In hours of lives awaking
So much is still to come
As daylight to dark is breaking
To make a blue sky blossom
Still sun so deep in shining
From under oceans vast
To glow on horizon lining
With that last day has lost

Your hands wings in stretching
To take wing on and drift
And light of another day fetching
For ways of spirits uplift
Playfully to go thru and on
Finding the moment’s answer
Until that day is also gone
By mode of the spirit and dancer
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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