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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Gold Clouds
As the wind goes on to its own stream
In the gold clouds of tomorrow rising
Like a summer of flowers gold sunbeam
Those from a fantasy world are actualizing
With flow in the evening rays
As the wind goes on to its own stream
And everything is in its twilights dream
When glow of the evening plays
With every agleam that as arisen your mind
In the flickering clouds dancing high
When those moments of days are left behind
In the night falling beyond starry sky
And the night fills with dark allays
*(lyric from 1 of my trance songs)
Peter S. Quinn
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I Can't Dismiss Love
I can't dismiss love,
Neither can you;
It's all there above,
In the huge blue.
Stories untold,
Dusty their ways;
When they unfold,
Into the days.
Everything is sure,
Born to grow old;
Giving for more,
That you can't hold.
Love is born free,
Like a drifting cloud;
What comes to be,
So fluffy about.
Nothing is real,
That we don't know;
And what we feel,
Surely will grow.
I have a dream,
Just like you all;
It's like the stream,
In a river's fall.
I can't dismiss love,
Neither can you;
It's all there above,
In the huge blue.
Times maybe cold,
To touch the sun rays;
Or just too blindfold,
For the inner ablaze.
Everything is sure,
Born to grow old;
Giving for more,
That you can't hold.
What you may see,
Different in each crowd;
It all seems apparently,
Exiting and wowed.
Nothing is real,
That we don't know;
And what we feel,
Surely will grow.
Sun shining beam,
Golden and tall;
Every word seem,
Into autumn's call.
I can't dismiss love,
Neither can you;
It's all there above,
In the huge blue.
Peter S. Quinn
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I Will Catch a Cloud
I will catch a cloud up on the high there
In its murky fluffy and all going day
Around circling to places everywhere
They don't wait a minute on their long way
I'll wake up in the morning to find a new
And never stop trying to wonder too high
The clouds are always on time coming through
On to sky in dimming winter's lullaby
There is nothing like fresh air in cold stream
Going through the day and night on its weightless
With the rising to new day breaking beam
When the new in the morning you caress
Every going day is another carrying
Various hazy mists through the sky varying
Peter S. Quinn
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If You Give Someone Your Heart Truly
If you give someone your heart truly,
You give it for more than a day;
Of love there can never be
Enough, in any way
Remember it's always so,
Throughout your life and years;
You got to give love - to know,
If someone else also cares;
So give your heart that's tender,
With everything there is to be found;
And love shall not return it to sender,
- For love is to that heart bound.
Peter S. Quinn
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