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Best Poems From
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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Let the River Flow and Flow - A Song
Let the river flow and flow
As the time balances on
Let a heart know and know
Before love from its dried gone
Any directions will do
Finding each cardinal point
You are the river to see through
Coming to water - the joint
Let the wind blow and blow
Into the clouds nearby
As they move and go and go
Into the bluest of the sky
Love is an attraction to find
Where every river goes through
Some it shall be combined
With what's in me and you
Let gravel be earth and earth
In to the forest of sunshine
Theres a reason for each birth
Why it has a central point line
Love is a magnetism to find
Nothing can do it to be true
Each of its ways is designed
To come to be and to renew
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet 183, Trees of My Feelings
Trees of my feelings are poems by me,
I can't as God, make a fruit bearing tree;
I hold in memories, moments I feel,
Sometimes in poems, they are all so real.
Trees in a forest are greenest of growth,
Mine are just thoughts, I equally love both;
Where seasons are extreme like where I'm from,
Trees show me when a summer is in bloom.
When leaves fade away and fall from its branch,
I know as you, it is summer's last chance;
The mountains and forests, fortress of earth,
Brace of our life and cradle of our birth.
Roots of a tree are like roots of our own:
Some are young in soil, others old and grown.
Peter S. Quinn
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Summer Moods (A Lyric)
Daytimes and rain drops
All time through
Something that never stops
Coming to you
Sweet air and water ways
Fragrances of air
Summer moods these days
Are so close and near
Every occasion is going
Somewhere like everything
Like the wind is blowing
In the leaves to sing
Never stopping for an hour
Or giving longings to fill
Morning wakes a flower
In its peaceful still
Night times and dream plays
Playing with sleep
Colorful fantasy ways
All yours always to keep
Everything is flowing on
With somewhere still to go
Nothing is forever done
Walking by fast and slow
Every occasion is going
Somewhere like everything
Like the wind is blowing
In the leaves to sing
Circling around in motion
Summer freshness air
To the shore and ocean
The distances are everywhere
Peter S. Quinn
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