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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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We Will Dance All Day
We will dance all day
In dances styles
And give night its way
In closeness worth whiles
A kiss on the lips
A smile to the heart
Swinging those hips
When together we start
A tango we shall dance
And a rumba well feel
Give each other chance
In steadfast reel
Caressing the eyes
And the irises true
The flames inside skies
Of me and of you
We will dance to evening
And follow it close
Some love to it bring
In a bouquet or a rose
And when love rises
Theres no returning back
Itll have its own surprises
That perhaps now lack
Peter S. Quinn
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Where Is the Rainbow's End (From, Shorter Poems
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Where is the rainbow's end?
Tell me where is it found?
My thoughts are now blend
And mingled, in spellbound.
I can't understand the illusion
That flies here along,
Like a bird of confusion
In an entirely new kind of song.
Where is the heart that feels?
With new caprice around?
Is it a thought, is it for real
Something different, astound.
Peter S. Quinn
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Wishes or Hopeless (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead Sheets with Poems)
Wishes or hopeless
Broken down or growing,
They may have abruptness
Without you knowing;
All is made from this
What you come to know,
Like a daydream bliss
Or a moment glow.
Wishes or hopeless
They are here today,
Always new and fresh
When they go or stay;
With nothing too much
Only dreams to go by,
With every life's clutch
That catch them in a fly.
Wishes or hopeless
Like those gone before,
For some get jadedness
To never be for more;
Let the dreams come true
If you have the ways,
Something might continue
Have a valued cachets.
Peter S. Quinn
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Yesterdays Rustic Thorns (from Album, Like Love is True)
Just like a new day is born
Filling the hours in abide
Yesterdays rustic thorns
Leaves by the passing side
Fragrance from old in to new
Remorse of the thinking on
The day of age going through
Everything of beauty now gone
Life to be easy from frozen
Tangling woods inside a mind
Some too long and be chosen
When they each other can find
Form every separate way done
Clouds of the many yesterdays
Kissing the bleaching moon
Many of the ordinary ways
From all yesteryears hewn
Searching to find what's lost
Threads of hoary frozen tears
Feelings into silence tossed
Memories ladders to the years
Life to be easy from frozen
Tangling woods inside a mind
Some too long and be chosen
When they each other can find
From each nerve that away steers
Fires of the many feelings
That gives every true glowing
Silver threads nerves stealing
From the hours of the going
To transmit the beauty of days
Dreams of splendor into sun
The lot unclouded in its blue ways
That from new morning has begun
Life to be easy from frozen
Tangling woods inside a mind
Some too long and be chosen
When they each other can find
And the abandoned snow's on run
Peter S. Quinn
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