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  157.     

Love Is There (from, Without A Doubt)

New days feeling so fine
Coming through to know
Like beginning sunshine
In the grass to glow

The boundaries there between
To every two and two
Something that can't be seen
Except when love's there too

Just the beginning of fresh spring
The early sets coming on
When a latest bird will sing
For a tree in the sun

Love is there to sacrifice
Glowing shining bright
Every error and their tries
Coming to the fire light
When the night is gone away
And the morning's glowing
Before a young summer’s day
In the battles growing

So much of each understanding
What it is and what it is not
New daydreams are landing
To the ones you already got

Flow flow to their direction
Give to reverie΄s start
The old and gone deception
Has bygone from your heart
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  158.     

Made of Stars

We are all made of stars
That will never die
We are all made of stars
From the low to high
Reaching to every out of way space
Full of moments that come and play
Every heart beat in its own place
Through the night and coming day

We are all with a heart
And like flowers we grow
Each and everyone with need
For their dreams to on glow
Right and wrong through hours
Passes on till it’s gone
Born like seeds to be flowers
Every way that is here done

We are all made of stars
With their eagerness to try
We are all made of stars
And through times we fly
Trying all to make our difference
In a world that can give us all
If we will have that real chance
When fresh dreams of ours call

We are all the same to love
Making time for days of joy
Drifting like the clouds above
Nothing can our hope destroy
Indifference we sometimes are
Though we didn't mean to hurt
For we are like a glisten star
Twinkling on in our convert

We are all made of stars
That will never die
We are all made of stars
From the low to high
Reaching to every out of way space
Full of moments that come and play
Every heart beat in its own place
Through the night and coming day
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  159.     

Meet the Moments (from 'Meet the Moments')

Meet the moments
That flow here on
Days that have nothing
Or everything
Soon those surge dreams
Are all gone
Only like a song
That in hearts will sing
Days that go
What did they ever give?
If there is nothing
Of its memories
Roads to our hard work
We once did live
Ways of destiny
Inner touches treasuries

Meet the sky
Full of its cloudy hope
Nothing is forever
In the way they drift
Life's a movement
Filled of its strop
And somewhere between
Is our own gift
Something to say
And move you ahead
Playing with everything
That you have got
The thoughts
In the phrases you read
Fillings with wants
Of what you have not

Meet every distance
In its holding’s way
Something will come
Of it one day bound
There in are colors
And the shades of gray
Anything of purpose
In pound by pound
Lets every reason
Have its giving approach
Nothing will stop it
From flowing right in
Give its aspiring
Get-up-and-go encroach
There is just one means
- lose not but win


(This lyric poem was originally written like this:
Meet the Moments

Meet the moments that flow here on
Days that have nothing or everything
Soon those surge dreams are all gone
Only like a song that in hearts will sing
Days that go what did they ever give?
If there is nothing of its memories
Roads to our hard work we once did live
Ways of destiny inner touch treasuries

Meet the sky full of its cloudy hope
Nothing is forever in the way they drift
Life's a movement filled of its strop
And somewhere between is our own gift
Something to say and move you ahead
Playing with everything that you have got
The thoughts in the phrases you read
Fillings with wants of what you have not

Meet every distance in its holding’s way
Something will come of it one day bound
There in are colors and the shades of gray
Anything of purpose in pound by pound
Lets every reason have its own approach
Nothing will stop it from flowing right in
Give its aspiring get-up-and-go encroach
There is just one means - lose not but win)
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 

   
   
 

  160.     

Moonlight Serenade

Let there be a moonlight serenade
When I close I my eyes
The day is getting way too late
Reflecting shadows surprise
Calm in winter's glistening snow
Nocturnal dreams not faraway
Like the picture that still glow
From the setting sun done day
Let it come the sleepy night
Show the stars so far away
Into the serenade moonlight
In bluish shadows and gray
Wandering my dreams they are
From the moments of the dark
Glistening thoughts - in mind a star
Each then gone into the spark
When I close my eyes
Moonlight serenade will harmonies
Stars above in darker skies
With their Hellos and Goodbyes
 
Peter S. Quinn
   
 
 
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