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1997.
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Flowers in the Background
Flowers in the background
Old times in gray and white
Life songs turning around
In their all and different light
Deems of melodies slow
The timbres in hours mood
As they turn on and then go
In taste of its beauties fruit
You were singing of yesterday
Once close to days here
Through windows coming play
In memories from everywhere
You gave your song to me
In dreams of your pleasures
Something that flowed on free
And now the time treasures
With sunglasses in tomorrow
Ahead of todays now song
Each beat in simplicity borrow
To move on and get along
I saw you in my lyric book
And I heard your voice humming
Like corners in life streets look
Of sideways blooms blossoming
Flowers in the background
Old times in gray and white
Life songs turning around
In their all and different light
Deems of melodies slow
The timbres in hours mood
As they turn on and then go
In taste of its beauties fruit
*To this picture: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/3969850923/
Peter S. Quinn
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1998.
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Flowers in Their Sun
Flowers in their sun
Are now for long away
For summer is on run
From winters cold day
You and I in longing
Of our dreams going by
Step by step pronging
Where future roads lie
The day is now in deep
In moods and heart beat
Of frosty layers leap
And empty Crowd Street
Times that were green
Are now only memory
By warm view between
Their never ending sea
Flowers and their seed
That gave pleasures on
Are now in snowy read
With the lot that's gone
Bouquets withering shine
We must wait New Year
To see those seeds grow fine
And have the colors near
Peter S. Quinn
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1999.
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Flowers like These
Gone and gone into the night
Stars that were never to shine
Flowers of colors bright
Something so precious and fine
All that was ours to take
Time had just made into the dust
Nothing of pleasures to wake
So much from earth was lost
Rain keeps on falling to nowhere
Everything comes just to this
Future of times now beware
Sharing is eternity bliss
Roads maybe finding new days
But the hours will never be long
There are so many battling ways
Nothing comes forever along
You and I we had our share
Something though drove it apart
Now it is all gone long from here
Broken up the beating heart
Dont take for granted what you use
For it's just yours awhile
Someday some others will choose
Flowers like these - so fragile
Peter S. Quinn
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2000.
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Flowers of Forgetfulness
Flowers of forgetfulness
Into its giving own time
Blackish thoughts so less
Never to blossoms climb
Reposeful the gone hours
Garden of tormented ways
Lonesome ebony towers
The chisel stones of grays
The words gone tomorrow
Chirping without intensity
No one will them borrow
Oblivion will set them free
Not of a hope to turn again
Judgements small and dry
Who can its nonsene explain
When it comes here or why
They are wings that cant go
For merely they beat the air
Never to reach high or flow
Always to earths decay near
*(...Given over to oblivion
Grown up and flowering
With incense and tares
And to the wild buzzing
Of a hundred dirty flies - Arthur Rimbaud)
Peter S. Quinn
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