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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Drizzles of Time (from New Waves to the Shore)
Drizzles of time the thoughts we have here sown
Interminable with its feather touches
Through futures of circles and sky blown
With each their means and too many clutches
In a tranquil delusion the head lolls on
All is without or coming there within
Clouds in their drifting until they are gone
Showing clear skies with freshly buoyancy spin
The fires interrupting with their kiss
Eve of tinctures to sleeping travel
That sleeplessness has woven for dreaming
Tomorrow deportment of songs and bliss
With beautiful thoughts for us to marvel
While hours of lateness are redeeming
Peter S. Quinn
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Drizzling Rainy Season – A Lyric
Come and be of my world
Where everything goes
Outer space loftiness hurled
As the mighty wind blows
Understandings here and there
Filling someone's pathway
Summer moods that come to steer
When dawn comes to day
Full of something for all
For each need to strive
Daringness of feeling's fall
As each comes alive
Rainbows giving no reason
Only colors more or less
Drizzling rainy season
Always stormy in its caress
Come and give to understand
What it is to need
You have emotions at command
Never to let them weed
Love is perhaps a delusion
That cannot be made
Then life hope's confusion
Like a serrated old blade
Peter S. Quinn
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Every Day in Our Lifetime (a song)
Every day in our lifetime
There are moments coming here
Feelings so wonderful sublime
And everywhere quite near
We will come to understand
What those all mean to us
When the evening's in bland
Of memories that came across
For only time shall tell
What purposes come to do
Contained by their many spell
For years to me and you
And every hour's a precious one
With wings of thought to conquer
These days will soon be gone
As times grows old in year
Peter S. Quinn
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Exotic Things
Exotic things,
Emotional strings;
Love of the spirit,
Cleaver and wit.
Keep every aspect,
Show every respect;
Letters of the alphabet,
Spellings, colors, red.
Amour in love,
Like a peaceful dove;
Sweet and fragile,
Tender with style.
Opening a heart,
From the first start;
Waves from the sea,
Billows inside of thee.
Love is so timeless,
Always eager and fresh;
For words of the tongue,
It keeps it so young.
Use every word,
And the meaning will flirt;
Come life to you,
So different and new.
The vernacular spark,
Will bliss up the dark;
And give you blue sky,
That hard is to defy.
Exotic things,
Onward it clings;
Bouquet of meaning,
Of personal dreaming.
How I love thee,
Who gives to see;
What is there on,
In books that are done.
Scriptures and books,
Flocks of herds;
Contents and looks,
The flying birds.
How I love thee,
For always and always;
A knowledgeable sea,
All playfully phrase.
You, authors gave,
Of a golden tongue;
Thoughtful and brave,
Eternally young.
Peter S. Quinn
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