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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Early May
Every bird that's now singing
Is enjoying new spring
With perfumed flowers springing
Like pearls on a string
Here somewhere around is love
In its sweetest summer day
With blue skies clear above
And the feelings of early May
Every heart that is soft untie
Shall enjoy these blossoms living
In every moment that is high
And of colorings shades giving
Where winter darkness once laid
In its shadows dances gone
With hours lightless dimness made
That into past are now done
With its sensation and ambiance
There's something new now coming
From the roots of growing nuance
That in earth till now was numbing
Here somewhere around is love
In its sweetest summer day
With blue skies clear above
And the good feelings of early May
Peter S. Quinn
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Everywhere We Go
Everywhere we go
There is something new
Directions to and fro
Always coming through
The times to remember
In hours long lost
All the many embers
Of earth's wounded rust
Living day by day
In varieties oppress
Came as it may
With stupor and caress
Behind the time-table
Its work is brought
With what it's then able
From the ways its taught
Losing credibility
From its palpably project
Needing more simplicity
Not to be in neglect
Walking increasing speed
Time is of importance
Between words then read
Something is left for a chance
Peter S. Quinn
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February River (From, Lost Song Poems)
I believe in freedom
Every day and year,
And that peace will come
Without shedding a tear;
Every try and error
On the road that will redd,
Will flow till its bearer
Is again once ahead.
February river February river
Flowing to the new spring,
All new life will deliver
What the heart will then sing.
I believe in singing
When the hours are dark,
Days are in bringing
New summer to the park;
Every way is clearing
The sky becomes blue,
Dun clouds away steering
Verve afresh renew.
February river February river
Flowing to the new spring,
All new life will deliver
What the heart will then sing.
Peter S. Quinn
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Flickering Light
Flickering light - dream lights!
Reflections on the river of time
Blossoms of glow in the flights
Life of light in darkness lime
Man is in the middle stream
With his touch and coming day
Breezy whisper like a dream
As the waves on the river play
Life is like a song
Or a river flowing
Beating heart to long
Till its time of going
Tides of to and fro
In their billows calling
What do we really know?
As the time's falling
Flickering light - dream lights!
Soon the day is again rising
With lights of highest mights
In its daybreak surprising
Every hour a new it seem
Flowing there steadfastly on
Breezy whisper like a dream
Till this day is likewise gone
Peter S. Quinn
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