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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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#50 (from, What's Really Happening - In 54 numbers)
Each love is like racing cars,
Driving through the final line;
Wounds from losing - all its scars,
Shiver up your spine.
You, the driver of speed car,
Formulates through the years;
Rotten deals with feelings are,
Making clouds from tears.
Take the car and steer it well,
To lives fortunes and each fame;
You could likewise drive to hell,
It's a speed life's game.
Peter S. Quinn
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...autumn haiku
Drift to inner deep,
loneliness autumn leap
- summer goes to sleep
Peter S. Quinn
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A Flower of Blossom Dim
I want to touch your inner wing
With a kiss of my dark
Whereas the hours of night sing
With tones of the lark
A flower of blossom dim
My heart on to you will try
With emotions of whimsy whim
That opens up winter sky
Oh hold me in darkness long
With flowers of blackness blue
And give me your night love song
That comes with a cleansing thru
What have you here given me?
That is from the other site
And becomes in my fluid free
When we our love have tried
Sweetness so ever in deep
From roots of the fallen heart
Ours forever to keep
When lights again shall start
Trust every footstep's embrace
That beats the stoned road on
There are many turning ways
To get back when lights are gone
*There's darkness outside, so here's another poem to the larks singing
Peter S. Quinn
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A Lament of a Night (From, Shorter Poems
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If I could say this to you,
I love you always still;
You are like a rose and a lily,
And I'll do whatever you will.
Your beauty lies beyond comparison,
And so does all your grace;
I know of no other like you,
Those eyes in your pale face.
If I could say this to you,
And you where still here;
I would surrender my heart truly,
To you and only you my dear.
But now I stand before you,
On your grave with tears;
And can only remember now,
All those passed on years.
Peter S. Quinn
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