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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Sonnet, Darkness Oh Sweet Fountain (From, The Lost Sonnets)
Darkness oh sweet fountain before this spring
The night that washes ashore new delight,
Hours in winter that still have more to sing
In step by step lightless until all is bright;
The unlock of tide's edge that depth will show
Alone and between me and the darkness,
The morning that comes with first of dawn's glow
From oceans between - always new and fresh.
In mornings to come - the new fragrance fire
With freshness in air through late evenings,
The graceful summer we all must adore
When our hearts fill up with love and desire.
Body and soul together again sings:
How deep we're drowned by wishing for more.
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, Dreams of Summer
Dreams of summer are coming in glow mist
From love's sweet flowers of evening and night
Who maturing sun has blessed with its light
Each leaf of greenery with sunshine kissed
Oh love sweetly love now is your fresh turn
To give of your feelings once more so much
Apples in glowing and affectionate touch
Each with its days yearning and freshness burn
Where blue the sky is budding in fairness far
Guarding the earth in its blossoming spring
With feelings of value to know who you are
And inside from heart with delight now sing
Sweet summer in tincturing shadings so fine
Now bring joy season in pureness and shine
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, Each Day Has a Song
Each day has a song for a moment to sing
New in with a feeling - each of its own
Happy or quite moody what a day might bring
Presence and passing each of special tone
Coming quick down at times someone to please
Seconds and the minutes making them through
Light and dark songs - melodies to appease
Drinks of times beauty - quaffed to the new
In day by day with its delicate glow
From hours before with the dreams that have gone
The mist has its way - not everything to show
Time goes by when each reverie is done
To where do they depart - lovely songs to hear?
Like burn from new morn they slowly disappear
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, Fine Weaving's Of White
All nature is now in its glistening snow
Stirring the road with fine weaving's of white
Through this moment of blue blackness and night
Whereas moon sketch its light in flickering glow
Dream scape of nature forever will flow
As there are dreams to sing in endless flight
Through every hour of slumbering light
On to the moments that muster here and go
Blooms of tomorrow shall give of their seed
Everything streaming from its hour to hours
Like autumn in colors from yellow red bled
So shall the seeds grow up to be flowers
Oh bloom true life and give your truest of way
So we'll as one walk into coming day
Peter S. Quinn
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