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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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beginning time (From,134 Picture Poems)
beginning time
things and moment
to share
today is life
new in dawn
strong open
and trouble free
Peter S. Quinn
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Behind Is Everywhere (from, Spring Come Come)
Day and night is flowing
Inside here with me
Through the times locked going
Behind is everywhere
There is what I needed
Making it to the shadows
Everything - you read it
Before, from your eye goes
Lost there on the highway
With so many songbirds
Passing on life wandering ways
On to some old roads dirt
You have given everything
With the singings thats behind
Nothing more through air to bring
What of is left in absent mind
Yesterdays were always
Full of its city starlight falls
Frilling up dirty ashtrays
Against some figured walls
Road is left for nothing
Circling around this freeway
Time to ages is bluffing
To the traveling homeward lay
Peter S. Quinn
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Believe in the Days Ahead (from Album, Like Love is True)
Believe in the days ahead
Filling the moments gone
The argues of everything's dead
Feelings locked down and done
Keep every new day to sing
Filling hearts with better outlook
Settling down to something
What the winter away took
Let's climb up a higher hill
Finding the cloths of the green
Moments of futures to fulfill
And everything there between
Summersets are yet to come
Numberless hours to find and fill
Where everything blossoming is from
Making each morning a thrill
Give every new step's walk
Into the unknown spring thrust
There are lots and lots of talk
How to behave and adjust
Let's not get into little details
Just let it all happening again
There are finding at each trails
Clearing the lost ounces regimen
Take another step to tomorrow
Bring each ones loneliness down
Nowhere around is now sorrow
Only the happiness in town
Move above ribbons of rain
Feel the new closeness to spring
Take away the dark numb pain
Talk to the morning and sing
Each day is coming in its glory
Finding the beauty that's coming
Much is in earth's seedlings story
Raising the saplings and summing
What once was here is all undone
Nowhere around its coldness strands
Now is the time of golden twine sun
Joining together people in hands
Let's not now think of an empty room
With darkness bed of snow
With every bottomless winter's gloom
Coming in cold and dim glow
Every dark night in bluish moon
With some of its deep mystery
Are moment's months ahead of June
Love songs to come so passionately
Prurience plays go sometimes rough
Deep from the heart where it's taught
Ways of some are in its own bluff
Making no guarantee of what it ought
Something of new could again teach
Filling new thoughts of sure what's true
Harder to master even to reach
All is in the distances of me and you
Believe when I say you must now sing
Start just over to want so much
Everything to offer is in its new traveling
Reach in darkness that's now out of touch
You have the strings to match wholly
Letting old stories from you leave
You can let it come or pass solely
End of days stories into its weave
Everything is coming into rose's bed
Feelings of sorrow has now all left
Just days tomorrow and days ahead
Bring into the past all darkness bereft
Feelings so easy of something now new
Filling the dust of time and the old
Instead of newly tunes going through
As days into clean fragrances unfold
Peter S. Quinn
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Believe in Your Destiny
Believe in your destiny
Its full of everything you love
Dreams that might become free
Full magical moods there of
Its a way of your own day
Making it clear and bright
As every temperament play
From your onward own flight
Those yesterdays werent that clear
But now there is all tomorrow
With your own oars to steer
Flows of the waves that borrow
In green fields of happiness
And everything in it to be true
With your own destiny caress
On to the heaven of the blue
Believe in all thats beautiful
Sky of the far and the deep
Never let those colors be dull
They are yours forever to keep
Its a way of your own day
That you can reach to and try
There need not be any of gray
To reach your own goal and fly
Peter S. Quinn
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