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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Christmas Lights 2
Tender feeling into the night
A love song that is calling
Onto the day a Christmas light
As the evening on is falling
Dreams that got a window's glow
All their bright in believe
Hours in the white winter snow
As we the lights on receive
Feeling hope in the hours long
Of the dark and dim air
This is love of feeling's strong
In lights now reaching near
Candles flickers in their hold
Of the night passing by
Stories written though untold
Touch of bright in the sky
You and I of love singing
Everything is now clear
Peace and hope of love bringing
As the hour of light is near
Troubles gone now to the faraway
As streets light up and shine
Passive tones are in their play
Everything in peace so fine
Peter S. Quinn
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Circles Around
Until the end comes to me
I will rise or go low
Wings are set out for free
Onward in the drifting flow
Content has no comparison yet
All is just inside going
We have no moments met
From the distance growing
Floating and splashing too
Billowing to the shore
Footsteps following the true
Always for more and more
The yesterdays we let go
Giving the hills we found
Moods coming fast or slow
Nothing to nowhere bound
What we will say or hear
Is never completely done
Eternals are always near
Nothing of the past is gone
We shall not learn it now
What has been always there?
But thoughts come somehow
From circles around to steer
Peter S. Quinn
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Circling Way - Dark
I have dreamt of a circling way,
When winter in darkish mood plays;
The flowers had fallen to earth,
To regenerate seed's new birth.
And a sleep is a way of time,
With passionate desire prime;
The landscape of cloudy curves,
Grow inside to my aura's nerves.
Days have become like night,
Sweet roses are nowhere at sight;
The odd and dim here all around,
Gone are the desires of fire's found.
The world is changing in and out,
With shallowness of the lonely about;
Rough as a flint is now my tongue,
Daydreams in everything I'd long.
Undulate each way and each step,
Moments of memories now into hep;
Crazy I am going out of this fall,
Winter of boreal making its call.
Fly fly away to the relentless heart,
Give me the instants of a flying start;
Concernment dying into the dark,
Another day perhaps again it'll spark.
Peter S. Quinn
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Colonnades of Glory
Colonnades of glory
Thoughts of the whispering free
Unseen dimensional aurae
Of songs sweet melody
Yesterdays in the keepsake
And tranquil of hours to come
Recollections of timepiece flake
That through the thoughts swum
Day in the coming clouds by
Moments there on to find
Openness of the bluish deep sky
Like something that comes to mind
When you get a touching feel
That something lies hidden out there
Not everything is for real
There is something else somewhere
Maybe I'm dreaming too much
Because of veering sights
Tasking reality out of touch
Into its own Pegasus flights
Colonnades of glory
The force of the feathery light
A dream of the poignant expletory
Nothing with wrong or right
Peter S. Quinn
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