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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Sonnet, How Strange's This Feeling (From, The Lost Sonnets)
How strange's this feeling so full of a fright:
When hours are deeper and darker more still,
When there is no room for the heavenly light
And nothing of love shall prosper at will;
I woke up so early but then dimmed the sky
And onto my shoulders the darkness was shown,
I thought I'd fall down and last breath out fly
And into hollow dim fall like a stone.
The words are like leaves that are wased away
When after summer autumn comes with rain,
Before the frost lays the lake with a freeze;
Sun I had one summer and then for a day:
All beauty be measured simple and plain,
Though some have its clothings in fine cointise.
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, Let The Good Earth (From, The Lost Sonnets)
Let the good earth give you rightful courage
From inside and out with it all about,
With what you were given to stir in astir
Inspired and made to be complete devout;
Like the on thing what is so much trust worth
In what you felt all like before it and then,
When your accomplishments goes forth like a firth
In what you know and therefore if you can.
The way to begin is simple yet so true
You don't need to turn the page tomorrow,
For all what it implies is in the sky blue;
Yes all of earth's wisdom is my agra,
Take just what you will need and nothing more
For life's nothing but a hidden astore.
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, Life is Pains and Again Pains
Life is pains and again pains to be borne
With every love that has some hope to gain,
Though we come across days when there is pain
For there is something in us all to adorne;
On ahead roads that seem hopeless and worn
Especially those where passion is alane,
We seek for compassion all in a vain
For the world has forgotten and forlorn.
Gazing at the days that are in front of me
Armored with the hopes that blossoms with care,
I will find the way for much is to know;
All desperate cry again must come free
Though hard are moments to speak of or bear,
For vineyards of love in heart roots must grow.
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, Light of Plummet Days
Light of plummet days is now here going by
Filling hours with slumber brightness on
The fields are luminous with noon sky
Oh heart of songs will be here - until gone
Each new tone still gaily yonder ahead
Filling the weeks with something of its bright
Love is like I know - never gone to dead
For still there is too much of summers light!
Come fill my heart with threads of feelings fine
So I may know how much these views are dear
And every day be worthy of its sunshine
In giving colors that lifes joy could steer
Still music fills the fields in summers shade
Though every tone singings now somber made
Peter S. Quinn
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