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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Oh the Sun Is Always Graceful
Oh the sun is always graceful,
As the space between our souls;
If you find you are not fearful,
You have found jewels and goals.
And I say this in the moonlight,
Where our skins are in faint blue;
All I have is your heat and breath,
As I reach much closer to you.
Oh the sun is always graceful,
When the highest moment is here;
Then my wings fall back so peaceful,
We were both in dreams out there.
Oh the sun is always graceful,
Like the kindness from your smile;
Every sunbeam is so joyful,
But after that we rest a while.
And I say this closer to you,
Then I was before I met you last;
You can feel that I am true,
In the heat now as in the past.
Peter S. Quinn
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Oh Those Beautiful Colored Lights
Oh those beautiful colored lights,
That the evening gives and night;
The star falling twinklings flights,
Till the day again is morning bright.
All that is quite beautiful in the dark,
Holding you spellbound with wonder;
With glistening winter's frosty spark,
When you in your dreams ponder.
Why is our life in so wondrous ways?
Love songs with touch for eternity;
Longings that old memories interplays,
Setting the past times again flight free.
Who controls this merry-go round,
With glittering stars in the deep sky;
Where can old love songs be found,
Why do they all have to say goodbye.
Oh those beautiful colors far away,
Have they perhaps been here before?
Like the night that comes after a day,
And holds you in wonder for evermore.
Peter S. Quinn
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Oh Tiger Green and Sweetly Blue
Oh tiger green and sweetly blue
With honest eyes and very true,
How can we again meet
And each kindly treat,
When wise men say there is none you.
Oh bloom that comes again in spring
With green leaves that whisper and sing,
Fragrance so adorable
With colors splendid full,
Candid life to the world you bring.
Oh creature that man has killed
On your earth the blood has spilled,
And broken natures nest
For he thought he knew best,
With folly the forest he filled.
Oh tiger green and sweetly blue
You are now but a dream so true,
Of endangered species gone
That embrace of lead has done,
And soon others will follow you.
Oh Eden's garden's of concrete now
Like hearts of men are somehow,
Made out of chisel stones
Or yellow weathered bones,
A death comes with a blackish crow.
In days that are passed and away
I heard you roaring and play,
With beasts now all lost
Or returned to whited dust,
Like I will likewise do one day.
Oh creatures of this earth so wild
Why hasnt man treated you mild?
He's within a soul too
But not as innocent nor true,
As one, so of freedom defiled.
Peter S. Quinn
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Oh Weave Me a Song
Weave me a summer air
Oh sully autumn breeze
Give me the blossoms there
Before the ground will freeze
This earth is now so cold
With a darkness coming day
And frost tones to unfold
The glisten frost drops play
Darling my bouquet's spring
How much I now long you
And to you songs sing
With the fair of sky blue
My mood is still of yours
And feelings of greenery
I adore the bed flowers
In my garden and scenery
Oh weave me a song of love
For clouds that come in
And give me the rain above
To take that frosty pin
And now my window is white
Wait! - What is it that I see?
Some blossoms glass glide
Frost roses of winters beauty
Peter S. Quinn
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