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Best Poems From
PETER S. QUINN
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Sonnet, The River Runs (From, The Lost Sonnets)
The river runs through the mountain of wild,
All things on this earth are born to be free;
Both what is made up or later compiled,
Some scenes hidden once we never could see.
Lets not go in judgment a bridge too far,
Even though you could say the fruits are sour;
For there might be an entry slightly ajar,
Giving you some knowledge from where is more.
Never lift the latch let this building fall,
If it's deference isn't truth among great,
I guess as for myself I'll keep its great mance;
For when all's lost I'll hear the distant call,
If it then for me very much is late,
I will have succoured entrance second chance.
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, the True Beauties Song
This time is still in the true beauties song
And gives its way of gladness fresh own
Dreams in verdures that sometime is shown
Full of its way and aspiring in strong
Everything wandering and what you long
Feelings like the roots from under earth grown
Or bed of roses in bouquets fresh crown
Where nothing in nature can ever go wrong
Romances blend is each blossoming true
Filling with fragrances all the ways about
Like dreams in the air always to renew
Each moments happiness never in doubt
Instant of beauties simple in its own touch
Giving of its gladness that we love so much
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, The Voice of Dreams
The sky in my sunrise comes like avowed
With colors in sunshine and shades in dark,
And everything love will give and then spark
To cast on its light and have more endowed;
For dreams I live can only be unplowed
If days appear as the evenings remark,
Give me the songs from the daybreak's first lark
That once to afternoon singing's allowed.
The voice of my music will move to song
And bring from my soul - to lips and the heart,
For all is of dream that I love and long
And from within touch will never depart;
The voice that's of dreams can it then begin?
If we have others - and never tune in.
Peter S. Quinn
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Sonnet, There is a Garden (From, The Lost Sonnets)
There is a garden with the summer sun
Full of laughter and true flowers for all,
Beautiful and strong others weaker and small
Carrying colors turning pleasures on;
All in the hours when blooming are so bon
And green comes the garden outside a wall,
Going through fine moments before the fall
When in sallow leaves all the colors run.
Passing through time like the colors so full
Giving the green an agreeable occasion,
All what is fair will always be growing;
Now Easter coming new pleasures to pull
After the darkness that gave its corrosion,
When winter was dark and it's still snowing.
Peter S. Quinn
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