Peter S. Quinn Poems

Pungent continuing ways
Not coming unexpectedly
With coldness in its garden
The buds of nowhere luck
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Our time has come to the evening now
Nothing forever stays the very same
It escapes to the blue somehow
In to its weak burning flickering flame
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I knew about the darkness and its twist
The jolt of the dim shadows deranging
Like no one has seen before on its gist
Forever in corners darkish changing
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To non existence the moments must go
With each their vestiges that came to be
The wandering thoughts that now fly on free
Like the falling glimmering pallor snow
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We go and go like year in pictures
Hangnail pegs on its easy exposure
Birds in yearnings of daydreams fixtures
Filling pathways with thoughts of enclosure
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Some morns are easy going
With wonderful sayings to say
Onward breezy flowing
Turning out their best way
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A heart's sometimes like an arrow
That gets lost on its long turning on way
Or a flying high clouded lonesome sparrow
That not for long in the forest can stay
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There are many coming and going reasons
For every aspect of our full life
And in them our blossoming growth seasons
That we're working on all times to strife
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Where are our dreams going to?
In the dim evening light
When eyes can't see clearly through
The mystical snowy night
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Endlessly through the hours
We drift on with our dreams
Morning comes in its bowers
Mind-sets illumination streams
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