Quentin Sands Poems

In the caccoon of two lovers embrace and ecstasy a minute wounderous bliss of evolution
begins......sometimes unbeknowing by the sheer feasting of pleasure in unison.
Nevertheless what was once a tiny seed implanted in the fertile garden of nature now takes
on
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Like huge puffs of cotton or smoke up in the air;
That is what I see when I look up there.
All different shapes forms and sizes just floating free and seem to be drifting, suspended
miracuously.
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A nation of peace, a nation of pride
A nation that's spread far and wide.
A nation of hope, a nation of joy,
Thats free for all, man, women, girl and boy.
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We walk about bristly in the heat of the day, not knowing when it will happen.
Some watch mere predictions on picture screens before setting out to complete routine tasks;
but who is to say what will happen for the unknown dwells with us.
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When it is turned on you are under its spell,
You are cut off from all those around you instantly.
It captures your uttermost attention with its captivating images which eludes your mind.
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Its dark cold and wet below
I'am all alone does anyone know?
I fell the warmth of my padded earth;
Trying to make out what life is worth.
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The sun glistens heavenly over our heads; thus casting black shadows as we walk in
togetherness.
We prespire, skylarking in our seizure, in youthful bantering as we reach our destination.
Sudenly the wind is crisp, there is an occassional breeze about us pressing against our faces.
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Love is someting on a daily basis that should always be displayed
A kind word, helping hands are ways it can be conveyed.
Hello there! How are you doing? Or may I help you please.....
Are all but a few phrases that could be said with ease?
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They lie stagnant day by day, year by year as time goes idly by.
Their days of glory has ended but not totally forgotten.
All colors, makes, models, years are placed in their final resting place,
like the dead in a secluded cometary.
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Since the beginning it has been here.........
When we get up, weather its at the crack of dawn or before the roster crows its ahead of us.
We look to see it but it somehow evades our view.
Mere predictions are captured momentarally on precision pieces, which too are subject to the
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