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Publication Date: 2006

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Peter S. Quinn() Hi, my name is Peter S. Quinn, and I'm a composer, poet and lyricist. I writemostly lyrical poetry and texts because of my well educated background as acomposer, et cetera... Lyric poetry, from Wikipedia: 'Lyric poetry is a form of poetry that does not attempt to tell a story, as do epicpoetry and dramatic poetry, but is of a more personal nature instead. Ratherthan portraying characters and actions, the lyric poet addresses the readerdirectly, portraying his or her own feelings, states of mind, and perceptions. Mostlyric poetry is made in a singable and rhymable way, although some lyric poemscan be excepted. Lyrical poetry is often used in songs.' - end of quote - Some thoughts for considerations: 1.Only ¼ of Peter S. Quinn poems and lyrics will be shown at . This will be, Atleast to begin with, only a showcase of about or over 3000 poems and lyricsmostly in English by the great Peter S. Quinn. Peter is also a very prolificcomposer (i.e. Google: sheetmusic publishing) , he’s also active as aphotograper, painter, etc...2.The first part, or the part you are seeing here of “Short poems of Peter S.Quinn - This is my Wasteland”, was written between the years 2004-2007. It willbe continued shortly on his blog site.3.Picture Poems 1-256 were written in the year 2000, and abstract paintingsmade with each of them. These paintings along with the poems are availableelsewhere on the internet.4.Everything written by Peter S. Quinn is © Copyright by Law, and may thus notbe used anywhere, without a written permission.5.Peter S. Quinn is a member of STEF Samband tónskálda og eigendaflutningsréttar, - to protect his Copyright. Sister societies of STEF are many allaround the globe and they include: ASCAP, BMI, SESAC, etc. © Copyright Peter S. Quinn 2007. All rights reserved. -

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Quotations: “Peter is one the most kindest and unselfish person I’ve ever had the privilege tomeet, and what a lyrical line this man has...” from, New York Times “Peter S. Quinn - An artistic talent beyond words! Prolific is an understatementgiven the vast amount of wonderful music and poetry (not to mention otherartistic inclinations as well) that he has graced us with. A kind and gentlysoul who is truly a blessing to humanity.” Robert James Thoms, Newfoundland,Canada – Please see Guestbook at: “Thank you... It is an honor! - It is an honor and perhaps a bit late that I'mgetting around to thanking Peter publically for this little musical tribute. I'venever had anyone write anything for me before and this came as quite asurprise. I have enjoyed playing this little ditty over the last couple of years; andrecently someone heard the piece and asked 'what is it? ' They now have a copy.Thank you again, Peter. Keep up the good work.” David Benning on Bennings-Song (2004) by Peter S. Quinn - See here: In brief, Peter S. Quinn is proud to be of 4 nations: America, Iceland, Ireland andGermany. His father was an American Irish and his mother of German ancestors(her father being half a German: Süd Bach [south Bach] that changed over thecenturies to Söebech – he [Peter] does not speak German though) . Peter livedin Florida, but moved to Iceland only 3 years of age; he has double citizenshiptherefore, that of U.S. and Iceland. Always keep him in your heart, because hetoo sings America! And that’s why his showcase of these poems is here… Therewill be 3000 poems/lyrics in Peter’s showcase at , and after that he’ll continuewith his music at sheetmusic publishing, - see further at


#1 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) I see your face in reflection,It is to me a distraction.The past is gone away,No matter what I say.But still I wish for directionAnd hope again for affection.These cloudy moods each day,Hold me and make me stray. Burning desires for you I feelAnd in my dreams you are still real.Then I wake again and find,Our time is long behind. Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 1) a singing manwas sacrificed by ravensof night dreams my silky soft desireis lying and denied a wish Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 10) The night retreatsfrom the welcoming day of green grassand brown soft earth duel of dark and light Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 11) Muted windshaping things and saying goodbyeto the roadI walked presence dreams be soft Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 2) age and desireeternally on love's magnanimous and memorial-wallsshattered and disfigured a summer's drying end Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 3) Past is falling freelyin finished words only a vainly kissstinging the endover a missed love Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 4) Bittersweet and hauntingthe drops sounding falling twobefore a silent thoughts dancinglonely and scaredsurrounded in silence Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 5) Demented loveo stranger's garden with hedgerowsof wanting I entered your gatesand foundmy stalking desire Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 6) I entered yourglass house explainingwhere I'd been and ended my walking Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 7) Wading riversreflecting mountaintops night songswith warmnessof breeze expectants ofspring Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 8) Along the riverssentinels with fires the neon of nightin reflected banksof expectant past the song of vision Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From, Picture Poems 9) Earth’s bluethe gift of life a light of day and gray dark skyof surrounding clouds Peter S. Quinn


#1 (From,100 Love Songs) Love so sweet of summer gone to yesterday,The passion of air in the deep fragrance;Sorrow and rage not there to give or say,Only the true heart that forever abundance!Quickly over each the tender fires are,Pointed the way to the love in your soul;Daybreak in the morning or some cloud afar,All which is love you can't reach or have control.Because the day again goes to dark night,And everything gives something that's of worth;Declare itself through thorns and heart full of insight,Slashing around its love from seed to birth.Conquer each truth from the feelings that hide,The routs and the maps come through the inside. Peter S. Quinn


#1 Riming Haiku (From, Poet On Www) Rain clouds over me,Autumn sky frighteningly- So rough-and-ready! Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) A love and hate relationship,Will never do for me;I must have more in my power chip,To be or not to be. The question is to give a try,The feelings that we keep inside.The goal, is to reach the sky,And do what we consider right. If I could answer only this:What happened to our heart?I wouldn't even have to wish,That we could begin from start. Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Picture Poems 1) balanced melodyand rhythmsmotions within bodies configurationsof desire and love Sculptured statuesof bronze and stone Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Picture Poems 10) Remember the eyesof a confusing morning innocent instant walking blue realityseeing the lilacsblooming again Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Picture Poems 11) Barefoot realityconfusing pages of time back againlost in time innocence tragedywalking with you and again love Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Picture Poems 2) I draw somethingand shape againfinding in hands dearly longingsafter I knowmy voice Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Picture Poems 5) Astral playsin misty raysand fills the chariotwith light fate isa gold glowing yarn Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Picture Poems 6) Falling promisessoftly they ceased ever-erosivein their downfall wherefores tearsthat dreamt of end Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Picture Poems 7) The rosesof your words morning bloomswith burning fading fire amongst the heavensand the cobblestones Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Picture Poems 8) Desirable placesfrom lawnsof enjoyed days streets betweenourselvescrossing time Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Picture Poems 9) Precious desirethe weaving love the light that fillsand plays forget notthe bowing wants Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From, Poet On Www) Autumn's tomorrow,Summer was a while ago- Footsteps in the glow. Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From,100 Love Poems) Love is like a kiss to bleak lonelinessFeeling of emotions running through to giveFollowing that track to be born and liveEach of your daybreak of closest caressThat comes from within to bring to the outSo much of roots that have grown from in thereFlowing like a song for you to fill with careAll that's like water in the tides aboutSummer and autumns will carry its shadeFill each effort with its current wavesFor you only its gems stones are madeTo bring in to its goodbye a heart that cravesSo much of you that make every bloomIn our together roots that never should doom Peter S. Quinn


#10 (From,100 Love Songs) Love is like a crown from the inside glowingWith passion and thorns under the surfaceDeep in the corolla where the feeling playsNever to the outside in its heart showingPour its tender fire out on the cool flowingYellow and sunburned moods of its true waysNever always viewing each its amazeA point of tomorrow in an endless goingNights are in its roots rising with its painCircles of tides that come and always departDawn of filled dreams never to become trueTo feel affection for - is nature true arcaneRiver of deep emotions from inside the heartAll that is in a dream all that is in – you! Peter S. Quinn


#10 Picture Poem (From, Poet On Www) a cloud to touchfrom stars beyond long heavenand light of time anything you'll awakeand for life like Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) What lies ahead in time and space?Where shall I be tomorrow?I'm counting minuets, hours, days,Resolving up all my sorrow. Trying to make words to a tune,Restless going through an agony.Like the darker side of the moon,Revealing all inside of me. Broken chains and bending ways,A future you cannot borrow.Queen of hearts becomes of spades,What will she be wearing tomorrow? Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 1) at the baker'sare differentdelicious sweets wouldn't it be niceto taste some sounds neat Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 10) Glowing morrowsfades not in raysor bastions borrowsof an ending day Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 11) Where all placesare far and near formed with wisdomand legacy dancing thoughtswithin new creation Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 2) The haunting hopefor worried onlynone ever missed crumpled and flippedtumbled profileswanting beforebut now demanding Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 3) Sanctuary virginalswinds of March like woodwindsho-hummingin wilderness tackling iceof winter Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 4) Along fustinessguarding disembodied spotthe cocoons of fancy mocked robberiesdesolating brainstained-glass head admiring blunder Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 5) Today’sweaving the nowserene and free while morrow'sare awaiting deepto be Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 6) Ego chamberown Everestof ambition power unharvestedwith desired goals found onthe barren fields Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 7) Untried searchfor fresh roads few among thosewho are litteredand battered in dilate and tastedbattled world Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 8) Inwards is outwardswhatever you say reaching some end goalsand changing others way Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Picture Poems 9) Stabled chilling awaiting whilethe glowing seenof shadows sphere darkly orchestrathe spinning astraldeep sea Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From, Poet On Www) White innocent rose,Life into oblivion goes- Fast it comes and slows. Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From,100 Love Poems) Like a far-off love that becomes a dayBecause the outlook are right to fulfillEvery dream that is waiting inside stillWhen the moments are asleep and awayThe love song that is like drops of anguishWavering tones in together cleftFor heart that's still or in beating´s bereftAnd longs only love in its conquering wishThe seconds that leach in distance nearestWill dissolve like silhouette beautiful dreamsAnd come to love that is closest and dearestWhen off in deep of wonderment it seemsFeeling the hour that wholly is askingHow it can become a moment of tasking Peter S. Quinn


#11 (From,100 Love Songs) A love is like forest - a song in springSummer roses so red in the daydreamsRiver that flows in its ever going streamsEvery bird of flower that for you shall singMoods of winter hour's icy pearly stringMisty and gray light from shadows deep deemsEverything that whispers on thirsty lips themesSomething that you thought to your heart would bring Dreams of inside forest from your kindness giveBranches of your daydreams growing out its rootsClimbing to the feelings of what love's aboutLand and sea of passion that you must liveEach the morning hours in its timely beautsWithout these love songs your heart shall be in doubt Peter S. Quinn


#11 Picture Poem (From, Poet On Www) anything changesthat outlasts a crash with the lookand lifefire is from in and out Peter S. Quinn


#114 (From, Poet On Www) Silent reflectionOf landscape circumspection,- A small selection. Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Trusting me or trusting not,Everything's an endless plot;Breaking boundaries between,With a fresh new scheme.Nothing is like it should be,I'm numb inside of me;Trusting the world for my time,Reason for each rime. We have now nothing going,Just like the wind's blowing;Love falls apart from inside,Dark dim out the bright. Fading rose old valentine,Lonely moments between;Sitting and waiting in grey,Hours lost on their way. Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 1) fleurira parfumcaressant desirefragile combattantsglissering love la vitale jasmins... laughingdelicious soft you Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 10) Could we forgetchariots of firefading to redthat serene desire Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 11) Solar bright timeperfect silky lines playful particlesperfectly balanced gathered in spacesbursting through ages life fingers Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 2) Away to thinking eyesor a lover's wounded heart without the dearlonging to chortleto trials Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 3) Black hazeand unearthly halocrosses overthrough foreign passage feared facefolds dreams of nightsin calm days Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 4) Tropical waterswith solace shoreand moon above cantina nightssoften the days ahead bridges crossed over Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 5) Dear heartwithout youwhere is my love drawing desiresas Odysseus trialsand tests Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 6) Glimpsing eyesthe flowing open centers one of twowith the time entwines illusion-the sweet Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 7) Towards the moonall known desires love can meetever changing goals Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 8) Sallow leavesfall freeof the branches when againthe winter comes alone stand the treesbare of summer'sbeauty Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Picture Poems 9) Into the rushturn those silky soft faces found in the fleshand yearningfor a lovely crowd Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From, Poet On Www) Growing summer fields,Through lives productive windshields- Give more seedings yields. Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From,100 Love Poems) Moon of love's longings is springtime awayThe seaweed from the oceans of times lightSecret clarity of the ongoing nightWhen the new opens through to make a dayWhen winters journey will end with stars and iceAnd bring to the air the fragrances newThat comes with morning of clearances throughAs tomorrow gives peek into blue skiesO hear days are chanting infinity's glowThrough the rivers of time in the makingAnd melting away the wintry cold snowThat the feelings of moody were achingCarnations of shine with shadows fallingFor now is the spring of tomorrow calling Peter S. Quinn


#12 (From,100 Love Songs) Each love is like the shading summer roseWith eyes and intonation to be shownOf dreams that come from in and are not knownBut breathe with time to feelings very closeA river from the mountain high to shoreOf ageless touches of marvel nearGiving you songs you always want to hearThat to your heart and inner yearnings storeEach hidden treasure of the color loveOf turning points in day and dimness nightLike cloudlets move so smoothly far aboveOn to the morning of new sunshine brightEach love is accent of what it has gainedAnd thus to its findings once more retained Peter S. Quinn


#12b (From, Poet On Www) fluorescent looksin tired adornments lights covered with weakattempts ignite the timesof shaking handsand porcelain dolls Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Can't you look into the deep?Follow inspiration;From lost love we always weep,Without hesitation.To memories we hold tight,Strings attached to old leaves;Whether this is wrong or right,Depends on our grieves. Poetic words always amaze,But is the truth in there?Your love turns sometimes both ways:Without a 'smooth cure'. Can't you look into the deep?Even though suns don't shine.Misery and shadows creep:Loneliness, combine. Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 1) embraced by sleepa dream woke wondersto my soul from the warmth nightaglow roseawaked within Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 10) Now banishes darkthe billion lights surface of glowing whitesplaying raysthe spark Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 11) Unfolded wisdomglowing supernovascreated with life elements and stagesinterlinking star systemscircling stardust creation by God Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 2) Midnight crossedinto darkly shadowsof blackbirdsand eagles and many-seasonedpeace-pipe Indians I swear I saw Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 3) The black desirein soft haze nights feared dreamson life waters ended nothingwith the conquistador Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 4) A languid needletorpor dreams on and oninto nights no churningof life or past Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 5) Sustaining waysof waiting magicwith earthly eyes impoverished climbingto desired love secretions of faith Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 6) Oh awaiting sleepof things to be seen the glowing rayswhere morrow's not been Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 7) Detect beneathforgotten lines trails and signsof midnight squirrels many-seasoned facesof manmade shadowsand melted desire Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 8) Jewelling flowersgatherings of beauty a gentle colorin the wakeful afternoon charming sweet bouquetto the poets' singing Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Picture Poems 9) Into the hushing pyremelts the plea of flesh wax-coated is the yearnrushed to the spin-cycle Peter S. Quinn


#13 (From, Poet On Www) Summer is ending,Each color again blending- Earth innovating. Peter S. Quinn


#13b (From, Poet On Www) life is fireon going along lights to each touch the clouds runningon and on Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Dreaming of a better place,Losing thoughts from my past.Life has many different ways,Slow motion and fast.All alone and lonely too,Never letting love go.Alive emotions always new,A seedling from it grows. Why am I so tender now?Fragile in my believes.I need faithfulness somehow,Take away my grieves. Dreaming of a better place,Time is drifting by.Learning again my ways,In a cloudless sky. Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 1) thoughts created unfolded balanced dancemade by interlinking creation formed wisdomand perfect spacesgathered with graceand playful fingers Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 10) Laugh at meever changing moon only you knowthe way to Oz within those manystars Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 11) Wounded againwithout shapeor mind as years bringtrials to the worn heart we need true love Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 2) Many-seasoned painI'd sign the cliffsbeneath Pine-straight past trails tossingforgotten faceof true desire dust reading those ways Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 3) Time for starsto sight awakening lightsin heaven floating fire forever never in life still Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 4) Is life elsewherelooking for sun lights beyond the curvesof clouds longing for loveand hopes Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 5) Barefoot in dew aged morningwalking with lingering time lilacs of rememberingall ends in a certain time Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 6) In adventurerson the oceanswhere land is not found the daysare sometimes enjoyedalone to ourselves Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 7) Open and quiet winterwith stillness in air dresses of faded gray attractive dayliquefies my thoughts Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 8) Radiant warmthacross new sky the feelingwhich challenge the world fills with excitementand encouraging mightsplendidness of colors Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Picture Poems 9) Illusions are vacantmelting black blood vaporize foundin cracks and dust turning sensesinto ornate idolatry Peter S. Quinn


#14 (From, Poet On Www) Days to night return,with colors of earth pattern- in autumn we yearn. Peter S. Quinn


#14b (From, Poet On Www) tangled fieldsplacid silhouettes birds bare quiet treeswaiting for spring snow river flowsto icebound wateragain and again Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Feeling heartsick all inside,Flying distance through.Sorrow moods I cannot hide,- I belong to you. Can I ask you come back soon?I will try to care more.Listen please to this lonesome tune:What's loneliness for? Little things that meant a deal,Are of yesterday now.Can't you touch me can't you feel,I'm losing it somehow. Like an astray - sky is grey,Nothing here is self assuring.Life's a misery day by day,- Sorrow why’s it occurring? Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 1) years without somethingshaping the end wounded and battered hearta bruised love like Odysseus trials Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 10) I who lovesoftly and endless desire yearsof delicious you many lifetimes over Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 11) Thinkingand shapingalive voices desire and willyour skillbrings Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 2) Still shadowsof midnightsoft and dark many-seasonedconcrete roses forgotten in timelong past Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 3) Cloudsinterfering still each end will happen every firewill awake at sight time changes on Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 4) Hopes are happeningour desirefor peace come and the drought endin touching rain Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 5) Knowthe changing endtaking many desires some dreamsto bewithinme Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 6) It’s a yellow dayscenic burning fall the wobbling mouthof the bayand voices are quiet all Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 7) The waiting wondersof beginning springs the warming landglistening sensesof invisible marvel sparkling waves of riverscreating life Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 8) The afternoon sunrepose quietlyin to the marsh and blue reflected water with ascending shadowyemerging from the trees Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Picture Poems 9) Smell- running silky colorsawakes from death the freedom of earthsoul of peaceand harmony cries of love Peter S. Quinn


#15 (From, Poet On Www) we arecrossed starsof time interfering in desiresnever touchinga cloud changes crashand run Peter S. Quinn


#16 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Sunshine comes and sunshine goes,Gently shines on earth;Life that bears fruit steadily grows,Carries love from birth.Flowers without sun and rain,Have no colours to show;They are dried and try in vain,To let their blooms glow. Sunshine comes and sunshine goes,Gentle nurtures life and heals;All on earth comes in a dose,Love is what one feels. A broken heart gives man pains,Follows him - where he go;Stresses up with its strainsEmotions: friend or foe? Peter S. Quinn


#16 (From, Picture Poems 1) the symphonyof the blue open skyand waving oceans is like a desirecarrying eternally on Peter S. Quinn


#16 (From, Picture Poems 10) The changing waysand outward goalsare within inwards and upwardstowards those stars only desire's seeing Peter S. Quinn


#16 (From, Picture Poems 11) A wounded walkafter love battered mindis longing stillfor somethingto come again Peter S. Quinn


#16 (From, Picture Poems 5) Frail seasonreturning winter's fingersrunning through those gray eyeslovely afternoons Peter S. Quinn


#16 (From, Picture Poems 6) Glowing spherelight of goldthe candle playsfrom in the deep harmonywith vowing rays Peter S. Quinn


#16 (From, Picture Poems 7) Don’t confuse yourselfwith life's thoughts for plans and goalschange ones mind forgets yoursearch and try Peter S. Quinn


#16 (From, Picture Poems 8) The glassy rayson the surface of seawith waves it playsfor things to be Peter S. Quinn


#16 (From, Poet On Www) lover's tattoosflat-black darts made in yearsin looks and taste like playing pianoand watching soft trees Peter S. Quinn


#19 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Moonlight shines in my eyes,All my errors all my tries;Distance drumming in my ears,Can't we give and share. Rivers flowing wide and fast,Nothing shall forever last;Sun comes up and sun goes down,Sorrow is my gown. Like on stage I feel today,Nothing inside feels ok;Why do you do this to me?- You are all I see. Peter S. Quinn


#19 (From, Picture Poems 1) gift of liveswith symbols coloredexquisitely and solid like fabric or glassarchitecturegracefully composedlike period-polishedstone Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Mists of clouds are everywhere,Dust from wheels of time.I long for you and still care,Brawl has passed its prime. The mirror shows me your face,Even though you aren't here.I remember your caring ways,You are to me always dear. Nothing leads to emptiness,What will others say?Let’s start our love again fresh,Make blue sky out of grey. Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From, Picture Poems 1) between ourselveswere adventureson childhood lawnsand grasses where Indiansand pirates went aboutcrossing every timeand oceans Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From, Picture Poems 10) The present time a purring catand a Modigliani print with window soundsof continuous traffic what a crossed moment Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From, Picture Poems 11) Careful delusioncumbersome confessions soul and bodylisten to each hum a diced lifeblack reparation condemning self Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From, Picture Poems 2) fragile is naturethe grassaltogether yellow engineeredby recent delineate interlockingembroider poemstranscendental giftsbetween the hours Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From, Picture Poems 5) Tangible flexesagain in spring time photograph momentscomfortably in memory cotton of desireinstant love to read Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From, Picture Poems 7) The stars interfere beyondheaven's fire lights crossingthe curves of time and certainly touchingthe watcher Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From, Picture Poems 8) Anything personalseems elsewhere no tingling nervesto crash our insanity or lookingfor changes Peter S. Quinn


#2 (From,100 Love Songs) Remember the way of the heart and air,Rain must fall to keep the aromas going;Time is of stream and the feelings to care,Both together like the water glowing.Love is the gifts from earth to your giving,Seeds to grow high and then flower again;Every true way worth of your own living,Nothing from there is sown then in a vain.Bouquets to be picked up loved more to trust,Everything to hold on flowers of gold;Feelings of ways that must return to dust,Nothing of earth you can keep on or hold.Water flowing - never for long it'll wait,Give drops of it's river - more to create. Peter S. Quinn


#2 Riming Haiku (From, Poet On Www) Little blossom bird,once you summer discovered- now for fall fathered. Peter S. Quinn


#20 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) You have still the magic touch,In my heart - everywhere;Years gone by, the truest judge,Walking through the years. Listen to the sound and beat,When you walk an empty street;My love is still all around,Lost is always found. Why should we now say goodbye,When we could again still try;Fight our love back to our heart,Make a fresh new start. Peter S. Quinn


#21 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Please don't leave me here alone.Please talk to me on the phone.I still need your loving touch,Missing you so much... Like a flower in the sun,All my love goes on and on;Clouds in skies are turning grey,Darling won't you stay... Starry starry starry night,Try to see what's wrong and right.If you leave and go your way,There won't be more day.... Peter S. Quinn


#22 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Beautiful morning so sweet,Summer is blooming all out;I saw in my garden, weed,- Growing there about. The greenest of tree is you,All love is so tender now;The tone inside me is blue,O unlucky crow. Why must this be always so,When skies are so clear and great;Why must my heart now lay low,Is it all too late? Beautiful morning so sweet,It's raining inside my heart;I'm walking a lonely street,Why must we depart? Peter S. Quinn


#23 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Da da da so slippery,You don't have a trust in me;Living your life far apart,Known not true love's heart. Stones on the road going nowhere,Only grey feelings inside there;Can't you see how tall this is?First you'll try - then wish. I've your number in my hand,Should I phone - try to understand;Something that I said or did,Just tell me what's fit. Peter S. Quinn


#24 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Darling past is past, always,All your moods and turning ways;Ships on seas that don't return,Flames in heart that burn. Were we just two stupid fools?Finding out indifference rules;All this talk of sincerity,Never meant to be. Is fate playing tricks on us?So we'll find out about loss;Baby, I am still born a fool,My heart you still rule. Peter S. Quinn


#25 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) O roses are sweet and true,I am now feeling so blue;Because I am missing you,All the bliss is gone. Stranger in loves paradise,Mournful shadows in disguise;What we had never dies,Can I carry on? Moon is full and lost in night,Falling stars are burning bright;Only darkness nowhere light,Loneliness has won. Peter S. Quinn


#26 (From, ‘what's Really Happening – In 54Numbers’) Rotten apples in between,Is this just another dream?Daylight's going out at last,Past is now just past. Waiting still in disbelief,Sorrow darkness all this grief.Stars have fallen from the sky,I still ask me why? Love is still my only hope,Can I manage can I cope?Was your love another lie?I can't say goodbye... Rotten apples in between,Is this just another dream?Life is moving onward fast,I must learn to adjust... Peter S. Quinn


#27 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Heard you on the radio station,Singing to the entire nation;Songs of peoples love and pain,Sweet soft loving Jean. When we were kids still at school,And puppy love was so cool;We were often in itchy flame,Playing the looking game. Where has all of this gone now?It has drained all up somehow,Glowing eyes sweet puppy love,Two little turtledoves. Peter S. Quinn


#28 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Wishing stars that never died,Teardrops that never cried;Why are you so indifference?Give no love a chance. Pearls are shattered on the street,There is just this feeling of greed;People walking from their past,Nothing ever lasts. Bishop in the chess game died,Inexperienced love got fried;Lovers double crossing all,Love's a mending wall. Wishing stars that never died,Teardrops that never cried;Bygones are so painful, yes,Life's a game of chess. Peter S. Quinn


#29 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Take a ride in moonless night,Show your depth of love and might;It's a struggle it's a fight,These feelings inside. The entire world's a love story,Full of coruscate and glory;Of bruised hearts we are sorry,Love goes into night. Glimmering thoughts wonder stars,Folks chatting in coffee bars;Souls are kept in little jars,Give me love that's right. Peter S. Quinn


#3 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Come again into my life,Come again to my heart.Forever is here when you arrive,Let’s begin a new start. This is all I need to say,This is what my life's about.We have to meet each half way,Find ourselves inside the crowd. Just like water runs to sea,So my heart will look around.Just feel the love inside of me,Where feelings are forever found. Peter S. Quinn


#3 (From, Picture Poems 1) desire waverelieving thoughts something never heard maybe somethingsomeone whisper's a thoughtdelicious to the mindand you Peter S. Quinn


#3 (From, Picture Poems 10) Cactus flowersin spring are found nature's lovely time of new growingcolors Peter S. Quinn


#3 (From, Picture Poems 11) Illusion the circlesof mastery open to the worldnot shown entwining eyesand masked Peter S. Quinn


#3 (From, Picture Poems 5) Awaken desiredelicious firemoon over cliffs song in my soulwaking up dreams of night Peter S. Quinn


#3 (From, Picture Poems 7) The rimingblue sky life's old symphonyoceans of open notes eternally young Peter S. Quinn


#3 (From, Picture Poems 8) Describingfoolish talking with wordsin thoughtlessphrases is like catchingnothing at all Peter S. Quinn


#3 (From,100 Love Songs) Forest of my heart are the flowers spring,From the seeds of love and pure ashen;Like a bird of wildness he comes to sing,All the songs he knows of true compassion.Covered by the clouds and dreams far away,From the forest of the evening in blue gown;When the twilight comes and dance from the day,And through the night of stars until new dawn.Waking in the hours with above glow stars,Tinkling their light from the distance beyond;All the feelings from the inside that are ours,Nowhere from the outside rise to respond.Everything is within from true love to give,Find out the ways to go much further and live. Peter S. Quinn


#3 Riming Haiku (From, Poet On Www) Timeless star-flower,From sunshine to shower- Every single hour! Peter S. Quinn


#30 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Growing love is always best,Extremity laid to rest;Birds have flown from the nest,Will you likewise leave? Raindrops counted before dry,Fallen pearls from cloudy sky;I keep asking myself why,All this worldly grief. Rainbows colors of beyond,My love is to yours now bound;What was lost is forever found,Stand by your belief. Peter S. Quinn


#31 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) I have watered under dust,I've skimmed the deepest sea;Seen the gold turn into rust,Inside you and me. Words and whispers confident,Creeping shadows all unite;Darkness from the cold and night,Here with me abide. Angels gone to fame and light,I was behind the stages;Shifting shadows into fight,Those were outrages. Peter S. Quinn


#33 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) I'm summertime to your heart,Don't take our love all apart;Drifting clouds and we depart,Grow your seeds with care. Forests of souls can not park,Hound dogs of past to them bark;Gone are sweet tunes of the lark,Heartbreaks I can't bear. Rivers of love gone and lost,Our affection almost at frost;Feelings inside all out tossed,Heart's stones inside here. Peter S. Quinn


#35 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Cyber song I send to you,How I felt when I was blue;Because my heart's always true,Feeling unlucky. I know you're a star today,My love's nothing more to say;But that doesn't make it ok,Dreams never to be. We have drifted far apart,Passion turned to a cold heart;Can there be a second start?We both are now free. Peter S. Quinn


#37 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) When I heard the news today,There was not much I could say;About how everything is going- Disregard's growing. Why you left I cannot say,Thought we had it all okay;Then you were just gone away,On this lonely day. The outside wind is blowing,Past memories still flowing.Passion dreams can never stay,For ever and ay. Peter S. Quinn


#38 (Ffrom, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54Numbers’) O uneasy memories,Wind breezing through the trees;Lonely times again are here,I thought you'd care. Love is like a growing breeze,Some get lost others it frees;I see your past everywhere,Wounding like a spear. I won't beg and I won't please,Even try to make up peace;Even though you were quite dear,Through our loving years. Peter S. Quinn


#39 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Thinking hard and honestly,Why you broke up out on me;Losing love won't set me free,It hurt when we split. Now I'm all alone and gone,Can't keep carrying like this on;Losing out on all lives fun,'Cause of what you did. Self pity is this all about?Banging in my chest so loud;Playing with my mood and doubt,Breaking me by bit. Peter S. Quinn


#4 (From, ‘what's Really Happening – In 54Numbers’) I came to this world old,Alien is my second name.Like a gust from darkness cold,Is my ravish loving game. She was innocent and sweet,Full of youth and tender look.I found her on a lonely street,I guess it was just pure luck. Was it stains of blood on me,When my thirst was dry.I was just setting her free,Never meant to say goodbye. Peter S. Quinn


#4 (From, Picture Poems 1) remember love and be blessedwith a treasure that is mightyand delicious remember lovethat walked and found you Peter S. Quinn


#4 (From, Picture Poems 10) Listen to the voiceof the wind rumbling across skiesawakening mountain peaks from sleep and snow Peter S. Quinn


#4 (From, Picture Poems 11) Taut white spherecould they sleep in dark watch the shadows soft playswith misty yarn bow that surface light Peter S. Quinn


#4 (From, Picture Poems 2) sign of the daycrystal snowdreams in the alley fur mink coatsand blue homeless love a colorful blend Peter S. Quinn


#4 (From, Picture Poems 5) The goldenarcherdraws hisglowing rays from the chariotof lightfilling withtomorrow's days Peter S. Quinn


#4 (From, Picture Poems 7) The old searching seaprogressing to land day and nightthe tide glidesthe sand rushes in and out Peter S. Quinn


#4 (From, Picture Poems 8) Things of twoin morrow's gold plays one is you the other the rays Peter S. Quinn


#4 Picture Poem (From, Poet On Www) picture in the skya night of soul fire deliciously holdslove to anothermoonlight burning ice heart Peter S. Quinn


#4 Riming Haiku (From, Poet On Www) Butterflies - awayTo a sunshine brighter day,-Autumn's applique! Peter S. Quinn


#41 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Shifting hours growing heart pain,Love's walked out down the lane;I have search but all in vain,Winter's growing long. Curtains down tempers bound me,All my love is out and free;No more sunshine there to see,Just a heartsick song. Whispering in lonely hours,Autumn past and rainy showers;Earth's bound its blooming powers,Was my passion wrong? Peter S. Quinn


#42 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Enduring enduring lights,Dizziness distress and fights;World is full of wrong and rights,From people broken. Past is slipping through my hand,Some in black hole space gets strand;How can I now understand?What isn't outspoken. Jumping jack of Eros high,Catch in his net a housefly;All this fondness all this lie,Redemptive token. Peter S. Quinn


#43 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Growing clusters full of mood,Flowing tears they intrude;Loving ways refined and crude,Past is always past.Arrows wounding deep inside,Shifting away all my light;Nowhere more my tempers hide,Life is moving fast. Send a massage through the line,Telling me if you're doing fine;After you left me behind,Past is always past. Flower growing in the dark,Winter's singing in my park;I'm feeling naked and stark,Past is always past. Peter S. Quinn


#44 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) I'm moving down desolation row,Where dessert winds of mind blow;Burned loves in oblivion go,This is how it goes. Flying kites in cloudy sky;Trusting words that don't say goodbye;I have done what I could try,Passions with its foes. Scanning pictures moment’s thoughts,Unloading affection lots;Skimping all those temper plots,Torn from a red rose. Peter S. Quinn


#45 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Never knew we'd be apart,We had both the best of start;Then you double crossed my heart,When you went away. Cloudy skies and lightless nights,Broken wings without their flights;Loveless moods and endless fights,All my day is grey. Endless space and blackout holes,People drifting without roles;Biggest mountain smallest moles,What ever I'd say. Peter S. Quinn


#46 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) There are shadows and some doubt,Thoughtless people moving about;Silent thoughts in lonesome crowds,All is forgotten. Prayers from songs to the earth,Freshness having a rebirth;Love is just what it is worth,Unspoiled or rotten. Forgive any state of mind,Two together one combined;But one's heart is often blind,Life's always plotting. Peter S. Quinn


#48 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) The blue's in my heart today,It was not there yesterday;Memories keep flooding on,In my mournful song. If you remember me too,Then maybe your love was true;I see the sky is so blue,I'm lost without you. Forever, wishes dry and die,We keep moving forward on;I can't say to you goodbye,That would seem so wrong. Peter S. Quinn


#49 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Forgotten and broken chains,Memories are lost in space;Hollowness and prickly pains,My heart is full of maze. You are just the one for me,It's all I ever wanted;Like a sting from bumblebee,My love is haunted. Every sun-beam that comes up,My feelings start to explode;Drinking grief from coffee cup,Take away this load. Peter S. Quinn


#5 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) The green fields of growth,Slowly fades all our past.I remember our love and oaths,But nothing forever lasts. The lovely smile I once knew,Is no longer with me here;But when it was, it was true,Full of tenderness and care. Threads are finally broken,Though I've tried to hold tight.Words once softly spoken,Now are in different light. Peter S. Quinn


#5 (From, Picture Poems 11) Swimming fishfulfills itsdesire by surfacingthe darkand misty sea Peter S. Quinn


#5 (From, Picture Poems 5) Dark shadows playsdesire will sleep the glass white rayschillingly deep fading nowto the dark bow Peter S. Quinn


#5 (From, Picture Poems 7) View of winterthe glinting trailsof cold pounding beat cold yellow heartof frosted breathin embodied muscle cries Peter S. Quinn


#5 (From, Picture Poems 8) Passion comesto the lover's heart quick sting of dartthat is feelings deep Peter S. Quinn


#5 (From,100 Love Songs) Each the color garden summer of bloomCrossing the way to the serene of blueUp to the sky and there drifting in newCloudlet moments that come airway with roomRoots of your beat - in the giving vacuumEverything that is from inside and throughFulfilled minutes tender flickers the newSoftly and smooth like the skin of your wombRoses so red and the pinkly yellow onSummer forest sunshine our dream beyondEvery spurring instant - not to be doneFootsteps from the night soon to be dawnedLove like a butterfly that to sky wingsEternally on - in the heart there sings Peter S. Quinn


#5 Picture Poems (From, Poet On Www) contradict timesfully highlighted in essentials performance clothesof life pleasureawaits quarters of truthand soft oversight Peter S. Quinn


#5 Riming Haiku (From, Poet On Www) Cut into a tree,the faces of forestry- wilderness quite free. Peter S. Quinn


#50 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Each love is like racing cars,Driving through the final line;Wounds from losing - all its scars,Shiver up your spine. You, the driver of speed car,Formulates through the years;Rotten deals with feelings are,Making clouds from tears. Take the car and steer it well,To lives fortunes and each fame;You could likewise drive to hell,It's a speed life's game. Peter S. Quinn


#51 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) Till I hear it all from you,It isn't true no it isn't true;Softly clouds are going by,Please don't say goodbye. When you try out your look,You get variations from life;Sometimes the past gets too stuck,It's hard to survive. Try to keep your life going,All boredom passes away;There are moments worth knowing,Coming to you each day. Peter S. Quinn


#52 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) In the moonlight and the stars,I am grateful for your love;Every heart has wounds and scars,Like the moon above. I dreamt you each night and dayAnd your eyes they meant so much,Your face to me, a portray:- Magic lines and touch. Even if you leave me now,I will always be by your side;Feelings are attached somehow,- Together, is inside. Peter S. Quinn


#6 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) Sing a song of heartsick blues,Of loneliness I'm not amused.I must reload my emotion fuels,Because I'm not like I'm used. Feeling left out, unstable,Waiting for the phone to ring.Going on, I'm not able,If what we had don't mean a thing. I relied my faith and trust,In what was going on.Now it seems that this is lost,If our love is on the run. Peter S. Quinn


#6 (From, Picture Poems 1) summer windbreezes softly sending hopeand harmonyto the hummingbird love will warmthe cold air Peter S. Quinn


#6 (From, Picture Poems 11) The astral fadingcandles of the watchfuldark on golden seaare bowing Peter S. Quinn


#6 (From, Picture Poems 5) Pinned scenes high singingof awaken day's delicious gentlyconsumed dreams the soullove's fireby pain-embeddedway Peter S. Quinn


#6 (From, Picture Poems 7) A fabricationrestraint fruition the objective truthto broken intent failing allour allowed fun Peter S. Quinn


#6 (From, Picture Poems 8) Passion and feelingsbegins in Eros heart pulse that sweepswarming flaming fire scattered to ashesconstantly Peter S. Quinn


#6 (From,100 Love Poems) Rain drops falling softly onto untruthWandering ways of every occasionAnd bring in the flowing forward's spring youthTake out and sweep every old abrasionWater keeps still exquisite moments boundsThat soon will find the vaults and they divideTo have again the flowing occurring groundsWhich begun to rise with the in coming tideEvery outline is together for alwaysIn deep dark clouds or the empty vast skyOf which its one is looking to amazeBring their freshness to the splendid new ryeHave not the fair for a month of SundaysInside of each growth are withering ways Peter S. Quinn


#6 Picture Poem (From, Poet On Www) inner interest accountstogether balancing compounding heightsand heart summations our actuaryof needand appreciationthrough bonds enumeration Peter S. Quinn


#6 Riming Haiku (From, Poet On Www) The moments like waves,They one by one the way paves- some though misbehaves. Peter S. Quinn


#7 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54Numbers’) What's happening in our lives?Why have we stopped talking?Indifference's cuts deep as knives,Connection routes are lacking. Winter's here with all its cold,Summer's gone far from here.My loneliness is now unfold,I still long to have and care. I can't stop my thoughts of you,I can't let go of moments gone.How shall I survive winter through?Without your love to carry on. Peter S. Quinn


#7 (From, Picture Poems 10) In the city's circlesflowing rifts of change holding fear and defeatin the flashy beat Peter S. Quinn


#7 (From, Picture Poems 11) The shadows raysof sleepy night in morrow playswhite glowing light awaiting-fading Peter S. Quinn


#7 (From, Picture Poems 5) The bloodstained moonshrinks at the end of night sacrificed inawaken day's fire gently singinginto far cliffs Peter S. Quinn


#7 (From, Picture Poems 7) Bowed complicityrules expense recognition scoffed truthcorrect practiced making dangerfor ourselves ethics blatantly renderedand claiming someone Peter S. Quinn


#7 (From, Picture Poems 8) Pulse across deep feelingsshadow sweeps the spot hanging thunderboltstranquil to peace self-consuming futurefancy veneer flame Peter S. Quinn


#7 Picture Poem (From, Poet On Www) keep nervesof heaven in lightsfloating till end to-night seemsin peaceand waitingfor a moon Peter S. Quinn


#7 Riming Haiku (From, Poet On Www) Butterflies and dreams,In music the river streams- Through life and esteems. Peter S. Quinn


#8 (From, ‘what's Really Happening-In 54 Numbers’) You left my heart in cold and pain,You never said goodbye.I tried to find you again in vain,But never could, how hard I tried. And as the rain keeps pouring on,Shadows creep along the way.There is no moon there is no sun,There's no light there's no day. Can't we try another fresh start?Without risking everything.A lonely man with a broken heart,Can only of his sorrow sing. Peter S. Quinn


#8 (From, Picture Poems 10) Barefooted you camelaughing with desire morning hour softand foreign Peter S. Quinn


#8 (From, Picture Poems 5) Fire of dreamshigh in the day'sclouds gently wakeat softly night Peter S. Quinn


#8 (From, Picture Poems 7) Tomorrow’s roadthe walking waysamongst the cobblestones ancient love's starlighteternal enough to bea disenchanted song Peter S. Quinn


#8 (From,100 Love Songs) Come here into the night of distances FarwellThe seraphs are trooping on and on all thereIn its long forgotten road of its many foretellThe moments they come and go in their blareClouds of many moods the kisses beyondWith the whimpering footsteps that you seeStopping of the rivers that flowed on and donnedInto mystic of the everlasting deep seaWhere have you been in your wandering days?What have you seen with these flowing dim eyes?The night is so different in its many waysUnseen to the most what in outset there liesRoads are going forth for the travels to goInto other moments - another row! Peter S. Quinn


#8 Picture Poem (From, Poet On Www) creeping raysover pines like color turnsof glaring fields sunshine cloverand silver ambertouching and glowingthe flowers Peter S. Quinn


#8 Riming Haiku (From, Poet On Www) Light and gray darkness,Twilight's silences endless- Luminiferous! Peter S. Quinn


#9 (From, ‘what's Really Happening – In 54Numbers’) Lust and love is everywhere,It keeps on burning, in my skin.I see your face here and there,But forgetfulness soon shall win. Treason's for our love begun,When I found the 'drugs of joy'.Thereon started lust and fun,For a party zone driven boy. If you drift to my cloud one day,Don't mind, if I've forgotten you.My ship did leave your 'home bay'And feelings, we can't renew. Peter S. Quinn


#9 (From, Picture Poems 2) blue rivers of lifewith woodsand snow painted on canvaswith hands of love reaching in to hearts Peter S. Quinn


#9 (From, Picture Poems 5) Weaving white goldlight the shadows hold morrow's daysglowing rays sleepin deep Peter S. Quinn


#9 (From, Picture Poems 6) Starry dayslonely ways lifetimesreaching soft and silkychanging moon Peter S. Quinn


#9 (From, Picture Poems 7) Broken heavensburning mornings forgotten waysfor cornered truths fading songof trodden blooms Peter S. Quinn


#9 (From,100 Love Songs) There is a reason to give and to goAll of the temptations of every eachThe fingers that smoothly feeling will teachAnd give every touch their intimate first glowEvery reason beyond in the new flowThat comes like an echo of clouds breeze blowThe roots of the morning that to your reachColors your ways and some shades bleachLittle words sending into the found heartLike flames that do flicker before they're lostEach the gusting on flowing with their rampartThe memories twisted inside and tossedEach the future of hope that comes here stillMoments of luck the hours thereon fulfill Peter S. Quinn


#9 Picture Poem (From, Poet On Www) transparent silentlines in vast connection a window of soundsslicing throughthe ear combine imageblank empty around Peter S. Quinn


#9 Riming Haiku (From, Poet On Www) Go from here to there,To mountain tops everywhere- Be the brave and dare! Peter S. Quinn


.- Haiku Summer had it allbefore it lost its colorsnow winter hollers Peter S. Quinn


.-. Haiku the shadows dancingin halftones of leafless treesmorning coming soon Peter S. Quinn


..- Haiku love songslike the wind in Septembermemories only Peter S. Quinn


.... Haiku A snowy pathand moon smiling through the cloudslight wind in my hair; -) Peter S. Quinn


...Autumn Haiku Drift to inner deep,loneliness autumn leap- summer goes to sleep Peter S. Quinn


...Haiku the summer is gonelike the fallen forest leavesin winter's garden Peter S. Quinn


.haiku. May darling so youngin its reddish morning glowwith a song to sing Peter S. Quinn


.spring Haiku spring came like a foxwith the rising red of dawn- tipped toed on my lawn Peter S. Quinn


.winter Haiku Leaves of red yellowmoods of the autumn mellow,winter comes – hello! *(Hello winter, depression moods won't take me down! ; -) Peter S. Quinn


~*~ Haiku tomorrow love songsis the space between the words~ unwritten today ~*~ *I have written many songs like these, later I will reveal myself to the earth'sheart. I have nearly only shown you here my rhyme poetry and songs but that isonly the top of the iceberg. Peter S. Quinn


‘from Rivers Of Time’ falls never endingeach thought and action bending- each of life's blending from rivers of timethrough wonders of daily mime- each our thought will climb Peter S. Quinn


…and 1/2 Mister darkness has comeWith his cold handSilhouette cuttingsAnd flowers of depression “I’ve a winter rose in my pocketand many are longing for its real smellI found it in a garden of dim flowersThat the images of the past gave I have here withinA moment with a smileI want to makeInto something with my small hands Because life is easierIf you know more than you are guessingWith everything that is insideAnd still needs to become true Like I am this for everythingAnd quite soon not as it would be more rememberedFor each this step I gave is a way to be looked atOf who first finds the smell… (a summer is leavening inside a gardenof midnight bleaching flowerspulling away every cherry dream thereinthat passed through the hours) (Inspiration: XXIX, from W [ViVa] by E. E. Cummings) Peter S. Quinn


2 All Seasonal Haiku the hardest poemis one word on everything- never accomplished but if it were donebehold only the word Ifor each and every Peter S. Quinn


2 Fragments (From, Longer Poems …) 1You have given meTime for another kiss,You have given meWhat I have always longed for;It has becomeLike the time that I missIn my memories,It runs like bliss.You are a breeze to my lips;You are like the moonlightAnd the ever returning twilight;With stars above glowing on,You are love - you are love,Yes you are love never done.You have given meMuch in this lonely winter,You have given meWhat I have longed for;All the pleasures from within,All the treasures that was dim.Always more and moreYou will glow up my night,Till my heart opens for sure. 2It's a day without luckIn this lonesome fall,When my thoughtsGet all stuckBoth the bigAnd the small;Waiting for momentsTo become right,To befallTo my wish again.Moving from the latest trendsEvery hour's a strain,If I'm knowing


I'm still not finding ways;That once wasHere so close,But I mayIn coming daysIf my fortuneDoesn't away go.I don't knowWhat I now feel,But it has somethingTo do with her;Wishes will neverBecome realUntil we bothThese wishes share,Someday they'll passBut I don't fear.I can not waitFor my heart to stand still,Though alwaysI want youSo close and near;For you are my dreamsThat someday may come,I don't knowWhat I am looking forAnd it looks likeI never will.All I can sayI am not so sureWhere my dreams are from,Maybe laterThese dreamsWe thought about hereWill grow and become true;Someday I hopeThey'll be there,In the tomorrowsFor me and you. Peter S. Quinn


2 Hækur (2 Haiku) kaffi og me? ?víkannski útskyrist ?á alltlíka árstí?ir *** sköpunargáfalíkt og eilíti? frækornvex upp og dafnar Peter S. Quinn


2 Haust Hækur (2 Autumn Haiku) fi?rildin erusofnu? fyrir næsta vorvi? gleym mér ei blóm *** ?ettingsfast er takhaustsins á skrú?gör?unumsenn er hér vetur Peter S. Quinn


2 New Year's Haiku it is then it's gonepresent turns to memories- a future begins today tomorrowall the same again this year- begin then ending Peter S. Quinn


2 Parting Haiku Now in its partingThe waves of a summer song-Oceanic seagulls What we had it wasFelicity now leaving- Like a dragonfly Peter S. Quinn


2 Poems To Another Poet... Beauty is here for evermoreAlways the same in each aspectIt is like waves to the shoreYou can not stop it or rejectFlowers to keep or to hideInto your life and your sleepUse each and each as your guideSome of the bouquets to keepTomorrow will come in earthPleasures and beauty there giveLike every time there's a birthIt is a reason to be and liveDispense no spite from a heartWith everything that's there inAlways be fresh for your startAnd every inspirations spinAs love is like beauty to keepAnd making every gloomy day goSorrow is for eyes to weepGladness is for them to glowBe both of dark and of lightThe moon and sun are their waysFeelings are of day and of nightEach in your mood there playsYour flowers to keep or to makeSprouting with shadings of freshAll seasons of happiness and aceThe muse blooms of minds enmeshBe always true in the grandeur beautyFor that's your love and poems duty ...and then I'd whisper: Dream on and never be stillFor nothing will be the sameThoughts are here to fulfillAnd giving more of your flame There is so much in your heart


That finds its way to goTunes of the fact must all startDays gone by is but a glow Peter S. Quinn


2 Spring Haikus yesterdays of greenleaves of a fallen story- scattered on spring road ~*~ I am nobodylike this summertime coming- to become the fall Peter S. Quinn


2 Ways These towers of 2 waysSide by side in gray and lightAs day to day on playsFrom colors of sunshine brightAs feeling and touching wayThe gray blue steel of timeClearance for comings of dayInside their dwellings prime These towers of high and graceAs wall of time goes onThe structures around to embraceTill moments of those are goneLike flowers in gardens’ glowThese seeds of time to giveUntil to be forgotten slowIn other times to live These walls to wall man madeIn strong steel so fineTo reach highest peak and debateTo glow in tomorrow’s shineEach wall in windows and steelLooking with modern eyesAs a day of future comes realIn reaching the open skies Peter S. Quinn


2 Winter Haikus the path lies frozenin to the blackish forest- no one walks there now ~*~ autumn songs are gonemigratory birds have flown- with few barren leaves Peter S. Quinn


3 Autumn Haikus a rainy day song,one by one the droplets fall- on withering leaves just another song,for the autumn falling rain- and old memories in the game of time,where everything is going- footsteps drift apart Peter S. Quinn


3 Autumn Haikus... A day of sorrow,in the autumn falling rain- comfort the mourners. Bless America,now in its mourning moments- to coming winter. Yesterday was happy,today is full of sorrowin autumn silence. Peter S. Quinn


3 Colors I’m the blue in blueFeelings of love to youNeeding of sky waysDreams coming up and playsSunshine golden moodClear sky truest foodAnything to believe inCalmness and steady win Yellow gold to findNever to deceive the blindTricking the fools in truthForever in glinting youthSummer of flowers smallBeaming of lights tallAnything or nothing at allFool’s gold that'll fall Red poundings of my loveSky of the eve aboveThe danger in winning youPower to come and renewPurity of your feelingEach of my hour stealingAttracting every good luckForever in love stuck Peter S. Quinn


3 Haiku 'farewell' Bring in the springtimeFarewell lonely winter road- I'll walk you later 'the stranger' There is this strangerI am always observing- In every mirror 'would you? ' If you were a flyAnd I were a lovely bloom- Would you kiss me then? Peter S. Quinn


3 Haiku (2) 'inspiration' The bluest jewelHeaven above awaiting- Our inspirations 'deep truth' The truth of ourselvesLie inside the deep ocean- We all once came from 'mirror' You are the mirrorOf your thoughts and self being- Water's icy now Peter S. Quinn


3 Haiku Poems Love and memories,through times and seasons of life- passes on and on. Today I am here,tomorrow I might be gonelike leaves of autumn. Life is melodies,and the music of its heart- but winter's coming. Peter S. Quinn


3 Haikus Gleaming from aboveAfter tempestuous nightLight from far away In winter's gardenWhere air's clean of pollutionAll colours are pure Colourful red leavesOn a bole of darkly greenWhat more do you want? Peter S. Quinn


3 Haust Hækur #2 (From, Nokkur Ny ÍslenskSmáljó?) Flygur dagur framí ham rau?brúnna laufa- haust jar?ar litir Nú falla lauf bráttog vindur ómar djúpur- í byrjun vetrar Átt hef ég laufskrú?í gar?i sumar grænum- en nú fölnar grass *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


3 Haust Hækur #3 (From, Nokkur Ny ÍslenskSmáljó?) Stjörnubjört nóttinog grasi? er enn?á grænt- veturinn nálgast Vindurinn hvíslara? haust sé aftur komi?- í laufi trjánna Nú er nóttin hljó?engir farfuglar syngja- ég sit og bí? dags *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


3 Haust Hækur (3 Autumn Haiku) líti? sem ?a? er?etta visna?a laufbla?er ?á öll mín kennd *** væri ég mánimyndi ég líka hellageislum á laufi? *** ?ú ert helling afalls konar tilfinninguó hljó?a haust nótt Peter S. Quinn


3 Haust Hækur (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Brátt snjóar aftureitt og eitt snjókorn fellur- úr dökkum skyjum Vetur hér á nyí föllnu gullnu laufi- hver man vori? enn? Dagurinn lí?urá dökkum drauma vængjum- golan kyssir kinn *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


3 Icelandic Poems ég horfien hvert ég horfier í dypt augansog skilningur eftir hverri hugsunsem ég ?ekki stundarskilningsglasi?er hálfna? einnig skilningur minnsem ristir ekki djúpt *** í upphafi hverrs ljó?ser fri?ur og ástog fri?ur og ást fyllast rósumsem ljóma af fegur? óskekulleikansí brósti ?ínu og a?eins í lokinsölna blö?insem full voru af fegur?í gæra?eins í lokinfalla blómahöfu?in *** hvítar liljur lífsinseins og saklaust andlitá grænum svör?isem moldin ávaxtarásjóna englaásjóna lífsins skuggar ei fallaá andlit ?eirra hvítalotninga fullar í nekt sinni


Peter S. Quinn


3 Íslenskar Hækur (3 Icelandic Haikus) Hér hjarta mitt grærí gar?i dagdraums nætur- vetur er kominn Ljó? er einsog blómme? rætur í gró?ri dags- blö? gömul og ny Allt er líkt hafií óróa öldufaldsins- ein báran er stök Peter S. Quinn


-3 Íslenskar Hækur (3 Icelandic Haikus) Myrkri? umvefurhrollkalda nóttina nú- í dimmum skuggum ?essi októbera?eins rétt svo hálfna?ursamt klaki um allt Nóttin svo tvíræ?í mjúklegu tunglskyni- a? ?ú undrast allt Peter S. Quinn


3 Minutes Of The Tick Tock (From, Spring ComeCome) Take or leave this gamingFor the nobody who then knowsThe slow in the roll is tamingInside haste time that flowsWaste time and give me a signTo let it come what it’s atDraw out its going to defineWhether it’s ready to go at that Somebody is always a real justGot to show up speed timeWith that better that’s already lostIn its out-a-way real primeTime is waiting minutes won't saveIt better be what you feelFollow the beat come into the waveDon’t hesitate keen on the real Keep it up and get the hopTake the line to the minute’s worldNever let go never let it stopIt’s what you all are in to this furledTick tock the time it’s waitingReady to go fast and somewhat slowEvery its sign front line statingFeeling the stroll inside the roll-flow Peter S. Quinn


3 Rhyming Haikus Mother's always bestWith her love one is blessedFeelings truest crest SpiderOh spider spiderCome again when day's brighterAnd our mood lighter MiracleIt's a miracleWinter, spring summer and fallColours to enthrall! Peter S. Quinn


3 September Haiku No 2 In autumn glowing,where all the summer dreams go- I am now lonely mother of summer,you are gone but still with mein beautiful leaves shine memories shine on,in life's autumnal gardens- I'm a fallen leaf Peter S. Quinn


3 September Haikus September to youwith its falling ember leaves- and relaxing songs Remember summer,in days becoming darker- autumn rain is here Yesterdays are gone,with gardens of memories- now ember leaves shine Peter S. Quinn


3 Vetrar Hækur #2 (From, Nokkur Ny ÍslenskSmáljó?) Ljó?i? vindbari?í vetrarins dimmu sló?- brakar í laufi Hugsun djúp dimmgrávi? skugga nætur kyrr?ar- komdu stjörnu tí? Fyrstu frostrósirá gluggum silfurglerja- ?inn ilmur hreinn er *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. - These Icelandic poems by me were put up here by requests from my Icelandicfriends – whom read these poetry pages likewise. To my English friends: All these Icelandic poems shall be translated later toEnglish. Peter S. Quinn


3 Vetrar Hækur (3 Winter Haikus) #2 Haust laufi? fellurá regnvot og köld strætin- allt hverfur á braut Veturinn kemurme? tunglskyni og stjörnum- lengra í fjarska Fótatak sumarsfjara nú smátt og smátt út- á au?um strætum Peter S. Quinn


3 Vetrar Hækur (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Tungl á lofti ereinsog líti? ljósaker- vetur er komin Dökk-skuggar dansaum regnvot stræti og lauf- um sí?aftaninn Haustdraumar á brauteinsog laufi? sem gulnar- enn vetrar byrjun *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


300 Take away this morning grieveAll is inside its lonely briefGoing on and being stillPromises never to fulfillNight gone with whispering windRowing voices in the rescindWhat comes next who'll know?Life advances easy fast or slowBroken promises someone fixedChemistries in style mixedSoaking to my skin and brainDay or two with its painThe wicked eyes shape or sizeEverything is in its disguiseSmoldering fire stormy fightAnother lonesome hour’s nightTake away those engines nowWith its brushing worrying browHooked lopsided burning wildI'm all through crooked and tiled Peter S. Quinn


4 Autumn Haikus into autumn now,lonely songs and summer dayseverything's going Haikuyesterdays are gone,our days of many colors- soon there is winter Haikufalling leaves glowing,in shade of autumn tranquil- September is here Haikumusic of summer,serene and lonely now- hello fall my friend Peter S. Quinn


4 Short Poems SplicedTo straight blade Kind—but gratingThe pleasure October songAnd noiseIn me WalkingThe now while on ~*~ On cloud fireEach certaintyOf time Nerves to goAnd shock the sun Tingling droughtTo a long life ~*~ Some truthsLike crowdsLooked with know-it-all Dizzying wisdomIn heights—of words The natural answersNext to your head ~*~


Abounding sweet roseStrength to silky whole Unbending passionless ravagesResilience with broken fall Uncertain darknessComes to life uninvited ~*~ Peter S. Quinn


4 Winter Haikus Wind is in my hair,like memories of days gonewinter is coming. I remember you,days of blossoming summer- this cold starry night. Winter blossoming,blue is its winter color- farewell autumn lane. Little bird playful,before the going autumn- soon the winter rain. Peter S. Quinn


5 Hækur snjó?ungur veturlíttu út um gluggann - sjá?ua?eins fáein spor hvítt vetrar ljósi?af brestandi hjarninuvi? göngu stiginn hrafninn flygur lágthinum megin götunarvi? fölhvítt túni? ljós skuggar mætasthver hefur betur í dagvori? kemur brátt enn kul á rú?uaf klakahröngli frostsinssnjóar meir í nótt Peter S. Quinn


5 Rhyme Haikus 1Dancing songs of whilesGrasping the evening styles- On the horizon reels 2Day to day nothingOnly silences bluffing- And cloudlets ruffling 3Peaceful going wavesOn the riverbed braves- And my longings craves 4Easygoing spring breezeThru the old leafless trees- Gust winter dillies 5Time is now leavingIn distract little cleaving- Of moments weaving Peter S. Quinn


5 Rhyming Haikus 1Darkish red red roseIn the evening spring glowsA petal dropp goes 2What lies there beside?In its winter wear and glideThoughts pounder abide 3Little seed betweenNow in summer beautiful seenAir a friend has been 4Rainbow here to longIn a winter frosty songWhite in gray still strong 5Spring is still comingIn kitty dreams and longingAnd barrels humming Peter S. Quinn


5 Winter Haiku Now they are all whiteThe roses in the window- In spring they are gone One and one lonelyTrack by some going under- The new fallen snow White snow flakes fallingAnd whirl all around the ground- In the blowing wind Outside is winterDay's just a little moment-Of brightness and heat The raven flies lowI hear when he is cawing- A ray of hope there Peter S. Quinn


7 Autumn Haikus day has become nightwith faraway stars to reach- tomorrow comes soon blue autumn light moon,you are not looking at me- I am so lonely here comes dark autumn,with yellow falling leaves- and old memories twinkling nighttime stars,blossoms of darkish winter- and eyes I once knew tomorrow comes soon,but tonight is here stillwith its memories I remember you,like blossoming summer daysin my infancy love is like autumnwith sprinkles of raindropshere and there falling Peter S. Quinn


7 More Autumn Haikus melancholia,those days of our gone summer- never forgotten our hours of summer,with all summer birds singingtheir love melodies be with me always,in my heart memories- to make tomorrows my lotus blossom,your flowers deep and still- opening to me my summer flower,your seeds are still with me herein my spring garden summer rose fallingto autumn still and darkness- become memories you are still with me,as you always were before- carnation flower Peter S. Quinn


8 (From, Picture Poems 11) Winning the hourmorning timein dew innocent lookinginstant stilland moving on Peter S. Quinn


9 (From, Picture Poems 11) Morning bloomedof remembered times when your blue eyesfound me again and won over Peter S. Quinn


A Bird Has Flown Away A bird has flown awayInto the bright new skyTo give its shining dayFor earth in quiet high Dark is deep like oceanIn its forgotten pastEach hour of its erosionLeaves of a fallen rust Clouds are now swayingTo give the blue its glowAs ray in clouds are playingWith more and more to show On to the faraway horizonBy the waves of the seaMy thoughts shall run onLike everything that's free And bring the splashes deepThrough flowing billowsAnd those fresh moments keepIn tides of past gone flows Peter S. Quinn


A Butterfly I See A butterfly I seeOn a bloom blossomFlying on so freeOh how life is osomeMaking life an artSoon there will be springNature in its startWith the birds to sing Yesterday was coldIn its whitish foldRain is now fallingSeeds from earth callingIn its clear dropsUntil winter stops Life is full of turnsComing here and givingHabitats and learnsDay to day livingLove in lives cloudsSinging freshly waysStreets of many crowdsIn its coming days Refrain:Yesterday was coldIn its whitish foldRain is now fallingSeeds from earth callingIn its clear dropsUntil winter stops Peter S. Quinn


A Clock In Time My song has gone to lonelinessIts freshness is rustic and oldThe window sings in wintry windFor memories that can not holdThe hour is now in to nothingnessThough not everything has been toldFeelings are out and vision sealedInto a dark shape that now unfolds You have not my heart learnedNone new is to be had hereOnly moisten eyes confrontingOld corners to know and seeAnd bridges to fit themselves burnedIn to what does appearA wall of reflections huntingOf what has come here by to be My song has gone to its pastCrumpling like loose molarsAnd bringing back here to each castTheir aged siding paintworksFor days have gone in to their lastOf lights and sketches returningA clock in time - a mirror glassedI am still alone here yearning Peter S. Quinn


A Day Is Always In Farewell A day is always in farewellThat emerges from the risingIn misty of its own spellAnd hours of true disguisingTo catch a boat that then sailsYou'll need to know of landMany are the shores and trailsTo come there to understand Each voyage takes you on a tripOf perceptive and discoveringDon't let a chance from you slipFor its aims are in the uncoveringAs every distance is an illusionFor tidal waves to move and slopeAnd give you some of its confusionSo hold securely on to your rope Each day may be of rain or shineOr circumstances chimera doneJust hold on to your kind of lineAnd every battle may well be wonThere is a saying in new beginningThat everything's standstill or oldYou only need your ways of winningAnd to that endeavor always hold (from my Album: Something More) Peter S. Quinn


A Day Is Leaving The birds have flown togetherAnd found their ways at last.Day is nearly gone into the forest darkWith passions the hours gave,And gracious moments awhile agoWith the river into the deepIs passing remembered moments on Flowers in white and purple red,The transmitting colors of life,With leaves soothing each pathThat comes above in air perfumes,Flying with the wings of the birdsInto the inside dreams foreverBetween daylight and the evening dim. No more these together courses will goInto the days that will come by,For this reality will soon be only yesterday.Now dancing in the sea sun fireOn red yellow beams iridescent waves,Where time stands still for a momentUntil it's gone forever to the night. Shining water, seeds on the waves -Eternally blooms of earth bosomsCommitted to the heart once more - differently. Peter S. Quinn


A Day Is Next a day is nextto a night that's gonewith colors complexto carry hours onand nothing is for realjust what you feelgoing on a flower is madeto carry true summerand then it shall fadein autumn's honorfor nothing will stayonly go to dustunder the sunso much is of everythingand nothing is trueonly complexes bringor make up some newand let it then goon to the lostwhere all's done and this all is lifewith much still morework along and strifefor nothing's suretill end of its dayand pale of its flowercomplex become graybefore it's gone Peter S. Quinn


A Day Like Night Is Hers A day like night is hersOngoing stream of emotionA heart beating that steersLike the waves of an ocean On to a dream to castThe faces of love song tryAll the beats that will lastOn to the evening sky Her thirst for more pleasureIs always under her skinA touch of closeness treasureThat she has born within Peter S. Quinn


A Day Of New Hope Is Breaking In (From, Myspace) A day of new hope is breaking inFilling the sky of true blueGiving freedom a new kind of spinNow the rest is up to me and youThe faraway glowing horizon lineIs building up hope on new dreamsThat came with the morning sunshineWhere glow in glow freedoms all seems Past is now gone into darkness of deepFilling dim woes with lost shadowsNothing in dimness now is to keepOnly the morning that freedom showsFor a day of new hope is breaking inFilling the sky of true blueGiving freedom a new kind of spinNow the rest is up to me and you Yesterdays lost that were in desperationTaking away the grieving they madeEverything come in a freshly laudationAfter time loses vexation jagged blade Peter S. Quinn


A Delightful Thought #ii A delightful thoughtBecause of its pearly glowAlways with winter is caughtOf icily frosty snowThe footsteps of summer doneNow in this darkness rideCarrying its quietness onPeaceful thoughts that now abide What is this darkness for?If not to search and findWhat a tomorrow shall storeWhen all this cold is behindThrough paths of joyful strifeGlistening glowing lightWhen back come spring's lifeWith every colors bright Winter is moody nowDark and lost in waysThrough its deep abyss browThat in dream weaving playsDelightful summer goneWe shall see again next yearBut winter's often much funWith our snow angels dear Peter S. Quinn


A Dream A dream that is everywhere thereAnd going still forwarding onA flower in seaside near whereThat carries the seed waves onA lust of life in the mistWheeling time's clocks goingCertain amount of uncertainty twistCorner at a corners wind's blowing You and I making a new turnInto the depth of life's eternityYesterdays evening to yearnPassions that come here to beWhere are the waves of endless tides?Motions that are coming to and froBillows that on the ocean glidesSomething you need now to know Don’t bring your time to wasteEverything must come now or leaveOpportunities they come in hasteStopping while you think and retrieveNothing is like the inspirationCatching each and every thoughtWhat comes out of your gradation?To be something that you ought Peter S. Quinn


A Dream 2 A dream that I have foundFrom in my heart aloneComes here again aroundAnd feels like weighting stone It is of all feelings trueAnd gives as much to tellBut its what it will doThat makes its weighty spell And I therefore am in dimOf what this song might beWith full of its acronymThat I cannot thoroughly see Its wings fly in the nightAnd gives me dim metaphorI cannot sketch its lightNor know what its song is for It goes here its own wayAnd I find its travel bemusedI hear only its wings playBut still I am all confused Peter S. Quinn


A Dream Going By (From 'Meet The Moments') We always hadOur dreams going byWe always had loveComing here throughAnd when gray cloudsFilled up the skyWe always could countMuch upon us twoOur feelings were alwaysTouched by the heartIt gave us somethingWe both could understandBut now when the momentsHave drifted apartAnd some are goneThat we once did command We always had moodsOf low and highWith anything that madeIt on to the blueWe did not ask questionsWhere or whyBecause the answersWould always be newWe gave each hopeTo find and startDrifting on throughIn its precious grandSome of our love waysWe found in counterpartLike pebble stonesOn smooth surface sand We always hadMany dreams going byWhere we twoWould meet half awayLike reaching through


And finding bluest skyAnd meeting fresh loveThat was here yesterdayAll the answers cameAnd sometimes did goFinding their new wayTo become more or lessAnd before it was overWe both would knowHow ways could turn outAnd be a hopeless caress Peter S. Quinn


A Dream Within A Dream (From, Illuminating Night) A dream within a dream,So lonely in the autumn still;Wishes going in the air stream,Never again to fulfill. A dream within loneliness,The moments we once had;The day is now flowerless,Down this entire winter pad. A dream within a stone,So hard and cold of all;The feeling when we are alone,A day or two of appall. A dream within the past,From nights that were before;The thoughts that didn't last,And are therefore no more. A dream within a reach,That once was staying here;And nothing left to teach,Or nothing gave to share. A dream within a thought,That we once knew of some;But time moved on or bought,And never again is to come. Peter S. Quinn


A Dreamy Wish Dusk is falling shadows growing,Love is calling with its glowing;As the light dims all away,When the night lulls asleep the day. Site by site the dark and night,The dwell of lust in dimming light;The desire of love that ever is,The burning flame of a dreamy wish. All the glowing is now going,For darkish moods now are flowing;Until tomorrow awakens again,I'll get up, but only until then. Site by site the dark and night,The dwell of lust in dimming light;The desire of love that ever is,The burning flame of a dreamy wish. Peter S. Quinn


A Feeling Or Perhaps Its Bliss – A Song My home is where my home isWith something inside its clearA feeling or perhaps its blissOf something wonderfully dearA glass within a glassy wallThrough nobody's but my own eyesEach day short-rained in its callWith collected faces in disguise The midair temper of each tideThat's flowing ongoing to pleaseEach shadow dancing in its strideWith anything one there seesLike something of a dimension's ownImaginations like the bluish moonThe many faces that aren't shownThough you will notice them soon My home is where my heart isWith all its compartments storesEach way that let up blindingly thisTo make the senses to yoursAttachments that might please a fancyOr bring them to their own fallsFuture entered and exorcised in dancyWhenever to opportunities it calls (I am a poem said the poet, and the world is also poetry. All the best, From Peter S. Quinn – who uses rhymes to make music Google 'Peter S. Quinn'


“Let the new wave come and rise to billow” …and thanks to everybody who found the time to write some comments, I’ll beback soon) Peter S. Quinn


A Flower For Honey Rose A flower for Honey Rose,Oh so sweet of fragrance;Even in a small of dose,May you never blanch. Your summer be endless,With colors and shades;Ever so new and fresh,Blooms that never fades. Peter S. Quinn


A Flower For Honey Rose (From, Shorter Poems...) A flower for honey rose,Oh so sweet of fragrance;Even in a small of dose,May you never blanch. Your summer be endless,With colors and shades;Ever so new and fresh,Blooms that never fades. Peter S. Quinn


A Flower In The Fall (From, Shorter Poems...) A flower in the fall has witheredThe colors that breathed so free,For summer songs are now all flownAnd lifeless's each bloom and tree. Now winter's comes in colored grayAs gloomy clouds above are flying,I can't forget a bloom from fallAnd see it still as it lay dying. When the warmth will come againWith spring bosoms green and right,I'll remember that withered bloomThat gave yesteryear's colors bright. Peter S. Quinn


A Flower Is A Lovesome Thing A flower is a lovesome thing,For it so much inside pleasures bring;And spaces are there whole apart,Everywhere there's a beating heart. Give a day or two for each and each,Some of love this feeling will teach;Give a mood or take it then all away,There are no more of thoughts to say. Stranger you can find the new route,For all your strangest feeling to breakout;To another and a different time in time,Be it a way or a thought so sublime. A flower is a lovesome whole;An enchanting way to your lonesome soul,A garden within the different cosmos;Freedom and beauty along the comatose. Give a day or two for each and each,For its beauty to you will then reach;Give your heart a meaning and a reason,In all the coming new pleasures season. Peter S. Quinn


A Flower Of Blossom Dim I want to touch your inner wingWith a kiss of my darkWhereas the hours of night singWith tones of the larkA flower of blossom dimMy heart on to you will tryWith emotions of whimsy whimThat opens up winter sky Oh hold me in darkness longWith flowers of blackness blueAnd give me your night love songThat comes with a cleansing thruWhat have you here given me?That is from the other siteAnd becomes in my fluid freeWhen we our love have tried Sweetness so ever in deepFrom roots of the fallen heartOurs forever to keepWhen lights again shall startTrust every footstep's embraceThat beats the stoned road onThere are many turning waysTo get back when lights are gone *There's darkness outside, so here's another poem to the lark’s singing Peter S. Quinn


A Flower Of The Mind A flower of the mindFrom inside to beWhere fortune you will findTo set each creation freeHolding it up tightA head for its thoughtAnd bringing it rightThat marvels have taught Seed of its purposeFrom the first riseLike a multifold roseReaching to new skiesEach step is a swiftThrough tides of creativeFrom wings up to liftEach newly approbative The earth is its criticIn molding headstoneFrom stance analyticTo the purest of toneThat gave each the crudeIn making brave artWhere sketch is its moodA plan of fresh start Peter S. Quinn


A Flower Will Grow And Grow (From, The CompleteCollected Poems Of Strains) A flower will grow and growAnd give every petals showOf love colors up and closeIn shades that to summer flowsOf every nature's true choiceIs given much speculationWith every tincture’s rejoiceIn its step by step gradation Their moments are never lostThey give of their pleasure’s glowOf foliage green to yellow rustAs season in its moment's goLike blue sky in dreams highFollowing new twilight's dawnWhere every our fortunate lieTo carry our good judgment on A life is like a flower of livingGrowing its leaves from steamEvery its laudable there givingBoth of reality and of its dream Peter S. Quinn


A Frosty Song A frosty songIn every walking wayNow I will longFor a new summer dayEvery cold outsideWithin flickering shadowsOn the moments glideInto moonlight glows Faraway in the pastAutumn’s golden leavesUnder snowy aghastOf cold outback perceivesIt’s hard to see clearlyWhen winter goes onIn its gloomy austerelyAnd avalanche electron A frosty thoughtBringing the past nearThat once was soughtThrough the eyes clearPlease come home springWith your freshly newSo I'll begin to singOf all your coloring hue Peter S. Quinn


A Frozen Leaf A frozen leaf is foundOf yellow golden greenOn the winter’s groundEarth and ice betweenOnce in summer gaveIts emerald foliage onRain and blue did craveIts days are now gone Fields of summer pastIce-covered earth wayExistence goes on fastLong nothing shall stayForget not the pleasuresThose once were madeColored tone treasuresEach lay and true shade Earth is full of findingsThat we shouldn’t forgetIn delight posy bindingsAnd perfect in its setBeauties of yesterdaysThat once gave so muchNow in period of graysCan still our heart touch Peter S. Quinn


A Gladness Blossom I was cheerful with my friendWe in gladness did blendIn every day and every heightThrough the dark and to light Never angry words there saidAll hatred from eyes deadOnly morning of increasing highWith its features of blue sky Day and night of feeling’s fineSummer day and more sunshineAscending through to even moreMunificent peace and not war Bouquets coming in blossoms redNow´s escalation in spring’s bedThru its happiness and primeWith its delightful way and time Peter S. Quinn


A Glimmer From Your Heart A glimmer from your heartIt's the glow you start each day,And all the others counterpartThat let you talk and be this way;Feelings are like strings of pearlsThat you draw from inside out,A thought that may settle or whirlGive assent when your in doubt. All what's true must be withinLove's a feeling glowing right on,Or the real affection can't beginFor nothing there is undergone;Only a sallow leaf in the windThat the longings still search for,And in the lives was left behindWhen summer time was no more. A glimmer from those waysIs everything you said and did,And how a heart there interplaysWhen the roots aren't underbid;You must search the sea of timeTo think a thought so differently,Love steps are acting pantomimeNothing there seems aberrantly. Peter S. Quinn


Á Götunni á götunni mætumst vi? aftur?ar gengum vi? eitt sinn á lei?me? framtí? fulla af vonumog æskunnar árin unguvi? áttum ?ar synir og stefnurog straumarnir báru okkur framá götunni mætumst vi? afturgöngumó? eftir hrjóstruga vegi Peter S. Quinn


A Heart Existent from nowhereIt gathered all aroundParticles - here and thereInside a sphere foundTime was itself withinThe gates tightly closedBefore the internal spinAnd everything aroused Galaxy flowers bearingDispersal seeds throughEternally flame steeringMaking all first and newThrobbing longest hourA heart - the mighty oneJust like an earth flowerUnparalleled one by one Magnificent inside darkAll existence from noneThe maiden eternal sparkThat carries the tides onSummer's spreading birthThe colors of a rainbowThe entirety life is worthSpecific presence - now! Peter S. Quinn


A Heart Full Of Love (From, The River Sings On) A heart full of love,Yet still unharmed it stands;Feelings like clouds above,Through dreams borderlands.Crocked with age and done,All has been said before;Now it's time to be gone,Within either peace or war. Moments unravished over,Bull's pizzle and lion twins;Top puffed feather flopover,Your old and new whiter sins.Giving the flaws of the wind,Proving it's worth of telling;Through each of its chinned,And sayings worth excelling. The stones in my pockets,Shall dazzle yours to shine;Unlock old heart's lockets,Open its ways and coastline.True to a weathering desert,Prayers with a lewd smile;Everything is within braggart,After it's been here a while. Peter S. Quinn


A Heart Is A Heart A heart is a heart everyoneBoth of joy and sorrowLove in the deep of one and oneWith days of tomorrowFeelings that go and comeJust as you and I shareBlossoming seeds every bloomAlways with feelings near A heart is a heart in beatingBouquet from the insideAll our enthusiasm treatingGiving of its fervor guideLove of the footsteps throughThat is felt and doneCloseness that becomes trueIf its devoted affection We could all always learnWhat love’s all aboutThen our heart would earnPassion without a doubtFeelings that go and comeFor every heart hereBlossoming seeds every bloomThrough into New Year Peter S. Quinn


A Heart Will Wait The day is now becoming darkWith its silver threads and liningSummer shine that once did sparkIs still from the inside shiningDreams of love and dreams of wholeIn its every gathering hoursWithin their touch and grace of soulOf the moon and its cloudlets flowers Never show your sorrowFrom the gone daysThere will tomorrowsIn street and alleywaysEvery distant coming nearWith its many opportunityThru this place everywhereA heart will wait and be To many days are still leavingAnd never to be again here trueSunshine old day we are grievingAs they go one by one here thruDriven apart and all touchedFeelings that never saw' loveYesterday gone to their clutchOr drifting like clouds far above Never show your sorrowFrom the gone daysThere will tomorrowsIn street and alleywaysEvery distant coming nearWith its many opportunityThru this place everywhereA heart will wait and be Love songs of evening just goingEverything is much like thisTimes and words never knowing


The heart is a couture of blissThe day is now becoming darkWith its silver threads and liningSummer shine that once did sparkIs still from inside shining Never show your sorrowFrom the gone daysThere will tomorrowsIn street and alleywaysEvery distant coming nearWith its many opportunityThru this place everywhereA heart will wait and be Peter S. Quinn


A Heartfelt Song (From, Shorter Poems…) A heartfelt songIs a song tender and sweet,It's of longings and need;A tune to carry onWith feeling of inner deeps,Away the darkness inside creepsAnd you feel again so self assure.A heartfelt song,Everyone reach and touchSo dear and you love so much;A passion not ever goneIf it moves on in harmoniesSo tender eyes will start to weep,Away all anger inside sweepA closer and deeper then human sees.A heartfelt songBrings sunshine with dawnAnd flowers to a lonesome lawn,It has no tone of wrong... Peter S. Quinn


A Heart's Sometimes Like An Arrow A heart's sometimes like an arrowThat gets lost on its long turning on wayOr a flying high clouded lonesome sparrowThat not for long in the forest can stayThe seedlings of the passionate going songsThat grows on the heart to each sparkling giveAnd each new aspiring passion belongsIn its fulsome ways there to onward live The colors of the truest summer blossomThe reddish with the pink shades betweenThe beauty of moments that kindle love's thoughtDelicate and decent where roots are fromEach true compartment that can not be seenIn asking questions what love is and ought Peter S. Quinn


A Lament Of A Night (From, Shorter Poems…) If I could say this to you,I love you always still;You are like a rose and a lily,And I'll do whatever you will. Your beauty lies beyond comparison,And so does all your grace;I know of no other like you,Those eyes in your pale face. If I could say this to you,And you where still here;I would surrender my heart truly,To you and only you my dear. But now I stand before you,On your grave with tears;And can only remember now,All those passed on years. Peter S. Quinn


A Leaf Of The Earth A leaf of the earthAwoken with its dreamThe spring coming birthAnd rivers of easy streamThe casting of the cloudsHigh above the landAnd to and fro crowdsSo easy to understand Imprisonment made freeOf every earthly contentWhen things come to beFull of its freshly scentWhen summer comes inFor you to kindly embraceAnd wash away winter's skinAnd each its darkish lace A Leaf of young greenThat comes with liberationFrom oldness that's beenInlying in every creationYou had to come againTo fill my heart of wonderAnd open up every your denOf growth seeds from under *(A lyric made now to my song, A Leaf of The Earth, at Peter S. Quinn


A Light In My Winter A light in my winterFor spring dreams to comeShady darkish tinterWhere my summer is fromA light in white frostFor the blossoming dreamsThose with autumn were lostIn oblivion river streams Each morning come glowingWith sunshine and dayThrough the darkness goingTo lead forthcoming wayWhen rose shall reddishSo lovesome in my bedTo bring in spring wishThrough their colors red A light in my heartTo fulfill my dark eyesFor blossoms shall startWhen there are blue skiesAnd again summer springWith each beauty of worthAnd birds in trees to singEvery song of new earth Peter S. Quinn


A Little Journey A Little JourneyOf many things newSomewhere to go and seeFor me and for you A flower so fineAnd a stone that I foundA day in the sunshineAnd us dancing around A happy time's smileA laughter and curiosityLooking around for a whileAnd just being free All that gives a good hourWith minutes playingI might search for a flowerBut I'm not saying A Little JourneyUnto the new tomorrowThat makes fresh and freeAnd forgets about sorrow Our time in sunshineAnd new days that'll comeI hope it all shall be fineIn its growth and blossom Peter S. Quinn


A Little Silence In youA little silence, In meA little silence, In us bothA little silence; That sometimesBursts into a noise, That silence outSilences, In both of our lives. Peter S. Quinn


A Love (From Shorter Poems…) Tears in my eyes over you,I am feeling low and blue;Though love is everywhere I go,My heart doesn’t care. But I try to find it here,In my trials everywhere;As I go along with feelings of my own,That is unborn or not known. Peter S. Quinn


A Love For Love To Keep A love for love to keepCan never extinguish or dieIt grows like roots deepDon't ask me questions wayFor love is just like thisThat grows the leaves withinA morning coming blissAnd hurling zephyrs spin All life is what us inspiresTo bring songs of kindnessAnd deep emotions desiresIn each new ways transgressWe're always what we awakeA light in the dismal of playConvey to empathy to takeThat has gold bars in weigh Every love is ours to sweepAnd construct to become highWhat we nurture we will reapAnd bestow from it each new tieLike bouquet of blossoms hueThe freedom is ours to createSo much is up to each acrossWhat you offer at every debate Peter S. Quinn


A Love Is Always To Give A love is always to give of and shareSomething inside of a human glowDoing what is worthy to have always hereInto the settings that never shall go'Beautiful Dreamer' - like the song we singWith each the earnestness that comes inWholeheartedly giving what we bringWith every beat motion that begin Shift with the ebb of life's concurrence waveWhere debates are stirring everyoneTill there's nothing but alone landing stageEach has abilities to misbehaveTo be the conqueror of what is wonEarning a living - revolving the page *- under construction - Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song Oh, a love was born last night,It came with the evening breeze;And in the dusky light,Above the autumn trees.Oh love sang out to me,With flowers, summer kissed;This love is always free,And longing for more thirst.Your lips are gentle, young,And scenting like the rose;Your love I'll always longFor, when ever it goes.Oh love so sweet awoke,More tender feelings in heart;With each touching and stroke,The gentle breeze did start.When wind blows its horn,And autumn goes away;New things will then be born,With more to do and say. Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song – Crossing To Night A love song of stillness now in beginWhen earth is awaken within its doubtWith icily colors coming aboutGlisten of winter with old year that's beenTraveler along in days with less lightMoods of the coldness in carillons yearInto the oblivion each thought to steerWith occasions of sunup vivid sight Crossing to night in times almost lostFeelings of transient - wingless in musingHours entombed in to the moment’s cold rimeFields of feelings heart - in winter’s numb frostMemories of yesterdays defusingUntil again there is sun rising time Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song - Forever Dance like the windFrom the mountainForever Into the hoursMonths and yearsWith the feelingsOf the wind Dance like the sunshineIn your hairFlowing golden locksTo the airOr a cloud that drifts byIn the blue morning skyFull of hope Fill the airWith your love songTill the day becomes evening Touch the heartOf the earthWith your fingersWholly in gentleness Give a love songThat renews every dayBring your heart throughWith true kindnessComing like fresh morningLittle gust without warningFull of hope Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song – In To The Evening Give me feelings to renewFrom lonely footsteps daysMy love is like the dewThat in the morning plays Bring me your sweet hoursThat comes here flowing onLike dewdrops on flowersThat in the evening is gone Let me be yours onlyFor a moment or a twoEmbossing the footpaths lonelyThat each has walked through Touch me with inside feelingThat come and go like thisAnd our hearts are stealingLike morning hour bliss Never let me here leaveInto my very lonely ownFor days will swift to grieveUntil those thought are blown Come here and be mineUntil the next day comesAnd let the stars above shineLike little twinkling blossoms Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song #ii A love's like something going or pendingThe blossoms of white colors and some redFlowers of summer often in endingWith shades of the earth in season's bled Awaken a thought and fragrances sweetLives of darkly moods under the skyIts hour in itself of passing day's greetBefore light shoots off and to dark will die Man's love is like a fire existing onThrough a hidden meaning of new morningWith hours awaken in chest of dark things Before love knows it - the desire is goneOnly in its heart lives its yearningAnd through the reach of time onward it sings Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song (From, The River Sings On) Love by the seaside,Everywhere you go there's love you know;The feelings that are right,Ease and prediction of your flow.Swinging in the air,Going to somewhere. You and I tonight,Moving fast and slow;Losing wings at fight,Knowing not where to go.Hiding from hunting eyes,Being for real free;Truth and no more lies,All what inside might be. All what you give in a dream,From there on inside grow;Nowhere in a thought seem,Moving on fast or slow.All what you love to give,When there's no one else;Dreams fulfilled to live,Futures that all foretells. Love by the seaside,Everywhere you go there's this sweet love;The shadows from deep hide,Clouds that into mist will grow.Swinging in the air,Going to somewhere. Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song For A Season (From, Even Though ThereAre No Reasons) A love song for a seasonIs to come to and shineWith love and ways of reasonDoing everything to combineIn those things that give grainFilling moments of instanceTraveling through catchy rainFor its flow going trance There are new and moments onFinding destines to tryBefore rivers are dry and doneIn their flow of going bySummer moods are here to giveWhat we know of pleasuresCircle motions that will liveOpen ways of wild treasures Love song to the nature wildWith its many turning waysLike the cobble stones are tildeIn their concrete colored graysSomething there to build and turnFrom their starting pointOn gone bridges they will burnThose connect a joint to joint Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song For The Night A love song for the night,It’s the only way to go;Future comes with morn bright,First footsteps in this glow Something is in the airGiving and taking awayEach tide has its flairSome ways will never stay The rain may be falling downLoosening the earth upWinter might stay in its gownBut love will reach its topRight or wrong from hereWe will all be moving onGive of yourselves a little shareLife will be so much more fun A love song for the night,It’s the only way to go;Future comes with morn bright,First footsteps in the glow Just like dawn comes againWith its wandering lightSearch not for love in vainWhen you have sky in its height Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song Ii We are going to be friends,Forever and ever;And going to meet all ends,Going to be together.For every day is new,In this endless feeling and touch;If you can find this too,We mean to each other so much.There is a season for every song,That comes alive in one's heart;We can’t ever be wrong,If our love is true from the start.We are going to be friends,If you can find me too;Our feeling together blends,If I am a part of you.Like a flower that blooms in spring,So shall each love grow;Love is that unbroken string,In my heart that you always know. Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song Into The Night (From, Even ThoughThere Are No Reasons) A love song into the nightThat started out an eveningPlaying with a fiery lightThose that closeness’s bringThe effect of each otherInto the desiring fulfillComing more closer togetherAfter each silence’s still A feeling that feels so rightWhen someone is in love trueEvery optical future’s flightThat goes through to renewTo remember the magical onThe perfumed gardens of nowWhen summer feelings are hereFilling its wonderment’s endow Everything we both needIn its together and feelsThis through these moments readAnd with every playing revealsLongings like songs in timeCatching the nowhere standFrom every sinuous primeIn our own live and command Peter S. Quinn


A Love Song... The night's like a day with the moonLovely at sight till morningThe beauty of its blueness gone too soonOn to the billows of yearningLike distant dreams fixed and so plainDark in its numinous glowAll is but a dream cloudlets in a chainAs daybreak awakes to grow Hours with a moon dancing at nightOn desires of clouds goingIn to the mystic of its dim blue lightFrom darkness in autumn growingYesterday's desires finding its wayIn silences of murky and its deepMeeting daybreak of a new dayWhen daylight awakes from its sleep Moon now shine on to the distant farGraceful in time so endlesslyBlue into the azure of night and starAll in its wonder and freeLove song of the dark on to the deepFilling my heart with new desireDreams of the night for eyes to keepIn a blue glow of its far away fire Peter S. Quinn


A Lullaby For Winter Obviously beautifulNursery cold winter's rimeLingering around dullIn the dark starry limeObviously for sleepy eyesPaling tinctured groundSnowy white cloudy skiesBreaking icy sound Hush hush to every bloomThat now sleeps underWinter is your frosty groomWith feelings asunderDaydreams in darkish deepThe earth in stone grayFor the hours of dusky keepWith twilight’s dim play Obviously beautifulYour seeds will come newAnd bring down frosty duelFor each one of spring trueDarling keeps a heart stillIn hours away lullabyEvery new morning shall fulfillPromises of a summer sky Peter S. Quinn


A Lullaby Of Dark Blue Sky (From The Musical, Lyrics) A lullaby of dark blue sky,Coming from a self within;Singing to another high,Past dreams there inter twin. All the whispers all that goes,Knowledge gained through reading;Still behind the mermaid glows,When green blue sea it is meeting. Joy of hearing different songs,Billows and curving waves;Now to this world all belongs,In a breath of hours and days. (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


A Madrigal Every love is ageIn their live togetherWith its thought and weighMaking pleasance betterSo much of in careBringing summer inLetting love be thereIn its passion’s spinAdour is at times strippedSo much full of nothingIn its thinking whippedWith it much of bluffingRain may fall and dryGiving some of achingMake it not worth tryIn its provoke wakingWe are here to bringWhat we can then tameIn stronger love’s groundingAnd its brighter flame Peter S. Quinn


A Misunderstanding Dance me to your own heartAnd never never let me goI have a feeling one from startAnd I think you already knowTouch a feeling as you feelLet it come easy there onHave a heart beat for realBefore your beat will be gone Does dispute come from provokeOr is it more of a misunderstandingLike the clouds above in smokeEach day the storm is commanding So much is inside for givingIf you are there to awakeLove is a touch of the livingEach plentiful what you takeDays on and feelings for otherAnything that is there madeGive love to sister or brotherAnd let it grow on not fade RefrainDoes dispute come from provokeOr is it more of a misunderstandingLike the clouds above in smokeEach day the storm is commanding Dance me to the rivers goingIn its never ending songYou might find me and knowingMy heart is made to longSo much on earth is forsakenNever to become the expectLet your dance try and awakenEverything time has neglect Refrain


… Peter S. Quinn


A Moment Of Bliss (From, Illuminating Night) A moment of blissAnd a minute of wish,Is all that I needTo move forward and succeed. What comes and goes thereLike summer time's lane,What circles in each yearAnd we must grow and attain. The flowers on the hillAnd beaches and sea waves,The days that need fulfillAnd new thoughts enclaves. Peter S. Quinn


A Morning Song Morning threads in cloudsLike fairies golden wingsAbove the drifting crowdsSunshine to them bringsFragrances in the cold airFull of colors there tooLove peaceful everywhereAlways up early to renew Silver strings and sweetheartsComing there and goingDarling's goodbye departsWaving and teardrops showingFeelings inside fallingOutside to the new snowLongings from the past callingLike a street wet glow Morning peaceful bringingHours from the lost darkWith few birds singingIn a lonesome winter's parkYou and I are walkingTo each our waiting jobSometimes together talkingSometimes for a probe Peter S. Quinn


A Night In A Frosty Glow The future is long in snowAnd everything dripping onA night in a frosty glowTo memories that are goneDreams are now inside darkFinding their own wayRestless in searching sparkAll as it may and may Days of never returningFeelings from a long pastWays of its dark burningGiving frost shadows castAll is in a way of nothingWinter's growing seasonFlickering lights of bluffingDeep in a mood of reason Roads of the onwards goneYesterdays leaves fallingDark of the deep has wonMoon shadows are callingRed glowing yellow leavesScattered here on the trailDistances and their grievesAll in the approaching sail Peter S. Quinn


A Poem For You (From, Shorter Poems…) I sat down just to writeThis poemFor you,I thought you were lonesome tonightFeeling kind of blue;Stranger things have happenedYou know,So just be comfortable in your chairYou aren't going anywhere.Because if you are,Please do tell;I would not want youTo sit here,Feeling like hell. Peter S. Quinn


A Poem To Get Old Every day that comes shall get oldWith the spinning wheels of infinityAnd age in pastimes for you and meTo give each one prosper to raise and holdStories activeness that still unfoldTo the covet to win or lose and seeThat dwells in each belonging inside freeWhereby our living thoughts come and mold So much is in context within grow charmsTo give from and spend while time is still airIn thereby courage that flows and swarmsOf comparisons to set in given shareVirtues of age for personality bendOf what it has given to comprehend Peter S. Quinn


A Quiet Dream (From, Illuminating Night) A quiet dreamThe woods are now,In silences they seemGoing away somehow. For winter glow comesGlistening in snow,And the frosty kingdomsSurely will grow. In still of nightColdness comes forth,Nothing there to igniteFrom the north to north. For winter glow comesTo give more frost on,The frosty window blossomsWill die again in predawn. Peter S. Quinn


A Quill I'm just here for a whileA quill of poetry styleMy aim is to sing a songFor dreamer to love and long To stars of the farawayIn night's symphonies playWhere our eyes meet darkIn its golden shine spark Silent moves on its goWonder ways we don't knowAll what we are of worthIn our hearts and on earth Shining brightly beyondAnd no man has ever foundWings of enduring flightTo our prayers and light Peter S. Quinn


A Road To Many Ways What feelings you have insideYou must let reach to the outsideFly - fly away never hideGive some love on your sky rideRain comes - wind blowsFeelings melt into the snowFlowers fall seeds comeYesterdays, tomorrow's bloom I wish my heart could go onDry the tears that sadness has wonPlay with your lonesome heartGive it wings make it startReach high from your down lowGive a touch in the morning glowWill there ever be someone listeningWhat your inside might bring Try on - never for a moment leaveFlow away this painful greaveEarth is a garden and wildnessBouquet assorted blooms freshJust give everything you mustTo bring this feelings into a trustNever give up your love and graceOur life is a road to many ways Peter S. Quinn


A Rose On A Piano Love is a burning fireInside and all outLife forces of desireIn the feelings aboutDay and night risingTouching hours apartAlways a fresh surprisingFrom a ticking heart Love in its tendencyIs coming and goingWings of fire born freeLike a daybreak glowingRoses of reddish shadePerfumed of the dayOnly for lovers madeAs its shading's play Love is much insideLike nothing's ever stillAges in winter hideHour glasses to fillA rose on a pianoAre yesterdays goneBut all of its hours glowKeep the fires on Peter S. Quinn


A Round I The explosion of spring,Bump bump alloy, it is here!True to its nature,Happiness goes forever,If we allow it. Lets dance together,Have fun wherever it is;Spoil us with a smile,There is no place for depressionWhen we feel springtime. All war must soon end,Just like winter loses too;Chorus of life: love,Deny not, it is, yes, trueIf we allow it. II My head - all my earth,A round and spinning object- Of thoughts, space and growth. The squares in the heart,Makes to many corners in mind;- Lets be soft and round... III A silent thank you,To all who commend with me:- These moments are yours... A silent thank you,My own earth, I have water,For rebirth of life.


A silent thank you,To people - I call to all:Remember each love. That had broken ways,But won - each on their own,For they embraced worlds Of differences. Peter S. Quinn


A Secret Opens Like A Lotus (From, IlluminatingNight) A secret opens like a lotus,Revealed on the ongoing road;This is your time and notice,For taking away a heavy load. Days are born worrying free,And all is set to the forward on;Nothing is too extraordinarily,Until it's all one time gone. What you have is to fulfill,And give away to the new;Climb over the forward hill,So futures may there bedew. Peter S. Quinn


A Simple Love Song If you want to search for loveYou won't find it anywhereNot in the clouds far aboveOnly in your heart inside hereLove is around and will stayIf you give it time to growThere is only love's one wayTo let it live or let it go Life is going slow or fastThrough the many ways aroundLaying out its indefinite castOnly in your secrets be foundGive love time to work it outMuch of it is so very personalThere is always inside much doubtWith its functioning judgmental If you want to search for loveYou won't find it everywherePerfectly it fits like a gloveIf you give feelings to shareReasons come and some will dieNothing forever lasts for longOnly you have the time to tryIf your heart will be your song Peter S. Quinn


A Small Bird Of Loneliness A small bird of loneliness is flyingThrough desolate and the many grasslandsLightless color the ways one understandsWhen some true heart is there tryingFeelings blue shores the clouds cryingAll from inside the heart truly commandsThe songs from terrestrial leavens wastelandsFeelings the grass every color drying Waters that those alone know like perfumeSurrounded and enchained to its foamsVelvets of vet fallen prairies dark flumeDryness of bleak gloomy earthly chromesEvery inner murky wearied small bloomAlone structured stamens the roots and domes Peter S. Quinn


A Song For June's Smile A song for June's smile,When love is still so young;Though summer has been awhile,To become colored and strong. Each heart is then retrieved,To tones we imagined away;When love is back received,On a beautiful summer day. A song for each my flame,Blazing in your sweetness;Though hearts stay not the same,They return new and fresh. All love is between two,Consonant to win delight;It is then all up to you,Whether it burns on bright. A song for June's smile,With passions retuning along;For each love is so fertile,Can be the best summer song. Peter S. Quinn


A Song For The Evening A Mozart is playing her violinA song for the eveningNote to note in gliding spinHer bow is tenderly singing From falling light to the darkA nocturnal dreamy layThe glistens in to the heart sparkTo fill up the leaving day Oh gold bow come and give a heartIn flowing of joyous soundThe truth of one moment's life artThat never again is found Peter S. Quinn


A Song For You I am going to sing you a song,That I heard last night;Full of whisper and soul,Both of dark and of light.It's a song that I heard,For the first time last night;When the moon and the stars,Shined on, ever so bright.It's a song full of shadows,Full of thoughts that we hide;Also things that we look for,And we know that are right.Every day and every night.Come a little bit closer,So I can sing it all through.Come and listen to the tune,So you can hear if it’s true.It’s both cosmic and strange,Full of mystical change,And it’s specially made for you. Peter S. Quinn


A Song To Her I found her in autumnIn her new blue dressEvery shade was in bottomOf gone summer's caressI knew though her songOf love that we madeWhen themes were youngAs in early blossoms grade And as the saying old goesEach blossom will seedIf its surroundings all glowsIn fertile soil without weedThe warm scent of summerGives its enchanting appealAnd to every newcomerA new proliferation feel I found her also in springWhen she wore all whiteAnd with seedlings did singWhen they turned to the lightAll new that here comesI know is of the living richesAnd with her it all plumbsWhen the dark ways she ‘ditches’ Peter S. Quinn


A Song To The Coming Night A song to the touch of the coming nightWhere the waiting dreams have some now begunIn the ahead road of timeless spunWhen the hours go by and come to their flightThere's something timeless each day goingTo evenings and later to darknessThat inspires wonderment in its caressLike feelings of interpretations flowing What charges us through to give such emotions?There is no understanding this to knowThough imaginings - are with wishes to giveWhere does each dream go after its notions?Where is its mirage in the timeless flow?Thoughts are awoken to reverie and to live Peter S. Quinn


A Song To The Road (From, Bob's Buttercups Songs) There are days that are going we have knownTo the roads of the dreams that have leftWith distances in clouds drifts that have flownIn the grass swaying of its time and bereft Many miles from their home they still longFor the days that are gone on to the roadMemories that come again and are so strongWith their ways and their dreaming in load Young hearts are now finding what they needIn many times more than the stretching mileEvery given that comes in and the days readFrom the looks of the world and its beguile You may find what you need till it’s all goneBut there are no means to bring it all aroundFor the traveling heart must carry still onIn the dust of the roads that have been found Like tomorrow is still only a dream in todayWith its times in our thoughts that are goingNothing lives till it comes to us some wayThrough the efforts of our own that is showing *These are around 500 songs Peter S. Quinn


A Summer Dream You are still there with meMy dreams of summer – now goneI have loved the times with theeAnd each you flower doneThe beauty of your blossomingWhile night was young of dayAs bird in trees did singWith early thoughts of May You are still on my mindIn your golden daybreakThough you’ve left me behindI still with your moments wakeThe mysterious beauty skiesOf the red golden burnishNow still in my pondering fliesLike some short of reverie wish The dew in a morning youngAnd colors of radiant rainbowAre still within singing strongIn darkish low winter’s browI know you will come soon againWith seeds and daylight crescentLike a goddess or an equestrienneFrom heaven to the earth sent - in the making –(Perhaps this dream is finished, I don’t know) Peter S. Quinn


A Summer Song My love do not cryEach day is just comingTo say again goodbyeIn true life's bloomingMy love do not goI want to have you still hereYou are my morning glowYour footsteps are everywhere My love I need youFor you are all my colorsThat come in summer newWhen softly breezes hollersI love each life's dayAnd many more to comeYour footsteps are in my waysYour dreams still true blossom My love you are so nearEach morning when I riseYou are still around hereIn all your joy and tiesAnd footsteps that are goneStill echo in my mindAnd carry me still onThough I am left behind My love you are still with meInside my lonely heartThough I know you are freeEach day I wake and startYour footsteps are goneBut still your memories I'll findTo carry me still onThrough thoughts you left behind Peter S. Quinn


A Sundown Delight In a sundown delightThe evening will comeWith feelings of the nightWhere darkness is fromThe hours of dreamingOf worlds hidden wideMoon colors are gleamingWhere dusk owls glide The weavings of deepWhere blossoms are blueThe lands you can't keepWhen dawn comes newEach fairytale viewingIn the faraway beyondThere is no misdoingOnly imaginaries found Each day is like a nightAnd night like day besidesFor sometimes in daylightA star above hang-glidesIt’s unbelievable seeingWhen this is done correctAnd quite enjoyable beingThere – this dream to inspect Peter S. Quinn


A Thought (From, Poet On Www) I give you a thoughtI once did know,Inside on its ownIt was there caught,From a while agoAnd was there alone. The feelings that burnIn longings that hide,And take each their turnWhen others abide. My love song and moreThat inside all is,And I am not so sureIf it's for real or a wish. The day and the nightWith thoughts that go,A dream in its flightAnd nobody does know. The instants and hoursThat comes on to shine,Feelings that are oursAnd hard are to define,Or draw an exact line. My love song and moreThat inside me is,And I am not too sureIf it's for real or a wish. The day and the nightWith thoughts that go,A dream in its flightFor nobody to know. Every part that plays


On the strings of a heart,The many love's waysThat never will start,Or break a new heart. I give you a thoughtI once did know,From inside out broughtTo a tune on the piano. Peter S. Quinn


A Time For Seeing There is a time for our seeingIn our worthwhile to rememberEvery inside of our beingLike those footsteps in red-ember Clearly not for everyoneAre the times to become real?Letting our bygones be bygoneIn the ways we lose and feel Swinging times to do and sayWhat is turning here out to be?In its clutched on to and playFor everything that we can't see Hit the ground and be deadIs the way to go here around?Someone else lies there insteadGiving of his own state and mound There are rifles to get firedWhen the banks have their carnivalAnd the poor ones aren't desiredThey´ll take their stand and fall Let me though know if still's hopeTo come our way and give aloftAnd can we hold on to that robeThough it might be from love soft Peter S. Quinn


A Time Has Now Come (From, Myspace) A time has now comeFor your voices to followWhere tides are turning fromThe days of demise hollowThose voices mean to meAnd have been before spokenThat the streets of the freeIn the distances are woken A chorus of ascendancyWith lines unrehearsedIts spring new independencyOf understanding immersedThose are in every flameThat gives awoken hourAnd injustice cannot tameOr break down its clean flower Summer is enthusiasticTo turn the key and initiateWith its autonomy and elasticTo inser the necessary weightMidnight is coming in lightAnd bold to kindle from sleepThat once was of the nightBut now is a freedom to keep Peter S. Quinn


A Touch Of Heaven A touch of heaven,Not though close and near;Such a demonstration,In darkish atmosphere.Winter moon is high,Cold is harnessing too;I need love to revivify,In this fancy curlicue. Words are only words,Full of moods to find out;What will be afterwards,Is not much talked about.But it's worth checking,Perhaps it may be too late;For the winter is decking,What autumn did abdicate. A touch of inner mood,Like tender bluish desire;Only the rightful attitude,Love alone may acquire.But words are only made,To bring it more close;What in a heart's unplayed,Before it again all goes. Peter S. Quinn


A Tune For A Rose A tune for a roseThat in summer fair grows,Like beauty in trimWhen the moody is dim. The splendid of flowersMy soul now empowers,So rich in its shadeWhat sunshine has made. You are spring's giftMy spirit shall uplift,And grows over sorrowAnd give me tomorrow. All love is with youThe freshest new true,What affection has chosenThat spring has unfrozen. You'll settle all quarrelThe summer's highest laurel,In the divine fragranceThrough its coexistence. Peter S. Quinn


A Turn In The Calling The time is now falling like freshly rainThrough the vapor of a surrounded sensualFeelings that once were in with winter's gainAre drifting away to aberrationalThe beat of its down to another goSurrounding the flowers in early springWith love that is found in its way and glowThat to a new heart so many things bring A turn in the calling of day's coming clearWith beats of tomorrow in songs to playWhen colors and shades are pending nearWith everything found in bright and clearThe secrets of summer are near-term backWith love into heart occasions bric-a-brac Peter S. Quinn


A Valentines Rose For You A valentines rose for youDay to the night and nightLet my love come here throughCarry on its heart in light Dreams are going to be trueIf love is a love like a songNow such love's up to youFor a heart to search and long Life is never as it should beIt's always more or it's lessInto the future you can't seeOnly with your heart and caress Our dreams are never to beIf nothing of love's set rightTimes will come and you'll seeThat love is just one burning light Everything comes as it goesPlayfully on and again onThe truth of your heart glowsTill the burn of its love's gone Remember a heart that's waitingAnd never could let you goThere's no time for debatingYou only need to know- What to know Peter S. Quinn


A Walk Around The Park Walk around the parkUntil you find its endThe hours of day and darkWhere some there spendIn falling flowing riversOf ticking's clock timeThat each minute deliversIn steadfast and prime Where life comes and goesThrough every out and inAnd wind in wintry blowsIn whirling scattered spinWhere love and songs are sungWith every mood and hourIn dreams of old and youngWith many colored flower And a day shall never fulfillEvery walking on throughAs nothing is there stillFor me or even for youIt goes like blinking gleamsOf every dancing themeAnd nothing is as it seemsInside this living stream Peter S. Quinn


A Walking Man In The Street A Walking man in the streetIs out on a nowhere goSomewhere away trick or treatIn a time of a moment’s flow The hours are moving a wayIn many conducts on goingHalf-filled hours and astrayWith cigarettes once glowing He walked his way so lonelyOn to the corner thereHe knew he was there onlyNo one seen elsewhere All day is a walking to nightAnd finding its way aboutHis thoughts are in a flightWith many of day's doubt A walking man looking upAnd seeing the windows stareFor a moment he might stopLook thru a window at tableware Perhaps think about yesterdayWhen his future was brightAnd then go along his wayFurther into the lonely night Peter S. Quinn


A Winged Bird Of Night A winged bird of nightComes to sing for dayIn bright song of flightAbove the forest rayHeart’s filled with loveFrom cloudlets drift highAnd sunshine here aboveThat together makes a tie Everything is in airOf exiting moment’s playLove song going thereJust for a while to staySomewhere in tomorrowWith peace in its awakeFuture places to borrowOf their offer and take A winged bird of heartThe longings in my beatFeelings that don’t departIn a walk or in its treatWith protrusion to its goDivergent tempers aboutLike sky in a rising glowBy no awareness to doubt Peter S. Quinn


A Winter Poem Time is taken away,Step by step it goes,Born to an unknown day,Nothing forever glows. Light has left againInto the deep sea,Searching’s are in vainFor both you and me. Live or let time die,What is this hope for?Do we know reasons why,Longings drift afar. I have waited long,For minutes and hours,Lonely is this songWhen a shadow towers. Beautiful morning brightwhere have you been?Now is here only nightand twilights between. How shall this long be,Plunge into the deep?Will I the sunshine see,Depress this dark sleep. (This is from an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) . Peter S. Quinn


A Winter Poem... Now the night is covering everything goneFrom autumn days of interminable and sadAs flowers of the freshness are all doneAnd every morning of rosary red we had Beautiful between the roses of summer colorsMornings of glowing torches and highThe wind of the winter now hollersAnd times of dark rivers go on by The life of old summer memories fillGlowing in clusters of times lonely moodEverything returns to this earth Days like shadows of memories stillIn its darkness all around interludeFor a year is growing old for a new birth Peter S. Quinn


A Winter Poem.... Love is everywhere,glow of its time going;days to here and there,nighttime dark glowing.In hours going to day,in its endless dancing;winter time is on its way,in the air and trenching. Life's inside a dream,what is real and unreal?Sky up high starry beam,actuality as you feel.Coming closer to the houreverything - in its go!Love is work and a flower,in each shade of its glow. It's hard to build love,but you'll have to try!With your inside plenty of,to open up your sky!There's time for everythingin its hope and finding,just come on in - for its turning.For time is rewinding! Peter S. Quinn


A Winter Prelude (From, Illuminating Night) A winter prelude,This song's going to be;Autumn will denude,Every summer tree. And then it's gone again,Like the summer breeze;It’s easy to arraign,To feelings of certainties. Peter S. Quinn


A Winter Song There's a day there's a night,All within love songs of living;Daydreams of reason in its flight!Through every story giving.Nights and days through dreams,Bringing us all closer to here;Not everything is as it seems,For the ground's in glow everywhere. Now there's winter singing its blue,Flowers of frost cold falling;Wintry moods going here through,Dreams of the night now calling.Earth in white now everywhere,Gathering blues in dim song;Showing its wintry here and there,As night becomes darker and long. Far in the dim someone is calling,Perhaps it's winter's fairy queen;As daylight is further down falling,More of her glitters are seen.Northern lights dances in green,Glow on the northern cold sky;Pearly stars webs are there seen,Everywhere on the Milky Way high. Peter S. Quinn


A Winter Song (From, Lost Song Poems) There's outside a winter's songWith frore and grayish earth,We had the summer for so longFor what each day was worth;I'll long for summer and springEach time the night gets cold,When weather hollowly will singIn winter so frosty and bold. A flower so gracefully doneThe winter's rose in my window,I'll greet you gladly on and onCherish your pearl white afterglow;I've often been in a moody downWhen darker the short day comes,Then I see frosty rose jewel crownAnd know in the cold it blooms. Winter romance and candle lightsLonging for green sweet earth,Longing for clearings sky brightAnd all what the day young's worth;How can it touch the morning flameThe winter that's gray and dark,Will not each color be there sameWithout its golden morning spark. Peter S. Quinn


A Winter Song... A day goes on and oninto a darkness night,for autumn is soon goneand all its summer's bright.Dreams of colors deepflowers of beauty too,nothing is forever to keepthat comes here through. A night of winter newin deep of trans and chill,coldness of icily througheach and all instant to fill.Dark are dreams of nightonto reflective of snow,moments in frosty sightprofound flowers in glow. Winter's now coming closefilling the light with dark,freezing's its window rosesilvery white shine to spark.Everything comes and leavestimes of awake and sleeps,moments in instants it briefsbefore oblivions it keeps. Peter S. Quinn


A Wish You Sometimes Want Bring to this coldness new summer to liveInto the darkness that follows this roadHeavy as usual is its eclipse loadWith nothing but panes frost roses to thriveThe laces of cold in the cracks of rimeHolding to moments of its dullness skySeeds that are trying to earth again shall dieUntil again spring comes in its prime Wish you sometimes want can't come throughFor the new beginning is not in yetTo rise from yield of the summer blue heightBut one day once more there will be the newComing to garden's bed with the right setTurning the winter to summer night's light - under construction - Peter S. Quinn


A Wishing Melody I am singing to the nightA wishing melodyKnock open the flightOf its measures so freeEnter the coming hoursWith a singing to understandBring on thy night flowersInside my dream command Encaging picture wallsAnd streets I am walkingThe inside shadow’s hallsThat daylight all are lackingI feel you know the factThat reality has eaten upIn each its conduct actThat makes doggerels – yup I am singing on to youThrough shallow gone waysAnd ask you to renewWhat in your musing plays!I am singing to the dawnA desiring lyricallyThat each its color be drawnIn love songs – eternally *From, “Lyric poetry refers to either poetry that has the form and musical quality of asong, or a usually short poem that expresses personal feelings, which may ormay not be set to music”. Thus, if you are writing lyrics, you are probably writing lyrical poetry. Peter S. Quinn


A Withering Rose A withering roseLike summer of blossom goes- In autumn tint glows. Peter S. Quinn


A Word Is A Yes And Sometimes No (From, The RiverSings On) A word is a yes and sometimes no,The fluttering unfinished page;A time between the lines and a go,The air of nothing and rage.The whirlwind of appearances,The trees of names and body;Among the lines and acceptances,The spirit and the cleft of gaudy. Footsteps into the next room,Will lead a way to no return;The feelings that will become doom,As the ways to flesh adjourn.Among the words that on show,Like the leaves between the white;Or the day that in silence grow,When distances have more appetite. A word is a yes and sometimes no,Though full of life in giving birth;To all the hours that onward flow,And you in your thoughts think of worth.Unreal speech in keeping still,The strands of language real - unreal;Before it evaporates to fulfill,Each of its dark corner and bastille. Peter S. Quinn


A World Of Dream In everywhere I goThe music sings and playsIn hearts that‘ll growThough nothing ever staysJust in a world of dreamA love being aroundWhere all feelings seemTo be again found So much in a song I singWith pictures of betweenA love that it will bringNowhere around has it beenA heart that is delusionLike glow in morning skyMaking futures confusionWithout a reason why Just in a world of dreamA love being aroundWhere all feelings seemTo be again foundRainbows sitting thereAll because of youMirages from everywhereGoing times through Peter S. Quinn


A Year - Oh Sweet Year A year oh sweet year is now going soon byWith moments to remember and some lostThe bouquets of memories I have crossedEach in their mood of a daydreaming highThe love that has come and made me acquaintedWith costumes and ways that I found bestEvery word sounding ways they have paintedAnd now forth in closure is laid to rest Oh words of thy muses how I love theeWith wings so lofty in brightness of daysThose through in their footsteps have walked here onEndures of thoughts forever to beWhen memories drift and to the mind playsWonderful occasions I thought were gone (*I might change this here and there… later, perhaps) Peter S. Quinn


Abandoned Sundays (From, Illuminating Night) Abandoned Sundays,Gone into the oblivion;With refined absurdities,My concealed aesopian. Playing through a heart,With a spiritual strife;Cobbling thoughtful impart,That makes up new life. Going to a Monday,With a full new beginning;Past a root of absurdity,That was before singing. Peter S. Quinn


Abc (3 Sonnets) - A - Every Man Is a Child Every man is a child of his dreamsSearching through each his going and true comingFrom the days that have given some their deemsWith each their lost and found in their fathoming Rivers never go dry with understandingThose that are found in the deep of the heartStrange weirdness is there constantly demandingAdventurous thoughts of their counterpart Lives central things make the world go aroundLike a simple smile shining through tomorrowWhere childhood happiness is often foundEven those that once were buried in sorrow Before you judge any man try to love himWith your compassion in times turmoil's brim - B - The Inside of Everything The inside of everything's still glowingWith wonderments you can never be withoutIn a go to go it’s always there showingTo give you its promises with any doubtLight of its sweetness that never goes awayIn from your true and beautiful that's youPlaying on moments that feelings only playSomething in its times that is here new The deep secrets from your heart and its beatLike the rose buds in the thorns of their touchThat in your way of lives each to treatGiving hope of much or only some of suchEverything that's from inside of the deepFrom love and its feelings - for always to keep


- C - Those Times Those times that is changing from young to oldIn searching the world and looking aroundThe days of the new that no moments can holdAnd you in your feeling have some there foundLike understandings of views that come and goDrip of the times the lost in its lookingPast flowers in moment’s memories heigh-hoThat through your roots onward is on hooking Playing eccentricities to make you feel goodKeeping you as child in life without reasonEach of its compensate and true brotherhoodChanging in adventurous for each seasonThe strangeness of the ways that love and giveA childhood of conquest to reinvent and live *Written to this MJ portrait: Peter S. Quinn


About Love Time is the day and the hoursLike air filled with old memoriesDrifting with seeds of flowersGoing into blue from the tressLight that comes into the nightAnything that strikes into soulsA heart that is born into its fightFootsteps from concepts and roles Love arrives without boundariesFlowers in dust onward risingA feeling from inside one seesNever to true heart disguisingYou and I and what remainsEcstasies of the new born dawnPleasures bearing some painEach others roots together drawn Time is of night and the morningLike shadows dancing through dayThe fire inside and its yearningAnything burning within in its playWhat becomes when love arrivesThe unknown things of the heartFeeling that stings and thrivesOn something different from smart Peter S. Quinn


Above The Quiet Sea Above the quiet seaWhere waves are wavingLove songs forever to beAnd each heart is cravingDreams that never come trueOnly meet the lonely nightIn its epoch flow renewAnd their lost of tall flight Where the billows are highIn their moments goingAnd their futures still lieIn surges of fresh flowingFor reality of the peacefulIn the windmills of the oldEvery unfathomable is dullWith no moments to hold Above schedules in makingThat never becomes a planWith their certainty wakingEvery sun dreaming wanThrough openness of afarWhere the sails find a beachFrom the guidance of a starThat the courses thru teach Peter S. Quinn


Abyss Of The Sea The abyss of the seaForever flowing wavesDeep colors weaving freeIn moment's time craves Love song so endlesslyIn everlasting of deepIts timeless on eternityThat's never ours to keep Flow flow on to dreamsOn with your billows highOcean´s turning streamsNever broken down to die Like dim beats in echoesDrifting thru the currentsAs our own years on goesWith its many furtherance Arroyo gust of the riverEverything must stream onFor experiment to deliverUntil its flowing is gone Into chasm AbscondenceThe lot again must turnUnknown in its despondenceInto our heart beat burn Peter S. Quinn


Accenting Light (From 134 Picture Poems) accenting lightthe dashing bright sun across the sky anew on first flowersand earth'sreddish leaves Peter S. Quinn


Accidental Opus (From, Illuminating Night) Just an accidental opus,A song for another occasion;Not to cause abrasiveness,Just to settle some persuasion. Just an accidental song,They were singing with a chorus;A melody to get along,To get sentimental and sonorous. Just an accidental passing,Into an oblivion tune;A thought here and there classing,Into time's afternoon. Just an accidental way,For whatever there inside is;To meet the coming day,And what a future may wish. Peter S. Quinn


Accidents Of Footsteps Rain your heart with its inside soft tissuesThe stimulus of the thoughts that from there flyEvery hour of the weaving dark dripping issuesInto the earth and up to the very highBelieves to be amused in with its hamRainforest leaves promoting natural linesThe instincts of ways in every lurked shamThe core of it all that no one defines Accidents of footsteps in its own whileEverything since here from the vapors deepWith clever breath dispersal by a verve birthLonely thoughts gone walking through each its mileThe straight lines and curved ones you can not keepEach to its stimulus and calamity worth Peter S. Quinn


Aching For You (#7 From My Musical, Lyrics...) Aching for You,Until the sky is clear,Don't be to me untrue,Love to have you here. Searching steps through,Each day and each year,Please don't be so blue,When I'm close and near. Aching for you always,Dancing my time away,Moments blue and grays,With my heart still play. Searching I can't find,What is gone and lost,Love is sometimes blind,Indifference that you trust. Aching for You,Darling so close and dear,The day is coming anew,But you aren't waiting there. (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


Aching To The Pleasure - Sonnet In my saying there is a playing that goes onIn each reckless and abandoning waysFrom the understanding through thin air playsThat to my wonder of cold front is goneEach dream has a beginning to be doneWith those feeling that are clear within youAnd come through like a thunder out of the blueWith their falling drum beat constipation Causing chances that might be now too afarGliding through the compass holds of each timeAching to the pleasure like a falling starIn their twinkling and glow of their shine primeSo much life has taught us in its innocenceGiving way to every steep deviance Peter S. Quinn


Across I go my road of fateStronghold of my dayIts cry of timeless debateOn to the side wayTo enter on to the darkOnce flowers were in shineA glow like eyes sparkA shimmer of soul‘s define Now here is dropp of nightIn carnations of mysteryDark wings in deep flightEver so wandering freeTaking eyes to somewhereWhere silences are blackA song of nocturnal somberNever to return back O tongue of deepest tongueInside this closing abyssEach night where we longAnd enter the garnet blissFountains of evening veinsI cross you mask of bleedTo twilight’s coming reinsIn all your shadows mislead Peter S. Quinn


Across (From Album, Like Love Is True) When dim deep is around hereWith mysteries beyond the skyReaching light from somewhereBefore the eve says goodbyeSleep away to the farawayAcross the eternal dark seaSomewhere to reach a new dayComing like a caravan to be Our yesterday is never moreIt's gone into ever-flowing spaceLike waves that reach the shoreFor the sea again to embraceWhen dim deep is here goneThrough endless motions waveAnd the night is almost doneWith its dreaming vision crave We might recall those imaginingsWhen we once more are awakeThose were in the night singingsWhen dreams had their latest takeAcross to the oceans of desireWhere thoughts forever reviveThe conjures of nighttime’s fireForever to thoughts shall give Peter S. Quinn


Across (From, Rockstar) Time is going throughAnd leaving from here to thereInto the lonely blueSurrounding the moments everywhereI thought of you in illusionsNothing was sure to beMinutes and hours intrusionsCan't we for one day see? Across this empty roomA shadow is cast in dimLight and some dusky flumeHere through the hours brimDestiny has its placeCurving the moon and sunWith its easy foot paceUntil there is none Anyone has a free choiceGiving or making decisionsListen to your inner voiceWith today's real envisionsPeople are searching findingEvery footstep is takenWith without reason blindingBefore again to be waken Across this empty roomA shadow is cast in dimLight and some dusky flumeHere through the hours brimBecause of all this confusionBeautiful daydreams goneRoad of so many diffusionCarry me through and on Peter S. Quinn


Across Rooftops Across rooftopsGently bring the quiet night Waiting there in timethe little heart to please Won't you whisper softly Peter S. Quinn


Adjusting With Its Times Alteration like the wind that goesForever inside an outlying dreamThoughts of the wilderness blowsEverything in its circling stream Years of flowers and growing seedsAdjusting with its times many yearsVeins of the existence earth readsAgain and again through life appears (Inspiration: 'It Will Not Change' It will not change nowAfter so many years;Life has not broken itWith parting or tears;Death will not alter it,It will live onIn all my songs for youWhen I am gone. Sarah Teasdale) Peter S. Quinn


Adorable Illusions' There's something in the mood and mindFeelings that always came throughLike a stirring instant far behindAll about something in a way to you Everything into the dark and deepCast in its loosing inside my mindLooks and touches within to keepEverything that mood surly could find In betweenHearts and moments made for twoMind that's confusing and sometimes blindAll that is me and all that is youDreams of external moods hard to find Everything into the dark and deepCast in its loosing inside my mindLooks and touches within to keepEverything that mood surly could find Lost lovePathways to moment's truest asideConfusing in finding its lost deepLost love that in a heart will hideNothing in ours forever to keep Light in a heart, life sunshine!Days of love with peace of mindAdorable illusions' line for a lineAll in its mistrusts - love that's blind Peter S. Quinn


Adoration Of The Earth 'Adoration of the earth'coming through at spring's birth,flowers so brightcolors and light,- all what the summer is worth! Then summer started to comewith a small winsome blossom,of color blueinnocent new,- O who knows where it is from? Refrain:Blow blow western breeze,hope new born and alive!Give green growth to wild trees,so blossoms leaves may arrive. - Merry-go-round blooming timein jörth's colors and sky's rime,a poem's birthfrom life in earth,- where the water fresh shall prime! The white raven is wingingin peaceful harmony singing:O what have we foundthat not goes around,- and joy to new eyes is bringing! Peter S. Quinn


Affairs Into Winter Textile Dressed Under no sign my heart stood there now stillIt is the season when dark to day's hereAnd sends its breath to flowers everywhereSo tinctures bleach and petals become frillOf the night - to each day it must instillMore dark with the shadows surrounding nearAnd the premier desire away will steerFrom the blossoms of pinks and daffodil The radiance moments are now laid to restInto stillness of the added hours darkEndeavor of bitter to rise in its lineAffairs we had into winter textile dressedLove songs to memories instances harkTill there is again summer in its sunshine Peter S. Quinn


After Rain After rain comes sunshineEverything is like this Feelings low feelings fineFrom their mood and its bliss Tears away to the heartRemorse feelings from inside So much more from its startThru contrasting to glide Every dropp of the rainShowing moods of its own Glisten glow or the painFrom the seeds time’s grown Low and high to the skyOr every ocean to fill Every coming and goodbyeIn the age of its distill All your tears and mineEvery moment that we give Like rainclouds or sunshineIn the way of lives to live Bring a heart to its awakeThough the clouds are above Everything for its own sakeDry your sorrow - bring in love! Peter S. Quinn


Afternoon Dreams Afternoon dreamsThey are coming and goingOblivion river streamsTo forget-me flowingMaybe it’s all a dreamThat we really knowSo much in between seemLike a morning glow Dreams that can‘t followWhere we are leavingAll so much hollowIn all their deceivingYesterdays won’t be backThey are all goneOnto their lost sidewalkThat carried them on Love songs of lifeDaydreams of yarningOn and on to strifeIn their ways of learningNothing is everlastingIn the days that comeAlways again recastingIn their instance poem Peter S. Quinn


Aged Walking Reality (From 134 Picture Poems) aged walking realitylingering onlosing and confusing bloomed and lost timein the stillnessremembered Peter S. Quinn


Ages Of Heartache The day is like night into solitudePlaying its ongoing rhythm of soulAnything touching its hours diluteSongs of roads with its rock n rollQuick into the past of touching hourWavering weaves of its gone vastSweet of soul and memories flowerGathered and touched in the past All in a light that came full of graceWhen night and stars went throughPlentiful treasures all in their waysWith views to the futures of newSongs of the songs where love fallsDays in times of the new and gonePlunged in love when passion callsCarrying their wisdoms on and on Love shall call you into its nameWhen halls of fame are in darknessAges of heartache scalded in flameInto coming and meeting of freshSongs of the roads in passion's fireHours and epoch of futures danceNothing's the same in day's desireFlowers of fall grace in their trance All in a light that came full of graceWhen night and stars went throughPlentiful treasures all in their waysWith views to the futures of new Ages of heartache scalded in flameInto coming and meeting of freshSongs of the roads in passion's fireHours and epoch of futures dance Peter S. Quinn


Ah Mother And Son Ah mother and songoing through the forest of life,in their times going onin life's work and strife.Not much time for each dreamingfor time flowers are falling,and sunsets glow beamingas the winter is calling. Ah mother my dayI long just to be with you,for you are my wayto follow and get through.Ah son I love youyou are me all inside,when the times are blueand winter nights abide Ah together we gothrough the forest of rain,falling leaves they glowwith their sorrow and pain.But we are still herewithin all our dreams,our souls are everywherelike water that streams. Peter S. Quinn


Ah Touch (From 134 Picture Poems) ah touchthe golden solemn day with electric silence away around bewildered daysnow wearing a dress in grey Peter S. Quinn


Air In Its Blow Each day by day is going unbroken throughLongwinded wasp and providing with its stingWhat stumbles me its harmony can't singOr anything of worthy bringing newI trust its nature's in marauding caughtWith unbroken drag of air in its blowNothing that provides in breezy flowSeldom are such fevers anything taught Each is same where wind just comes to beGives from nothing that it drags through airWith its speedy play of flight unbrokenSomewhere its spirit comes to set freeThe calked sandstones its waves will snareAnd what between is trapped in tone stokin’ Peter S. Quinn


Alive (From 134 Picture Poems) alive in nestsand asleep in beddingswarm and cold dwell all the animalsin their home shelter Peter S. Quinn


All About You It is all about youEvery day that I wakeLike a symphony newIn its moment and takeEvery dream that’s awhileOf the echoes goForm and its somber styleThat we both now know It is all about loveEvery day and dark nightMoving clouds of aboveTill the sun comes up brightEvery wandering going byIn their trips and desireBurning sun setting skyThat’s in the glow of its fire Love is all about thisThat you keep and you longLike a morning freshly blissIn a springtime new songAll that comes and is stayingWith its gold spurring thoughtIn the times of its sayingThat each love has on taught Peter S. Quinn


All Alone All alone in the hours of nightDreams are so tired in glowingFeelings of doubts that's alrightFor darkness keep coming or going I feel your love is a one way heartNothing for sure is always so rightLets come together make a new startLove is a dream of dark and light Going and feeling in all its lonelinessNothing is coming to give so muchPlease stay though near with your caressEverything comes from the first of touch All alone can't though understand whyDreams are in sight in all I findThoughts like clouds going through skyLove's so much what's inside your mind Let me be where I can find youThough so much is still in our doubtLove is like time of days going throughThat's what love to love's all about I feel the night in dark and its deepNothing is real outside my mindFlowers of love to my dreams to keepI'm now leaving the past behind All alone in the hours of nightDreams are so tired in glowingFeelings of doubts that's alrightFor darkness keep coming or going Let me be where I can find youThough so much is still in our doubtLove is like time of days going throughThat's what love to love's all about


All alone in the hours of nightAll alone...Yeah let me be where I can find you Peter S. Quinn


All Circling Around (From, Poet On Www) I draw these lonely letters,Around the lights and something;Some thoughts are like abbreviators,In space and time abducting. Can't see the light in front of you,With directions all circling around.All is coming lonely too,Going spinning to renew;Like winds on the roads going through,Identical intact the weightless blew. I feel these words in a lightless falls,Down the trees like agate whirlwind;Spinning around something no one calls,Nothing to lose in self pity disciplined. Can't see the waves in front of you,With directions all circling around.All is coming lonely too,Going spinning to renew;Like winds on the roads going through,Identical intact the weightless blew. Under drone not flowing the same,Hours presence beneath each stop;Silence to sound in naming the game,Pulsation movements after each hop. Can't see the dark in front of you,All is coming lonely too;Going spinning to renew,Like winds on the roads going through.Identical intact the weightless blew,Identical intact the weightless blew.The weightless blew,The weightless blew,The weightless blew.


Peter S. Quinn


All Dressed In Blue (From, Illuminating Night) All dressed in blue,Winter in frosty dress;Wet and rainy too,Weather fury duress. All dressed in new,Spring comes in seedlings young;First colors impromptu,Where cold once sprung. Summer dancing dream,Blooms fragrance and hue;A thought flowing its deem,For what a heart finds true. All dressed in brown leaves,A breeze comes to blow;The moments go in eves,And the rivers overflow. Peter S. Quinn


All Footsteps (From 134 Picture Poems) all footstepsthrough the ways little placesin the heart so softlytatteredand huddled upon Peter S. Quinn


All Her Days All her days are softly going byWith some dreams to be forgottenLike clouds that are always in the skyOnly to drift away and be forgotten Sunshine and rain each day sunshine and rain Life is sometimes a dream rising highWith every opportunity coming to beOr some loneliness that cannot dieOnly to become an inside part you and me Sunshine and rain each day sunshine and rain There are dreams that cannot be hidden awayIn the mirrors of glasses that make a day Every love songis rising in highWith the timesthat come with new springAnd its hopeswith the dreams still lieBringing worthto recollections of old gone thing Sunshine and rain each day sunshine and rain *(Thanks go to the late John Denver, for his song ‘Fly Away’, for without, thiscould not have happened) . Peter S. Quinn


All I Ask For All I ask forIs your love and devotionFor I am not too sureOf mine own emotion The heart is so vastContained by feelings like thisKnowing its tender castWhat a beat might just missLike rain comes and goesTo bring growth to earthNobody really knowsWhat feelings is each worth? All I ask forIs your love and devotionFor I am not too sureOf mine own emotion Let conflagration burn on and onEvery day become the lastLike their moment are goneInto the flowing pastTraveling there eternallyWith everything it knowsFeelings from you and meA withering toned rose All I ask forIs your love and devotionFor I am not too sureOf mine own emotionAll I ask forIn this life's deep oceanVarieties from the seafloorOf love's lost notion Peter S. Quinn


All I Need Is You Blue sky to youAnd beauty each morningIn all the colors trueLove and love’s yearningTo the days givingAnd to dreams that followEvery shade of livingIn its true aficionado All I need is youHeart to a beating heartTorch of the moments trueWhere our feelings start Yellow skies in sunGiving moment’s of shineDarkness is on the runEach shadow - line for lineSomewhere day is callingNew skies to the treatAs here eve is fallingOn each corner street All I need is youHeart to a beating heartTouch of the moments trueWhere our feelings start Love is love for everyoneMoods of times goingSoon this day is goneOnto its reddish glowingMoods and people’s feelingsDrips of drops from skyRain on windows ceilingAs the heavens cry All I need is youHeart to a beating heart


Torch of the moments trueWhere our feelings start Peter S. Quinn


All I'M Trying To Do (From The 'Upside Down') All I'm trying to do is find youWith what you have to offer meSomething that is true or untrueIn the things you’re set out to be And I’ll know if our dreams be thereWithin this vast of everythingSomething that we both might shareAnd outside to the world bring If it is from withinComplete with your ownSomething we can giveFrom our inside grownA love that has its wayEven daydreams tooWhat you say and liveInside by coming through If it is from withinComplete with your ownRoads that meet your dayFrom our within grownLet nothing just passGive it each a tryLiving things to liveIn your heart and why All I'm trying to do is being meWandering about to findFeeling my interior part that's freeLeaving the skeptical behindAnd we will search on to fulfillEvery dream that isn't thereWalk the row and climb the hillTrying to give take and share Peter S. Quinn


All In All Within All in all withinWe speak and yet we spin,All our wonderings whileEach word performed in style;And what it is not nowIt shall not make a dow,For things are what they areA perfect or a scar. A start in moment freshThat becomes less and less,As years drive through the painEach one of them will fain;Or echo quite differentlyForm what we thought it to be,A pain in it's own shellOr something we couldn't tell. All in all withinOur thoughts and our sin,That makes us write moreTo bring our boat ashore;A step by step with timeFrom what is within begrime,Where it becomes independentFrom each and every attendant. Peter S. Quinn


All Inside This There was a timeAll inside thisIn morning’s primeThe first of kissWhen light embracesThe hours onAnd new dawn lacesTo twilight's gone There was a wayWith passion's flameIn a new born dayNot done the sameWhen words were wholeOf inspirations thoughtThat had their goalIn what they ought There is a wordThat is worth knowingThat often occurredWhen thoughts were flowingIt was of the kissesNew morning givesOne sometimes missesWhen a loss relives Peter S. Quinn


All Is All – In The Night, Day And Year All is all in the nightUnder the breezing goLove stories still so brightThat we formerly did know Time is like the birds flyingUnder the tiding’s eve skiesEveryone there‘s ever tryingTo give of his best in his tries All is all in the daySunshine gleam winter's sunOur hope comes a long wayWhen dim again is on the run Warmly a heart shall remainThough there is an icily windNot much in darkness to gainOr day in shudder disciplined All is all for this yearSoon there will be new springSummer becomes quite nearBirds shall again then sing Love shall be in a thoughtWith every feeling and soundLife has both ways taughtTide goes and comes around Peter S. Quinn


All Is Here To Give (In memory of Freddie Mercury) The day is never the sameThru each morning and goingLove today in its new flameInside your heart and flowing RefrainLet this day flowThru its moment’s goAll is here to giveBe and thru time liveMoments lost in spaceIn their many waysSome may return againOthers gone with the rain Our life is like the flowersIn their way and the sunFew moments in day’s hoursBefore their times are done Refrain In the secrets of love’s goIn all its tomorrow’s comeSome we never do knowWhere its passion is from Let the days flowThru its moments goAll is here to giveBe and thru time liveMoments lost in spaceIn their many waysSome may return againOthers gone with the rain


Peter S. Quinn


All Is In Love There is no goldAs precious as careAll love can holdThat lies inside there The ways are for the lightTo find its twinkling instanceTo reach out in its flightThrough each love ways trance Love picks moments trueHour’s that´ll sparkWhen feeling come trueThere´s no more dark Only ways for the lightDreams that touch and areTo reach out in its flightLike glow of a glisten star All is in loveLike dreams that come trueGlowing skies aboveLike love´s inside of youAll is in loveSo let it come throughAll is in loveIt depends all on you There is no goldAs precious as careAll love can holdThat lies inside there All is in loveLike dreams that come trueGlowing skies aboveLike love´s inside of you


All is in love Peter S. Quinn


All Is Inside This All is inside thisWhat we have to findMorning has its blissFrom the night behindDays are coming clearThru fresh and newAway to evening steerIf its ways come thru All is tender whileWork in every aspectIn thoughts and styleWhat you did selectNow is summer nearLeaves of the greenAnother sunshine yearI hope will be seen All is inside loveAs it comes on thruIn plenty beauty ofFor dreams to renewLike a little butterflyTouches moment’s heartSo does sunshine skyGive another start All is inside thisWhat we have to findMorning has its blissFrom the night behindLife has what it takesIn each find and tryWhen summertime awakesAnd winter says goodbye Peter S. Quinn


All Is Within All is within moments to reachAs days come slowly with breezeBouquet with a morning to teachMeadow’s grass - green leaving tressWith an instance to conquer and beTill the day comes to its eveningLove is the inside flower to seeFeelings that give as they bring Nowhere is never inside this placeWhat our longings give in its heartOnly the roads to following waysWhere from creation each will startListen to love as there it’ll speakFrom within deep - from where you areFlowers of love never must bleakIf they are near - even though afar All is within - even the deep riverThat follows its flow till the endLove is like Mercury the deliverEach wild rose its foot shall bendWings of man’s heart drift till goneGiving and taking what they can doCarry life’s beginning: flowering onThis is the way for time to renew Peter S. Quinn


All Life And Love The silver clearings of the skyWill into the evening dieAs sometime you and sometime IAll life and love must end this wayBe drawn with night curtainsJust end in its youthful playFor nothing holds on or can stayLove is light and its darkIts tender feelings in hearts will sparkAnd give clearance like sky blueIf it's beating with roots truePure like the waves of the fresh seaSummer like the one you can now seeAll feelings sparkling on in lightsWhen longings go deep into nightsWhere oblivion stars glideIn darkness of memories hideFreshness of spring youthful early daysLike the sun with golden raysAll life and love must end this way. Peter S. Quinn


All Life Is Going On All life is going onAnd finding lover's lightUntil the day is doneAnd sun has lost its flight And everything is youA love song poetryThose love words are trueIn all its liberty A feeling and its touchIs everything of youAnd deeper then so muchThat high is and blue And dreams they keepEvery song thereinIts tones are heart deepIn all its song and spin Oh lover you are trueIn each your song and playLike light that goes throughAnd never same will stay So much is in its hourThat no one can hearIt's like a spotless flowerThat you hold dear All life is going onAnd finding lover's lightUntil the day is doneAnd sun has lost its flight Because of love and touchThe hours go and liveFor love is love so muchIn heart and care to give


Peter S. Quinn


All My Daydreams Come And Go (From, IlluminatingNight) All my daydreams come and goLike the water in wave ways,A thought may in a moment glowSome are even for few days. Loves are dreams not far awayLike the wind with its sweet kiss,That will come and joyfully playLike the hours in a summer bliss. Like an open view to the seaAll is fronting to coming night,What belongs inside of meShines and falls on its flight. Peter S. Quinn


All My Troubles (It's Also A Lyric) All my troubles come and go,All this love can never stay;Even though I'll love you so,There will always come a day. Yesterdays in time will grow,Shadows come and in they play;Like the footsteps in the snow,Will in a moment - all go away. What comes next who'll know,What I long for is hard to say;Minutes move so fast or slow,With my feelings they'll play. Like a seed will sometime grow,I hope my love - will fortune lay;In my heart there one time show,Each my step in weight I weigh. All my troubles come and go,To and fro their fate will sway;Sometimes happy - sometimes low,Are my feelings right and astray. Peter S. Quinn


All Of The Heart It‘s so easy goingSometimes loveLike a day‘s glowingOr blue sky aboveDreams in daysLike falling rainIn its tincture playsOf pleasure and pain It’s so easy comingAll of the heartLike nature bloomingWhen growths startWonders at nightTouches of starsGlow winter‘s lightLove and its scars Nothing is goingAll is still insideLike wintertime snowingInside pains hideGive and takeDreams still go onWonderments awakeUntil it’s gone It‘s so easy goingSometimes loveLike a day‘s glowingOr blue sky aboveSorrows are hereBurning their achingMemories everywhereFeelings are waking It’s so easy comingAll of the heartForget-me-not blooming


When coldness starts Peter S. Quinn


All Or Nothing I have always triedBut times are roughingThose life knots tiedEverything is betweenAnd going nowhereLove needs to be seenTo be around here It’s so lonesomeTo give and makeAnd nothing returning fromIts thought’s awakeLike the rain outsideIt fills all in vainSorrows trial abideFrom its wasted gain All or NothingLike the tides goingIts circles round abolishingWeaving water glowingFar the deep echoesNothing returns againLove comes and goesIn its joy and pain Peter S. Quinn


All Or Nothing At All (From, The River Sings On) All or nothing at all,Is all I make of this;Take a stand or a fall,Into a future kind of bliss.Or rather have nothing,Appeal to your heart;What wrong or right will bring,From very first start. Come find or be lost,From the things you seek;Dices have been tossed,For earth and its mystique.Make your heart grow,With a touch and a spell;All the future it will show,What the world can't foretell. Would you be caught under,Where love is between?Our own feelings are asunder,Like the deep aquamarine.Have we lost each other,In the ocean of our past?There is no future's resolver,Where fortunes are amassed. Peter S. Quinn


All Or Nothing In Twilight All or nothing in twilightHours in blue yellowDawn with reddish lightDay in a drowsy helloNothing is too unclearSkies in winter’s sleepFor the glisten is hereAll our hopes to keep Winter’s on lonely songDays ago in their dreamAfternoons come alongNothing to reality seemDream world in stars glowFeelings are inside deepSongs in the winter snowEarth in its frozen sleep Days in their new hopesEverything changes fastDrowsily coldness slopeNot for along shall lastNew Year comes rapidlyPaths in new directionFreedom again is freeSparkle in its complexion All or nothing in twilightHours in blue yellowDawn with reddish lightDay in a drowsy helloNothing is too unclearSkies in winter’s sleepFor the glisten is hereAll our hopes to keep Peter S. Quinn


All Or Nothing Whatever It Is All or nothing whatever it isComing or going bySomething small eternally thisForever slipping highReasons are workingRifting the pastShadows there lurkingMaking its cast Time after the fallDarkish in feverFlickering fire on wallThe minute’s deceiverBurning the candleFlaming till goneWishfully to handleEverything there on Hours in the makingThe minutes to goStrangeness wakingMake anew flowAre you the bringer?Wandering manThe fancy-free singerOf a yin and a yen Take what you mustEnough of stupidityDo not though unjustWhat comes here free? Peter S. Quinn


All So Faraway this is where we are all goingone by one we go,not like a star galaxy glowingbutt dark matter flow what the universe's aboutwhy is it all so farawaycasting our eyes a doubtnothing forever to stay this is where we are livingstrange by one and onedoubt through years givingtill we are also gone why's strangeness among usnot just ordinary wayscommunicating views acrossnothing is certain or stays all that we are in livingdays nights and our dreamsenergy of thoughts givingthough everything only seems this is what we all areyesterdays, today and morebrightly shining as a startill we come to the crossing shore Peter S. Quinn


All That's In Green All that's in greenAnd betweenNow yellow waysThat I have seen Leaves of brownIn the townAnd streets of grayIn winter's gown Full of dappled dreamsAnd gloomy beamsOf its dark moodIn nocturnal seams Echoing in the cityAll its glisten tidyOf the rimes intrudeGlowing so witty Hard in its shellAnd whitish soft spellOf little silvery starMirroring well Now is time for goldLight of twinkling holdFor the times areGifts from paper unfold Peter S. Quinn


All The Clocks Go On And On (From, IlluminatingNight) All the clocks go on and on,With the time's withering bloom;White pedals in clearings done,Nothing to predict or assume. Silence of nightfall will come,In clearings of stars collide;Who knows where time's from,And what past hours applied. All is in the numbers to fall,Enormous forever eternity;The clearings in time will call,When past settles down to be. Peter S. Quinn


All The Days Get Lost (From, Lost Song Poems) All the days get lostFor the hours don't stay,Soon as they get acrostThe light path astray;When the night returnsWith moods of its own,In colors alternsWe are all so alone. All the days were sunWith feelings of their own,Each drift in attentionIn faces not shown;When death came to lightTo bring it all down,We all must then fightTo bring back life's crown. All the days that are goneFrom the hours we have,Some of them are anonBut never a caff;If the fire will burnThat reflects what's blown,Peace must not adjournWe are all so alone. Peter S. Quinn


All The Dreams Faraway (From, Poet On Www) All the dreams faraway,They are always with me;Like new morning day,That comes just to be.My heart is inside close,With feelings some blue;It stings like a torn rose,When love turns untrue. The night is coming clear,Giving its shadows fall;Oh close is now and near,A day in the dark's call.Where lies my road now,With all the dreams to be;Thoughts are still aglow,For my envisions to see. My wings shall fly soon,Into the darkest dust;In this life's afternoon,I once gave all my trust.Oh fly my peace to thee,Spring has given and fall;If this must be then be,I'll take the peaceful call. Peter S. Quinn


All The Hope In Colors All the hope in colorsFrom wintry autumn treesAround the breeze hollersIts many symphonies Time and a time goingFalling leaves of yellowLike gold on earth glowingFor winter says hello All the hope in colorsTo mornings dark and deepAll the hope in colorsNo summer times to keep Time is now in changingTo its dark and coldNew thoughts arrangingOf stories yet untold Life is going aroundAnd never the same againNew thoughts to be foundOld you search in vain All the hope in colorsTo mornings dark and deepAll the hope in colorsNo summer times to keep Merry go round on handDays like nights now onWithering coloring blandFrom the autumn sun Remember what's departedIn all your days aheadJourney of winter´s startedOn autumn blossom's bed


All the hope in colorsTo mornings dark and deepAll the hope in colorsNo summer times to keep All the hope in colorsTo mornings dark and deepAll the hope in colorsNow summer colors sleep All the hope in colors... Peter S. Quinn


All The Light Within All the light withinComes with knowledge's flowIn its accurately spinWith what wisdom shall know Sunbeams in different cloudsIs everyone’s little fantasySomewhere with going crowdsWakening dreams tenderly All the stars to beholdThat let us not be forsakenStories there all untoldFor moments they’ve waken Romance is only so trueAs reality in its distanceWithout actuality coming toEvery glimpse of its branch All the light you will seeIs like conjecture seconds onThoughts that come to beBefore the verve is gone Like deep blue sky aboveMinutes that is inspiringPlentiful perceiving thereofEach in its tangling desiring Peter S. Quinn


All The Light Within (From, Myspace) All the light withinComes with knowledge's flowIn its accurately spinWith what wisdom shall know Sunbeams in different cloudsIs everyone’s little fantasySomewhere with going crowdsWakening dreams tenderly All the stars to beholdThat let us not be forsakenStories there all untoldFor moments they’ve waken Romance is only so trueAs reality in its distanceWithout actuality coming toEvery glimpse of its branch All the light you will seeIs like conjecture seconds onThoughts that come to beBefore the verve is gone Like deep blue sky aboveMinutes that is inspiringPlentiful perceiving thereofEach in its tangling desiring Peter S. Quinn


All The Sweet Things From The Night All the sweet things from the night:like perfumed air in bluest sight,day is born a wishfrom my dreaming bliss,- when a star has lost its flight! Yes now is the time to bewhen sunshine comes easily,into my gardenfor spring's start en',- to grow into colors free! This my love shall always know,I am hers with every glow;again earth's bornfrom under careworn,- winter's grave in grayish snow. Peter S. Quinn


All The World Is Looking All the world is looking,For some peace;In beauty of nature,To harmonize and please.And in the lights,Of things you see;You shall be rewarded,With the greenest tree. For nature is like perfect art,It bewitches your eyes with beauty. All the world is looking,For kindness of thought;Every step forward,Mankind themselves brought.And if it's destructive,They brought it self in;All foolishness of any kind,Seldom shall win. For nature is one in every part,And man soon pays for all his sin. As I grow older,I dwell on and see;The beauty of nature,In each every tree.And colors of summer,In blooms that glows;And rivers with waters,That freely flows. Let there be nature on this earth,Be its friends not its foes. Our story continues,As life goes on;This purest of beauty,


Under the sun.Where we are born,Innocent and all free;Together to understand,Both you and me. Let our values have a rebirth,As our love for all life grows. Peter S. Quinn


All Things Must Past All things must past what of day is here bornFirst it gives pleasure and then it is gone,Like a glow from dawn's new rising pylonLight of the day that to dark is forworn;All what to fate is impaired and forlornTurning to echoes like fading carillon,Forgot in darkness what once was of dawnFirst it was merry - but now it is lorn. Dwell not on that - but forget like wish,All must wither as this summer so sweetThat in shades and beauty welter will treat;Like every thought that will drift from a mind,Love is the thing that gives most anguishAnd like purest of truth sometimes is blind. Peter S. Quinn


All Those Forgotten Songs (From Minutes Of FallingDays) All those forgotten songs that cameInside a heart when its pure in loveBurning on and burning true flameJust like the new morning aboveOurs yesterdays are never forgottenWhen they in dreams must glowThe memories full on and trotten'Like footsteps in new drifting snow Here I am with my wings freeTo go through the sky in my dreamsSomewhere our feelings shall beInside its flow and its streamsNever alone shall I again walkIf I shall have you by my sideFlames of your lips and sweet-talkNow my way of life and guide All those forgotten fiery thoughtsThat came around to be hereTheir twisted on threads and knotsThose outcomes to the moments steerLike a song in summer was sungFull of expectations anticipationRecondite inside passionate tongueWith every intuition of gradation Peter S. Quinn


All Time Goes Away All time goes awayInto the emptinessForgotten nights and dayWith their caressFeelings touched a heartOne day in pastEmptiness from its startNothing's to last All time is for truthTouching its blue deepThere's eternal youthFor hours of the heart to keepThis is our only roadInto the futures onLight walk or loadTill every minute's gone All time for you and mePassing here throughSetting the hours freeLoneliness and blueFeelings that gave a dayWhen nothing was much forDays now gone awayInto the deepen shore Peter S. Quinn


All Trust Is Of Love All trust is of love and of feeling's touchA tender music that fills the coming hoursLike a heart that loves with its beats so muchOr breeze among the summer wild free flowers Their tunes of delights from inside tongueEvery touched desire of feelings and playThe beats upon thousands that each passion longAnd never quite the same to the moments stay Colors in fires that delight and giveDissuade no senses that cannot ever beTheir beauty that's upon sanity to reliveTo make each love feeling of hope and free This all is from heart and its pounding beatForever true in its path none to deceit Peter S. Quinn


Allt Er Sem Söngur Áin hefur sönginnsem tíman lei?ireitt stef í einutil dagsins angurværasem kyrjar í sífellu Ó hjartalagi? er ?a? samaallsta?ar í lifandi vonumsem koma og fara Áin breytir um farvegog gefur okkur nyja syninn í ósnortna náttúrunasem vilt hefur grói?í aldarstefja hruni Allt er sem söngurum dagana ljósu tí?sem vekur og gefur Ljúfa tóna vorsinsí hjarta hvers einasta manssem gefur og me?tekursöngvana ljúfu hljómasem hverfa í rætur jar?ar Tónarnir björtuog tónarnir svörtusem áfram héldu inní?agnarinnar hvarf Allt er sem söngurhugljúfir tónar ?y?irsem vekja hvern vordagtil lífsins Og slökkva ?á aftura? hausti


Peter S. Quinn


Allt Hverfur Aftur Dagur og nóttí eilíf?ar eldiáfram lí?uruns vor er a? kveldivikurnar komaog mánu?ir rennatímarnir hljó?naog minningar brenna Fótatak ?itthverfur í bliki?bergmál tímanshljó?nar í hiki?allt sem var hérhvert stigi? skrefver?ur a? lokuma?eins undiröldu stef ?ú og ég bæ?isem gáfum vort vorendum í gar?ivi? gengin sporlífsdagsins ?róttursem ófarin sló?allt hverfur afturí gleymskunnar mó? Peter S. Quinn


Allt Milli Vina á milli okkarvonin sem gefurtekur og fer allt milli vinasem sameinast stundumog brjósti? upp vekja tálin sem lokkarástin sem sefurhva? sem ég er allt milli vinaí nyjum endurfundumsem vonirnar hrekja á milli okkarregnbogann hefursálin í mér vonin sem gefurtálin sem lokkarallt sem er okkar fyrnist ei afturné í burtu fer skyin sem rjúfagrámóta?an dagkoma ?á afturvoninni í lag Peter S. Quinn


Allusive River Allusive river,Life's colors and fate;The illusion giver,Both turning or strait.What has a meaning,Which is in your mind?We must be dreaming,Searching on to find. For what never is,Nor ever shall be;It's only our mere wish,Things we can not see.Allusive river,Running slow or fast;Wishful things deliver,Nothing's going to last. We can not know,Outcome of a dream;What will be tomorrow,Is just what it seem. Peter S. Quinn


Almost Nothing (From, The Barka Lyrics - First One) Almost nothingClose and nearStep by step it'll bringFutures in very clear Almost nothingHere and nowWith moments to stringTomorrow’s sow Like balloons into airWorrying is goingLightness up the spiral stairEverybody’s showing Take the plough Almost nothingClose and nearStep by step it'll bringEvery inch and square Almost nothing almost nothingAnd try you right onFeel the minutes how they mingIn between till they're gone Permanent dwellingsAlways feel too smallThere are endless retellingsOne for each appall (The Barka Lyrics are around or over 200...) Peter S. Quinn


Alone I Am Trying Alone I am tryingTo reach to a light,For feelings are flyingAnd burning so bright. Of thirsty heartsWithin searching souls,It never departsFrom all kinds of roles. And reaches like waterThat lives and then falls,A continues starterOf controversy calls. From in my own thinkingThen gone like a blow,Or a star that's blinkingFar out with a glow. I know not its homeNor its wind in the leaves,But I hear just its roamThat stops here with briefs. Peter S. Quinn


Along The Passion Way (From, Rock Star) Everybody is going somewhere,With each night and day;Futures are here and there,Along the passion way.Hearts are looking dangerous,With their wings and fire;Thoughts so often feverous,In their searching desire. Love will walk through alleys,And twisted dreams in cities;With all its many dillydallies,And heat of the nights kitties.Dreams must flicker and burn,In ways of the pretty moonlight;There is no way to return,When love catches the ways of night. Everybody searches the streets,Trying with a plan to start;Fragile and heavy bittersweets,Messages to understand the heart.With simple ways for a survival,Though nothing can be controlled;Planing schemes for each rival,Tonight in the city shall unfold. Every heart is going somewhere,With each night and day;Futures are here and there,Along the passion way.Hearts are looking dangerous,With their wings and fire;Thoughts so often feverous,In their searching desire. Peter S. Quinn


Always Be My Friend (A Lyric) Always be my friend,Don't let me go away;I will understand,When your days are gray.Love me just the same,Never let me go;All I need's your name,For my love to show. Hear the wind outside,Fall is coming in;Hold my just now tight,Closer to your skin.You, I shall reclaim,If I lose you now;To your heart I'll aim,Find you back somehow. Love is like a glow,Shining in the eye;Never let it go, .Never say goodbyeFeel my heart within,I'll always be true;For we are so akin,In the love we do. Peter S. Quinn


Always Be My Too Close – A Lyric Always be my ‘too close’You must know I’ll love you so muchEverything comes as it goesCreating its nowhere out of touchLove is to be for sureWith everything we’ll needSweeping each our ocean floorWith what we both readAlways times comes talkingFilling in its empty spacesIt’s going to be alright - while we're walkingAnd the nights our bodies graces No one is taking you awayI'll be there for each your feelingLike a night that meets the dayAnd our precious thoughts stealing Night like day like alwaysTimes coming in their moment’s placeNothing forever there staysEach and every different ways Love is to be for sureWith everything we’ll needSweeping each our ocean floorWith what we both readAlways times comes talkingFilling in its empty spacesIt’s going to be alright - while we're walkingAnd the nights our bodies graces No one is taking you awayI'll be there for each your feelingLike a night that meets the dayAnd our precious thoughts stealing I'll fill my heart with all of youTake my time to be here still


Always give to make it throughFor our love to come down hill Nothing is lost in all this loveOnly the day of each day I feelLike the clouds from here aboveIt’s all drifting too far in real No one is taking you awayI'll be there for each your feelingLike a night that meets the dayAnd our precious thoughts stealing Peter S. Quinn


Always Dreaming (From 134 Picture Poems) always dreamingand quietly walkingover bridges the emptinessof days is infiniteand motionless Peter S. Quinn


Always In My Mood Always in my mood for moreFingertips of falling fateTrusting what is in its storePulsating ting at temper's ratePressed to find feelings backThat I didn't get to knowGetting on to the right trackWay of thinking with the flow Confused to be commonplaceReminded of what it is notStrange thoughts to be amazeIn each their approaching plotThe beautifully is never definedOnly sighted in shifty weightWaves of water salty brinedIs sometimes their onward fate Always in my own crazinessNever getting too left high and dryThoughts to take with caressWithout asking questions whyPhysical worlds to come toWith spiritual opinion in mindSomething there still left to doRoots that this state can not find Peter S. Quinn


Always Keep An Open Mind Always keep an open mindFor the days aheadLet them come – not hard to findWith or without, insteadRain may cause some double cloudsOver the morning brimInside every street’s town crowdsThere are ‘scratches’ to trim Always keep the thoughts clearFor each their daily needOld set ways can be like old wearConnecting the lines you readYou need to read between the linesWhat the thoughts are sayingSometimes glossy words outshinesWhat in between is staying Always keep your keys at handTo unlock the unknown partAnd you will come to understandFrom where you did once startIt isn’t easy to go somewhereWhere you can’t walk steadily throughThere are pebbles here and thereTo make you things to do Peter S. Quinn


Always Remember (From 'Always Remember') Always remember the gone summer songs,Constantly consider the days that were sweetInto the instances of every youngThat courses has drift on after life's treatFlowers in the garden of shadows and lightBringing you colors of everythingMoments of days and hours of the dim nightWhat you in your heart strings always shall sing Always remember the moments of worthThey come very tenderly on their ownTrying to find you in your misty round waysSeeds of left longings in roots of new birthEverything coming not clearly shownWhen hours so spotlessly in memory plays *This song came 1st: Peter S. Quinn


Always Sing And Sing (From, Lead Sheets In July2008) Always sing and singTo the weary mountainEvery hour shall bringLove of its rising fountainThe hope is in the tryTo show off and giveIt opens every skyWith the enjoyment to live Always listen and listenTo the moods wavingSo much in there is hiddenIn its ways of cravingThoughts that no one knowsBecause they are of distanceFrom the morning blowsIn their coming trance Always bring them forwardFreshly garden onSo much in its yardWith purposes of the spunLost themes there are foundSinging to your heartAnd flow flow aroundFrom a new beginning’s start Peter S. Quinn


Always Touching The Bare (From 134 Picture Poems) always touching the barewith stirrings covering memoryfound deep the muse eats your angerwith sweet desire Peter S. Quinn


Always Unexpected (From 134 Picture Poems) always unexpectedthe silky night comes in playing on the lightsdesires mused and soft Peter S. Quinn


Always... Lonely times are here todaySome will come and goThere is always some wayTo let it be or to knowMaybe it’s often a mysteryHow every this has a proposeLetting be what you seeBefore it again all goes Lonely times are here todaySome will come and goThere is always some wayTo let it be or to knowYou can be clear and throughFinding not what you needSometimes it’s all up to youTo see the lines in the fine read Always it all comes to thisWhat you really need to findFor those are just what it isIn all its purpose combinedRight or wrong in either sayNothing is completely trueIn tomorrow from gone todayIt’s all just still up to you Peter S. Quinn


Ambitions Look and look for evermoreAnything will do just fineKnow what this and that's forMake a decision draw the lineYou know what is for youHelp you'll get with what you needLook into the past and newFindings are there what you read Sublime is each dream to moveIf you know it's still thereReality ways need it’s proveBring it into the right atmosphereEverything is worth its whileIf it has a right life to knowMany ways thoughts and styleWill give more the more they grow If you think you've got it rightLet the inside come all outStraight on there you'll know its mightWhat each its ways are all aboutAmbitions will then do its acclaimSet the heart and world on fireAdmissions reaching the right frameIf you want to build your desire (This is from an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) . Peter S. Quinn


Amidst My Illumes (From 134 Picture Poems) amidst my illumesrealm of spellscapture sereneenchanted ocean beauty weavesreminiscentephemeral feelings mystic artendeavor Peter S. Quinn


Among Aging Trees among stretchingaging trees from stepsof fierce warriors a playing garden leafsoftens the ground Peter S. Quinn


Among The Blossoms (From, Rock Star) There is this rose,In a garden beautiful;And as life goes,With thorns cruel. Among the blossoms,From earth seeds;As the life possums,And the roots concedes. Like dragonflies above the trees,In knowledge and abilities;Finding out each contiguities,In colored ways and poetries. The blue of world beyond,When clouds drift away;Not to this earth bond,Each night or new day. With profound sky around,So deep in its applique;The horizon line is found,Inside all this quixote. Like dragonflies above the trees,In knowledge and abilities;Finding out each contiguities,In colored ways and poetries. Our world is so beautiful,Daydreams fading into sun;Their ways quite ignitible,To break out of our ration. Our spirt flies away high,To get to the gleaming stars;Let your imaginations try,Radio waves distance pulsars.


Like dragonflies above the trees,In knowledge and abilities;Finding out each contiguities,In colored ways and poetries. Peter S. Quinn


Amphi Houses It would be nice living thereUnder the rainbowWith colors everywhereIn their dreamy glowIt would be nice and friendlyTo have a morning shineUnder the bridge of medleyOf tinctures golden fine Now the heart is playingIn Wishful thinking’s hueAs the clouds are grayingAnd winter’s coming throughFor dream in urban CamelotAnd all its worthy whileThat time in reality hasn’t gotIn all its earthly style It would be nice to live and beIn those Amphi housesThe city worlds from there seeAs the street traffic dowsesIt would be nice and jovialTo have the night and moonIn their voyage enigmaticalThrough eve of glow swoon Peter S. Quinn


An Evening Day An evening dayin a fading breezecircling playto the hoursone by onein blowing ways Through meadows darkand inside mountainsin the mist of hazethe shadows dancethe dark into twilightone by onethey are softly gone Oh flower so finein earthand stillin the stillnessof timegoing byone by onethe hours come and go So much to learnand dreams to knowbefore the darkcomes again inand rises the shadowsto deep blithesky of forgottenday Peter S. Quinn


An Outsider In Tyrants Town (Iii) We will never say good-byeTo our self even when we sleepOur dreams are fresh and newWith clearance and in deep The water waves we splashUntil our thoughts are quietWe question not imaginationNor color our canvas at night Each window is countrysideTo hills that are all in bloomWithout rimless waves flightOur world is gray and gloom The artist is ferment with brushesNone quiet his blossoms downTo aims and directions he rusesHe's an outsider in tyrants town Peter S. Quinn


Anatomy Of Each Fortune Give us some young - old,What it is I don't know;Reasons bound to unfold,Inside this and that show.Rising like a heat wave,All that is now going on;Take away and all enslave,What is differently done. Anatomy of each fortune,Is not what you say or do;It's like more how you turn,And if it has that patsy pooh.Sometimes into empty space,It's going into reviewers fry;Not too many different ways,That you can use or try. Run away or make your day,It's a strange turning state;Feel and understand each way,Styles apart in each debate.Easy going one way street,Where will it then all end;Here's much rubbish indeed,Nothing durable to comprehend. Peter S. Quinn


And Colors Hit We are the ones,In endless love;Finding ourselves,In purest of times.We are the ones,Of high and of spirit;Letting everything go,And colors hit. I love you so,For ever more;This will just grow,Of this I'm sure.We are the ones,Of youth so sweet,Let bygones,Go, an easy street. Of this I know,Because of you;Such fondness glows,Because it's true.And if you try,To break away;You'll say goodbye,For just a day. Peter S. Quinn


And I Love You So And I love you soIn my wandering waysLike the clouds that goIn the manner that playsLost and found everyoneWhere the days meet nightAnd we are so aloneIn the lost of late flight With a heart catching fireFrom the day of never comeAny loving aspiring desireWhere every love is fromEmotions of deep oceansThat reaches to the landFlights of such devotionsOnly we may understand For this I love you soIn timeless space of thoughtLike a morning coming glowThose rainbows have taughtSomething inside quite dearOf every peripatetic playWhen love is so much nearIn words of closeness say Peter S. Quinn


And I Promise (From 'Meet The Moments') Meet the stars where they flyIn the deep of the farawayThrough the dim on night skyBefore dawn of a new dayThe feelings inside your heartWill show you where to goTraveling roads differences apartIs the way to find and know Meet my love inside of dreamsWith stars in gleaming brightIt shall give its glowing beamsThrough the haze of smoky nightAll I know is that I love youAnd I promise to be what I feelSomething to sense again so trueInstances of fondness becoming real Meet me on love's own crossroadsWhere continuation fiery desire isI have tried many shading codesBut never found a happiness blissAll I know is that I love youAnd I promise to be what I’m ableSomething to sense again for trueIn a world unsecure and unstable Peter S. Quinn


And The Song Shines On To Me And the song shines on to me,From the top of every tree...And I ask myself again and when,We both each comprehend.Wishing upon every star,That has fallen from my sky;Reaching out and reaching far,Living full until I die... Love is all like thisDream, full - like a first kiss,Heartfelt memory blissYou never want to miss. In my pocket is a buck,That I keep for charms and luck;Hope my fortune becoming soon,Maybe before next full moon.Inspiration's all I need,I have full of them indeed;Maybe something works for me,To help my Pegasus fly free. Peter S. Quinn


And Time Will Change Everything Just the way you are alwaysAnd time will change everythingFeeling of old interplaysWith your heart and belonging Like day and night is hereTorching each moment onLove is a way to shareEverything till it’s gone Just the manner it goesInto the evening waysMemories like sun glowsOf to the going yesterdays When everything was here stillNot too long agoAnd hope was in time's fulfillWithin the reddish glow Just like you and IFeeling sometimes differentlyUnder hope's variety skyThat is here drifting free Nobody knows the realityFilling the nowhere nowSo much is contrasting indefinitelyInto each high era and low Peter S. Quinn


Angel Eyes There is always morningIn these blue blue eyesEvery sweet and longingWith faraway dream skiesYou are comfortably nearWhen you are by my siteI love to have you hereEach morning, day and night There’s always dreamy glowIn your northern starsTears that from inside flowLike celestial quasarsYou have given me my dreamsFrom a night gone to dayWhere blue to outside streamsLike new dawn on its way There is always with youLove with so much earnestlyIrises so sweet and blueGiving love and hope to meI will want to have hereWith my dreams and longingsReaching out to somewhereLike the new morning sings Peter S. Quinn


Angels Of The Morning Sky Angels of the morning skyWith their wings of dreamy nightEvery low there and highWith their heavens light On to the days of sunshineGlowing fires of new daybreakEvery hour of day’s refineAs the morning comes to awake Storms are waiting by you next doorFeelings that never where really tryingPeace in harmony but there’s also warHard for a commitment defyingBecause all that is past is now dying Angels of the morning skyMorning after morning comingOpen up the bluest highYesterday before their blossoming On to the days of early hourNothing forever gets there stuckBouquets of May blossom flowerIf you are in its color’s luck Storms are waiting by you next shoreFeelings that never where really tryingPeace in harmony but also there’s warHard for a commitment defyingBecause all that is past is now actually dying Angels of the morning skyWith their wings of dreamy nightEvery low there and highIn a hope for a sunshine never to die Peter S. Quinn


Another Autumn Song Just another autumn songWhere all the leaves are fallingAnd our hearts together longMemories now back recalling When days were starting brightYoung in every new shadeThose summertime flowers nightWhen our true love was made Now another winter is nearWith all its grayish on glowingOctober and a lonesome yearBefore again it starts snowing So goodbye dear summer nightsI hope though to see you after thisWhen colors again come in lightsThrough all next summertime bliss Peter S. Quinn


Another Dance Another dance with youWill be so graceful tooBring its hours pleasureThat we'll both treasureThe time is deep and darkWith faraway glisten sparkThat embarks to our sightIn the glimpse of the night Another dance is foundThat keeps steps so roundAnd gracefully moving onTill dark of the far is goneThe wings of moment's timeIn flowing and in its primeUntil new coming daybreakClears the dark with awake Another moment is goneTo carry its memories onForm new to the past alongIn each its dance and songThat flickered on the wallWhen shades to day did fallO dreams say now goodbyeTo the coming morning sky Peter S. Quinn


Another Midnight (From 134 Picture Poems) another midnightsinking across soft earth hours fallthrough fragmentsof desire full dreams Peter S. Quinn


Another Potential (From, Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) Another PotentialComes our way once more,A route way for allTo keep it sound and sure;Love is like lifeFull of strange encounters,To each moment arriveSo different and asunder. Another walk throughThe many nowhere stand,You will meet it tooNot to understand;Contradict in disguiseFlight through dark and dim,With your pair of only eyesSeeing through the brim. Another PotentialIn a world of contrast borrow,Way of life are abysmalYesterdays and tomorrow;All is there to take or giveWhatever the society prefer;Encounter it and just liveYou may have your signature. Peter S. Quinn


Another Summer Day Another summer dayNow on the horizon Coming of colored wayIn form and deviation Clouds are drifting byIn their wonderment Filling up the blue skyIn their yawning distant Another dream livingFinding the beautiful Of pleasures in givingThose never are dull Their moments of joyIn all hours waking A summer can employIn dreams of a making These days now hereWith much to look for Earth coloring yearThat being all adore In days clear brightWhere dreams on go New emerald green sightIn opened vision flow Peter S. Quinn


Another Summer Song (…soon To Be Published AtSheetmusic Publishing) Another summer songJust as sweet as beforeFor the heart to longSomething more and moreLove of the eveningIn the gardens’ perfumeWhere the flowers bringExotically hue bloom You and I so closeWhile the hours go byInto the dim red roseOf amber nocturnal skyClouds above to fillDreams that go and findFaraway places thrillLeaving reality behind Somewhere in our bracesWe will float there tooInto the fair fairies placesThat comes here throughWhen nocturnal hours startFilling our celestial whileWe from our thoughts departThrough each dream mile Peter S. Quinn


Any Hour Of Love Any hour of loveInto the mist of nightPlenty affections ofTill the sun is brightFeelings that touch a heartGoing and comingSome though departIn their summer blooming Any hour of youLike a affection's fullSkies of silver and blueNever a moment dullWhispering winds hollowGlow in colors highThere is plenty of tomorrowAs new times fly Any hour of meInto the growth of dreamsAlways full and plentySummer golden beamsSilver skies and blueYesterdays gave so muchNow it's up to me and youTo make anew touch - - Any hour of loveInto the mist of nightPlenty affections ofTill the sun is brightFeelings that touch a heartGoing and comingSome though departIn their summer blooming


Peter S. Quinn


Any Hour Of Love 2 Any hour of loveInto the mist of nightPlenty affections ofDark blue moon light Dream going in glowingDays to awake like newHours of the moments goingLight that gets through Any hour of nightStreaming on to the darkDim in its scattered lightThat ones in heart did spark Softly like weaving oceanHours that once wereFull of their content and emotionTo distances afar everywhere Any hour of new dayNow is the time of memoryAs early dawn will playOnly for lonesome me Any Hour of LoveThat has all gone to afarLife is a mystic so much ofJust like a faraway star Now there's nothing forever moreOnly the days that are comingThoughts like waves to a shoreStill in my heart are blooming Peter S. Quinn


Any Sour That Comes Any sweetness comes there onWith hands to clap aboutThings and thoughts that are doneIn their meaningless doubtWhat has been talked and playedWith crowds thoughts driftingNever for a whole lots long stayedNor was it quite much uplifting Rush time hours are castingWith their untruth at lastNothing worth in its trustingThat has showed its roughcastYou have thoughts that are shiftingInto dusty transportation fallenEvery opportunity riftingWith its unhelpfulness installin' Any sour that comes from sweetAs a line of attack thinkingMust be lack or from some needIn its ways of connote stinkingNowhere roads lead to nothingIsn't faraway from here or aheadOnly its heart's desires bluffingBy means of their words dead Rush time hours are castingWith their untruth at lastNothing worth in its trustingThat has showed its roughcastCircling ways of clouds liftingThrough their drift and sprawlin'Quarrelsome words their griftingFrom the faraway sky howlin' Peter S. Quinn


Anyone’s Nobody Knowing I'll take my hat and leaveAnd walk the street of manyWhere the moments are briefOf thoughts from almost any I felt cold but almost closeAs I was walking there byIn this woven life that goesLike clouds of drift in sky Everyone seemed so lonelyIn doing their restlessly ownWe meet all with eyes-onlyAnd nothing else is shown The many crowded streetsAre always so alone goingAnd no one there really meetsFor anyone’s nobody knowing Peter S. Quinn


Anything Anything is possibleOn a clear dayThe world is fullOf opportunities to playAnything is in luckTo give and tryYou don't need to be stuckIn saying goodbye Anything is out thereFind it and makeGood luck is everywhereWith your piece of cakeAnything is in youJust start makingDreams still come trueIn their times of waking Anything in new springWith morning skyRise up now and singGive your life a tryAnything is out thereLike the stars are fallingGood luck is everywhereTo your day is calling Peter S. Quinn


Anything Seems In Time anything seems in timebeyond lights and clouds with sun and moonrunning safein our sight Peter S. Quinn


Anyway For My Love (From, To Oscar) O here we go then again,With this problematic story;Outside there is still rain,It looks like the world all sorry.What to do or say,Can anybody know;This or that - it's okay,Just a little more snow. The shorter it takes to be secure,The better it is for the days to come,Why be alarm when you can be assure. Get lose, get lose,Turning your fate around;Get lose, get lose,Make ways and expound;Get lose, get lose,Anything can be found. Be smart in your wording,These days are with flirting and coming in love;All is in the sunshine,And the blue sky set line,That passes me above. These days are in feelings,Inside the heart ceilings,That brings out love's peelings. Get lose, get lose,This is what its all about;Get lose, get lose,Take away winter's doubt;Get lose, get lose,Dance your way to breakout. Get lose, get lose,Into heights and clouds;


Get lose, get lose,From where it enshrouds;Get lose, get lose,Over doubting crowds. Yes anyway for my love,Anyway. For my love, for my love,For my love, for my love,For my love, for my love,Anyway. Get lose, get lose,Try to be much lighter;Get lose, get lose,You'll see the world's brighter;Get lose, get lose,If you are a real fighter: For love, for all love. Peter S. Quinn


Anywhere I Wander Anywhere I wander,I'll be coming back;I am an 'understander',Compassion I don't lack.Give me some to take,Inspirations I'll create;So much is here at stake,I can not abbreviate. Anywhere I am restless,I'll be filled with spirit;There is no abjectness,For it's all too affectionate.So give me some to take,More out of it will come;With emotions I'll ache,And all shorts of tantrum. Anywhere I am asunder,From the feelings I do;I am not an abandoner,When I need to disapprove.Something I think's wrong,Anything I can't understand;Got to know where I belong,So it's clear beforehand. Peter S. Quinn


April Is In April is in with blossom flowersAt my door and some withinWhitish and yellow in their dowersShading gracious in a spinMagical moments and lilies sweetGarden in new refreshing waysEverything for a bouquet you needTurning on coming summer days April of beginning spring touchMaking moments of pleasures highLove songs in forest I love so muchReturning clear and bluish skyImmortals in feelings awaking callThrough every gold blossoms madeTo each new dream opportunities fallIn each fragrance and falling shade Green and in silvery gown dressBringing the good day within reachSummer new morning with its caresSomething of a way again to teachGoodbye to winter in frosty whiteNow here is spring returning againFrom under rime and darkish nightLaid out in blossom of golden grain Peter S. Quinn


Archer Who Plays (From 134 Picture Poems) archer who playswith weaving desire glowing candlesendless fading fire Peter S. Quinn


Architecture Hands (From 134 Picture Poems) architecture handsstructure within blank a wooden pieceand frosty accomplishment today's lesseningand growingthrough others kept chores Peter S. Quinn


Are The Hours Long Dark? It’s finally goneBeautiful yesterday brightCarrying like drift onSpaces of memories lightFeeling that gave a torchTo love like red aboveWhen you are so muchWith my heart still full of It’s finally eveningGlowing on to the nightWhen old thoughts will singWhat went wrong or rightIn love of an love’s deepLike that of oceans waveInside for all times to keepWhen we a touch shall crave Are the hours long dark?With our moments onOr shall those again sparkWhen this night is goneSo much is outside thereAlways drifting on freeGiving its love to somewherePerhaps to someone like me Peter S. Quinn


Are These Lost Computers? Are these lost computers?Found elsewhereScreen to eyes intrudersFrom under unreality there Eyes to screen are livingIn their made realityFor our enjoyments givingThat what comes to be? I feel so lost there tooInside my lonelinessThough I can still find youIn a keyboard's caress This sweetness of the grayThat flickers its flameIs never staying the sameIn any given name Are these lost inside souls?Finding their mislaid wayIn different kinds of rolesWhen computer is up to play O hello there internetHow are you now playing?I'll have to say with some regretThis night is not long staying Peter S. Quinn


Are You Confused Are you confused about love?Like the clouds farawayWhere they drift carelessly aboveTo meet a new coming dayOr the seagulls out on billowsThey eagerly with wings playWith the waves and the flowsThat never for long will stay Are you confused about me?That is here by your sideGiving love to teach and beWith each coming new tideMy heart is open to youWith every prospect in fightAnd I come here to renewA thought I feel as if right Are you confused about life?In each its uncertain wayHow their turning give strifeIn their much to and fro swayEvery road will come and goIn their widest reaching stayWhen to leave you will knowIf you trust the distances play Peter S. Quinn


Around The Moment around the momentwhen the breeze speaks soft tongue of musicin timeless harmony all the birds listen Peter S. Quinn


Around The Sunshine Going – An Evening Song I am dreaming into the lonely dayThat slowly will make the evening playAround the sunshine goingAnd subsiding shadows flowing So much of autumn colorsAre coming in dark and dimAround and round like crullersThe blossoming bud will trim My heart wend away this eveWith thoughts that yearning weaveAnd makes one happy or sadOf what one - once had Like the wind in trees and on leavesEach moment is so valuableIn what our mind conceivesAnd gives our thoughts to rule Their secret lies in their breathThat momentarily comes throughAnd with their instant deathThere comes in a different view I dream like the flies passing byDrifting away with the puff of airWhere the perspicuity will untieWhat lines I’ve written here… Peter S. Quinn


As I Fade Away As I fade away...Like the flowers doFrom lives rayWith my hours fewLoneliness occursWith its contendLong and hurting spursEach my will to bend Rain is like sunshineGiving to wakeDraw the simple lineWhat's at your stakeNothing will come outWhen you don't tryEverywhere aboutAre bottomless sky As I fade insideAnd my wrinkles comeI'll touch and guideYounger fresher someWith my little sayingHopefully I wishEvery concept weighingAs a way to accomplish Day is like nightMany worthy takeSome are lost in flightWhen they finally makeSomething to talk aboutIn their low and highThey'll show some doubtAnd unworthy lie As I fade in playI'll feel comfortableNone for long will stay


When day's almost fullLights come to bearFading into rustI'll become my wearUntil I am dust Peter S. Quinn


As I Grow Old As I grow oldTimes are changingWaves forgotten coldWith new arranging Dreams in days wereBut now they're goneInto the water I stareAnd then I go on Ocean in its blueSoftly still singingDays coming throughStill freshness bringing All is but a dreamInto the going deepTheir writings in streamFor no one to keep As I grow oldFlowers falling autumnTheir stories untoldIn a lost poem Peter S. Quinn


As I Wander In My Thoughts As I wander in my thoughts,Long way out of the roads;The curtain becomes more drawn,And my ponder fills with loads. The dreams are lifting the heights,From ground and to the sky;And all my head thus it fills up,With questions such as why, For all I know I'll ask again,If reasons are behind a cloud;I search and then I am taken,To all forms of way and doubt, The knowledge is so profound,And everything in doctrine kept;I've propounded a mystical night,And have not much since slept. Peter S. Quinn


As Sweet As The Sin There is love in moonlightAs sweet as the sinWith feelings in its flightThat dreams do spinEvery hour is of its kissesAnd gleaming spellWorld’s reality one don’t missesFor everything is well Like the moon is always aboveIn its fairytale blueSo is everyone who’s in loveEspecially me and youIn moments that come to giveDreams of feeling fineWe together them shall liveWith touches one can’t define Every day is here to longFor night to comeWith an easily breezy songWhere love is all fromThere is love in all the darkWith an evening blissTogether we will find its sparkWhen we meet to kiss Peter S. Quinn


As The Clouds Go By As the clouds go byThe night is coming inTo the dark heavy skyWith its wistful spin Stars like glow flowersUpon heavens sphereTimeless space hoursTo flights of somewhere As day becomes in darkFrom the evening on shineThe Milky Way will sparkEach its constellation line So much still to discoverWhy on earth we are hereWhat shall space uncover?What is still out there? As the clouds go highAnd the moon becomes clearThoughts of wonderment flyAnd make these ways near Beautiful glowing sightOn to the dreams flowingBewilderment dark nightWhere is the future going? Peter S. Quinn


As The Night Comes As the night comesSo goes my heartAs the day awakesSo starts my loveEvery love is blossom redLike awakening rosePassion that lost has bledLike love that away goes… As the night comesSo is the black stoneAs the earth a glowsSo starts my loveEvery love is weaving seaForever to and froInside streams eternallyWe in passion row… I'm a sand corn in timeFor heavens come callingNow is my sweet primeBefore the autumn´s fallingWe both are the sameDays and nights on goingBurring on lives flameOur kindle is now glowing RefrainArrows, arrows, arrowsSteady gong here throughArrows, arrows, arrowsBrief moments to renew As the night comesWith wings desireEvery bloom blossomsIn its reddish fireMy heart touches youIn the coming shade


Veins of yearning blueLove sensation made RefrainArrows, arrows, arrowsSteady gong here throughArrows, arrows, arrowsBrief moments to renew As the night comesSo goes my heartAs the day awakesSo starts my loveEvery love is blossom redLike awakening rosePassion that lost has bledLike love that away goes…I'm a sand corn in timeFor heavens come callingNow is my sweet primeBefore the autumn´s fallingWe both are the sameDays and nights on goingBurring on lives flameOur kindle is now glowing Peter S. Quinn


As The Night Comes – A Song As the night comes here throughIn its dimly mood melodyAnd every feeling is blueIn another morning somewhere free I thought of a love we madeThrough the hours with glimmering starsWhile we both stayed up lateIn the shadows of frosty isobars We were giving a light to fireBringing something from under its sleepEvery love of our desireThat the flickering moods can't keepAnd suddenly the night was goingWith the doldrums of its fires flowingAnd the moon was up there aloneThrough the clouds drifting in its blue tone I have always been so much in loveWith every thought I remembered about youThey came and wafted without much thought ofWhile we were there with longings to doEvery hour is a love song to youEvery hour is a love song to meThere is always a time to be born newThere is always a time to fly freeCome give me the tones of your songsI'll listen to your enticing melodyWhere everything somewhere belongsLike a love sweet orchestrated symphony Peter S. Quinn


As The Night Comes In As the night comes inI hear the flowing waterIn its streaming travelin'As it squashes and splatter!Through time aloneWith the winds of cry mysteryOn down flow pebble stoneThat time polishes for free Every breezing blowThat circles here aroundGives mirror glowOn waves in stillness boundLike eternityThat comes to my eyesForever so freeIn its low voiced disguise Peter S. Quinn


As The Night Went Away I felt the day closing inAs the night went awayOld dreams in twilight spinTill they meet first of dayQuietness of the seasonHolding its breath when awakeThere's freshness in its reasonThat the morning will take Every day is the sameOnly new dawn is differentIn its glow blue reddish flameAnd the whitish out bentCloud to cloud drifting highWith their many ways to giveIn the awakening of each whyThat every day shall live Yesterdays is old newsNothing more to wake the sensesAs they dance together cuesFill with answers every tensesHypnotize with wintry stringsSongs to entertain the awakenWhen glow from dawn bringsSpectrum shades from dark taken Peter S. Quinn


As The Season Ends As a season endsall is here in going,and its newest blendsin its timeless glowing.Colors in their makingblossoms differently,another view takingfor times to come and be. Yesterdays tomorrowsall in turning flame,trends of time borrowsnever again the same.seeds of growing wisdomdays that are going by,start of time's blossomwhere time's future lie. All is in the knowingwhat comes here to be,beauties their showingfor new times eternally.All colors are of beautyin their style and view,seasons come to betimeless in their renew. As a season endsall is here in going,and its newest blendsin its timeless glowing.So much like our livingwhen we build and grow,roots of futures givingwith their time to show. All is in the knowingwhat comes here to be,time is coming and going


for this - eternally. Peter S. Quinn


As The Wind Plays As the wind playsIts eternal harmonyMany tones and laysOf floating on freeTunes of ever songsThat the wind knowsAnd to no one belongsIn their infinity flows Ringing times thruHere gone tomorrowEpochs of all tooThose chords do borrowSome were for springBrightly tones onOther in autumn singTill the shades are gone Summer moods brightFreshly pitches flowingFluffy and so lightIn combinations goingOthers moods are dimWinter deep and darkA little whimsy whimIn their Christmas spark! Peter S. Quinn


As The Wintery Breezy Plays Sing a song of feeling's glowIn the night that is around hereTime comes and times goWith their kindling far and nearLove by circumstances beyondInto the river of time’s brokenSome promises might be foundAnd their worthy living token Rising glow without anyone's controlInto the evening of goingAs the cold within sideways strollIn its icily pearly glowingDeep contained by my heart I'll singOf sunshine moody daysAnd back flowers from them bringAs the wintery breezy plays Sing a song of autumn stillAnd the times that are coming byWith their wonderings to fillWith hope dark clouds in the skyWhen the longings are hopeless illusionsWith my dreams woven into themIn winter's coming confusionsOf instances and conditions ahem Peter S. Quinn


As Times Go By As times go byNight dances awayOpens up bright skyNew time meets a new dayAs passions on flyAnd each ones forgottenBreaks up old tieThe new once are tauten But love is still hereWithin everything goingFrom blossoms everywhereAnd all its colors glowingTheir dreams are on highAnd always from the freeThey never completely dieBut always with time be As times go byYou might forget meAnd what we did tryEach love so faithfullyBut we stood test of timeThru dark and the lightWhen we were in primeAnd youth took its flight Peter S. Quinn


As You Are as you areevery day and nightlike a starshining on so brightlove's forsakenif all is for nothingno fortunate makingonly the bluffing as you benothing to worryjust that you seelife in a hurrymoments and aftereverything's clearon a time's raftergoing nowhere living so breezytimes in a daysome comes easyothers as it mayworking and longingby and bygonein time's bongingthemes that go on Peter S. Quinn


Aspiring Time And Its Vignettes My heart is broken from withinBecause the world doesn't speakThere's only a downward spinIn the ways to know and seekFlowers falling with their leavesNot yet grown in summer breezeNo opportunities only grievesOpening chance of success keys Everybody needs their true justWith its reasoning's and its edgeOr seeds of the future will be lostWithout its proper claimed allegeNothing ever goes the sameIn our world of our many waysThere are desires and their flameTuring colors with many sways My heart wishes all its worthFrom feelings given to be freeLet my confident be in its birthAlways I need to perform and beStrangest things to happen yetWith their many assorted bouquetsAspiring time and its vignettesTo be full blooming in the grays Peter S. Quinn


Assorted Flowers Like drifting clouds we all are,From the past to this day;There are reasons like peace and war,For what we do and what we say.Come together for this age,All will be here soon in the past;What you have you got in wage,So its time will come to last. Wrong or right you may be,That is not the question here;For the coming ages are to see,Where will it stand all from there.Enjoying things for right or wrong,You will soon not ish which is yours;Please enjoy contemporary song,And their picks of assorted flowers. Same I say to all the poems new,You either give or give not enough;To make a bouquet of colored few,Times are elegant or crudely rough.Nothing here to pull out or provoke,Only vegetables that you know;Large and small some that'll choke,As the times will come and go. Peter S. Quinn


Ástin Hún Leikur ástin hún leikurum ljúfar stundirhvort sem ?ú vakire?a blundarhver strengur hann syngurí hjartanu hreinuog aldrei á me?anver?ur?u einn allt sem ?ú átt erí minningum fali?hvort sem ?ú vakire?a blundarfortí?in flygur um huga ?érog upp koma myndirsem minningin geymirog aldrei á me?anver?ur?u einn (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


At Long Last Love At long last loveHas nothing quite newThere’s so much inside there ofThat never becomes trueSweet as every day givesNothing forever staysMemories that in our mind livesWith every thought plays Strong as the outside far-outThat has no completenessWith every aspect there aboutThat gives of its lost caressesBe what you are from now onLike rain drops fall and dryNew futures to be goneJust as a new morning sky There shall never be the sameWhat we have tried to reachThe moments do counterclaimWhat understandings beseechTry reaching your goal to giveEpochs of its many timesYou had to accomplish and liveWhen long last loveWas in its primes Peter S. Quinn


At The Viaduct Under the moon sky of floatThe wings of my heart are tryingTo fill hand in hand noteOf silences from the night dying Those drift in clouds of easy goingAnd twinkling sparkle glowing Each swaying grass on earth aloneWith its moistening dew soothingWhen heart's in beat of speechless toneAnd surface of dreams smoothing Those drift in clouds of easy goingAnd twinkling sparkle glowing In its departing and faraway curvingOf conjure that glow in wave's speedsThose flames up high preservingThat through endlessness accedes Those drift in clouds of easy goingAnd twinkling sparkle glowing We’ve found in search of esteemIn dreams that came to be conferredOf what not is - nevertheless seemWith each of the nightfall’s offered Those drift in clouds of easy goingAnd twinkling sparkle glowing Peter S. Quinn


At Times In Shadows – Sonnet Days of beauty are at times in shadowsOf the cloudlets coming through the deep skyThe feelings of dark in questions of whyWith some radiance aspect of their glowsThe tender light in a heart that once was brightIs shading in more and becoming all lessWhen heaven is in rain clouds without caressAnd days become like silhouettes in night Such days are lacking thoughts in serenelyAnd impaired to half in their broken darkToo calm to be in good or endearinglyAnd never in grace to kindness embarkShades of their ways are irked yet beautifulIn their raven tress and discordant dull Peter S. Quinn


Attic Old Flowers The morning has comeTo give back to someThe attic old flowersFrom past summer showersThe things from past daysThat gave us times to rememberThe turning and lost waysLike autumn in September You and I so very closeGoing for sure and moreBelieve in loving giving a roseKindness is what life is forAlways to please early onNothing could stop our believeFlowers so sweet in the sunOurs to give hours to weave Living our lives caring be goneRide on to years with loveMuch of it lost still there is funDrifting like clouds far aboveThe morning has comeTo give back to someThe attic old flowersFrom past summer showers Peter S. Quinn


August Songs August songs are coming inOne by one they leave their roadsSunshine giving with their spinSharing moments with their loadsThere are not yet starry nightsOnly perfumed evening scentHappy longings no burning plightsEverything is quite well meant Songs of heart in perfect boundCrossing ways that haven't doneEyes of wondering inside foundEverything that gives its funDesperation will not show upOnly thoughts that peacefully lieDrinking the pleasures in its cupNever catching the sullen sky Whispering never a disappointParanoid that in darkness comesHappy existence together jointThrough the scales of mood hums Peter S. Quinn


Autumn Feeling Feeling of love is everywhereAs the times go on byI'll remember it here and thereLike sun glow in the skyDays gone were lonely someEverything is again callingEmotions like summer blossomDay to the autumn falling Feeling of a dream in heartLove like tones of deepEverything goes night will startNothing is ours to keepGarden flowers falling leavesSongs of summer leavingMoments in their lonely grievesHours in shadows deceiving Feeling inside of lonelinessAs autumn says goodbyeMoments of green and caressFalling leaves on their flyEverything had its summer dreamNow it time is doneYesterdays in the autumn streamHours of remembrance on Peter S. Quinn


'Autumn' Haiku The autumneach leaf turning gold then brownsoon fallen to earth - We want to thank everybody, who has written comments to Peter’s poetry, - youare most honorable people. Thank you all ; -) The Crew Peter S. Quinn


Autumn Haiku... Summer is weepingIn autumn leaves now falling- One by one they go Peter S. Quinn


Autumn Songs The river is in struggleBecause of the sand at the bottom and the pebbles that get in its wayBut it shall overcome and flow again freeOn its way to the seaIt’s raining in the desertLike teardrops from aboveWith galleries of unknown picturesIn the mud My naked footsteps are gone in a whileFrom the heavy rainThat pounds the soil and my bare feetWith its soft caressing dropsI feel them as Inuit songsFrom the wildernessWhere my alone thoughts wanderAmong the spirits Today I satIn front of my tentAnd listened to the birdsIn their migratory songsSinging their farewellsBefore winter It’s now time for meOnce againTo dance the Rain DanceAnd cut half of my long hairAnd burry it into the soft earthFor mourning my ancestorsThe going of summerAnd for Good Luck Peter S. Quinn


Autumn Wind Haiku Alone open bloomto be forgotten next dayin the autumn wind Peter S. Quinn


Autumn’s Avenues Glow: It is leave. I had a joyful timeUnder the bough of the firsIn the breezing of summer songs spurs They had its pleasure till eveningSo much there to find for yourselfA song to remember till springOf a sweetness that of moments tell My house is now into its ownA darkness of a drifting shore*The moods of the yesterdays have flownAnd time - a stern - is as sure as beforeThat shadows stay up – whiles, long to goThey wander into avenues of cornered glowAgitatedly - till they find a new light's row (Inspiration: Autumn Day by Rainer Maria Rilke) * Seamen tell me, - when they see a shore in darkness, it often drifts beforetheir eyes, especially if there is mist out there with the darkness… Peter S. Quinn


Autumn's In The Air (From, Illuminating Night) Autumn's in the air,And days of memories;It’s this time of year,In all gathering unities.Flowers are withering,To the colors of dark;For summer is anchoring,Its vigor and spark. The roads to new dreams,In twilight now are;And everything seems,In a mood swing afar.The silence are prolonged,In travail voice foretold;That sully moments pronged,Before winters behold. Autumn swings in moods,From day to days that come;World of different attitudes,Standing near and solemn.Like the summer started,Patently now going through;The autumn heavyhearted,Before its hue time is due. Peter S. Quinn


Awake Awake - tones of the wind,Shine - sunbeams from the sun;Rise up distance soldiers,Evoke your pen with words.Hear your thoughts in the singing,From the singers of the woods;Find your heart again with freshness,Among the newborn and the brave.Awake in green growing covers,That heals all earthly wounds;Rise up and speak in freedoms,That wilderness alone is born in.Awake - waves of the water,That hollows the hardest of rock;Give birth to life of endurance,That grows with timeless futures.Awake - tones of lasting thoughts,Shine - tolerance of all opinions;Rise up distance soldiers,Evoke your pen with words. Peter S. Quinn


Awake - Our Dreams There is this time and hours,We all will come and dream;And find the little flowers,That seeds will give to stream.It's deep within our own heart,And bright like day in dawn;From there our wisdom will start,And all our freedom is drawn. Oh give that dream more sun,And playgrounds of the bright;Let shadows be on the run,And freedom come with its light.Though all is still a dream,It may never be forgotten;For time will sometime deem,The shallow dark and rotten. Break down a shadowed wall,To bring more sunshine in;Rectitude to each man´s call,And every dark corner win.Our hands will build and make,Freedom to touch the sky;And every true dream awake,That gives us the reasons why. Peter S. Quinn


Awake Two And Two (From 134 Picture Poems) awake two and twobeyond despaired need head to headinto desired dreams from years of asleep reality Peter S. Quinn


Awakening Love awakening lovewith desiring eyes flirting thick mouthand purple lips holding back darkin a smile Peter S. Quinn


Awakening Sky awakening skytouching new believes where nightof desires comes fromold life's lamps Peter S. Quinn


Awakening Sky 2 Oh sweet awakening skyMy heart awaits youEach feeling is for the tryIn the summerset blueThe flowers in bouquetsOf the past never goneTurn me to straight waysTill my road is done You and I driftingJust like the clouds highMoods of each others liftingAs the time goes byYou have my love thereinMoments together areEach in their turning's spinYour twinkling eyes afar Oh my rose to youI'll give with my heartAlways again to renewTill the end of life's start Peter S. Quinn


Awaking Your Heart Spring is always fresh and freeWhen it’s in here life to giveGreenery meadows and fields to seeAwaking your heart to liveRearranging your longing waysFlowers in garden to lookTurning to colors from monodies graysFlowing a stream from the brook Changing your heart to give fireAnd eyes to gaze out the windowPassion with each feeling and desireComing in a pleasurable showRain that soothes and ever changingCarefully giving its dropsLife and emotions rearrangingFrom hills and mountains tree tops Where have you been for awhile?When there were frosty cold rosesNow is the green to green styleWith plentiful color overdosesNight is perhaps the most beautifulWhen there's twilight’s blue skyAnd silently moments never dullBringing new dawn to its high Peter S. Quinn


Away Darling we have our memoriesTwisted and left behindSome with hours made freeFor the folk that go on to be blindRain is never for the senselessWho can't understand a word?Or an idea coming clear freshInto your heart like a crying bird Flesh to jackal and lighteningI'm surrounded by wastelandOnly to establish the one thingNot in ease or stricture commandPerfumed of enchanted lilacsI'm surrounded to find and establishFor when someone in gifts lacksHe will most freshness dismiss Keep away with such a jackalThat never will give to knowEach sentence for them too tallTo give it its spark or a glowA scarlet it leaves or volcanoNo slender in combatant foamLike any old saying will go:Away with such fakes’ chrome Peter S. Quinn


Away To A Dream Come to sleepThe hours are so darkDreams to keepThoughts to harkFly fly away to a dreamReality let goSomewhere everything seemFloating and moving slow A yesterday is goneThe streets are empty nowInto a dream drawnThe hours of the rowA fantasy world to beCatching a thought driftingThe inner eyes to seeTo spiritual ways uplifting VerseCatch the wind and sailInto the very deepThrough strangest fairytaleDrift and thoughts to keepCatch with wings freeBeams of sunshine newThe fantasies to beInside a dream with you Come to sleepThe hours are so darkA placeless leapThe pathways of sparkSo faraway from realityWhere deep oceans areThe dreamy worlds freeSleeping eyes afar Bring peace to your mindIn a world of fantasy


Leave reality behindMend the road of creativitySomewhere to go tonightMany roads to adhereEverything is going alrightComing through and clear VerseCatch the wind and sailInto the very deepThrough strangest fairytaleDrift and thoughts to keepCatch with wings freeBeams of sunshine newThe fantasies to beInside a dream with you Peter S. Quinn


Away To The Dreams Of Morning Away to the dreams of morning,I will sing to you a little song;For I have thoughts and a yearning,Which in my heart are strong. The blooms of summer are falling,With the rusty colours on;As autumn is back calling,Each bouquet that is now done. All beauty does surrender,To the withering fall and frost;And every affection so tender,Is until next spring gone and lost. Away to dream that once were,But still in memories sleep;For flames are momentarily done here,Though dew from each dawn still weep. For life is tender and living,And passions of strong and week;Every summer is forward giving,Assortments each love does seek. Peter S. Quinn


Away With Each My Longings (From My Musical, ThisIs My Life) Away with each my longingsThat came right down and besideLike a theme of new singing'sThat inside my soul did hideSo much of intermediate feelingThat faces the soaring goneAnd each my new path is stealingTill everything has drift on Spinning webs spinning sublimeDaydreams from the heart of mineSomething of some every timeLike when day's full of sunshineReaching to everything in dulcetTrying to give of its awakeFrom the hours gone in neglectWhen old fall songs were at stake Away and drifting on freeTo the moods of freshly earthWhen things come new to beIn every freshness coming worthThose days will be different from nowShowing their tinctures playLike a thought's old glowThat I remembered in a way Peter S. Quinn


Awesome Delight Awesome DelightThe little cloud,That wanders aboutDay and night. Above the earthFor us to look at,From life's birthGlad and sad. Awesome DelightOf mist and rain,Mysterious flightWithout our pain. Your fallen dropsSoothe every thirst,So all earth cropsInto bloom burst. Awesome DelightI wonder why,You lose your flightTo fall and die. Peter S. Quinn


Babe All I Want Is You Babe all I want is youFor good times to roll alongEverything is quite blueWhen you are this youngThe daydreaming goes onAnd anything can happenYou and I could have some funDon't let seriousness be trappin' Babe few years to and froLife is but a playgroundJust like there's now winter's snowOur young years won't be always aroundGive and take pleasureLets be quite good friendsThere is so much treasureWhen feelings together blends Oh darling you are my everythingPlease bring out the good in meLet my heart with yours singLets fly with imaginary wings freeTogether into fantasy landThey'll call it just puppy loveBecause they can't understandWhat two young hearts are made of Babe all I want is youFor good times to roll alongEverything is quite blueWhen you are this youngThe daydreaming goes onAnd anything can happenYou and I could have some funDon't let seriousness be trappin' (From an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) .


Peter S. Quinn


Baby Blue Eyes Beautiful as a roseLovely as a tune,I meet you up closeIn the first days of June;Baby blue eyesTurning on blue skies,What have you seen?Where have you been? I was turned onIn the early of spring,With the summer sunThe heart would sing:'Love is so trueWhen its all new,Sweet as the daysIt longs for and plays'. Love is like trustThat comes and goes,Falling down star dustThat for a time glows;Longings and beautiesImprisons and frees,Inside a young heartRight from the start. Night and young daysWe must go on,Tide's turning waysAlmost nearly done;The garden's so youngWith all what we long,The seeds in the earthThere in their first birth. Baby blue eyesBeginning to glow,After winter's goodbyes


And old frosty snow;I feel so luckyWith what comes to be,Knowing new lifeWhen the colors arrive. Peter S. Quinn


Baby Here I Am Still Baby here I am stillGiving my heart awayPromises to fulfillTill the end of a dayAll is of a suddenWay to come and goSome may be forgottenBefore winter's glow But I am just thisWith what I ever doLittle bit of remissAnd weighty there tooCome be my dancerIn my jungle daydreamI might not be an answerTo the principle theme You got my invitationTo draw a line in rimeWays of your imaginationForwarded music timeSlowly into your emotionsDrawn away from limelightPassions in its erosionsLove’s spirit and delight Peter S. Quinn


Baby My Heart Baby my heart is still with youEvery night and every dayBeyond the stars and deep sea blueI'll be there finding our waySummer will come in colors shineInto the dawn and the brightEvery true shading will be fineTill there again comes the night You and I and the blue skiesWith everything outside to comeFlowery bouquets in their surpriseWith what comes to us there from?Right or wrong whatever it isFeelings we gave from the insideAll what's here and we missWhenever our feelings would hide Baby my heart feel the beat I giveJust as long as I can do soThere is this feeling worthy to liveBecause its importance it'll showEverything is leaving forever stuckInto the drafting’s of waysIf love hasn't got it its out of luckForever in oblivion's dim haze Peter S. Quinn


Baby, Tomorrow I Wonder Baby tomorrow I wonderWhere my thoughts shall beOceans afar - asunderWhere doubtful questions fleeTry not to long too muchFeelings aside those playControls so out of touchInto sallow fall's ray Maybe tomorrow will giveWhat got lost right now?And we could both liveThrough this torment somehowYesterdays don’t come backOnly their memoriesWhat each reality lackAn instant of actuality never sees You are still steps missingWhere I'm reaching toThough your lips I’ll be kissingIn my dreams untrueWhat did drive us apart?Was it the differences we are?Lacking a beat from the startOur inside feelings of war ChorusMaybe tomorrow will giveWhat got lost right now?And we could both liveThrough this torment somehowYesterdays don’t come backOnly their memoriesWhat each reality lackAn instant of actuality never sees Baby tomorrow I wonder


Peter S. Quinn


Back Road To Izzard Back road to Izzard,Going from eternity;The end has no start,Onset none can see. Refrain:Tell me where I am going,Is the road clear to get?No sign of here's showing,Who we before met. Back road in blizzard,Futures in fraternity;Somewhere’s a wizard,Knowing magic's a.b.c. Traveling in the dark,Somewhere long the road:A village green park,With a dwelling abode. Refrain:Tell me where I am going,Is the road clear to get?No sign of here's showing,Who we before met. Back road to Izzard,Going from eternity;The end has no start,Onset none can see. Peter S. Quinn


Bad Boy – Because There are moments lost in my natural skyFeeling times that are done to nothingEvery time travel there asking reasons whySometimes giving no answers - just bluffingTaking my heart to pieces in each try When I reach down to deepest of my lowFinding no answers to keep me still highWhen my life is a shadow of darkish glowAnswering nothing of its reasons and whyOnly time spaces between goings to fly I´m not a substitute for agent 007Only awake up call to be taken seriouslyI'll give you a touch of my heavenIf you are behaving mysteriouslyBecause I´m a man in blackPointing my future at youKeeping you on the right trackAnything to get you here through Nothing to get exited either wayOnly point-blank clear for its goFeeling pressures of a coming playTo the hours that I don’t knowDrifting by and by in their flowingIn the answers that never comeAlways something either way goingTo somewhere it all is fromNothing taking a turn to moreJust a seat in the corner of dark nightComing to nowhere in what it’s all forBecause it has lost all its flight Nothing more to be done or saidFor my decisions are staying right hereDon’t worry- be happy – stay aheadJust agree and everything’s clear


Nothing to get exited either wayOnly point-blank clear for its goFeeling pressures of a coming playTo the hours that I don’t knowDrifting by and by in their flowingIn the answers that never comeAlways something either way goingTo somewhere it all is fromNothing taking a turn to moreJust a seat in the corner of dark nightComing to nowhere in what it’s all forBecause it has lost all its flight I´m not a replacement for agent 007Only awake up call to be taken seriouslyI'll give you a touch of my heavenIf you are behaving mysteriouslyBecause I´m a man in blackPointing my future at youKeeping you on the right trackAnything to get you here through Nothing more to be done or saidFor my decisions are staying right hereDon’t worry- be happy – stay aheadJust agree and everything’s clear Whenever you try - it's getting lostLike a flight into nothing from nowhereFeeling downsides and double-crossedReaching to nowhere from here to there I´m not a substitute for agent 007Only awake up call to be taken seriouslyI'll give you a touch of my heavenIf you are behaving mysteriouslyBecause I´m a man in blackPointing my future at youKeeping you on the right trackAnything to get you here through Because I´m a man in black


Pointing my future at youKeeping you on the right trackAnything to get you through Because I´m the man in blackPointing my future to goBecause I´m the man in blackIn point-blank clear to blow (People are heard singing faraway:“Yes he can! Yes he can! Everything is coming now clear!Yes we can follow…” …) *This poem and lyric was made for this image: Peter S. Quinn


Balancing The Happiness Brought in to true life love fortunate wayBalancing the happiness one surmountsOf humanity a heartbeat that'll playIn bringing to life what matters and countsBasketful of strawberries - such is lifeThat is balancing the outcome in realYou must work hard in the effort to strifeGive every reason for what you feel Be true to purpose - meet your destinyThe roads are elongated and stretching wideSplashing and forgetting to toll your bellWhat comes by you is set out to beOpposite adversity or loyal guideUse wisely - let future's foretell Peter S. Quinn


Barbara Allen me? gys og há?iég harmi strá?ií hjarta sem var ljúft og hreintog a?eins ást mína ?rá?iofar heimi héruns allt var or?i? of seint ó ástin mínég sakna ?ínog einmanakenndin mig vefurmitt brú?arlínenn óhreift liggur?ví lengur ei una? hjarta? hefur ?ín kalda gröf?ín eina gjöfá köldum dapurlegum degió ástin mín?ú tár mín ?iggur?ví sól ekki sér minn sálar tregi djúp eru sárí dau?um nárég örmum ei fæ ?ér haldi?mín föllnu táreru söknu?ur frá mérog sí?asta og sárasta gjaldi? Peter S. Quinn


Básilfra?i Máni blásilfra?i mánisem um himininn fer?og fjarlægistdagsins brúnert saklaus sem lífi?sem sofandi ?ú sér?er svartnættis nóttinbrei?ist yfir tún ó glit ?ín erusem gylltar óskirá göngu sinnium órá?na drauminn?ín kringlótta ásynder aldrei kyrrsem kenni leitisem fer um himininn Peter S. Quinn


Be Be in love a little whileAll is coming easyBring in hope with little styleMoments are quite breezy Frequent love to rememberClosely beyond the reachingAutumn song from SeptemberLittle by little bleaching Bring in nothing but flowersRooted from the insideMorning may come in showersEvery thought to hide Understand what and whyIf your love is not acceptedYou at least gave it your tryPerhaps not your faultTo be rejected Peter S. Quinn


Be A Believer Be a believerfor love is all,truth its receiverand last call.What do you know?Is there a reason?Where do you go,after this season? Be and awakelove in your heart,for it shall makedays new start.All of its glowin its own way,seeds that growup to new day. Be an advocatefor all its peace,life is a debatein eternal seas.What do we see?Is it the truth?For life is a tree,of eternal youth. Peter S. Quinn


Be A Light I shall be a lightand so shall yougolden glow so brighteach hour to renew Each day becomes nightin beautiful glowthen comes morning brightin waking up slow I shall be the nightwith starry glisten onfaraway golden sighttill all the stars are gone and so shall youbecome a star of shinefill every night toowith glowing that's so fine And both we bliss the skywith our tender torchreach to afar and highwith all our giving much Like lamp we both arethe life beat in our heart shining on like a bright starto love and to afar Peter S. Quinn


Be A Pilot And Fly Be a pilot and flyEverything goesTomorrow its skyFor your future glows Be a pilot and goInto the afarFor life is a glowFrom your star Be a pilot and reachOn to the dayLearn and teachThat comes your way Be a pilot and feelClouds going byDreams can be realIn opening sky Be a pilot and giveWhat you have doneSo other might liveTo carry it on Be a pilot and dreamOf tomorrow’s skyFor life is a streamOf visions and try For life is a streamOf visions going by Peter S. Quinn


Be Close And Reach Out (From, To Oscar Act 4) Everywhere you goThere are dreams so unrealTo letting you knowHow you not ordinarily feelGive a touch and flowTo a heart of longingYou will someday growInto times of singing Our life is everywhereStrong and easy givingPast and futures thereInside each ones livingFeelings saying goodbyeFilling the air with waitingThe coming morning skyWith its new debating Be close and reach outWith your heart and reasonLove is what it’s all aboutEach and every season The days are going byWith so much for anyone to sayEvery cast and every tryShall be set to dayReaching to the moments onBelieving is just beingHappy ends are never doneThe futures are for seeing They are perhaps still too farTo reach with any conclusionBut time is like a lucky starWith a heart beat as its fusion Be close and reach out


With your heart and reasonLove is what it’s all aboutEach and every season Everywhere you goThere are dreams so unrealTo letting you knowHow you not ordinarily feelGive a touch and flowTo a heart of longingYou will someday growInto times of singing Be close and reach out Peter S. Quinn


Be Different To It All (From, Poet On Www) There you are still standingTrying to reach - expandGive and understandTo be different to it all There you are still standingFeeling abused - guiltyAll those thoughts so faultyNothing to hide the fall But you have it insideWhat it should all be worthNow it's time to let it go Rise about your visionMake the moments comeOne by one - show their face There you are still standingTrying to make a decisionWhat you can - what will beWhich suspicions you can see You'll learn to reach and findEvery day to be differentGive your heart some struggleThere's no need for a juggle For you have it insideWhat it should all be worthNow it's time to let'em know Rise about our visionMake the moments comeOne by one - show your face Giving it lose or use it completely upAll is there behind or in front of youClench it through - try everything out


There is a day after tomorrow too! And if you lose yourself in the hoursThey are going to tick through the dayDon't be taken into debts of your egosFor they'll run across your skin like clay There you are still standingTrying to reach - expandGive and understandBe different to it all Peter S. Quinn


Be Happy And Dance (From, Occasional Songs) Be happy and dance,For the songs're coming;Make a life - take a chance,All the future is blooming.Let the sunshine there be,On the sky that's quite blue;There is much prosperity,In things that we can do. I've gone the lonely road,Many years before;Carried on with my load,Through the times and war.Standing I'm though still,Trying as much as I can;All my wishes to fulfill,What I may in draft and plan. Be happy and advance,To the future of the ways;Life is fulfillments enhance,Never the same to amaze.Standing here I'll be brave,For every moment's try;For man's self is concave,Reaching goal with birds eye. Peter S. Quinn


Be Here To Love Me - Just A Little Song Be here to love meAnd give me my turnI only want to be freeTo love and to yearnOut there being lonelySomewhere to go onWishes for dreams onlyUntil the days are gone Be here to give ‘em tooDreams that never comeInside here to renewWhere feelings are fromRoots of their daytrip’sOf an on going reasonsTo get with today's gripIn each kind of seasons Be not for too longTo understand wishesThere’ll be a new songRuins of rustic kissesNo time to be too slowWhiles are almost doneSetting the moods on lowTo carry the darkness on To carry the darkness on… Peter S. Quinn


Be Like Forever We must stand togetherIn reasons to loveBe like foreverLike the clouds aboveDon’t break a heartIf it’s for youGive it its startFresh try out and true You can not leaveDistances dyingOr give much grieveWhen your are flyingThrough the clear airA sun shining dayHere there and everywhereDrifting to the faraway We must go on alwaysGiving our ownOpen up to our foraysColorful to monotoneRiding the wavesThrough to new exposeLongings that cravesAs the distance grows RefrainWe must stand togetherIn reasons to loveBe like foreverLike the clouds aboveGo through the altitudeBeyond the skyEverything’s infinitudeIf deepness you’ll try Be like forever – yeah baby don’t cry!


Peter S. Quinn


Be Like Morning - Sonnet Love should be like morning in tenderness flowIf you say in honesty you love meLike daybreak to the rising in its goal goThat flickers on in its fire in sparks freeLove should be good friend and to get alongWith every helping feeling saying it's trueTimeless conquered singing in its songThat puffs up like a smoke onto the far blue You are what the night gives in your loveDrifting all passion that keeps coming onLife is but a rain cloud or sunshine aboveThat with its time is trying before it's goneLove me tender in your hearts crowded on spaceWe are both feelings and touches of its ways Peter S. Quinn


Be My Friend Be my friendAnd let me live foreverEverything to comprehendAnd losing it for neverLove is at no endIf you give me this dreamWith so much of ours to mendIn our own worthy esteem Be my little loveBring it all the best for thisLike eternal sun aboveIn its waking morning blissBring me some peace of mindLet me have my needLease those other thoughts behindJust between love lines read Be my only everythingIn those hours that are comingLet us both again singWhile breeze keeps on strummingAll I ask of you is loveFeelings that are clearly soWith this much to give ofBefore its time again to go Peter S. Quinn


Be Of Love And Eyes Be of love and eyesLike the morning newThat into daybreak fliesBecomes something to youPerhaps only carefulIts love is everythingFrom hours of the dullTill they to you'll sing A trifle less is thisWhen beyond is very afarLike somewhere in dim blissOr lost with distant starBe close and rememberNot everything is frequentLove dices you like amberAnd gives less as sequent Anguish is with mostForever in its startingProblems entirely compostIn many views compartingSizelessly understandingOpened to every whySome even commandingAfter each failed on try *E.E. Cummings wrote about, “sizelessly sunlight” – as many others haveundoubtedly done…; so why not write about “sizelessly understanding” …; -) Peter S. Quinn


Be The Anchorman (From, ‘rockstar’) I want it so and so - more of thisThere is so much to likeWhat ever comes - what ever isFrom nowhere it seems to strikeRain may fall and keep you wetOr a wintry storm be outsideYou may know little - or the alphabetPlay the piano and do the stride But whatever it is never mindAll's for nothing if you have no planDon't be losing or left behindCome to your senses - be the anchorman!Fill up all this empty spaceBecome something - very importantThere are so many different waysNever be afraid for an improvement I want it so and so - to be assureSecure my stature for the time to comeBe more professional - not an amateurHaving the vibe to show your stardomSunshine may shine and rain may fallEarth may be turning - tumbling and turningI have my destiny - I have a callEvery inch of my body is burning But whatever it is never mindAll's for nothing if you have no planDon't be losing or left behindCome to your senses - be the anchorman! Peter S. Quinn


Be The Anchorman (From, Poet On Www) I want it so and so - more of this,There is so much to like;What ever comes - what ever is,From nowhere it seems to strike.Rain may fall and keep you wet,Or a wintry storm be outside;You may know little - or the alphabet,Play the piano or do the stride. But whatever it is - never mind,All's for nothing if you have no plan;Don't be losing or left behind,Come to your senses be the anchorman.Fill up all this empty space,Become something - very important;There are so many different ways,Never be afraid for an improvement. I want it so and so - to be assure,Secure my stature for the time to come;Be more professional not an amateur,Having the vibes to show my stardom.Sunshine may shine and rain may fall,Earth may be forevermore turning;I have my destiny I have a call,Every inch of my body is burning. But whatever it is - never mind,All's for nothing if you have no plan;Don't be losing or left behind,Come to your senses be the anchorman. Peter S. Quinn


Be What You Are Whoever cinders of an ‘acanthi’ heartTo fill swelling ingathering of spaceMust from its own erasing even startDistinguishes between absence own waysIn the woven buried endures imageBy oblivion entombed permanent whileWhere the avail of passed on is scrimmageNot its thoughtlessness haughty self praised style A struggle without endurance is of doubtThere’s nothing to keep the houseflies awayAnarchical ship sails just through meeknessDash during dark space is what it’s aboutKeep not the dissensions to see clear dayBe what you are though - it's becoming less Peter S. Quinn


Beam To Me A Spot Beam to me a spot - so long time agoWith painted stories that aren't often toldThat only pallet of colors still knowThough later through the moments shall get oldSomewhere in the sky of written wordsWhere stories come in shapeless black-drownedAnd my thoughts are like the off gone flying birdsI have now in my empathy out gowned Yellowing spread of memories leavesThe abysmally ripples of your sayingThose now sound to my essence fixed and strangeYours many thoughts - like finger spreads cleavesThat in my heart of yesterday was playingLike drops to the aquatic - dry will change Peter S. Quinn


Beat To Everywhere Listen to my heartIn its beating todayTick tack a startIn a pounding's way Life came alongIn its life and glowA beautiful songLove's still to know Everything is turningInto goings afarLife its flick burningLove of peace and war Across the open seaBlow blow time hereMy heart inside of meIs a beat to everywhereNothing is for newMoments in their turnLove is up to youAnd what it must learn Nothing's foreverSome are times to goBut we are here togetherIn its fire glow Low on till its highFields of time comeTogether till we dieOnly moment's blossom Across the open seaBlow blow time hereMy heart inside of meIs a beat to everywhereNothing is for new


Moments in their turnLove is up to youAnd what it must learn Listen to your heartIn its beating todayListen to your heartIn its beating todayListen to your heartIn its beating today It's a beat to everywhereIt's a beat to everywhereIt's a beat to everywhere Love is up to youAnd what it must learn Peter S. Quinn


Beats Of Hope Now let me comeTo your heartWith dreamsI have in my dayAll future is thereFrom its startLove that is insideEach new playAnd giveOf their many treasuresSomething to declareAnd to callFor each intellectAnd its pleasuresEvery summer and winterFor all Yes let me beThe beat of the newSteadfastly onIn each new goingBe somethingOf a moment for youLike summer memoriesStill glowingAll is a dreamFrom the days of oldThat once were hereFor springNow are memoriesIn winter's coldBut stillWith my beating heart sing Now let me with youTo futures goFinding againLife's blossoming wayBe not memory


But a growing glowThat meets new sunshineIn its rayFor life is growthAnd building moreFrom days of goneAnd giving a foundEach day and hourTo a hope's shoreFrom the beats of lifeThat go around Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Autumn Beautiful autumnBefore night's winter fallSlowly with its strumIn frosty nights call The dreams of darkish playFrom evenings in the nightEach winter’s icily playIn lost longing's flight Beautiful yellow redLeaves of the falling decayEach peeling blossom bedThat gives the night its day Their garden going to brownWhen life is in its sleepLike evening in winters gownIn tinctures not to keep Beautiful dreams goingFlowing the last of autumnWith all its golden glowingAnd drowning of river’s hum The dreams of the cloudy skyIn days of the fallen leavesQuestions to ask for whyThe world is of smile and greaves Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Child Beautiful beautiful childGive me a wonderful Christmas dayWhat can I ask for moreIn my daily tasks and prayMay your star shine bright on us allAnd we've those wonderful snowy flakesWhat can we ask for moreOn a wonderful Christmas day There are candles to be lightenAnd presents to have and giveMay your holidays be up brightenAnd the spirit of Christmas liveAnd those that are lonely stillMay they take part and deployIn their hearts to be fulfillWith the promises of Christ’s joy Lets be merry and deck the hallsAnd give true love what it takesWhat can we all ask for moreOn a wonderful Christmas dayBeautiful beautiful childGive me a wonderful Christmas dayWhat can I ask for moreIn my daily tasks and pray Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Daydream (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) Beautiful daydreamEverything is flowingLike the river streamEvery mood is goingLights in the farawayDark in the horizonLove songs in sky playCarrying my heart on Wistful hour thinkingEarly in the morningLike new dewdrops blinkingFull of early yearningPeaceful with the sunlightIn the darkish leavingA new day taking flightFull in instance briefing Running here now throughDaydreams once shiningBoth for me and for youIn their silver lining Our yesterdays are oldLike sparkling autumn songThose leaves paling holdThat you sometimes longLove is a beautiful daydreamGiving and touching muchLike the early hours beamEverything wishful to touch Running here now throughDaydreams once shiningBoth for me and for youIn their silver lining Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Dreamer Beautiful dreamerBring in your mind gameYesterday’s news demurHad its burning red flameLove is a love to begunReaching its true destinyFeeling like walk on the runGiving true wanderings free Love song of each hopeTaking and falling apartGoing up like cloud stropheInto the beat and the heartWhere love is wandering awayTo all the trials here aloneMorning comes after this dayReaching a new different tone Beautiful women and menKnowing their true song styleFeeling their wings againThose’ve been flightless awhileNew is its heart in the breezeGlowing in fulsome shadowsWithin everyone's peaceAs every tide comes and goes Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Evening Comes (From, Poet On Www) Beautiful evening comes,In sweet rendezvous melody;Like the silvery amalgams,With it's wings so playfully.Daybreak in orange grove,In the blue blossomy;That comes for a night glow,And late hours so bonny. Where can a brownie be,That loves a glitter bloom;And flies a round a tree,Like summer's little groom.Heart as gold at daybreak,When the fairies all fly in;Newborn in morning wake,With their little fluffy spin. Then starts the new singing,For what was quiet and still;The fiery light is clinging,Over the sleepy drown hill.Come closer you new day,With breeze there roundabout;Amid rose bay in the way,Taking away the nights doubt. Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Freedom (From, Spring Come Come) Beautiful freedom come and gives a goIn with life's prospect from flowering doFeeling of satin soft in here with youGiving jade foliage and melting the snowMagnificent daydream along spring's rowEmbracing rain falling reviving the newThe skies of night now in with dawn's of blueRose colors blossoms are coming here now Around every branch the greenery growsSummer beginning to show many laysLight of the air and the colors of seaFeelings of love that moment only knowsThat comes to these hours with budding graceTo give of its beauty to you and me Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Good Night Beautiful good nightYour hour is into sleepingLost in a dreamy flightEach my wonder keeping Hours of the good nightLost in wishes wingsUntil the morning lightAgain with birds sings Everything is so easyIn those forgotten placesOutside the wind´s breezyIn winter icicle laces Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Hours Beautiful hoursOne by one they glowLike winter flowersIn a new morning snowDays onto nightJust like lives go onGlow lost in flightAnd then it's all gone Day and its nightAll for its clear beautyDark hour lightFlickering on so freeLight dreams for a heartOn its night playThoughts that departOn a rising day Beautiful deepStars that shine onDreams to keepWhen these hours are goneAll that is doneDeparting to memoriesFlowing, going on and onThe winter breeze Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Is True Love Beautiful is true loveWith all its inside flameDream drifts like clouds aboveNever returning the sameAll is true of inside thisDay and night in its glowingHeart of a beat and its blissTo affection of love going Moments in reality like stillSunset days to new directionsYou and I forever to fulfillTrue worship and its affectionsOur life in its consciousnessLike light and dark in risingTimes of giving new caressIn all its mode and surprising Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Love (From, Myspace) Beautiful loveNever let it go awayIf it is much ofReality that you sayThen give it to meEvery word that's trueSo the rest shall beSomething through Every hour is waitingFor truth to come inWith its debatingFor yours to winSometimes it's a mysteryWhat one has to doTo chance ways of historyAnd find courses for new Though truth is of truthThere are many turning waysIn eternally living youthThat comes each time and playsBeautiful summerIs now outside hereMake it not a latecomerFor summer of love everywhere Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Night Beautiful nightCome here and beWith your faraway lightMy eyes can seeOn distances roadWhere destiny isAnd life with its loadAnd heart full of bliss Misty full darkIn wonderments glowShow me your sparkBefore I goOn to the deepOf dreams that are nearAnd gates keepStill what's not here Oh beautiful wayTo the starry highTomorrow comes new dayAnd your dreams will diePut let me still ponderAs the times go byYes let me still wonderAbout timeless starry sky Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Softness Love is in the airThough summertime's long goneSoftness here and thereKeeps my heart moving onLife is like a coffee cupDrink and taste its bitterLosing what is down or upBut I have never been a quitter Mornings I think about youAnd how we used to beAs the day moves on throughIn its ways and aberrancyLove was once the two of usAnd its happiness aroundNow it's gone in a double-crossSomewhere else now found RefrainAfternoons are closing byMoments of bright and darkRed horizon in the skyDaydreams in vividness sparkYou and I had it allSo much of right and wrongNow time moves like a cannonballTurning aside its sing-along Love is in the darkNothing is clear asideWe to other actions embarkAs we our loneliness hideLife is like a coffee cupDrink and taste its bitterMornings of future sunupFinding its brightness glitter RefrainAfternoons are closing by


Moments of bright and dark… Peter S. Quinn


Beautiful Stranger Beautiful strangerBe everything of loveDreams far that lieIn the clouds here aboveWishful and laughingNever to befallInspirations talkingWith its freedom all Take it easy with meLet me come and stayLove is for a freedomIn its every waySomething from the passingInto its new dreamLove that falters neverIn its time and stream Beautiful and on goingThat shall come all hereNo time for dyingIn its heart to shareLove in every arrowHigh to cross the sunGiving from its motionNever away to run You and I so realFinding our own wayThat is more and moreEvery coming new dayMoving much too fastLove that’s here livingOur touches to takeWith what time is giving Peter S. Quinn


Beauty Is Everywhere Beauty is everywhereFrom distances to nearAs sun rises to the airMotorcars the wheels steer Somewhere some else is foundOf beauties one day lookAnd as day to night goes roundA photo perhaps its instant took Beauty is here and thereOn roads to fates aheadAnd if you take of it careIt never becomes quite dead It’ll live on in memories pastGive of its moments againFrom earth - its pearly dustShall never be lost in vain Beauty of you and meLike a love in its flowing songForever to become freeAnd inside for evermore to long Like stars that are shining brightBringing their flickering flameThrough day and through nightAnd never to carry the same Peter S. Quinn


Beauty Of This World Beauty of this world is not foreverIt comes like spring - fullest of its daysPlayful feeling like wind that never staysA breeze in treetops inspiring cleverEach foliage way or precious stones fromBlossoms of seasons in tinctures freeThe harp of summer that beauties shall strumCome to gatherer a bouquet - a tree Like a light of gold in the fulsome airWith plenty of substances for daybreakThe astounding forms of mysterious foundFeelings with touch in closeness quite nearFor tempers of the spirit to uptakeWhen each to each is closely tied and bound Peter S. Quinn


Because (From, Lost Song Poams) Because the stars all move,I'll love you for eternity;Because I need to reprove,What love means just for me.The night is young for both,With feeling that touch and fly;With love I've taken my oath,Never to say again goodbye. Because the night is young,In its ever eternal ocean;Because of touch thereamong,That erodes each emotion.The night becomes of dawn,That brightens the darkest sea;Let bygone be of bygone,And set your love again free. Remember all the days gone,With love like autumn shade;We carry this all with us on,For a feeling can never evade.The night that comes to fall,With withering torch of time;For the night is night to all,That's past its blooming prime. Peter S. Quinn


Because I Love (From 'Meet The Moments') I have found each new love because I loveAnd it's going on and on from my insideComes and goes like drifting clouds aboveAnd someday in darkness it must hideBouquets of feelings because I love youWith every reason and probably notFootsteps of passages to come and renewAnything drifting from inside the lot You and I always living on its fireFinding its cold that adjusts every timeLike depth of the ocean always changingMy heart for you in its fullest desireThough winter's glowing in icily cold rimeWe with each tide are always rearranging Peter S. Quinn


Because I Love You Because I love youIn so many waysAnd because I need youThrough the hours and daysAll the sunshine there isThrough our deep emotionsWith its many colorful blissAnd its life's erosions Because of everythingThat in my heart is to keepBecause of this I'll singThrough the ways - so deepEvery day going throughWith their moments to holdAnd the beats that are trueWhen their secrets unfold Because I love youI shall always be clearLike the sky above blueAnd try to have you with me hereNothing unties us apartIf we have something to goCause it’s you and my heartThat those feelings know Peter S. Quinn


Because I Love You My heart of passion is like a flying wingThat goes from loving and not to lovingLike the pearls on a sunshine glowing stringEach is of beat to beat of fervor showing So much there in for a darkish profoundWith promises of a new tomorrowBoth which is fresh and what comes aroundIn each their much gladness and its sorrow Maybe my heart will make it one day alrightAnd find the love that is still there missingIn the rays of all the footsteps going through I shall search for its heartbeat in the lightThose future days of bright fires are kissingTry to find its passion - because I love you Peter S. Quinn


Because I Love You, Sonnet Because I love you I love you more stillIn the falling footsteps that go to futureFrom all those waiting that our dreams fulfillTill end of time and each unlike suture This love is here because we always loveLike cloudlets drift in their never endingWith the blue sky and sunshine far aboveIn all its way and futures blending Maybe this moment will make more freshly dreamsIn love of days like circularity ballsWith every beat that touches there on For love in love in dreams sometimes seemsIn rising high with all its giving callsUntil those beats in our hearts are again gone Peter S. Quinn


Because You Are (From Album, Like Love Is True) Because you are to me everythingI am here still to giveBecause you to my heart still singI'll reach my goal and liveEvery promise shall become somedayFull of sunshine in the skyClear the mists of yesteryears awayReaching wonders that are high Give me something for a moment's whileLove that is near and much like thisFilling my thoughts with its versatileA smiling face and the truest kiss Because you are to me everythingLike moon and the stars where they playThe pearls on heaven's nightly stringThat twinkles in sights so farawayEvery promise shall become somedayFull of sunshine in the skyClear the mists of yesteryears awayReaching wonders wherever they lie Peter S. Quinn


Become The Air (From, Poet On Www) Fly, fly, to sky become the air! For a day is darkening out.You cannot hide a love that's fair, That is what it's all about: To enjoy and talk it out! The moments are often too dull, With silence to go between.The breath of loneliness is full, For in darkness some have been Going the minutes between. Come here to play and find the truth, Of speaking and of weighing.It is as much the inside youth, As like the words you are saying, Each time words you are weighing. Peter S. Quinn


Before It’s All Lost Soft is my heart like the wind blowsReach a feeling of touch and moreEverything comes as it all too goesReaching days for what it is for Life is a going and a turning waysGiving its spin a gaze awhileSo many hours in moments and daysEach the embroidery of its own style Love songs to feel light years awayGoals to teach and make into newSomething for love that awakes the dayGiving the clouds or making sky blue Promises living and touching us allSomething in the making or broken to dustSeasons coming to us making their callEverything that turns before it’s lostEverything that turns before it’s all lost Promises living and touching us allSomething in the making or broken to dustSeasons coming to us making their callEverything that turns before it’s lostEverything that turns before it’s all lost Love songs to feel light years awayGoals to teach and make into newSomething for love that awakes the dayGiving the clouds or making sky blue Time is taking footstepsTo forgotten rowsFeelings from our heartWith times to time goesEverything is filledWith dreams of forgotten placesThat once in the times filled


Us with their graces ***Made for this picture: Peter S. Quinn


Before Love Was Our Before love was our to go on and live byWith a new morning wavered through the streetsNothing mattered in its coming of treatsBecause our day was young in the new skyThe rooms of houses full of coloring shadeWith the tunnels of dreams that we once foundEach hour to our love infinity madeWith pleasures and questions coming around Darkness from gardens still empty of sorrowFor nothing had been abandoned or decayedWe had our futures fresh in tomorrowEverything in first steps further on madeLove that belongs to plentiful of springHolding together beauty in pearly string Peter S. Quinn


Before Morning Rises, Or … These thoughts out of its stillborn time and sailsOf freshness flowing to shake on my soulThe vigor of its blood in living nailsThat cannot still remain in wrenching roleLike the smoking wick at a keenly sightOf something that turned in sleep astrayWith thoughts or longings from deep under nightBefore morning rises in flicker play Whatever stands to arrive here or die?With the runs on, from the voyage of a dreamEvery glory step and turning highWhere shadows in dancing too glary seemThe mounted of time and its eternityThat comes to the stands to give and be Peter S. Quinn


Before The Moon Comes Up Before the moon comes upOn to the endless seaAnd the day pounding will stopTo become in dreams freeWhen every blue is a blueOn to the deep of timeAnd going with darkness thruTo reach out to dim's prime Before the moon comes upIn mystical ways of darkReaching its way to the topWhere stars belong and sparkIn its endless time and spaceThat no one really knowsWhere the night is like the daysThat turns time and goes Before the moon comes upAnd night is once more awakeIn the dreams beyond worshipThat fantasies alone acheWhere day is nowhere foundIn those shimmering threadsOf faraway Milky Way battlegroundWith night sky as its wingspreads Peter S. Quinn


Before The Night Before the nightWhen dreams come throughLove's at sightJust me and youAnd everything that's turningEchoes in the farTouches of its yearningTo a bright star Before the nightIn cold of dayAnd the winter lightWith flickering some playAll that is withinDarlings of the glowingTaking a new spinBefore it's all going Before the nightWhen light's aflameAnd your heart's alrightBut never the sameFor soon there is darkIn dancing shadowsFire of burn and sparkAnd all its fairytale glows Peter S. Quinn


Before We Forget I want to show you thisWhat love is In days and dreams of nightWhen love is look to lookThru windows brightness flightAs evening the hours tookIn ash impeccable fireThat carries me to youWhen everything is in its desireSweet tender while and blueIn everything of aromasAnd torches to morning brightEach hour the look actualizesTill there is dim twinkling nightIn touches of crystal moonAnd wings in the morning soon Well nowThere is little by littleAnd contacts of loving freeTheir fragrance is so brittleAnd so are the fires to be That suddenlyBursts like a sunriseIn promises not-forget-thee The wind is on window morningFor the day is not yet springEach love is a sweetness yearningAs hours to evening singAnd playfully love roots to shoreWhere the heart has its playBouquets set out for still moreAroma remember its amour wayLet nothing be in its own stillIf the roots are set off like wingsFor desiring minutes to fulfill


When love remembers and sings ButEach dayIs still an hourOf fulfillment and destiny to feelThe moments of days are a flowerWhere nothing of love is realEach touch extinguested misplacedIn instantaneous implacable peakAnd moments to seek backspacedWhen heart is with beat so weakRoots that were set out to liveNow are for modest rememberedFor nothing in love they would giveAnd only for moment adventured Peter S. Quinn


Beginning Of New Spring Beginning of new springIs a chant sweet of everythingOf the green in glowing goldWhen earth summers unfoldEvery stream river's playIn a fresh waves that won’t stayWhen tomorrow shall bringFresh scent of early spring Every hour of loveWith the cloudlets far aboveWhen the haze is sifting highThru the morning of dawn’s skyReady to the day’s awakeFrom the cold and yearning’s acheAs its mood grows in a tranceFull with breezes and fragrance March closure to new AprilWhen green becomes the hillEvery hour of longings truePleasures moments going thruAs the day in night glowsAnd the blossoms all growsFilling pleasures moments highOn the earth and blue sky Peter S. Quinn


Beginning Time (From,134 Picture Poems) beginning timethings and momentto share today is lifenew in dawn strong openand trouble free Peter S. Quinn


Behind Is Everywhere (From, Spring Come Come) Day and night is flowingInside here with meThrough the times locked goingBehind is everywhereThere is what I neededMaking it to the shadowsEverything - you read itBefore, from your eye goes Lost there on the highwayWith so many songbirdsPassing on life wandering waysOn to some old roads dirtYou have given everythingWith the singings that’s behindNothing more through air to bringWhat of is left in absent mind Yesterdays were alwaysFull of its city starlight fallsFrilling up dirty ashtraysAgainst some figured wallsRoad is left for nothingCircling around this freewayTime to ages is bluffingTo the traveling homeward lay Peter S. Quinn


Behind Open Dusk Behind open duskThe truth dwindles Towards the lifeOf gentle years Like todayFading skyBleaches stepsslowly Peter S. Quinn


Behind The Streets Of Time (From, Poet On Www) Behind the streets of time,Hours never stop flowing;The growing trees in climb,Their age are now showing.Hiding faces there falling on,Creating erasion of a vision;Before too long day's gone,Into the twilight's precision. Erasing the light creations,In clouds that are drifting by;Black electrifies abductions,In the evening dimish sky.Till morn hangs over roofs,Downpour of glowing black;Star spots and many spoofs,Returning the sunshine back. Behind the slowly minutes,Never the same hour face;Dawn together aggregates,In the coloring aerospaceWhat has a man then seen?In a nocturnal dreaming past;Where have the thoughts been,While the body lay bedfast. Peter S. Quinn


Behind This Street Behind this street of somewhere to goIs another backyard for you waitingTo another heart and a beat to slowThrough the times of stories debating With its love in sleep and waking betweenThrough steps to another street somewhereWhere all the little boys and girls may be seenJoyfully playing games from here to there Each story with explanations to an endFrom the corners where another street will startAnd people meeting each other to befriendFrom angles of their own trustworthy heart Where another page shall be written more onWith the notebooks from street memories gone Peter S. Quinn


Behold The Very Fine - Of Love Behold the very fineThat comes to give its madeA read between a lineOf every love’s grade A day of night and dreamsThose give an affluent wayThe touching inside streamsThat with a heart might play So much is returned hereAnd given with feeling's fireIt seems so in mind nearOf every its desire The written words you giveAnd ask for even moreFor if we them can liveWe have something in store Of love that's not unrealBut something that emerges trueThat is of the means we feelTo be there and always new We must so give and takeThat we do it truly believeAnd inside the imagining awakeThat we might there conceive Peter S. Quinn


Belgacom Up Up Towers Belgacom up up towersThru the open skyMirror glass empowersTo reach tomorrow’s highEvery hour in wakingThru the life belowTelecommunications makingIn their goals go Yesteryears were differentWithin other waysNow it’s steel glass bentWith the sunshine daysClear up on and goingGathering futures revereIn all its glassy glowingThru its day and year Dreams of fresh prospectGiving more of hopeWith innovative intellectAnd holding to strong ropeInside their days of livingMore to offer to newTogether to future givingMaking dreams come true Peter S. Quinn


Believe In Love Believe in loveThere is nothing elseLike sunshine aboveIt has its spells Like a glow in a playFrom morning brightIt‘s a heart‘s wayThrough dark and night Believe its touchIt‘s like a melodySimple and not muchBut for eternity Like bouquet beautifulIts colors and shadeNever of moment’s dullIf it’s truly made Peter S. Quinn


Believe In The Days Ahead (From Album, Like Love IsTrue) Believe in the days aheadFilling the moments goneThe argues of everything's deadFeelings locked down and doneKeep every new day to singFilling hearts with better outlookSettling down to somethingWhat the winter away took Let's climb up a higher hillFinding the cloths of the greenMoments of futures to fulfillAnd everything there betweenSummersets are yet to comeNumberless hours to find and fillWhere everything blossoming is fromMaking each morning a thrill Give every new step's walkInto the unknown spring thrustThere are lots and lots of talkHow to behave and adjustLet's not get into little detailsJust let it all happening againThere are finding at each trailsClearing the lost ounces regimen Take another step to tomorrowBring each ones loneliness downNowhere around is now sorrowOnly the happiness in townMove above ribbons of rainFeel the new closeness to springTake away the dark numb painTalk to the morning and sing Each day is coming in its glory


Finding the beauty that's comingMuch is in earth's seedlings storyRaising the saplings and summingWhat once was here is all undoneNowhere around its coldness strandsNow is the time of golden twine sunJoining together people in hands Let's not now think of an empty roomWith darkness bed of snowWith every bottomless winter's gloomComing in cold and dim glowEvery dark night in bluish moonWith some of its deep mysteryAre moment's months ahead of JuneLove songs to come so passionately Prurience plays go sometimes roughDeep from the heart where it's taughtWays of some are in its own bluffMaking no guarantee of what it oughtSomething of new could again teachFilling new thoughts of sure what's trueHarder to master even to reachAll is in the distances of me and you Believe when I say you must now singStart just over to want so muchEverything to offer is in its new travelingReach in darkness that's now out of touchYou have the strings to match whollyLetting old stories from you leaveYou can let it come or pass solelyEnd of days stories into its weave Everything is coming into rose's bedFeelings of sorrow has now all leftJust days tomorrow and days aheadBring into the past all darkness bereftFeelings so easy of something now newFilling the dust of time and the oldInstead of newly tunes going through


As days into clean fragrances unfold Peter S. Quinn


Believe In Your Destiny Believe in your destinyIt’s full of everything you loveDreams that might become freeFull magical moods there ofIt’s a way of your own dayMaking it clear and brightAs every temperament playFrom your onward own flight Those yesterdays weren’t that clearBut now there is all tomorrowWith your own oars to steerFlows of the waves that borrowIn green fields of happinessAnd everything in it to be trueWith your own destiny caressOn to the heaven of the blue Believe in all that’s beautifulSky of the far and the deepNever let those colors be dullThey are yours forever to keepIt’s a way of your own dayThat you can reach to and tryThere need not be any of grayTo reach your own goal and fly Peter S. Quinn


Bella Air Bella Air,Bella Air,With your beautiful hair,Of golden color so fineAnd of stars and sunshine. Bella Air,Bella Air,Through the days and the yearYou are everywhere,With those eyes that shineYou are mine. You are mine. Like the waves on the seas,And the wind in the trees,You are mine. I have waited so long,Just to sing you this song:Bella Air. And then when the nightTurns out the light,And you are out ofReach and sight,I still think of you alwaysMy beautiful Bella Air. (This song is available from SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


Bend And Break (From, The River Sings On) You are in the light,When in the morn you wake;Lost your dream's flight,In the new daybreak.Don't you suffocate,When you meet reality;Simple means and complicate,From the mere absurdity. You are on the go,With the morning bright;Going to and fro,Till you make things right.Meetings on the other side,Will have to wait again;You need to set astride,What reality might enchain. This old world has its look,Waiting for a new life;You might bend its hook,If you work and strife.Meet again the morning,When you wake up fresh;Longings from night yearning,Will be faced with less. Peter S. Quinn


Beneath The Nightfall Moon Beneath the nightfall moon,The autumn's beauty is in;Approach of winter's dragoon,Is near to my goose-skin.A day now darkens soon,With all its worldly chagrin;But love songs are immune,To the wet and cold yin. Beneath my sorrow deep,There is a shadowed morn;So my eyes may then weep,And my heart be inside torn.The summer is now asleep,And beautiful colors adorn;Until the next year I'll keep,The thoughts I had well-worn. My spirit to darkness attune,Though nothing there shall reap;For all is grayish roughhewn,That comes from cold outleap. Peter S. Quinn


Beneath The Willow beneath the willowslumber talesof endless stories lush arraywith bordered greenand buried away the unknown hero Peter S. Quinn


Beside These Autumn Lanes – A Song I want to be your friendBeside these autumn lanesAlong the verses pennedAnd fare-well leaving cranesWere yesterdays were bornIn longitudes of smilesAnd today is rigors tornLonesome dimming whiles I want to hold you nearAnd touch your feeling insideThe circles around the fearThat the wintry nights abideI know this feeling tooWhen heart is upside downAnd nothing comes newInto my lonesome town The heart of months to comeThe distances of the heatWhere the colors are all fromAnd my moods your roots meetCome here and be a friendIn diffusing skies afarHillsides of emotions transcendSometimes to catch a star I want to hold you nearAnd touch you feeling insideThe circles around the fearThat the wintry nights abideCome here to my melodySing memories that are goneBe a friend here with meCarry this song on and on Carry this song…


Peter S. Quinn


Best Of Luck One More Time So here so much for nothingEverything comes out lose bluffingGiving the best of luck one more time Any day is now on the loseThrough empty borrows and truceFeelings get slain in their prime This is just a song in making sorrowFill the void with its heartSometimes there is no one tomorrowOnly a fresh new start This is the end of the gameEverything you said in its nameGoing to flow through the drain Somewhere to give and to takeAspires of the mind in their wakeFlowing through sorrow and pain This is just a song in making sorrowFill the void with its heartSometimes there is no one tomorrowOnly a fresh new start You and I lost on our wayNothing comes clear through this dayThis is the world as we both climb So here so much for nothingEverything comes out lose bluffingGiving the best of luck one more time *(This is a lyric to a country song…) Peter S. Quinn


Between (A Lyric) Between the sea and the skyI’ll stand on my ownLike leaves that fall from highWhen summer of dreams is downThe autumn came yesterdayWith flowers that were lostNow winter is here in grayAnd footsteps of green tossed Between the sea and the skyThe river is always callingThrough times and between goodbyeThat inside the heart is fallingLike a day going to nightWith the hours of its dreamLost in a lonely flightWhere love sometimes nowhere seem Between two hearts of oursThere are spaces of many moreAmong the deep seed flowersThose grow up to be petal starMan is made of love to giveAnd struggles with this in livingThere’s nothing to die but liveIn a hope for its dream to give Peter S. Quinn


Between My Heart And Yours Between my heart and yours is everythingA tensing drumming beat and life's flowerThe feelings of the strings we both could singLike dropp of time's eternity each hourThe withering and what becomes of dirtIn thousand intellectual transpired tearsOur own love in its burning and each flirtThe waves of tense devoured through the years The light that broke free to reach the skyTo give us our inner most and truest fireLike every cloud's dressed in drifting highAnd fills our wondering with life's desireThe feelings of my heart that came withinAnd made you want to know - and me to win Peter S. Quinn


Between Oceans (From,134 Picture Poems) between oceansthe year and sky time and daysare crossing only to die Peter S. Quinn


Between The Footsteps Between the footstepsIs easy going aboutAnd everything that keepsIn between doubt The road might be longOr leading to nowhereWith steps deep and strongThose were made there On streets of manyMuch is going onWorth a dime or a pennyOr anything under the sun The world is a big placeIf you are quite smallAnd turning to many waysBut that is not all For everything shall unboltIn one way or twoOr go about and revoltBut that is all up to you We are here togetherIn making this a home baseOr something even betterThat we’d call our own place Peter S. Quinn


Between The Going Hours Between the going hoursOf everything we areWhat gets across empowersThe near and the very afar Light that flows to dimTo enter the new morningThat looks like dreamy whimIn closeness and forewarning As the moment goes turningOn shadows of many graysBeneath the stretching churningThat into the beginning plays When sun rise its arches flowers Peter S. Quinn


Between The Injustice Between the injusticeWe shall overcome -Someone on the street criesDo you know where she's from?Flowers of the hungerBlossoms from the lightChildren of world's mongerTheir bodies at gravesite What about loveThat’s before any dreamsPassions and much affections ofThat nowhere now seemsOnly echoes from the bomberThat started the crying gameFire and ashes embalmerWar monster without a name Do you know where a boy’s from?That died much too youngHis body now in earth’s bosomWith a heart that stopped to long‘For-Get-Me-Not – my leavesThese open wounds of sorrowWith old days full of grievesAnd no footsteps for tomorrow’ (from, The Complete Collected Poems of Strains) Peter S. Quinn


Beyond Past the blue yonderAll my dreams goDriven thru asunderTo the horizon glow Where white is liftingTimes of cell spaceLike clouds driftingIn its many embrace On to sky beyondWhere no one has goneIn its timeless bondEternal carries on Life is so much moreThan of this realityCoast at different shoreTo the deepest sea On to heaven’s gateUnknown to our mindThru the steps correlateThat we come to find Oceans vast in deepIn their darkness stillLike dreams from sleepDestinies to fulfill Peter S. Quinn


Beyond Curves (From,134 Picture Poems) beyond curvesof sun and moon maybe nothing or tingling heavenfire lights true harmony Peter S. Quinn


Beyond The Deep Beyond the deepIn the ever growing seaWhere dreams do keepTheir growing treasuryThe blossoms of shadeForever to come and beThe mermaids did madeFor each opportunity Beyond the skyIn its cloudlets driftingWith the stars on highThat my thoughts are liftingOnto the deeply blueOf everything that´s to beAs the dawn will renewIts everlasting weaving sea Beyond my heartWith its beating wayWhere my love first startAnd its strings all playThe glow of times billowsAgainst the afar unknownThrough time weeping willowsFrom seeds inside grown Peter S. Quinn


Beyond The Stars (From, Spring Come Come) Beyond the starsWhere love of love liesAnd wounded scarsAre errors of triesAnd a day is showingThe time and stillsWith every goingThat gives and fulfills The night that comesTo bring you darkWith its riffle bloomsIn gloomy sparkWhere there's elapseAnd glowing lostTangles inside trapsWith numb and dossed A silence in its stillWandering far sightOver the beyond hillWith no wrong or rightOnly dark garden rosesBouquet of your timeAnd each reality closesIn its day of prime Peter S. Quinn


Beyond The Whispering Easterly Beyond the whispering easterlyOf furious winter skyThe owls are raving to meWithout reasoning why Moods that shiver the spineAnd hedges high in snowWith red ragged sky lineIn for an evening glow Having encountered the sceneOf shadows moon risingAnd the hours in betweenIn the blue and white disguising Ensign to snow meltingThe chill ramparts of loveWith shuddering the skin weltingFrom the north breeze above Peter S. Quinn


Beyond... Beyond the deepIn the ever growing seaWhere dreams do keepTheir growing treasuryThe blossoms of shadeForever to come and beThe mermaids did madeFor each opportunity Beyond the skyIn its cloudlets driftingWith the stars on highThat my thoughts are liftingOnto the deeply blueOf everything that´s to beAs the dawn will renewIts everlasting weaving sea Beyond my heartWith its beating wayWhere my love first startAnd its strings all playThe glow of times billowsAgainst the afar unknownThrough time weeping willowsFrom seeds inside grown Beyond the deepIn the ever growing seaWhere dreams do keepTheir growing treasuryTheir blossoms of shadeForever to come and beThe mermaids once madeFor each opportunity Beyond the skyThru the glittering cloudsWhere mountains go by


And street going crowdsAges of time spinAnd the lovers that feelThe spinning thread withinWhere the heart is real Beyond the darkIn the falling rainThe cobblestones sparkOn the roadways and lainDust to dust fallingBlossoms and shadeThe echoes gone callingThat was of earth made Peter S. Quinn


Bí Bí Og Blaka Bí bí og blakabjört er hér stundhljómar heimsins takahuga ?inn og lundve?rin blí?u vakavor fer á ?inn fund grösin nú grænkastgrundunum áallt í veröld vænkastvonandi ?álífi? hefur læknastlei?indum frá nyt ég lífsins núnægar gle?i tí?irhamingjan og hjúhuga sérhvern pry?irdásemdin er drjúgdjúp í huga strí?ir: á ég slíkt innielsku jör?in blí?aeinn af kynsló?innisem ó?ust vildi strí?a?jáning á mold ?inni?ögull lét ég lí?a bí bí og blakabæn er á ?ann veg:látum til oss takatökum á ?ú og éghættum ?ig a? ?jaka?essi jör? er falleg (The Crew)


Peter S. Quinn


Billowed Breeze Billowed breezeToward ancient cropsAnd waysYou remember Sun roadRoadsideToward its atop Down drivingYour thoughts Peter S. Quinn


Bird Of Spring Like butterfly she isWhispering to the breezeEarly morning cheerful kissShall try her wing and pleaseOn to colors of the skyBird of the green springFly on and fly on highLet your heart to your mood sing All days have been callingTo reach your goal daysAs night and night are fallingYou’ll have your winged waysFor love is in your hairAnd the eyes that ask for touchTo reach an affection and careIn Venus of love so much Like butterfly a dreamIn natures own color symphonyIn the rivers of fervor streamEach stroke is forever and freeA day again turns to nightAnd fantasies of love beginBird of spring in her flightTouches her passion within Peter S. Quinn


Bird Of The Faraway Sea The bird that arrived from the outlying seaWith a pounding heart and two fair blue eyesIn throbbing of new love through fresh airy freeFrom the distances of aroused morning skiesIt came from overseas of the farawayTo live in the passions of summer's true dreamAnd to meet the wilderness in its clean playWhere everything is in vividness gleam Dangers are offered on its feathers whiteFrom coming sideways of the hills asideIn dark glow of mountains like shadowy nightWhere wings of life aspirations onward glideHer dream is to give birth to the free and newLittle sea gulls of young to soar the sky blue For this picture: Peter S. Quinn


Bird On The Road It’s my bird on the roadIn the hot clement tempered sunFeeling lonely and tired insideEvery dream that comes free gives a flightLike a dreamer on the roadFeeling wandering ways in wingsDistant giving that goes there byEvery feeling is its ownFor the drifting times ahead So much love is in his loadIn every turn and in every funLike a leaf through skies will glideThrough the day of young and old nightLike a dreamer with his loadThrough the time endlessly singsDarling winged bird of blue skyIn your tender aching toneAnd your wings of love ahead It’s my bird on the roadFlying high in the sky till its midnight... Peter S. Quinn


Birds (A Song) A bird is a bird for anotherWith everything in its own dayLike a summer song coming togetherIn every tone and joyful playA flight through the woods of singingWith wind that would pass in airAnd love songs to lovers bringingThose are hearing the tones clear And when the night's coming inWith its dense and darkish flowYou'll hear every song from withinUntil to your dreams you'll goBetween every journey returningWhere love is in suspending flightAnd your heart is in there yearningFor what shall become to new light Like perfumes in garden transmittedWith wings that are breaking the skyAnd always to its occasions fittedIn every its flying and passing bySo many expectations of returning beautyWhenever new daybreak comes nearWith its mornings in songs of fluteyThrough the forest and you shall hear Peter S. Quinn


Birds Singing Birds singing in the rain,Love song it isTones of beauty but plainBefore winter's kissAutumn is now goingOn to the darkish nightBut memories are glowingStill in its fainting light Nothing's ever the sameTides come and goOld and newly flameIn its time's glowDreams made to songMoods of dark and lightAlways something to longFor the winter's night Birds are singing nowWishes for springCold-heartedly ice browWinter shall soon bringNothing's ever unchangedTides come and goNew world rearrangedWith its fresh blow Peter S. Quinn


Black Angel Black angelsIn time and space,Black angelsShall find their ways.There is this other youWho lies inside and hideYou know of this tooAlways in the night.Black angelsStrong and wild,Black angelsNever mild.Sleeping in the daysWhen the sky is blue,Then they show their faceWhen darkness comes through.Black angelsFalling sin,Black angelsAll within. Peter S. Quinn


Black Diamond Heart (From,134 Picture Poems) black diamond hearto crying love despair ina bliss mirror eclipse seasof my heart beatsbewailing or lost Peter S. Quinn


Black Matter The night is glowingThrough empty spaceAnd our imagination’s goingTo its subsequent placeNothing forever lastsOnly little lights we areBringing our life's castsBlinking like point star How easy it seems to beTo say some words of wisdomAnd think it’s the truth we seeWhen it’s only our accustomNo truth will hold its waterFlowing continuing its flowExpressions abstracts squatterRhyme to hold its glow But don’t judge these wordsFor they are something elseFlying and shifting dream birdsNo one their future foretellsWisdom isn’t always wisdomAnd the rules who made themThe mind and matter dualismGrow not always the same stem Peter S. Quinn


Black Sands Take me to the turnpikes of the distanceI am there to become as one by oneUntil the tracks of my footsteps are goneAnd allows each opportunity its chancePeaceful they appear - the lonely gistThe moods of all the forgotten roadwaysTurning every instance of its waysAnd coming thru the askance for its twist The silences there will go down to dawdlingFrom arise of the peace in glimmer glowsThat leads to the stand where the sea meets shoreThe rise of the billows - to eyes is startlingAnd see how it comes while the breeze blowsAlways from under the rippling sea floor Peter S. Quinn


Black Waves Black waves are comingInto the turfs thereonSea shells and weds summingEach in their ways to carry onWhat is it that we don't know?How come the time runs so fast?Why is this to and fro flow?Each in the hours and cast Years are drifting apartJust like the black waves are shiftingWhere will the morn new startWhen the is vapor in liftingDances of hours are goingFinding their ways full blownWhat do we feel we're knowing?When there are doubts to be shown Black waves oh black wavesHow the moments pass onDistance shore ways one cravesUntil the hours are goneHow come the time is so lonely?With every reason to findThere is so much for it onlyTo go and be left far behind Peter S. Quinn


Blackbird Blackbird's sings a sweetest song,Of love life's futures intend;In his tune you can hear him long,Though it's mere flute in blend.He has so many joys alive,But sometimes he's distressed;I eagerly wait for him to arrive,And with all his tunes I'm blest. Oh blackbird sings so adorable,Of everything that he has found;There is no tone in his tune dull,I'm happy in having him around.They say the lark has a clarion call,And the nightingale a lyre of gold;But he has colors from them all,That astonishes me manifold... Peter S. Quinn


Blanching Blossoms Dreams Times are coming and goingFor the days and nights goneFlowers of memories glowingIn the thoughts that live on Blanching blossoms dreams flownEndlessly to a cloudy skyBreeze through the trees has blownFor these times to say goodbye Colored ways to evening wastedFor the months to comePleasures that autumn has tastedLook now dim and numb Peter S. Quinn


Bláu Augun ?ín Bláu augun ?ín,ást vi? fyrstu syn.?ú ert mér ætí? kær,eins og ?essar perlur tvær. Og allt sem ég segi ?ér,er ástin í brjósti mér.Hún aldrei uppurinn er,eins og anna?, sem kemur og fer. Bláu augun ?ín,eru djásnin mín.Sælli en sunnanblær,og sumar sem vi? mér hlær. Peter S. Quinn


Blazing Inferno (From,134 Picture Poems) blazing infernosecrets elope you thunderstormcoming withlightning eruption powers beyond wordsmidnight in a hurlmosaic spark Peter S. Quinn


Bleeding Love Bleeding loveAlways so much insideStars falling aboveIn their eternal glideGiving its new startFirst time is not enoughInterlace from in the heartSmooth surfaces or rough Happening for the first timeInto the pulling of truthCould fall to steps of rimeOr be a spring of youthTrusting a throbbing veinOr so lofty above groundDown to its grain by grainWhen reality again is found Closing and opening youLove without boundariesCrazy on going throughBlossoms of cherry treesPassions to tow and closingMaking no time to bleedFires of alight on risingNever too easy to read Bleeding loveAlways so much insideStars falling aboveIn their eternal glideBleeding from their desireSome to smolder and shineSteps of effusive higherClose for two to combine Bleeding loveAlways so much insideStars falling above


In their eternal glideHappening the first timeInto the pull of truthCould fall to steps of rimeOr be the spring of youth Or be the spring of youth Peter S. Quinn


Bloom Upon A Mountain High Bloom upon a mountain highIn every color knownSunset to rising in new skyInto the earth grown Feeling of seeds in sowingEndow the day of newFrom the roots there growingSomething that's so true Bright morning efflorescence’sComing through farawayClearing up all your sensesFor the newborn day Tilling the witness of fadingNothing would be the sameIn every tinctured shadingThat came out of this flame Bouquets of blameless flowersInto the garden of loveThrough the aspiring hoursThat came rushing from above This was from twilight’s own gloryShining through on to hereNew born themes and storyNow it’s growing everywhere Peter S. Quinn


Blooming Of The Night (From, Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) Blooming of the nightHiding in the daylight,Frost roses on a windowIn full moon they glow;In white and silver grayAnd flutter light they play,Each bouquet delegateThat coldness only made. You are so roses fineOnward in darkness shine,Without the fragrancesIn beautiful ambiances;So graceful is your artThat comes to my heart,With windy argent liningsIn every frost awakenings. Blooming of the nightI want to hold them tight,With daybreak they will goThese sculptures of snow;The blossom colossal whiteThese beauties of the night,In innocent they sparkThe silvers of the dark. Peter S. Quinn


Blooming On Sideways Blooming in sidewaysSpringing all outNow is the right wayTo saw seeds aboutSunshine is brightlyFilling the airWith smiles and lightlyIn everything here Yellow to the greenWith shadings in glowWonderment you have seenThat now in time flowPeaceful in daydreamsAll the worrying toldIn their quietness seemsAs their moments unfold Flowers on cobblestonesPeaceful in quietnessShadings in grey tonesWithin structured barenessLove song of street onWith all the days livingNever to quietness goneIn their moods on giving Peter S. Quinn


Blossom Blue There is a day and there's a nightEvery coming blossom blueThere is a night and there's lightAnd some love still coming throughNight becomes day and day becomes youngAll of the hearts keep goingLet us hear the wild wind how it's strongEvery blow of time knowing There is a blossom there is a lifeInside their gardens of loveLet me hear your whisper let me know your strifeLike the drifting clouds aboveHere I go singing another winter songInto the night and futures goingOnce I did long to still be youngBut now I'm old and my wrinkles showing There is alive and there is a deathAll in the times of our own thoughtsSimple minded strategy and MacbethLeaves of our history and all of its shotsGive me a reason and give me a songFor dreams that are going and fallingEverything is from the heart inside strongTill days of the futures are calling Peter S. Quinn


Blossoms Of Blue And White Blossoms of blue and whiteOnto the hours of darkFrom night of deepest nightOnce again they´ll sparkShadings of wonderment waysAll of tinctured springFrom dark of winter graysNow to earth shall sing I feel much singing in meAs days go by and byIts freedom of light freeOpening up cloudy skyThere once was dim in deepMuch gray in dark goBut now the sun shall reapBlooms from seeds grow Blossoms of life in earthWonderment of true callLiving is now much worthIn summer and then fallThe circle of life goes onIn pavements of growingThe struggle of life has wonIn brightness of glowing Peter S. Quinn


Blossoms Of Concert Stranger be not withinDrive forces come and goImpel your visions to winEverything will then showHours are going on stillNothing is left to tryBlossoms of concert spillGiving their city’s tie Let every day be a desireInside these walls you findBringing each doubtless fireWith what comes in to mindForget not those before youEverything fought was forYou have thoughts to renewThe essences of old new core Stranger just find your dayAll will become soon clearFootsteps so much will sayWhen they are here so nearNow it is your own inningFinding those forgotten oneKnight of the road winningBe never with optimism done Peter S. Quinn


Blossoms Of Winter (From, Rock Star) Believe in my dreams I tell youFor nothing is as close to my heartLike a flickering light to the blueThat dyes into deep and the swart Blossoms of winter they seemsAll the words that were spokenIce cold and frosty in streamsOld unfilled promises broken Believe I will try not to deceiveOnly our speedy wings will flyWhat you'll reach you'll conceiveOnly your limits are onto the sky Blossoms of winter they seemsThe feelings that start in the coldFollow the ways of your dreamsLet all the highways there unfold Blossoms of winter they seemsAll of our ways and our dreamsBelieve in my dreams I tell youLike a flickering light to the blue Like a flickering light to the blue Peter S. Quinn


Blossoms White And Blue Blossoms white and blueAll is of this summerLove that comes and is trueTruth oh whitish bloomerLove is right and wideInside everyone's heartWhere moment's feelings hideFrom first of life's start Blossoms all my loveEverywhere I'll goLike the clouds aboveAll my feelings glowYou are blossoms shineIn these spring daysAll those feelings fineAll those roots and ways Blossoms loving hoursDreams that may come trueLike the darling flowersAnd my feelings for youYour always in my heartIn all its course of daysIn moment's morning startSpring flowers many ways Blossoms white and blueAll is of this summerLove that comes and is trueTruth oh whitish bloomerRoses crimson and fineFeelings for summer daysWhen fields are in sunshineAnd colors many ways Peter S. Quinn


Blow Oh Wind Oh Blow Blow oh wind oh blow!For days are coming to darkLife is but a go and goThe roots of days that sparkFor dreams are all to beForgotten in the timeless sea Sing on lives sweet melodies,With timeless longings and harmonies:For all comes to be trueIf you believe in it too! Like days in their morning sky,All is here to come trueDon't ask any questions or whyJust become wise and you!Life is all in its disguising warp,Making its certainty or not;Each mind just needs to be sharpIn what it has in experience got.Sing on lives sweet melodies,With timeless longings and harmonies:For all comes to be true,If you believe in it too. Peter S. Quinn


Blowing High And Blowing Low (From, The SongstersLyrics) Dreams are to carry onBlowing high and blowing lowSummerset morning never goneEvery worthwhile and glowLove songs of looking in to the seaMorning that comes wonderfullyYou in my heart forever to beSomething of love themes so free Days of longing raising the sailsThrough every echoes time's flipAway to the evening of ongoing trailsKissed from heaven's eternally lipLike dreams that are hard to understandBut giving so much from insideEach of the shades your feelings commandWhen they each long day abide Dreams of our heart in steady beatWhispers of breeze that will goAll of love's talk and every treatThat through times walk shall flowSomething of the morning that soon is hereWith every longing to be learnedThe blow high and low that will steerWith every pace that must be earned *These are 200 poem lyrics Peter S. Quinn


Blue Are The Flames (From, Akhenaton, I) Blue are the flamesFrom the gleam of the night moonRed are the flamesFrom ardent loveWhite are the flamesFrom all the day brightnessBlack are the flamesFrom lonely emptiness All these colorsThey find their existenceIn surroundings that awakens againAt times light themesEverything here is in circleAnd procreate again freshMaybe they did not goThey where never existing None riches obliteratesWhich is not of this world?Like a light that lives (In memory of, Akhenaton/1379-62 BC) Peter S. Quinn


Blue Blossom Blue blossomIn the wildernesspretty and awesomein your freshness Stars in their blueday and spring nightwholesome all throughin new summer light Blue blossomsare summer's beautywith their bloomsalways bright new Captivating youthall in its flowercerulean and its truthevery morning hour Blue blossomhow I adore youearth like wholesomein lives through Captivating reverieuntil there's falland seeds turn freefor spring next call Peter S. Quinn


Blue Blue Into The Night Blue blue into the nightFeelings that forever are thereLost in their somberly flightAlways in times beat nearBlue blue of longings stillTo dreams that are farawayWith hope in my heart to fulfillNew thoughts for a coming day Mostly all love that is sweetDelectating each new companyLoves to love not wrongly treatWith each its aspect cosmogonyAnd songs that in futures liesFilling moments with someoneFlames between two never diesIf it's trustworthily awaken Blue blue on to the lightTorches their senses foreverAll shall grow to be so alrightIn true becoming and endeavorBlue blue like the leaves axilsIn reaching out to freshly airwayWith every its fulfillment distilsThat makes such affection okay Peter S. Quinn


Blue Blue Of The Day Blue blue of the dayFrom the night of leavingSunshine in the rayOf my summer grievingAs the autumn now fallsOn to all the colorsAnd the coldness callsWhen the wind hollers Blue blue and departingNow the day is deepAs the autumn is startingFrom its tinctures leapAnd the shadow’s growingOn to silhouettes darkWhen eve sun´s glowingWith its golden spark Blue blue then my dreamsAnd my heart is beatingWhat the darkness streamsAs the day is bleedingFalling rays of sunshineOn to the endless darkOf dancing line to lineOnce in summer did spark Blue blue of the dayFrom the night of leavingSunshine in the rayOf my summer grievingAs the autumn now fallsOn to all the colorsAnd the coldness callsWhen the wind hollers Peter S. Quinn


Blue Blue Sea Blue Blue SeaMy heart is flying awayWhat is left of meCan't rest or stayLife has been billows highOver wandering seaNow away I'll flyForever on and on free Every beat I've madeIs forever for youLet its colors never fadeFor each was trueShadings wonder waysBlossoms of earthEach its many on playsTruth plenty of worth Now is time to goTo a faraway shoreReach its sunrise glowStart of new for ever moreLife is opportunitiesGive them and makeLand of hope in deepest seasAll or nothing at stake Peter S. Quinn


Blue Gold Sky Blue gold skyYour fire is burningHorizon questions whyYour evening is yearningFor a day that is soon goneInto oblivion abyssTo carry the night onIn dreamy nocturnal kiss All the blue gold is boundInto your drifting cloudsSunset of silver foundAmong the streets and crowdsLove song of dusky distantWhere weaving dreams goIn to the nonexistentOf ocean’s nightly glowBlue gold skyYesterday is in your sightWhen you come in sweet lullabyIn the falling off the eve lightChariot of fire goldBlue silver moon beyondNothing your dreams can holdYou are to stars whishes bond Peter S. Quinn


Blue In Green Blue in greenOver the oceanNowhere seenOf its own notionListen to its songOf a waving motionAll day longIn dual erosion Blue sea streamBlack sand heartBlue moon beamDarkish rampartEvery motion waveTo and fro and inDaydreaming craveIn its own spin Blue love songNature in its wildEvery thought longDrizzling mildFrom rainy above cloudTo the pebble stonesDripping half loudRhythmic beating tones Peter S. Quinn


Blue Sky Or Gray Days (From, Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) Blue sky or gray daysThey come as they may,All is in where shadows playsWith the colors of the day;Summer and winter songsWith each their different mood,What in times hold belongsOld thoughts rendezvoused. Blue sky of deep perspectiveOnward drifting and then to fade,The tears and smiles abrasiveThat each and each has made;The blue within the minutesThat come and go in the ease,Contrast each it advocatesAnd gives not in to sculduggeries. Gray days are different to bearFor it has there too much dark,With every that comes to airShall lose its wise and spark;These are tidings unlike tunesWith each in their many mind,That gives advocate or impugnsAnd often go on in gray blind. Peter S. Quinn


Blue Song Blue song in my heart like a glowCarrying me away from hereFeelings to try on in the winter snowThat soon shall gray on this earth everywhereSummer moods that are going awayWith its feelings of outside skinDarling here is a song of a darker mood's playThat comes from underneath to give its spin Feelings are always in yearning’s highTouching my heart with its lonely beatSo much now going as this times flyAnd there is loneliness on an empty streetLonesome waves in muted yellow grassThis autumn is passing in its blue loveWithin and sailing away in its song lossLike a lonely central station dove Beautiful morning coming in its greyWith a lullaby from winter bringingAs the night sinks to their lonely wayIn their starry twinkling's singingMy heart with needles in an empty spaceOn to the blue of the tumbling wavesLaughter now to somber turning dim waysWith its spring faraway thinking craves Peter S. Quinn


Blue Topaz Blue topazBlue blue blueThe moon glistenOn you so full of mysticBlue topazMy daydreams in the oceanMy night waysAnd erosionEach mood that I haveAnd I have lost to youSweet sweet oh sweetInto the blueOf blue blue topaz Blue topazBlue blue blueThe waves of your waysMeet night in the daysBlue topazEach feeling and notionLike sun shining raysIn touching and devotionThat in the heart playsWhen it has lost youAnd bled oh bledWhen all's lost and throughBlue blue blue topaz If mystic is blueThen love is all trueAnd nothing would goThat once did all glowBlue topazBlue blue blueYou should know by nowI still love youEach mood that's newMay kindly be freedAgain into the blue


So I wouldn't lose youBlue blue blue topaz My dearest blue topaz Peter S. Quinn


Blueberries BlueberriesFrom lives softly kissBreaking the scurriesFrom that and thisDaydreaming pure in thoughtWheeling’s going aroundOf times of Not and OughtThat everywhere is found BlueberriesTo make this life fullerAnd out with your worriesBe a real leg-pullerFor the wondering ways at sightWhen something is beginningLike dawn of a new lightA day from the dark is bringing BlueberriesOn the hills farawaySo much of average variesInto our own ordinary dayWhen so much needs to be worked on throughTo fill the moments with no mediocreLike clear sky sweet blueThat from time to time you'll see Peter S. Quinn


Bluebirds (To Be Published At Sheetmusic Publishing) Through the days and nightDrifting low and highWith their longings in flightThrough the blue summer skyAnything can be doneAnd every dream be handledWith wings carried onFrom a tree to tree dandled Love is sweetly in the airWith flowers on earth so hueSummer bird's charming affairAlways come by changes trueRain will cease clouds dryBut your dreams you'll carry onIn these moments you'll flyThrough songs to give till gone Every moment you have nearWith its occasion still and deepIs in the singing we hold so dearAnd that day on forever to keepWith a desire for songs to giveBluebirds around these hill heightsDuring sunlight hours they’ll liveTill love closes down its lights Peter S. Quinn


Blues At Night Here comes night againStraight through rainy cloudsDrops sliding on those grainsCobblestones with many crowdsHere comes night so very lonelyIn its shadows going throughIf I were beside you now onlyI would be so happy too Here comes moon shining aboveIn its bluish darkish glowIf I only now had your loveI wouldn't be so down and lowHere comes the hour of my heartIn its beat of lonely showingWe are not so different apartIn our ways of to and fro going Here comes dark in deeper dimGraceful hours of silence slowingAny way in its whimsy whimLetting nobody outside knowingHere comes night so very lonelyWhile I’m trying to reach youIf I were beside you now onlyWe could have so much fun to do Peter S. Quinn


Boom Boom! When you come here againYou will be in my armsStop your searching in vainBe with lucky love charmsHappy plans don't ignoreThey all have their own taskOnly those that are sureKnow their ways and will ask Nothing will be enoughThat doesn't have dark and lightWorld is soft and roughAnd so much there wrong and rightWhere do you there belong?What will set your heart free?You may be weak or strongBut your love still belongs to me Happy issues will disagreeLight-hearted space boom boom!What will be - will just beLet it grow - yes let it bloomSometimes love just wanna dieWithout really feeling aliveRaise that shadow not too highBring your thoughts into your dive Peter S. Quinn


Born A star is bornAnd so are youFull of the lightAnd lonely flight,To go so farAs thy self areThe star and cornWhich both are born... An earth is madeUnder sky hueFor wrong or rightAnd greenish sightIt's a blue starIn dark la marWith love and hateEager - won't wait... Both you and IOn fate so trustAs both we glideIn darkish nightAnd who we areI and a starOf matter madeColors and shade... We are each bornWith searching lightOne of a prideThe other in nightOf unknown fateWe both here areWorthy debateMan and a star.... Peter S. Quinn


Born For Its Dream A night was born for its dreamA day to carry the coming lightEverything in between times gleamIs either of dim or sparking bright The looming fog of inside madeIs intimidating dimly in its glowLike sharp edges of jagged bladeThat through the fold must go Peter S. Quinn


Born From Earth (From, The Complete CollectedPoems Of Strains) A land is not forgottenThat is born from earthAnd with life feet's trotten’Of every time's worth The metaphors of playingIn roots of dream reviveThough nothing is stayingThat’s of growing live The supplication’s findingIn twilight’s final meetingAnd stone to stone mindingThere from past its reading The twinkling of each fadingIn mirror glass water glowThrough wearing cascadingIn time that comes slow This kingdom’s walking aloneIn boondocks crossing landWith every meeting stoneLife’s thought can understand A glow with its tendernessLips of ocean’s salty kissNarrow through slendernessOf every reflection reminisce Peter S. Quinn


Bound To Be That Way Bound to be that wayEverything for a time isSomething in tones of grayThrough the instants of thisPlayful with the nightThe spirals movements goHours in bluish twilightThrough the sky flow You came to my heartIn the words you speakWith something to startFrom strong pulses and weakI have all to giveInside from this allWorlds of mornings to liveIn their moments call Take away every beatFrom old worlds of memoriesThe easy going streetThrough life's turning breezeWhat have we here close?Firm the inner part of everythingLike an evening that goesAnd new ways of thoughts bring Peter S. Quinn


Bouquets Of Cold Now days are forgettingEach footstep in springArctic austere spreadingIced pearls on a stringFlowers made from rimeBouquets thus coldFor summertime its primeGrown in to colors old A heart in winters approachSlowing down a beatPassions warmth encroachOn empty verve streetThe sky is getting cloudyWith darkness all aroundThe times of yore dowdyIn bleak hours playground Now days to coldness goIce feathered window sillsCracking in the nippy snowIn stern moments standstills Peter S. Quinn


Bouquets Of Flowers Colors Flow Times are going here and thereWith lots of summer everywhereI felt bad in the winter's highWith not much to live for or dieFeelings dreary are always goneInto the blank and darkness doneNever a right place to be livingNothing to have no sunshine giving Bouquets of flowers - colors flowDawn of summers moods spinThe rising skies where clouds goEverything of day is coming inYou and I with pleasures’ needEverything yesterday didn't showColors green and growing freedNo more frost or winter's snowWhat is real is all now in hereIn the fragrance sweet morn airAnd a garden so full of its joyThe winter's mood not to deploy Feelings dreary are always goneInto the blank and darkness doneNever a right place to be livingNothing to have no sunshine giving Times are going here and thereWith lots of summer everywhereI felt bad in the winter's highWith not much to live for or die Feelings dreary are always goneInto the blank and darkness doneNever a right place to be livingNothing to have no sunshine giving Peter S. Quinn


Boy, You Have Your Life Boy, you have your life in front of youAnd everywhere to goEach daydream thought is to renewLike wind in cycles blowWhat you thought you didn't seeWas in your future likewiseTo come in closeness to beFrom its now faraway disguise Each step taken is to findWhat others have found beforeLeaving old roads behindLooking for different and moreTomorrows will be what you canWith trusts and errors to catchLet roads of luck steer your vanFor growth is a way to homestretch Every thought that you foundFor your starting point to drillEach to their eager approach boundTo catch your dream and fulfillThere is no way to turn then backIf your ripen you have down spilledYou only shall in richness lackWhat develops lost could have filled ChorusEach step taken is to findWhat others have found beforeLeaving old roads behindLooking for different and moreTomorrows will be what you canWith trusts and errors to catchLet roads of luck steer your vanFor growth is a way to homestretch You just have to say no and select


Peter S. Quinn


Bracing Breezy Blow (Haikus) Bracing breezy blow,Give a new song with your snowSome of fairies glow Little snowy toes,In frost stillness adagiosBefore stocking’s clothes Peter S. Quinn


Brátt Er Hátí? Helg Í Bæ Brátt er hátí? helg í bæhyllum glæ?vær? syngjum ljó?hughrif finnum me? hei?um blæhvít jól vi? kerta gló? Allt er gott um eina stundeigum gle?i samanfagna?ur sem léttir lundí leikjum höfum gaman Einu sinni um ári? hverteru ljósin björtutendru? í trúnni sterktí takt vi? snortin hjörtu Hugljúf eru ævintyralltaf er ljósin skínamargleymd minningin er skyrmargt sem var búi? a? tína Eig?u gó?a glæ?vær? sennog geymdu ?ær líka allarvel skal vera um okkur menner vi?bur?urinn kallar Peter S. Quinn


Brátt Kemur Aftur brátt kemur aftur yndisleg tí?árvökul vornóttin ástsæl og blí?allt ?a? besta blómunum afsem blunda?i á me?an vortí?in svafeins er me? men ?eir sofa enn vært?anga? til aftur vaknar allt kært núna er vetur og vetrar hrí?vex snjór í spori vaxandi grí?brakar enn og brestur í göngusló?brjótast fram frostrósir frys í æ?um bló?allt er kalt og kuli? hér ennkannski kemur ?ó vortí?in senn svona er allt á ísa landiörsmátt fræi? vex í klakabandiuns vori? hefur betur og braggastsem blundar í jör?u er vetur vil ei haggast?ar litirnir tæru tímgast á nytungli? bjart hverfur sumardaga í Peter S. Quinn


Break Away To Dreams (From, Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) Break away to dreamsEvery day must go,What today is in gleamsTomorrow maybe glow;There are reasons hereAnd some sunshine too,Dreamers astrosphereIs a personal construe. We have our thought to giveNot all can be wrong,Some maybe though abortiveBut it is all our song;You and I are not the sameEach an island apart,Feelings with uncertain flameTwo opposed heart. Break away and let it comeWhat you have to give or say,With exchange and emporiumYou will live a fuller day;Never will there be a gameThat our feelings will outsmart,There is no need in exclaimIf your doing your small part. Peter S. Quinn


Breaking Down There is still so much in this precious timeThose give illusions to our existenceGratifies to be made into their set tranceBreaking down the dreams to making real primeGoing to the set off with even more to showAnything that's in its own giving awayJust what it really means in the same arrayIntrigue that never came to give of its go Showing off to any further extentTimes are energetic digging outOpportunities better ways to bentLevel-headedness of measures aboutAnother dreamt day is in the danger zoneIf there's no fancy there in its backbone Peter S. Quinn


Breaking The Waves (From, Rock Star) Breaking the waves to finally know,What is the truth in this old game;Places to hold come to and grow,Bring some thoughts give it a flame.Close in a place just like this,Anything goes down to its start;Blinking your eyes making a wish,All roads lead to your own heart. Somebody told me rumours and lies,You had it going for too long;What looked so natural is a surprise,Inside and out rightly or wrong.Bring it all back - bring it all back,I never thought it came so close;What I did miss was just a crack,Anything comes and anything goes. Breaking the waves finding the spear,I feel tonight more confidential;It took some years to be so austere,For love and life are so vulnerable.Peace with yourself all is forgotten,What was or ought never to return;Feelings like roots sometimes are rotten,Passions like mornings ever to burn. Bring it all back - bring it all back,I never thought it came so close;What I did miss was just a crack,Anything comes and anything goes. Peter S. Quinn


Breeze Breeze You Blow (…soon To Be Published AtSheetmusic Publishing) Breeze breeze you blowAround minutes and hoursFrom the clouds you flowDown to the small flowersFreshly each new morningTo and fro you're kissingEver eager in turningCorners you were missing Breeze breeze I know youFrom last years passingAlways coming quite newBetween plants and grassingBouquets of roses there tooColor assortments so fineReddish red to heavenly blueAll with summer sunshine Breeze breeze you blowAround the new leaved treesWhispers that come and goIn tune with the bumble beesYou bring here Eros desiresIn beautiful swinging motionsEach of ardent love’s firesThe streams from its oceans Peter S. Quinn


Breeze In The Forest (From 'Meet The Moments') There are different times to ride the roadFill the moments of any given loadLet your dreams come true and beFor anything inside this world to seeNever let truth and great hope go awayFill every thought with its truest playFor the days are to dream and go on and onNever to lose to those drifts that is gone Breeze in the forest to find summer newLet every aspiring come clearly throughThe dust of the past now got to leaveBring in the gladness for winter's old grieveLove is a feeling that will come and glowRain water rippling away the old snowOkay to you all know what you needIn thoughts and how fulfillments you read Isn't any one crossing into something aloneThe shifts of each bearing are cold as a stoneThe need of life's drifting has come to an endThese wings out of darkness to you were lendFly on to the frosty low fly on to spring highMeet the distances of faraway in the open skyThat lets you drift along to the remote horizonFeelings of my heart to the lonesome ways gone Peter S. Quinn


Brennir Mig Innan Frá Brennir mig innan frá,öll sálin sár og lág;tí?in í tí?arreyk,tekur ei frí í leik. Brennir mig innan frá,breyskleikinn sem fer hjá;veröld er háski, veiki,vandme?farin hljómeyki. ?ú brennir mig innan frá (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Briefly Moment I am stuck here in this briefly momentIn the midst of the summertime soon goingWith a strumming breezy accompanimentOnto the freshly red autumn glowing As the summer imaginings collideInto engaging night of memoryFor a short instant the shades abideBefore they forever again are free Each time of year is like a turning wheelForever it goes on in its seasonLike each beauty and love is what you feelWithout giving any further reason These minutes are for us all to shareThe flowers of earth and its woodenware Peter S. Quinn


Brighter Days Are Coming (A Lyric) There are timesThere are reasonsIn our loveAnd all the seasonsTo heal what we canGive a touchAnd to understandEven as muchBrighter days are comingFrom inside realitySaw your seed to bloomingFor tomorrow to be There are people dyingNever had their chancesLittle children cryingFrom starvation circumstancesBecause we didn't careHad no feeling of sorrowDidn’t want to be thereTo give them tomorrow Make a livingFor your brotherIn your givingTo one and anotherCare enough to be freeIn your heart an placeConquest love’s libertyWay out to tomorrowGive or take opportunityFrom bygone’s sorrowBrighter days are comingFrom inside realitySaw your seed to bloomingFor tomorrows to be In spaceThe blossom tries


Many waysThe light diesAll grace is thereIn darkish moodThrough times adhereAnd timeless intrudeIn a heartWhere our beats are foundSomething will startTo come aroundIn a steady blissIn the tomorrow’s flowWhere all of thisShall come and goWe twoApart and closeTo renewLike the petals of a roseWithin everythingThat’s inside and aliveTogether to bringWhat may from it arrive? Brighter days are comingFrom inside realitySaw your seed to bloomingFor tomorrow to beAnything can become trueWithin and farther outAll is really up to youWhat love is then all about? You have never triedTo give of what you canAnd in your heart deniedTo come and understandFor love is not a reasonOr a game to stand byIt’s open for every seasonWith work and each new try Make a living


For your brotherIn your givingTo one and anotherCare enough to be freeIn your heart an placeConquest love’s libertyWay out to tomorrowGive or take opportunityFrom bygone’s sorrowBrighter days are comingFrom inside realitySaw your seed to bloomingFor tomorrows to be In spaceThe blossom triesMany waysThe light diesAll grace is thereIn darkish moodThrough times adhereAnd timeless intrudeIn a heartWhere our beats are foundSomething will startTo come aroundIn a steady blissIn the tomorrow’s flowWhere all of thisShall come and goWe twoApart and closeTo renewLike the petals of a roseWithin everythingThat’s inside and aliveTogether to bringWhat may from it arrive? You are just what you giveOf love or something sundryAround it comes positive


Whatever it’s going to beThe limits are near endlessAnd carefree in its turnAs such you are defendlessIn what way you must learn Each time takes its distanceTo give of its own touchWe need all love’s assistanceIn every its way inasmuchFor tomorrow is in our wayWith everything we giveThere comes another dayWhere we must together live Brighter days are comingFrom inside realityBrighter days are comingFor you and for meBrighter days are comingFor you and for meBrighter days are comingFrom inside realityBrighter days are comingFor you and for meBrighter days are comingFor you and for meBrighter days are comingFor every opportunityBrighter days are comingFrom inside realityBrighter days are comingFor you and for meBrighter days are comingFor you and for meBrighter days are comingFor every opportunity For every opportunityLet the children play and singYou must teach them


Peter S. Quinn


Bring A Day To Its Deep Bring a day to its deepSome place beyond a dreamEvening shadings to leapIn to the twilight's deemCool as the evening goesTenderly with its gustSomewhere to afar flowsWhere realities are lost Bring on night and moonOver the trees topsClouds like drifting duneOr whitely wooly loopsNothing is forever doneAlways some more to comeCarrying dreams ways onIn to the faraway fulsome Dreams to whirl and danceOutlying gleaming brightNow is its moment and chanceTo see star falling lightWish upon to bring hopeFor every quick gone hourHazy in red cloudlet stropheBringing you morning shower *This poem is dedicated to the great poet, Langston Hughes, whom wrote 868poems (see The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes) . I’m making a list of hispoems, which I’ll put up later, here: Check it out! God bless jazz and all its spinning beauty. Peter S. Quinn


Bring Back (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) There you are wanting more and moreThere you are in your own kind of wayThere you are going somewhereThere you are learning to know yourself Take a step into distanceImagine where you'd beGive yourself another chanceTo find out what you see Bring Back Everything you thought rightBefore you broke your wings offClueless to left and rightTimes are often sometimes rough Everything will go or comeTouching thoughts to burnWhere it goes or comes fromNo one cares or ever learn Peter S. Quinn


Bring Every Flower Bring every flowerTo the inside There is so much darknessTo knowLike traveling nightWith the starsFrom the windowOf glassy ice snow Give me a love to knowLet every existenceIn time become realLosing not its footsteps Everything is in its distanceFlowing alongTo be foundOne by oneLike the day... Peter S. Quinn


Bring Every Flower (From, Coradoba) Bring every flowerTo the inside There is so much darknessTo knowLike traveling nightWith the starsFrom the windowOf glassy ice snow Give me a love to knowLet every existenceIn time become realLosing not its footsteps Everything is in its distanceFlowing alongTo be foundOne by oneLike the dayThat rises from its dark We are the seedsThat flow in the breezeFinding each wayTo earthMaking the soilFull of grass Those who waitShall never findDestiny windThose that goAre gone forever Be awareOf the withering dust


Peter S. Quinn


Bring In New Spring Bring in new spring oh springEndlessly in its novel singFlowing of gold's May glowFrom under winter's old snow Dreams that are dreams of newComing with green foliage thruAll that is now up awakingThru summer sunshine making Love songs of easy and breezeFlowing endlessly thru treesMorning oh brightest day breakComing in its freshness awake Rising the deeds of the earthEach in their color and worthFreshly in painted azure skyTogether in its new-fangled tie Bring in peace of the fieldsFlowing in sun and rain yieldsAll that is worth their standTinctures at natures command Living all that is rising againFrom under old frost and grainFootsteps of the new born hoursDays of scenting fresh flowers Peter S. Quinn


Bring In That Love Tonight Bring in that love tonightWandering ways of the starsLost in unknown time's flightFrom their lonely isobarsRotating around their waysAnd always to be so aloneNothing of importance staysOnly their hard rock stone Sumer tides never comeOnly the dark that'll glideEach minute frosty numbOn their lost flight guideWhere will it reside or goTurning around and roundNobody forever will knowEach their way isn’t found Bring reflect on with wingsIn to this nowhere landHeart that continues and singsSomeone who'll understandLove is the motivation for allPleasures that give and takeTo the lonesome must callEvery split second up wake Peter S. Quinn


Bring In The Openness Fire Bring in the openness fireOf every morning that comesLove is a way for its desireThat together everything up sumsFeelings of searching mindLooking still for the lightLeaving the scarecrows behindThose only are dark as the night Somewhere around the shoresLove is like the hopping wavesComing from oceans floorBecause of its hope it cravesThrough every going hellMoments those are now pastFor everything is going wellComing in growth from lost Bring in prospects you're hopen'Everywhere round to this spotFutures are coming quite openWith requests from all this lot Peter S. Quinn


Bring In The Passionate Words Bring in the passionate wordsEach every thought that flirtsLove is the conquering roadTaking away life's loadReasons to give and to takeWhat is it worth to ace?When blooms come to growLife in its youth to flow I am a hopeful guySwinging on low and highNever to be out of touchFor everything gives me so muchWhat is this all made forRiding its waves to the shoreIf you are in love like INo reasons to say goodbye You and I give every tideCloseness that comes to strideTake the sweet flavor to findPassions are never too blindTrying out each of its footstepsFervor through unsettled prepsThis is why love has its swingWords flying moods on a string The shadows are glittering fastGiving their moments castMuch is there done for nothingCatching the image and bluffingThere is so much in a dream trueFinding each way home to youWhy are there minutes like this?Fill good moment’s good bliss Peter S. Quinn


Bring In The Peace (From, The Barka Lyrics - FirstOne) Bring in the peaceFrom wandering waysAll here to pleaseColored and grays I am with youAlways much caringTimes are quite dueIn their much blurring You know your ownWhat to adoreNot everything's shownWhat love is forLet me say somethingBurst into wordsMoods often swingIn their own yards Fly into blueOh fluffy desireI'll come after youI'll come after youAnd bring you even higherGive some of my luckIt never gets struck Bring in the peaceFrom wandering waysTimes are quite dueIn their much blurring (The Barka Lyrics are around or over 200...) Peter S. Quinn


Bring It In (From, Poet On Www) Times they come so easilyBefore we know we do not knowEverything is born to be freeJust like the breeze in the trees blows Rain may fall come down to splashThough there are ways to move insideDreams and realities sometimes clashThough for a while to each may hide I have a dream to catch and to makeAll is for there to come for always moreWhat in the past you thought you'd acheIs now in distances like the night starsGive and take in peace and not with warBe for ever sure in your sleep and wake Sunshine may shine into its knowingThough something is sad like beforeFollow your sun wherever you're goingPrinciples like waves brought to ashore Remember and learnRemember and learnRemember and learn Always be there for your safe destinyFinding the ways that keep you aliveWhat's a new morning with nothings to seeWhat is the night if stars don't arriveKeep on your faith bring in your peaceFollow the routs what love shall release Love is the powerBring it in Peter S. Quinn


Bring It Together The days are going byOne by one they leaveThere is stillness in the skyWith some grayness and grieveThe time have moved alongWith flowers in the dustEarth's much now a sadness songTomorrow future we trussed We need to bring it backFrom the darkness orbit onIts dream it now will lackEach driven aspect orgoneThe past is something we knowTruth of promises asleepThere was once world of glowAnd ours everyone to keep VerseDon't stop a half finished jobIt's all up to me and youThere is no reason to stopIf you know what to doDon't be eluding the outlookThere is no way to looseThe future's an unwritten bookThere is no time to choose What has be come to beThe thoughts that once was newAnd careless has come to seeGood times are past and dueDismissing every new reasonThat fills the open stillThat maybe comes a lost seasonFor no man again to fulfill Oh bring me to the truthEternal with each dawn


The spring and summer youthWhere fragrance love's drawnO gives me peace not trappedInside some no man's landWith futures so handicappedThat we will never understand VerseDon't stop a half finished jobIt's all up to me and youThere is no reason to stopIf you know what to doDon't be eluding the outlookThere is no way to looseThe future's an unwritten bookThere is no time to choose One by one tomorrowThe days never come backYou can not time borrowTo set things on right trackAll is so up to me and youHow things are going to goSetting it straight and throughThat's what we need to know VerseDon't stop a half finished jobIt's all up to me and youThere is no reason to stopIf you know what to doDon't be eluding the outlookThere is no way to looseThe future's an unwritten bookThere is no time to choose Peter S. Quinn


Bring Joy (From, Poet On Www) Bring joy to me,Set them through and free;Bring joy to you,Or set for some new.Life may rock or falter,Styles go or alter;Have no moral compass,Away clear or trash. It's worth the loss,To dice or toss;To know who 'I am',You got to make a slam!Bring away the weariness,For the new and fresh;Climb to the ambitions,Though they cost devotions. Bring joy to be,Let it give and see;Bring joy - be true,And it will come through!Life may be a search,Full of weak spots alerts;But fate is your reward,If you work - joyful hard. Be your own loss,At any single cause;You may master phantasmagoria,Make up ways and gloria.Someone might as well,In businesses try and spell;Never give yours a swap,‘Cause then the fortunes stop Bring joy to me,Set them through and free;Bring joy to you,


Or set for some new.Life may rock or falter,Styles go or alter;Have no moral compass,Away to clear or trash. Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me Bring me to the inside roomWhere everybody is goingStepwise through another flumeWithout ever knowingShow me this and that tonightChange my colors perspectiveHold on to that lamp lightSome those shades are effective Let me know what you feelWhen the dark is coming inIs your heart playing for real?Fragrance temptation of your skinGive me dreams to carry onWhen this night is throughFlickering shadows dead-goneEverything to build is new Bring me to the inside worldOf your own temptationRealms have some been hurledInto their own damnationSpeak truth and give the sameBefore dark leaves its stateMemories in intermittent flameBring back ghosts and their fate Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me Down (From Rock Star) Bring me up and bring me down for that is life,Trying all the waves that are coming back to me;Down to the road where all earth has to strife,Give every moments thought veins of joy and free. No one is different and anything can change your goal,Feeling in the middle may mold and try your size on;These are the ways and making each new buttonhole,Different people come when others stories are gone. The airways will lead and recognize the truest sound,Pain may be within and never fully found or realized;Every thought that goes comes sometime again around,Each morning like the evening it will all again centralized. No one is different and anything can change your goal,Feeling in the middle may mold and try your size on;These are the ways and making each new buttonhole,Different people come when others stories are gone. Have you ever tried to see into blue,Before it changed and became new...? Bring me up and bring me down for that is life,Trying all the waves that are coming back to me;Down to the road where all earth has to strife,Give every moments thought veins of joy and free. Nothing is different and no one can change your goal,Feelings in the middle may mold and try your size on;These are the ways and making each character role,Different people come when others patches are gone. It's just so may roads to all the ways that come,It's just so may roads to all the thoughts of some;Please take the only road where you have never been,For then the roads one day you will be returning from.Please take the only road that others have not seen.


Much varieties,In street one sees,In street one sees - with the free ways of liberties.In the streets and trees,In the streets and trees,Of freedom songs and ad-infinitum liberties. Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me The Horizon Bring me the horizonOf the on and onTinctured time worksFlowering cloudy quirksOf their going whileShades of timeless styleLove songs of the skyWhen evening lights fly Bring me this loveFrom clouds far aboveWith every shadeFrom eternal madeFor the new morningAgain will soon singWith the breeze blowingOn to the old glowing Bring me the horizonWhen the day is goneTo starry nightWith all its shining brightWhen dreams returnIn their reddish gleaming burnWhen dusk is fallingAnd fantasies calling Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me The Peace Bring me the peaceThe silent hours onIn moments that pleaseUntil everything in goneDreams are so farawayIn the dim of the nightBut when there comes new dayThere you are in the light Bring me gone hoursWe had together madeThose beautiful flowersThat never in life will fadeAll the days and eveningThat still the heart knowsThose inside to outside singTill everything again goes Bring my inside memoryThat gold cannot findPeace of mind to freeIn the days we left behindAll songs that never madeIt into our own realityTones that shall not fadeBut always in memory be Bring me the peaceThe silent hours onIn moments that pleaseUntil everything's goneWe'll again find the roadBefore we drift apartAnd free ourselves of loadThat sorrowed our heart Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me To Bring me to the wisdom songOf something good and good Paint my heart in the colorsOf true freedom along Yesterdays are gone to the beginningAnd the free of free are now singing Bring me forward to the new dayTake me to its liberty (… after reading Dr. Maya Angelou poem, Passing Time) Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me To You Bring me to youFlowers of the blue deepSomething so very newFor my love to keepAnything there that isColorful like a bouquetThe hours of coming blissA morning of fresh dew Bring me closer stillNew morning is coming inDreams to fulfillFrom where in the night's beenHearts are often lonelyWithout a steady beatA love in love can onlyKnow what it must meet Bring every dream aheadThat will give a meaningIn-between lines readWhere every root is leaning Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me To Your Heart Bring me to your heart,Where dreams won't die;Everything is world apart,Open space and its sky.Let me feel your cosmos,Inside where feelings are;Outside is never too close,Everything essences afar. Bring me to your love,Where our wings fly on free;Far about the clouds above,Thoughts for you and me.Give me sense to build on,Find the way to new hope;In an instant perhaps it's gone,Through time's oscilloscope. Bring me to my senses,Never let my searching die;Oddly meeting sequences,Short memories away will fly.Footsteps in the sand vanish,Who knows and who will care?What oblivion time banish,If this road goes to nowhere. Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me To Your Heart (From My Musical, This Is MyLife) Bring me to your heart closeBe its thorn or its roseFeeling softly as its singsAnd each happiness thereon brings Take my love make it trueIn the wonders being with youAnything that you might sayThat for love's shake forever shall stay Nothing that you give can be of shameThere is always so much there going onLike time's joy burning flameTill the day to the evening is done Every word is for love in your heartSome are filled in the ways of rampartBut just come and be yours trueAnd the day from the night comes through Nothing else matters here in the eveningWith the moods and scents they bringWhen the day goes and becomes dimWith their casts flown to night's whimsy whim Take my love make it trueIn the wonders being with youAnything that you might sayThat for love's shake forever shall stay Forgive the past for it's goneEvery its bouquet's past and doneTo the rows of memories lostEvery word that was untrue and double crossedEvery word is for love in your heartSome are filled in the ways of rampartBut just come and be yours true


And the day from the night comes through Take my love make it trueIn the wonders being with youAnything that you might sayLet it come and again be okay Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me Your Peace And Hope Bring me your peace and hopeIn to the palm of your handLet me hold on to love's robeAnd bring forward to understandThe morning has come in loveAnd peaceful celebrating beautyLike open sky in blue aboveSo flowing on in endless fluty And with this day night arrivesWith purple flowers realityMany thoughts of deeper archivesOf simple ways and complexityTranscended by in rays of lightThose many understanding waysLike something comes to flightThat experience pounder plays Peter S. Quinn


Bring Me... Bring me to your heartLike a wintry melodyDon't forever departBe always a part of meSpring is soon comingWith everything in flowerDays of light bloomingEvery minute and hour Bring me to an emotionLet me be a part of youTimes of gone erosionCome again to be newAll that's a part of loveWith our feelings insideClose to and further ofAll an emotion can hide Bring me to a day newFrom the winter goingConnect my love to youAs colors are growingTouch a new break of dayFinding love once moreMoments in strange wayAll what we together are Peter S. Quinn


Bring Mind (From,134 Picture Poems) bring mindto true testsdear you and lovethe years to come laugh againmy heart Peter S. Quinn


Bring On The Music Bring on the music nowFrom the song that's flowingLive and be true somehowInside your heart and knowing Give each day what is trueAnd let it all last for longBe always whatever is youIn each your beat and song The love is coming from inTo give more to its outAnd every closeness to winIf you are in your doubt Let’s give what we can makeOf love that is at stakeEach hour more up wakeThen we can reach or takeFor love is all to giveSo feeling still may liveAnd reach out to us all Your heart may be slippingFrom every beat that's trueIf sorrow is there grippingIn turns of what is blueSo bring in brighter morningIf there is darkness warningIn each its heartfelt call Peter S. Quinn


Bring On The New Year Bring on the new year,With its unpredictable ways;Something new to wear,In the coming upholding days.Moments to wish and long,While they are still faraway;Winter is now in its song,Soon there'll come a new day. Fly with my thoughts high,Up, up through clouds drifting;Don't ask for reasons or why,Every new tides always shifting.Happiness comes from it all,When there are variations in life;Winter, spring, summer and fall,All with excitement to arrive. Bring on the new year,So tender in experienced age;You haven't been anywhere,Live up to and things weigh.Soon spring will come again,The rising of days in the sun;Bring down the dark and strain,So much future shall become fun. Peter S. Quinn


Bring The Light Come come morning comeFreshness awaits me thenTickle each bosom blossomWhen they will feel you againRise to the edge of the seaBring the light there onBillows that waves so freeNever to shore are all done A bird in a nest is to flyFinding the freedom in wingsReaching the horizons skyWondering what morning bringsFlocking to oceans wideSearching for something to eatInto the deep they glideEvery small motion to read Come come to day newbornWith every aspect of lightDark gown is becoming wornTaking its dim and the nightFaraway times going aroundEach with its moments to turnSomewhere a glow they've foundTo give to the new morning burn Peter S. Quinn


Bring This Day Into Its Love Path Bring this day into its love pathGive every hope meaning and prideThere's so much out their new mathUnderstanding not too far eyedSomewhere lost is its meaning tooWith many unconvincingly to settleThere's no rush getting throughWith its diverse fought battle Let it be in clear understandingAnything that's worth its whileBriefly thoughts all commandingConstructing on its very own styleForward motion weaving threadsWheels of fire from the middleThe confusion and meaning shredsEvery life's bewilderments riddle Bring my heart into every phaseSo true understanding is indoorsEvery corner to know and amazeNothing forever perpetuity storesWays to drive from side to sideFinding what will there compelGive experiment what it sightedWhat is the frame of this eggshell? Peter S. Quinn


Bring To My Heart (Here's My Wish For New Year) Bring to my heart new days of tomorrowWith freshness opening its many waysEntombed in times of past giving daysWith much new pleasure and less of sorrowLet love here come in silence enduresAnd convey its produce to each my hourCarry passion's birth and be its powerTo my love songs and lyrical adjures In freshness opening new ground in worthOf flowing melodies of softness highThat exists in the heart without a doubtLike radiance in daybreak on the new earthOr clouds for awhile giving joy to skyWith their wandering ways around and about *I ask of this only, because this is what I'm, and in those words only, I canperhaps promise. Peter S. Quinn


Bringing Me Through The days are here of my lifeWhat I can have and shareEach moment's stepwise strifeThat moves through everywhereLike candling streets nowThose narrowing crossing lanesBringing me through the boughsThose come after test's strains Enough is never thus enoughTo renew each mind's weightFor life has its ways like bluffAnd each is for number and date There is no way to turn backThat clock that playfully ticksFor life true aims it’ll lackAnd to simple time only stickWhat remains of the sunlightMay give each its warm stillAnd come with longings rightTo question born – to fulfill Enough is never thus enoughTo renew each mind's weightFor life has its ways like bluffAnd each is for number and date Peter S. Quinn


Broken (A Song) Believe in me to imagineA day is of love's peaceThrough prosper activationThat those moments leaseFor love's all in the insideTo for a short time glide Right or wrong everyoneWith their trying all outWhat is and what's goneThrough pass ways of doubtNight can be skeptical lightIn its outer surface flight You may think my heart's brokenIn its times to give and makeEvery love is just a tokenOf its fire to burn and awake Wondering about each pathAs you move on forwardSometimes much inside wrathFrom thoughts once angeredFor love's all in the insideComing out from its hide You may think my heart's brokenIn its times to give and makeEvery love is just a tokenOf its fire to burn and awake Peter S. Quinn


Broken Cords I remember love songs nowThat I thought were goneFeelings confusing somehowRunning through on and onTo the date of nowhere now Every waiting is for thisTo give time and to recollectWorld seem often just a missIn its gathering of neglectTo those feelings in all of this Many times are broken cordsShattered ways and blackboards Try to catch what you may findIn the moments going bySo much still on your mindFrom the yesterday's goodbyeHard to hold and in combined Magic ride in today’s worldSo much still to confideThrough emotions some hurledIn its going away tideThroughout times that abide Listening to the echo ebbMotions steering down streetIn their remembering webEverything to the going beatFrom a turn and to its step Every waiting is for thisTo give time and to recollectWorld seem often just a missIn its gathering of neglectTo those feelings of all of this


Magic ride in today’s worldSo much still to confideThrough emotions some hurledIn its going away tideThroughout times that abide By mind-set and their tranceBy mind-set and their trance Peter S. Quinn


Brothers Dream Our Eden was never of the farawayIt was here in trees of sunshineAnd the flowers that kept the dayIn colors of its deep shaded lineAnd its wisdom was in a thoughtOf the leaves that are growing onEach differences life did taughtUntil its times were from here goneWe cannot understand withinIf there has never been withoutEach foundation is of an old spinThat came to be new and about Yellow flowers of loveOn a peaceful meadow hillA passion to sky aboveBrothers dream to fulfillTimes of whispering songsOn to a front line prospectIn a light wind that longsTo be cherished not rejectIn gardens of summer greenWhen the sun stands highFor flowers of beauty sceneAnd never in care for to die Like stories are captured in silencesAnd make their time of beingTheir footsteps many ways changesIn what to become and their seeingOur dreams are like Eden’s treeGrowing on to life with a visionSome of us never though can seeIts roots in its deep and precisionSo we never can find its true standOr ever follow its previous trailWe have only our doubt to commandAnd rut of our existence is a fail


Yellow flowers of loveOn a peaceful meadow hillA passion to sky aboveBrothers dream to fulfillTimes of whispering songsOn to a front line prospectIn a light wind that longsTo be cherished not rejectIn gardens of summer greenWhen the sun stands highFor flowers of beauty sceneAnd never in care for to die Peter S. Quinn


Building And Red Sky Building and red skyAlways come onIn their low and highTill they are gone Giving their city capersIn gray tone concreteAmbitions are skyscrapersIn wall to wall debate People there walkingMost of their timeSquabbling and talkingAs the shadows climb Red blood and darkishSometimes they beguileOf a more spacey wishIn another kind of style Building’s top breezyBuzzing in their blowRocket high isn’t easyAs the times onward go Neither is there livingIn its pathways steelOnly mirrors givingFor both touch and feel… Peter S. Quinn


Burning Fires Burning fires of day and nightFlowers of your wavering loveWith every day returning brightThrough the clouds of far aboveMorning singings to hold to meLight in the gardens of thoughtFlickering flames of wild freeTo the shadows now brought Day dreaming on in the darkOf flowers bouquets gone wildGlow their calling and sparkEvery so dreamy and beguiledAll that my heart stands byWhen there is nothing but oldIn every corner and open skyAnd you can‘t to summer hold Burning tints of never returnIn their distances red makingAs wild shades now on burnWith autumn’s morning achingSweet were the dreams callingFrom their footsteps of goneJust like those leaves now fallingTill there are foliages of none Peter S. Quinn


Burning Hazes Away (From, Without A Doubt) Singing through every hour of late nightLove songs that hot temperature are givingLike a fevered song peaking high and brightEvery tone of the melody livingWe shall learn and we shall hopefully beWith the moments of true love to arriveLike stretching wings fly through the air carefreeAnd go with the course in their broad contrive Burning hazes away till morning's dawnWith the look in the equation of a dreamBefore brightness comes freshly with its viewI see the night moving away from dim lawnWhen the sunup ascends high with its gleamAnd the colors make the sky again blue Peter S. Quinn


But Still The Sweets Of River Comes Oh time is like the windy breezeOf many brooks and riversThe water curving that one seesAnd always freshly deliversBells that ring between death and lifeAnd gives its hope in swingingFor everything we must strifeThat is here worth in bringing Confusing times are all aheadWith dreams that someone foundRinging bells and colors bledWhere weed sprang all aroundFor echoes through are in a blissOf blanked thoughts that now's hereIt gave wisdom its last kissBy being the square of nowhere But still the sweets of river comesFor nothing holds water awayAnd with its tears chords strumsThe lights of the new dawn’s dayThe aliens’ spears will never hitTrue fire that comes to winThere is still in the clouds witThat through these times will spin Peter S. Quinn


Butterflies Of Freedom Fly with your wingsTo the freedom blossomsThat zephyr about sings Every colorful playThat resonates in treesNow momentarily staysIn the frisky free breeze Summertime’s now goneWith all its beautifulAnd every flower is doneTo love so adaptable But memories remain stillEvery thought’s closeThat keeps the mind fulfillLike a stunning summer rose Butterflies of freedomsThe contentment is oursGone summer anthemsAre remembered in flowers Every its theme was singingOf its beautiful daysPeaceful thoughts on bringingIn winter’s faintly ways Peter S. Quinn


Butterfly Rhyme Haiku Butterfly wokenIn autumn's peaceful token- Easily broken Peter S. Quinn


By No Means (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead SheetsWith Poems) By no meansIs this a lonely tune,By no meansIn this afternoon;Everything has been doneProbably written and said too,All the gestures here goneNow it's entirely through. By no meansAnd no short of immune,By no meansRather like a buffoon;All's sweet in the hours nowAs the day is going out,We will manage somehowTo write what this's all about. By no meansThe end of the story,By no meansAnother accusatory;Say just what you like and feelThe rest comes naturally,Turning up the writer's wheelWhat you want to say or be. Peter S. Quinn


By The River By the river in the farGlowing silvery in layLike a glisten thread starIn the morning of its dayEvery river is goingTo the ocean far and deepIn spring tuning glowingOf day’s footsteps keep On and on to distanceLike new hope in its tryMaking growth abundanceAnd outlook going byYou and I like this dreamIn the date of our stillFlush coming onward beamEvery hope to fulfill By river through the flowWe must surmount everythingLike the waves that on goAnd in spatters shall singThis is living to this dayThat has come forward onIn its many glistening playThat to freedom has gone Peter S. Quinn


Cadmium (From, Rockstar) I'm so gone in a cloudy wayNever to find anyoneAll is around and inside to stayGiving me pain in everyday's runLove is like the riversFlowing and flowing with amazeThe breezing that shiversThe falling leaves in their graceHold me and enlighten meWhile the pain is still insideFree me from my absurdityThe shattered sorrow has multiplied Yeah yeah I have found withinThat everything's like burning flameEarth in twilight's eternal spinTides returning never their sameGive me a free will to lose my mindI'm to blame what I've saidIs there a time that no one can findComing in back doors moving aheadLife is so okay when it is easyEverything good showing to meBuzzing of motions modern and wheezySetting my wings into air free Graving your love - to give it all backGraving and missing - my heart is blackGraving and caring - what we both lackGraving and tearing - mending the crackGraving your love - to give it all backGraving and missing - my heart is blackGraving and caring - what we both lackGraving and tearing - mending the crack I'm so gone in a cloudy wayNever to find anyoneAll is around and inside to stayGiving me pain in everyday's run


Love is like the riversFlowing and flowing with amazeThe breezing that shiversThe falling leaves in their graceHold me and enlighten meWhile the pain is still insideFree me from my absurdity Peter S. Quinn


Call Of The Night Into the growing darkDeep for what will beNowhere a glowing sparkOnly shadows to seeSunshine is gone awaySleeping time onFor now in its somber grayFor summers are gone Come to the riverMountains are highShallow water will deliverDark oceans skyAll is frozen outsideNo heat weaving beatThe icily will glideEvery empty street Come to the snowy clayTo struggle aloneIn the cold outside wayWhere coil has blownAll is within the darkMisty thoughts to giveThough sky might sparkWhere twinkling stars live Peter S. Quinn


Calling Again (From, Poet On Www) Turning here and turning there,All is moving on and on;Give it time and be aware,What it is before it's gone.Thought I heard some singing,Magical moments coming in;Right or wrong love it's bringing,Either waste it away or win. Calling again your name now,I need you here for every day;Can not manage alone somehow,You need to be here and stay.Right or wrong or what it is,Love got a come and its calling;Bring it back what you miss,Everything is going and falling. My love is like clouds in sky,Flying around and disappearing;I can not tell you reasons why,I'm always in my heart yearning.What I want I also most need,It goes inside so far and deep;From misconception I might bleed,But love's for always mine to keep. Calling again your name now,I need you here for every day;Can not manage alone somehow,You need to be here and stay. Peter S. Quinn


Calling Answers (From,134 Picture Poems) calling answersto unknown fate silencesconcealing feelingsbursting to life tomorrowcomes for a reason Peter S. Quinn


Calling For Heroes (From, Rock Star) Someone will give you a reason to fall,Every time you try to wake up;It's your destiny and driving call,That no one but you alone can stop.The reasons are calling from within,There is noting that is there a fact;You are both the prayer and the sin,Leaving each of your driving intact. Nothing will keep its day in steel,While the night comes slowly in;You are just what you inside most feel,To each shadow a stranger or a kin.What you do will be kept or be gone,For like the flowers of time are we;Bringing seeds to the earth to go on,Like a song of refrain and continuity. We'll swim though deep sea or nothing,Like dolphins in the ocean of age;Time's centuries like roads evolving,Carrying every importance and wage.Every reason is to dive with and play,Waving billows are calling for heroes;Like the fishes of night and the day,Who knows if the breeze settles or blows. Peter S. Quinn


Calling Out To You (“I shall write my sonnetsfrom the real worldjust like my poems”) . They are not me,They are them self's;Calling out to you,Asking you,Write us downWho ever you are,We are many hereStill unwritten. With sounds of nature,Where it started all from;With sounds from the streets,That's now our future.Oh come oh come,You born and unborn;Write us down,We are hereFor all you senses. The creaturesOf puzzling words,That the wind created;In the beginning,When the treesGrew up from its roots. We are here,For all you senses;Come write us down,Let the words speak of colorsWith shades.All unborn,Speaking tongues of senses;With scenarios from each mind,That feels the urge


To write us somedayDown. Every hour is a flower less song,If it has no singing of words. Peter S. Quinn


Calm In The Dim Night Trees are for my heartIn the heat of windUndo thoughts of a pastFeelings from the inside inWhat you were you areComing tonight thoughtsBells of a singing toneCalm in the dim night The yesteryears now goneFilling my sense with a moodCarrying silent pathToward my forest mind rootFlowering wreath hillsSinging their lost songsOn to the dawn now awakingLights of the fires of yearn The hills will go side by sideIn to unknown conduitWinter brings glistening picturesNever returning homeTresses are for my loveAnd the nights to come like daysHumming their baffled airsIn to this ice-covered trail Peter S. Quinn


Can’t Fall Asleep (A Reggae Lyric) Can’t fall asleepOn to the forgotten placeCan’t fall asleepBecause there are too many waysTo turn everything onThat it still won't be over and doneOnly time will tellNothing completely all of a sudden goneWith its lost dispel Can’t fall apartWith every other wayWe will know where to startIn time how it'll playThough so much is still goingLeaving much too soonWithout we now about it knowingHalfway to the moon Spin spin to the gray dustSpinning wheel of timeFor everything must turn to rustSoon after its primeYesterday comes just to goFilling in the empty waysYou will be until you knowHow it gives and how it pays Can’t fall asleepOn to the forgotten placeCan’t fall asleepBecause there are too many waysTo turn everything onThat it still won't be over and doneOnly time will tellNothing completely all of a sudden goneWith its lost spell What it is that makes us feel?


Turn our way to see clearSo much on shoulders to be realThis becomes another yearFor everything must turn to rustSpinning wheel of timeYou have means to give and trustTwo ways of each dime Tomorrow might never comeEverything is of misty airWhere it goes or comes fromIs sometimes all too unclearWe will know where to startIf we follow and obeyIt’s the beat of our own heartIf we listen to its solid play Can’t fall asleepOn to the forgotten placeCan’t fall asleepBecause there are too many waysTo turn everything onThat it still won't be over and doneOnly time will tellNothing completely all of a sudden goneIn its lost carrousel Peter S. Quinn


Canal Of Brussels Canal of Brussels - its day to day careerChasing waves of windblown rattling gearOutstanding reflection throughout the yearMotions of endless streams going from here to there Colors of days inside every fareFlooding on water in picturing blearEvery wave is playing so mild and nearThru mounts of time streaming in channel stair Rushing like heart beats thru alongside roadsGiving and taking each contentment freeFull of its moments in its busy loadsTimes in steps are coming on to beBattled scattered street time and volunteers on goAll its recruits like water shining glow Peter S. Quinn


Candles Of The Past Candles of the pastIn shadows corner castLike paintings on a wallOr tinting blanching fallPrecious moments goingSpecial people knowingOf lives so many waysIn vanished yesterdays Somewhere in my heartWhere memories startI have again foundIncidents once aroundAll the music waysIn the magic of the daysCandle lights I’ve crossedThose now today are lost Peter S. Quinn


Captured Sun Captured sun to followDreams are getting darkFeelings inward hollowOnce did grow and sparkEvening in golden shineDripping in its foggy wayMurky times shading lineNow is early winter's day Low and high day´s lightThe futures coming onDays for clearance brightSome are thru and doneYesterdays were so greatIn their captured yearningWhat is now their fateIn coming lights of learning You and I were findingRoadways ahead to knowEvery worthwhile combiningIn given moments to growPhone lines connecting thruEverything has its own tieHigh speeds between the newUp to the break of day high Low and high day´s lightThe futures coming onDays for clearance brightSome are thru and doneTomorrow we are sharingEvery its burn and desireEach new coat we’re wearingWill shine in its new fire Peter S. Quinn


Caressing Moments (Of The Wind, Etc.) The wrinkled agates of each new islandThat are like shattered stars on the deep seaIn the greatness of the far awakenedThat comes to the shore finitelyWith dreams of the clouds and the abyss deepIn the new stories never told beforeWith the mornings and tomorrow to keepAs the waves keep embracing the shore Every dream round the stones wet dressCaressing moments of the secret saltThat to life is its heritage graniteEvery flickering cloudy noblesseOf the pinnacle and the interim vaultLike the codicil of distance gannet Peter S. Quinn


Carillon Tunes Carried by undulation of drizzling cloudsThrough the kingdom of longing with fresh airOpening passes of autumn time crowdsIn their endures of powers and flairLight of the new irrevocable fragileImages of love along without doubtSomething to last the oblivion whileCarillons tunes not to fade-out\Fly to avail like travelers alongThe sunshine and rain crossing through shadowIncrement with their passions up wakingLove in the words with the love in their songJust like a morning of their new dawn's glowSparkling of sweetness forever making Peter S. Quinn


Carillon Tunes (From New Waves To The Shore) Carried by undulation of drizzling cloudsThrough the kingdom of longing with fresh airOpening passes of autumn time crowdsIn their endures of powers and flairLight of the new irrevocable fragileImages of love along without doubtSomething to last the oblivion whileCarillons tunes not to fade-out Fly to avail like travelers alongThe sunshine and rain crossing through shadowIncrement with their passions up wakingLove in the words with the love in their songJust like a morning of their new dawn's glowSparkling of sweetness forever making Peter S. Quinn


Carpe Diem O beautiful you in garden's heartFrom point where tomorrow shall startPlayfully giving and receivingIn all this of going amendingLasting futures impendingWhen flowers seeds are reviving The love that comes into nightAnd sets out its feelings on flightWhere garden roses are true:In each their approval and lore -When love gives to become moreOf all that is to renew Peter S. Quinn


Carry Me On To Hope Let this day be going onIn its joy and sorrowHours of it to be goneAll again to morrowFeelings lost inside waysTimes just going byColorful and in their graysAll lights of the sky Carry me on to hopeAll my worries goingLet me with life copeAnd each worth showingDreams are still in heartMany ways mitigatingAwakening and hope startEach in their debating Let this day be bright clearHope in bringing stillAll the fortunes be thereFor new days to fulfillOpen up the blue skyFor new spring is nearStarting fresh each trywhen new days are here Carry me on to hope... Peter S. Quinn


Carrying The Night Away Carrying the night awaySome thoughts that never come trueGiving a love scene grayIs so much up to you?Endlessly the days in airComplicating each new matterAlways from here to thereThe reasons to dreams clatter Throwing my heart to explanationWhat have I done right nowLove sick of innovationThough I'll manage somehowTrusting my foolish thoughtWhat should I mostly now fear?Whether I shouldn't or oughtBeing somewhere else or here Trusting that you will knowWhat your heart is searchingAnd by no means to let goWhat in its roots are lurching?Don't throw out the windowSomething that you could liveOpening to the backdoor's rowNever resolves a heart's sieve Peter S. Quinn


Cast In The Instills Of Time Bring me some flowers from rainThose were wasted to the earthEverything comes within painIf it has been tried out in worth Cast in the instills of timeDisplaying the reviewing of galesComing to growth in its primeEverything within instance sails Morning is stirring the blossomsWith every steam and new leafWithering roots knots of its sumsThrough every hour so brief The time is a center of motionThat silted below the grassThe stream of the tangling potionA mirror of time's shattered glass Pushing the framework of livingClawing the dreams going bySo much to the framework givingJust like those thoughts that fly The silhouettes are in the sunWith pink flowers red from the napeAs the colors wither and runTo make their red brown yellow strap Daydreaming waiting the shadowsWith every curves of backwards stillMorning comes dark in its glowsIn every instances and thrill Like razors edges of the horizonOutlining the blood red enigmas fireAnd moving its pace steady onTo give us new autumn's desire


Yesterday's curvier backwards clutchingInto the deprecate of tides wasteEverything with dark woe touchingFrom its coming new season's own taste Enters the lagging of forest's rowAnd filling the moments with stillnessNow in its memories timeless flowWhere steps become withering chillness Corridor of the tide's flowing chartChanging its mood in its observingFlowing eternally on in the departWith every withering leaf curving Peter S. Quinn


Cast Your Fate Into The Wind Hey there where have you been?I have been wandering awaySo much of the ocean I’ve seenFrom the dawn of new dayEvery rock and the billows highHave been my stepping stoneLike green gray blue open skyWhen I was flying alone RefrainCast your fate into the windEvery hour is behindColors burning their chagrinedPrisms joys you'll findNever ending songs of natureIn times that are gone aheadFeelings joy befalling ruptureEverything shades have bled Days of dark and few songsThey come here in mysteryIn a timelessness to longEach with a different armoryFalling grace shadows deepFlowing through the hoursNothing in remains to keepAs their minutes towersDifferent ways of busy livesSecret place old agesWith their burning on drivesGoing thru life pages RefrainCast your fate into the windEvery hour is behindColors burning their caricindPrisms joys you'll findNever ending songs of natureIn times that are gone ahead


Feelings joy befalling ruptureEverything shades have bled Your dreams are days forevereternal flames of this lifeFires that burn down neverThru the oceans of their rifeComing times of now and thenIn all the ways that on turnWhen your sky will meet againAs the colors of daybreak’s burn Peter S. Quinn


Castles In The Clouds (From, Rock Star) Sail on to castles in the clouds,Dreams faraway into the night;On lonesome days without the crowd,My faith will take its flight. What is out there,For me to care,What is out there, what is out there,Around everywhere?What is inside,Where my heart ticks,What is inside, what is inside,From here to there? I'll know you more in dreams I'll find,When we both share thoughts along;And leave no faith together entwined,Of what it is we both want strong. What is out there,For me to care,What is out there, what is out there,Around everywhere?What is inside,Where my heart ticks,What is inside, what is inside,From here to there. I'll know you more of that I'm sure,I feel your thoughts inside my strays;Dreams within the dreams of adjure,Song of heart that comes and stays. Peter S. Quinn


Catch Love's Fire Catch love's fireIn every step you takeLife is ways of desireOpportunities you makeNothing is there alwaysIt just goes and comesInto your ahead daysLike summer blossoms Catch love’s makeTrust in what you needIts flow is awakeAnd in ways you readRoots are its optimismSo much there to giveYou have not ad-infinitumTime to rejoice and live Catch love’s trustIt is in what you giveFeelings cannot rustIf you grant them and liveEverything starts in youAffectionate in makingBe to the heart trueAnd more love it’s awaking Peter S. Quinn


Catch Me If You Can Catch me if you can,Says the wind to the leaves;You know who I am,Autumn in the bereaves. For winter comes along,With frosty snowy river;In a cold closeness song,So the bare trees shiver. Catch me if you can,All my dreams are there;You may understand,When I am here and there. But mostly I am sure,You will look on to find;Only what I will allure,In what I've left behind. Winter comes with cold,And freshness to birth;The world can't grow old,If you'll find life's worth. Understand coming tides,And the river that's flowing;For none from eyes hides,That is here worth knowing. Peter S. Quinn


Catch The Wave Catch the waveIn a different pictureEvery timeOceans to carveWithout a strictureIn its slimePassing and goingTiding’s playOnward to purviewTo and fro flowingNever to stayAlways renewWhat’s in the deepCleared in a leap Peter S. Quinn


Catch The Wave (From Minutes Of Falling Days) Everybody got their own dreamTo let again come trueGoing with the forward streamLike it’s all up to youNothing is forever stillIt’s only going forwardDreams of year’s to fulfillPicking up their right card Catch the wave when it comesWith its forward willing themesLife to day together sumsGiving from what each deemsNobody is back on their trackIf it’s nothing going to bringReach the goal with your walkLet the end tomorrow sing Here we are in questionable lifeFollowing and searching onWith our ways we will back strifeTill the roads are clearly doneFrom a search comes full rotateFinding again where you belongEach our way and our own fateIn a look for a personal song Peter S. Quinn


Catch The Wind Desire Catch the wind desireCloud and cloud byEvery longing's fireAbove in the skySomewhere high in cloudsLove songs of breezeOver streets and crowdsSounding in the trees Every love song lonelyIn and there aboutGiving tunes onlyIn there and outYou and I so trulyIn love with spring daysAnd summers coming JulyIn its shading ways Catch the wind highFlying over hereEverything to tryComing from nowhereLove songs in the skyLonely there in a cloudSomewhere you and IGoing with the crowd Peter S. Quinn


Certainty (From, Illuminating Night) Oh summer birds are going nowWith longings and dreams,From autumn forest lowbrowWithering moments beseems. My words, what's it I write?In vanishing thoughts and lamping;Whiles of summer's last flight,Preparing new winter’s encamping. Peter S. Quinn


Cerulean Winter’s Dim Dyes Amber summer skyIs now gone to winter's dayWith its time of morning highAnd moods of summer’s playThose feelings that came alongIn the days breaking clearWith the singing of a forest songIn the heat of springtime year Now here is deepness darkWith its intermittently starry nightAnd twinkling's assemblies sparkWith instants in northern lightWinter’s frost loneliness snowConveying some twilight’s spinEmptiness in its airstream blowFrom the lowest point of within Cerulean winter’s dim dyesReflecting moods of nighttimeThrough distracting ice-cold criesIn the piercing chilliness rimeEvery day’s like an evening burnReflecting the departed daysBringing on yesterday’s yearnOn to its copious shading plays Peter S. Quinn


Changing Masks Changing masks of myriad subtleties todayIn the colorful worlds we all live inSpiral bounds to its many turning wayHead to head in tomorrow's coming spinWaves from the sky through emotions of songTo follow your spirits from cloud to cloudDreams of your golden thrust spinning headlongFrom concrete forests and to the street crowd Opportunities of living color turnJesters of every man's inside jugglingDesiring shades that come to mind and burnFrom their work about distances and strugglingMasks like transparent ornamentationTheater of smiles and sadness sensation Peter S. Quinn


Changing Our Way Life is changing our wayGetting through the memoriesLove is sparking its daySet out to experience and seeFootsteps running moments throughLost again into bringAll is so much up to me and youHow we vibrate that inside string Life takes what it can apartNothing is lasting foreverThere lies an answer inside every heartFeelings are sometimes clever The closer you get to eternityThe loser your senses becomeEverything is inside you and meThe circling shadow's blossomSooner you realize what it showsYou will know what to makeLike a reason that comes and goesWhen you are a sleep or awake Life takes what it can apartNothing is lasting foreverThere lies an answer inside every heartFeelings are sometimes clever The times are for their tellingWhatever is left inside again to be?Different exposures or spellingWhatever you come to learn or seeTry what it takes make the chanceNever let anything alone in its placeThere is a reason for every danceRhythms and routs – all different space Life takes what it can apartNothing is lasting forever


There lies an answer inside every heartFeelings are sometimes clever Peter S. Quinn


Childhood Alone Mad was he yes quite mad was heIn all his aspects and rivalryWhat he saw was in shadows glowThe acquaintance of dark that never goPassion of fragrances from withinThe dimly moods of a twisted spinFrom youth of sorrow and depravingDreams where forgotten in his cravingImages that rolled in love and hateChildhood alone in the darkish debateHe was a torrent from inside drawnWings of the dark that couldn't see dawnFeeling of depths from good and illAll his wanderings onward to fillDimness that touched his footsteps byDrawn from life’s glow only gloomy skyBinding together each his mysteryNever in freedom to become freeUnknown to the sun into the deepLightening from storm was his to keepSeethe of his dark and darkish cloudMade him always lonely among the crowd Peter S. Quinn


Childhoods Dream From childhoods dreamall was going on to bring,for life all then did seempassions of joy and spring.And new days were dawnin depth of good fulfill,from love that was drawnto give and give more still. But now I am alonefrom childhood mysteries,in another different tonelike a forest full of trees.My autumn is coming nearand the sky is getting old,high mountains everywhereas days to nights unfold. I cannot find my viewof what once was awaken,and nothing gets throughthat not is already taken.If passions becomes springfor once in a short while,then once more I will singand find my childhood style. Peter S. Quinn


Chilling Things (From,134 Picture Poems) chilling thingssea of dark playful shadowsrays of gold fading candlessleepy and old Peter S. Quinn


Christmas Come And Go Christmas come and goWith many things to see,With a fallen winter's snowAnd some past memory;Peace be with you allAs the night comes clear,With some hope therewithalFor it is this time of year. Happy holidays from meHope you have it wonderful,Let your singing come freeIn moments dark and dull;Everything is wishing wellGiving you an opportunity,Night's under a starry spellThings of wishes there to be. Christmas come to youThis be truest in your mind,As you look into the blueLeave your worries all behind;For this time is never longTo give or take the very best,Reach out to this in a songYou love and have blessed. Peter S. Quinn


Christmas Lights Love is here with its sparkTouching the hours divineChristmas lights in the darkOn the roadway now shine Bring in love and bring peaceIncarnate the thoughts trueGive your heart and unleashEverything with kindness too Hope is in each heart tonightWith harmony to every menCome and share a candle lightWhen darkness is in the glen Peter S. Quinn


Christmas Lights 2 Tender feeling into the nightA love song that is callingOnto the day a Christmas lightAs the evening on is fallingDreams that got a window's glowAll their bright in believeHours in the white winter snowAs we the lights on receive Feeling hope in the hours longOf the dark and dim airThis is love of feeling's strongIn lights now reaching nearCandles flickers in their holdOf the night passing byStories written though untoldTouch of bright in the sky You and I of love singingEverything is now clearPeace and hope of love bringingAs the hour of light is nearTroubles gone now to the farawayAs streets light up and shinePassive tones are in their playEverything in peace so fine Peter S. Quinn


Chunky Day (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) Chunky dayIn the garden of waterWaving motion playA timeless splatterEvery hour is youngTo the chisel stoneLiving spirit and tongueThat is never alone Shining in the feyFilaments of goddess daughterSongs of coming dayOf Nefertiti’s matterWhat the flowers sprungFrom the past flownAnd the tones strungThemes of chanting tone Chunky chunky layGarden of the batterEvery glisten strayThose in contrast clatterThat wisdom sungWith the seeds sownPowerful as NibelungThat’s to this world known Peter S. Quinn


Circles Around Until the end comes to meI will rise or go lowWings are set out for freeOnward in the drifting flowContent has no comparison yetAll is just inside goingWe have no moments metFrom the distance growing Floating and splashing tooBillowing to the shoreFootsteps following the trueAlways for more and moreThe yesterdays we let goGiving the hills we foundMoods coming fast or slowNothing to nowhere bound What we will say or hearIs never completely doneEternals are always nearNothing of the past is goneWe shall not learn it nowWhat has been always there?But thoughts come somehowFrom circles around to steer Peter S. Quinn


Circling Around Circling around the cityEvery day to somewhereUp and down - the streets dittyBlowing whistles here and there!Coming back to and froSomething new on the horizonTripping high on the goCarrying life just on and onDreams flowing through airFinding ways to give its tasteWith their trams in each fareAs the instances are spaced Time for joy to give and makeEach new street has a smileUplifting or still to wakeThat could be a waiting whileHere I come with my loadGoing to my lives aboutAhead window’s an open roadWith its objects and doubtWe are in the same street tramWondering on and driftingCarried together in the jamAt times it gets quite uplifting Peter S. Quinn


Circling Way - Dark I have dreamt of a circling way,When winter in darkish mood plays;The flowers had fallen to earth,To regenerate seed's new birth.And a sleep is a way of time,With passionate desire prime;The landscape of cloudy curves,Grow inside to my aura's nerves. Days have become like night,Sweet roses are nowhere at sight;The odd and dim here all around,Gone are the desires of fire's found.The world is changing in and out,With shallowness of the lonely about;Rough as a flint is now my tongue,Daydreams in everything I'd long. Undulate each way and each step,Moments of memories now into hep;Crazy I am going out of this fall,Winter of boreal making its call.Fly fly away to the relentless heart,Give me the instants of a flying start;Concernment dying into the dark,Another day perhaps again it'll spark. Peter S. Quinn


City Lights City lightsGlowing in redPink and white brightAlso they bledFingers of freedomOn and on playShadows in darksomeBlack thru grayDay's now callingIn tones to meAs dawn is fallingOn morning to beFantasies of shadeTo the new dayEarth and heaven's madeIn its color´s play Peter S. Quinn


City Streets Surrounding (From,134 Picture Poems) city streets surroundingthe season people and buildingsreaching to the top skywardmaze and brick walls Peter S. Quinn


Cleaving Stones (A Song) I've never lost in my wayAnd always said the best I canLove is something in the playWith the strictures of the banRising high or below its turnTo be there for everyoneTo bring forward lets learnAnd you shall know how it’s done Cleaving stones of many moreWith thoughts that break tidesFlowing strictures on its coreWith each gesture that abidesNow is night of easy goingStillness wind in somber whileOnward strictures easy knowingEach in that and this new style I've never given up my tryFinding always something stillEasy comes and reaching highIf our dreams it shall fulfillThere are times that go nowhereOnly to be here still onBut I want to take them thereCarry their roads and be done Peter S. Quinn


Clock Echo I sat downWithout any reason at allClearing seeds sownPoem that would make its callThe silences to ringInto the pool of emptinessSo the words would again singIts thoughts caress Bright stars to collideIn to the deep astray goneThoughts of inspiration hideNowhere for now for noneShadows in black numbersEach on a blank pageA line to none such slumbersCarrying empty wage Ring incredible thoughtFrom inside these wallsOut to the open broughtThough none for moment's callsStale in its empty poolLight of a clearing downEmptiness freshness fuelEach encouragement out of town Peter S. Quinn


Clock O Clock Of Times Hours of the night in their deepSinuous on and always flowingFog bound rhythm speeding keepTheir onward footsteps goingYesterday is now becoming newIn the rushes hours gnawing onClearance of the daybreaks thruTill old shadow’s dance are gone In the litter of their lost timeEverything moves forward stillEve goes and morning‘s in primeEvery opportunity to fulfillClock o clock of times keepingRushing hours thru to make moreAll old of dust down sweepingOpening up the pluviose door So much in the moldering wayLike the cadences of fog boundComing thru but no time to stayAll’s going in the merry-go-roundFeelings lost in pacing’s to breakAs this roadway leads to its sideNew thoughts in moving uptakeIs there now time for some abide? Peter S. Quinn


Closed Doors - Sonnet Closed doors of the times from the withinThat each aspect is turning and givingOceans of deep in its waves and spinOpportunities in days of livingFlowing ongoing of everyone's fate's realmWhere their roads cross the ways of new contextThe forces or numbers that overwhelmPuzzled doubt of its uncertainty perplexedBreast against thorns that always are hurtingSuffering pain of its sorrowing bringThe grieves and the troubles comfortingWhen hours in loneliness gray mornings singThe blossoms of clouds darkish coexistenceWhen friction of ways turn their contrivance Peter S. Quinn


Closer Tonight Nothing is now foreverIt’s the way we need to feelThoughts that come out cleverMaking the past very realCome to my heart closerAnd bring what you mustYou might become the imposerWith everything and your trust So much comes just onceWith the lot to hold onEdges of feelings bluntsAre never together drawnWe just wander out thereLetting our time to wasteReasons beside are so glareThoughts once wrongly placed Nothing comes without loveYou must just give it all outThings just kind of might'veInto its very own self-doubtI want to have it so completeLet each our desires go thereWithout the ways to mistreatGetting closer tonight to share Peter S. Quinn


Clots Of Reddish Clay (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Clots of reddish clay,Mouthed in its vent;Tender swooning play,Decreasing and augment.Morning coming back,Beneath the milky ways;Beaconing night black,With the brighter days. Clots of darkish society,Driving its rim's heart;Giving none opportunity,Only the fulsome fart.Black as a black can be,Nothing in musky vessel;Seeing not forests for a tree,Critical eyes of a sessile. Clots of wind driven theme,Why has hope been robed?What is there only beseem,Nothing of thoughtways probed.Morning coming back,What will the others hold?Empty and full of its lack,Rediscovered any untold. Peter S. Quinn


Clouded Sunshine Colors Clouded sunshine colorsAll their way aroundLost is lost it hollersTo again be foundBeautiful passing’s driftingOn to life ongoing motionAnd my sprit upliftingLike soft embellish potion Sweetness of its highThrough mornings fillingIn twilights goodbyeWhen the bright is willingIts onward lightnessAs it comes here thruIn the day’s up brightnessFor each color true Bringing on the sunshineAnd giving time to seeEach perfect shaded lineThat glimmer to the freeMirror deep weavingThru the watery deepsIn its serene conceivingThat in clearance leaps Peter S. Quinn


Clouds Are Full Of Teardrops Clouds are full of teardrops,Like mountains are full of ice tops;Each moment dwells shortly,Though it stays longer inside of me. Yesterday is of memory,That flies away and becomes free;Drifting by, one by one,All my days of youth and fun. I'll one day return to earth,And my creator who gave me birth;Until then I'll carry my life on,In the words I have, and song. Clouds are full of teardrops,What we sow will be our crops;Everything what we are worth,All our hope and all our mirth. Streets we'll walk are futures still,We can't see clearly over the hill;What we have done right or wrong,We shall carry with us along. Peter S. Quinn


Clouds Big And Small Faraway aboveClouds always driftingFluffy much full ofIn their air lifting Singing a breezy goTo their circlingSo much in easy goTill they are raining Clouds big and smallHazy bluish shadeSome are low others tallAll by nature made Smooth and all unrealIn their wintry breezeCold above feelNearly on to a freeze Faraway in brightIn sunshine glowingOr reddish at nightWhen they are going Like nocturnal dreamsIn twinkling blueFrom moonlight beamsThat dreams sends toYou… Peter S. Quinn


Cock-Crow Of Sky Clouds Somebody is waiting inside this wayFeeling some trouble and being aloneComing to first light and giving its grayAlways on itinerant like stepping stoneLost in the woods of hopes and new triesWith nothing to give of or from it takeOpening wounds of bottomless skiesEach in its morning that must again wake Standing on askance and losing the roadInto the chaos of times already goneAll is its holdings and each heavy loadSomething of need that shouldn’t be doneKnocking on fate wherever it comesCock-crow of sky clouds drifting alongSomewhere like a clock in blankness humsEvery of is tick ticking going on song Anything of need should come in to timeFilling sideways of untaken old thoughtWhere is its low lay and each its primeOf opportunities in needs getting caughtBlack daybreaks beauty filling that skyAcross an open paddock of deep and darkWhere every span is with its own tryWith its today and the night in new spark Peter S. Quinn


Cold Secrets Cold is coldLike frozen riverEach its turnPassing between the flowsOf icily hands The channelsOf bitter insideThe bright crystalsOf glowing twinklingWinter thoughts A seed stillbornLies in the cradle of earthUnmoving its sleepAnd lostIn time’s springLater to come Peter S. Quinn


Colonnades Of Glory Colonnades of gloryThoughts of the whispering freeUnseen dimensional auraeOf songs sweet melodyYesterdays in the keepsakeAnd tranquil of hours to comeRecollections of timepiece flakeThat through the thoughts swum Day in the coming clouds byMoments there on to findOpenness of the bluish deep skyLike something that comes to mindWhen you get a touching feelThat something lies hidden out thereNot everything is for realThere is something else somewhere Maybe I'm dreaming too muchBecause of veering sightsTasking reality out of touchInto its own Pegasus flightsColonnades of gloryThe force of the feathery lightA dream of the poignant expletoryNothing with wrong or right Peter S. Quinn


Colors There is soft breathing inside hereWith your love and touch to riseSo much remains in warmth everywhereIn the fine mist of disguiseYou are the evening and the nightReflecting always the truthSkies are so heavenly bightIn every hour of eternally youth There is your love in the footstepsComing my way and goFilling the wandering interceptsIn our thoughts to and froSo many lights to recallSome remain heavy beside meCommitted heart of a gently fallBeating in illusions quite free There you are standing and gazingNot to be leaving tonightWith all the warmth in your gracingWhen the stars reach their heightWarm of the heart to storeHours away to light of dawnTorching with its gleam more and moreGold light awaken day swan Fill every momentary with your touchComing a long way to giveRise from the shore with so muchAlways again to reliveLove is like evening and skyFinding the moments there lostReaching its tincture shade highThat from a fancy has crossed Crossing the bridges of silenceIn every restless and dreamColors of gray foggy blench


Now on the roads to the far seemYesterdays had written songsTo fill their longings and flightNow into nocturnal they belongWith every aspect of the sight Peter S. Quinn


Colors Colors Colors Colors colors colorsGive them to meFull sky and spacesMy longing to seeFill every dream wayOf its inside foodLet harp strings playTheir songs hued Colors colors colorsCome here to beVast as the oceanTinctures explosionsThe rivers of dreamsInside their reamsCalling out the fireOf spring come desire Colors colors colorsNever be emptyWith shading in placesTheir tone so freeWith nature in brightAnd greenery layAnd in summer's nightWith coming of May Peter S. Quinn


Colors That Come And Go Roses are coming so sweetInto the perfumed nightGently them smell and treatOn to their summer’s brightFeelings are all for thisSomething to give and takeBe in the twilight dim blissBefore new dawn is awake Evening is now coming onGardens sweet scented wideBeyond the tempest yonThose in each shadow hideLike the flying clouds aroundForever in their turning waysDrifting and somewhere foundInside the sky vast hays Sing to me summer songsOf night that is coming inAspects of my heart belongsInside this purple dark skinWith fireflies in the airAnd sun setting moods to glowEverything is like a prayerFor colors that come and go Peter S. Quinn


Come And Be A Star Come and be a starIn your own wayGlowing glowing afarInto tomorrow's dayNight in a shine brightFlowing so endlesslyIn to the deep of nightWhere tomorrow might be Come and be loveOn to morning redWhen daybreak's clouds aboveOpen their sunshine bedLet's be forever closeDreams are to make realO morning of brightest closeThis is the way I feel Come and be mineFrom the dark and the deepForever my darling sunshineInto my heart to keepYou and I walking foreverAisles of the snowy whiteLandscapes that go togetherInto the winter light Peter S. Quinn


Come And Give (From Rock Star) There you are in front of thisAll the times are coming onYou are a night of sweet blissTwilights setting before it's gone Flower in its earthy twistThe stream going by my feetEverything in love I've missedLoving you is love indeed ComeCome and giveEverything to live for Confusions are inside my heartGoing steps to other directionsSave me - come on do your partI'd want so much your affectionsUpon every clearance aboveThere you are standing for meGiving me much of your loveSetting every directions free ComeCome and giveEverything to live for ComeCome and liveEverything and nothing more Inside my heart I love youInside my heart I love youInside my heart I love you You are confusionsClearance aboveYou are - inclusionsEverything about love


There you are in front of thisAll the times are coming onYou are a night of sweet blissTwilights setting before it's gone Flower in its earthy twistThe stream going by my feetEverything in love I've missedLoving you is love indeed Peter S. Quinn


Come And Listen Songbirds are coming to new summer's dayOne by one in their feathering born flightThrough darkness of winter to blossoms heightOh see how they come and hear how they playTo brighten up mornings - those once were grayThe hours are shifting from dim to fresh lightMake of past memories wintriness nightThat once with cold earth of icily lay Come and listen to tunes they're singingLove songs - for one and all - that needs to be heardFrom the trees of the forest of unmarked springEach one - their heart therein - the birds are bringingOf love to acquire with new hope undeterredWhen they together in close up once more sing *Pablo Neruda once said, 'There is no advice to give young poets.' Peter S. Quinn


Come And Make It A While Come and make it a whileDays are so often forgottenEasy in the heart's styleLike love that comes all of a suddenNothing's forever you'll findBecause time passes here awayAnd the old is often left behindIn a new coming careless day Summer is now in its goingInto the dark autumn yellowLike leaves were once glowingAll goes softly and mellowYou are dreaming the hoursIt's so easy when time's hereThen life rearrange the flowersAnd darkness comes everywhere Come and make it with meAnd nothing will be left or is goneEasy whiles and into the freeWe will carry our thoughts on and onBecause sunshine is inside trueAnd memories are its flourishNow tomorrow is left to youIn every day and each its wish Come and make it with meLove is forgotten and foundThe days ahead are carelesslyInto memories bouquets boundCome and make it a whileRemember though time's changingInto a different existing styleThe future's again all arranging Summer is now in its goingAnd there is nothing we can doDistances of the past growing


All our memories are up to youLife is rearranging the waysWe thought never would goFutures ahead are new daysLike fresh footsteps in the snow Come and make it a whileI'll be the one and the sameThe moments ahead beguileIn their cold morning flameNothing's forever you'll findIt's all turning and turningBoth outside and in the mindLove's always ways learning Come and make it a whileDays are so often forgottenEasy in the heart's styleLike love that comes all of a suddenNothing's forever you'll findBecause time passes here awayAnd the old is often left behindIn a new coming careless day Summer is now in its goingInto the dark autumn yellowLike leaves were once glowingAll goes softly and mellowYou are dreaming the hoursIt's so easy when time's hereThen life rearrange the flowersAnd darkness comes everywhere Summer is now in its goingCome and make it a while Come and make it a while Peter S. Quinn


Come And Touch My Soul Spring Come and touch my soul spring,For I gently walk your street;Come and again sing,To the gentle summer beat.Come to the world again,With the colors - new to me;Over meadows and glen,Let my thoughts wander free.In fresh and new I'll hear,Songs to newly born;All what in summer is dear,And is not in winter torn.Come to the earth and bring,Lovely shades - fresh and neat;Gray tones away absolving,All what’s past winter bleed.To new seedlings attain,For they become a tree;All what's summers' domain,And is of pleasures to see. Peter S. Quinn


Come Be Awake Come be awake don't fall asleepLove is in the morning to dayBring bouquets of flowers to keepLife has so much still to saySome kind of a turning notionStrength for those distressedFeelings like season’s Deep OceanWonders of thoughts are blessed The today was entered with livingFrom shrine of the darkness farNow is your time of love giving?With courage of new forward yareIron brazier dawn's sky's burningWith the reddish bleeding cloudsSun is coming and heaven turningBringing its fire to lonely crowds The empty streets bitter in smokeSoon to be filled again with lifeAll shorts of colors and gentlefolkGiving their spirit forward strifeThe lonely dreams in nocturnal seaHours forgotten till turn of darkMyriad fancies there inside to beInactive till with stars they’ll spark Peter S. Quinn


Come Come And Listen In Come come and listen inTo my melodious songWith a breeze in its spinAnd its tones that long Come come and fly with meTouch the sky and its deepLet your heart become freeAnd aches away sweep Peter S. Quinn


Come Come And Stay (A Song) Come come and stayWith the night slowly goingShades of winter's playIn the snowy white glowing My dreams now so farawayFrom the evening through nightLove words we used to sayNow in their hazy unstable flight Yesterdays of dreams gone byWith their many moods alongNow like moon in dark blue skyOr a lonesome breezy song All once under your steam nearWith their many ways to goIs now out of sight from hereIn times own footsteps to and fro Come come and stayWith the close memories of our pastSo much in their lonesome layThat we’re forgetting so steadfast Life’s like dream on the sidewaysFilling up inside spaces thereIn vein of the rushes-hours meleesWith their complex times and flare Peter S. Quinn


Come Come Now In Spring Come come now in springWith your joyful singingBlue skies for everythingInto my thoughts bringing With a lyrical along lineOf coming of brighter dayMoment full of sunshineIn each their motifs play Come come with your joyTo develop like cinder glowAway with all dark annoyThat muttered its low aero Sweetness from side to sideLimed twigs and grassy knollsIn with the summer abideIn natural tinctured consoles Come come and be of wealthMake every day enhancedDays to be delight and healthThrough every step entranced Silvery shine and true goldAre all these blossoms brightMany times worth they holdEverything that’s here right Peter S. Quinn


Come Do It My Way Come do it my wayThe roads will turnThere's a moment’s playInside to learnGive every touch to goOnward to your dreamThere'll be ripples flowIn the coming stream Learn what you makeSome things are its worthOpinions are at stakeAnd also some dearthRise to the expectationsNobody else can but youEvery quarter temptationsThat comes here through Come do it both waysSo much at this timeTo find outNothing forever staysHere thereOr somewhere aboutGive what you know of youNot though in completenessFor then you will you renewSo you will become much less *E.E. Cummings once wrote: there are 6 doors.Next door(butfour) Peter S. Quinn


Come Dream Like A Cloud Above (From, Lead SheetsIn July 2008) Come dream like a cloud aboveUplifting deep and its sunshineSo much of misty worthy ofIn every faraway horizon lineDeep as the river is givingFrom its watery stream goingWhere every gleam is livingAnd from both sides flowing A day that has come from deepJust to bring you shine thingsWith hours and moments to keepThat with every enjoyment singsRain that comes to drip dropMaking freshness more clearGiving its flow and its loopIn everything that's now near Come dream in liking of JulyShift windblown grass like hairEveryone’s fate there must lieIn completeness of emerging yearWhere light touches soft earthNever a fraction in icily fearsAnd blossoms of bright is worthEach of the day ongoing careers Peter S. Quinn


Come Follow Me Come follow me into the new morning.The songs of yesterdays are now goingEverything goes around and is turning,life is like summer in sunshine glowing. Love that you make will not go away.It is here within as it meets a new day. Come give your heart to the calling of free.Take to your wings and fly on to the high.Voices of wonder so full of life's eternity,Nothing can stop love that gives of its try. Love that you make will not go awayIt is here within as it meets a new day All or nothing are sometimes so very true.In both its truthful feelings and open reality.But this is the day that gives and comes through,If you are in no uncertainty of what is to be Love that you make will not go away.Love that you make will not go away.It's here within as it meets a new day.It's here with you always as it meets a new day. Peter S. Quinn


Come Here - Light After light comes darknessAnd after darkness comes lightFor you and with - I shall caressAnd fly onto your flightTo the sunshine nearbyJust across the dim seaThrough the blue morning skyThat the soul sets free Every hour of the darkShall not dwell on too longFor the gleams must sparkIn a new day breaking songThat shall melt any iceThat has broken its wayIn the roots full of liesThat now meet brighter day Come here with your speechIn to love of the farWith every thought it’ll teachOf peace – not of warCome here in your wingsFly among true loveWith what it to the heart bringsFull of sunshine from above Peter S. Quinn


Come Here (From 'Meet The Moments') Come here and be tomorrowDaydreams that never goCatch a phrase or borrowLive in the moment of flow There is something in the airFlowing from inside sleepingLove songs that arrive hereAnd your daydreams are keepingWelcoming stars farawayMeeting each reality day Love songs of future to comeFantasies inside blissWhere every whisper is fromLike that of fairy kissYou and I darling to sayWhat we have found in each play Come here and be tomorrowMove ahead in this whileThere is just joy no sorrowIn child's eyes and smileWhen they are feeling fineGiving of their dreamsThey are like glowing sunshineEyes with a glittering stream Love songs are never dryingWhen they are whole and realNowhere their refrain’s dyingIf they come as they feel There is something everywhereJust like the blue high moonDreams to fuel and shareComing to you very soon


Peter S. Quinn


Come Here (From, Even Though There Are NoReasons) Come here and love meGive me a stake of your pleasureLove songs forever freeOf life statics to measureLight of the easy goingWhere day meets blissForward to remembering glowingOf its everyday kiss Come here not to pretendBut to live always throughWith tomorrow's coming trendThat will be for me and youMoves of its wandering hopeInto the skies of blueNothing of it to elopeOnly to be clear and through The hours we haven't foundOr grasp a hold forEveryday’s weavings aroundThat brings its moments for moreLivings of easy comingNext stop to the futureInto new touches summingWith their lines and suture Peter S. Quinn


Come Here Give Me Your Song Come here give me your songOf the beautiful stars withinWhere betoken openings belongWith the flutters of a new spinThe glowing stars - those are blueBetween the cornea of the eyeOpen for secrets around youNever to mourn echoes gone by Live with me as my mirrorThe soul companions to keepWith what lies open for moreFrom our faraway inside deepAbsent of mislead spot shadesTying up fatality - if it comesOpen seashores with gladesWhere a deep-sea breeze hums Come give bouquets of infinity’sFrom inside your love - if trueBring whispers of its breezeTo my ears so I may fall for youSomething that’s always in peaceFull of lyrical light up harmonyAlong the roads the future freesIn all that you would like it to be Peter S. Quinn


Come In Sweet Night Come in sweet nightEmbrace me once moreIn the nocturnal lightOf a fancy way shoreOh sweet your dream isIts many turning waysThe enchanted filled blissThat with thoughts play The hours are dark deepUnknown are their waysNo reality there to keepOf dancing fairies and faysRide on to morning highWhen dawn again ignitesRed silvered threads in skyAfter blue dim twilights Come again morning songInto lives awaken realityThough I might still longTo be inside the fantasyWhere time is always stillWith many wonders thereAnd dreams to give its thrillSo faraway from time here Peter S. Quinn


Come In Young Year Come in young year,The old moments are going;New minutes everywhere,In the snow glowing.Days are passing through,Never staying on strong;Into the weightiness blue,Thank you and so long. Come in young year,With your freshly ways;Wind's blowing your hair,Earth setting your clays.Have your flows falling,What will you bring to me?All the unknown's calling,Still so fluffy and free. Come in young year,I will give you my touch;Yearnings, what they bear,The still unborn and such.Peace be with your heart,As you uncover the pages;Now is the space to start,Coming to outrun the ages. ~*~ Happy new year everybody! Peter S. Quinn


Come On (From Album, Like Love Is True) Bring in the good newsThough days go to darkNo one will forever loseInside where they sparkTrust your ways and sensesFrom time that's fallingEach instance away dancesTo the distance calling ChorusGive your morning needsThrough the day comingWhich way it all readsThrough its time summingWe are here now foundMoving like we want toSomewhere still aroundWhile we go on through Every mind is freedomFinding courses breakingInside blossom bloomEvery decisions makingNothing is an even tryIt’s only for now existenceIn every it’s low and highWhile it moves in tranceLet every line on the holdFilling the dreams to reachEvery hour to unfoldThrough the step they teach Give me a time to choseWhat in the time will break?And myself to loseIf it is what it takes? Come on and bring freedom


Chorus While we go on throughCome on and bring freedomThrough to the next levelLet there be always someGiving from its own spellPeace and love for allFrom spring till late fallThe wild wild wallflowers Fire be in your heartFilling the dreams onNever from your departCarrying the love songs wonThat is for all man's peaceJustice rightfully hereKnots of misfortune unlaceBring your love around here Come on and bring freedomCome on Peter S. Quinn


Come On In - Silent Night Come on in with your singing on so brightThe carols of love and every bearingBring forth peace with harmonious interferingSo we me catch the highest of clear lightCome to my heart and take out its sensesWith melodious in its wondrous beautyLike the northern lights twilight's sequencesThe newborn in their destiny are free A silent night comes to each man heartWith twinkling stars and the wishes that callFor harmony and prospect to this earthLet each you’re inspiring from inside startAnd be like the stars that for wishes must fallTo celebrate again Jesus Christ's birth Peter S. Quinn


Come To My Heart – A Song Now the summer songs are goingIn to their lonesome roadEach dream away is flowingAway with its tinctures loadI want to know if my dreamWill be around in lingering softnessWhere a darkish winter's beamShall show its shadows loftiness [CHORUS]Come to my heart close hereAnd give it away to my feelingsThere is a frost song in the airWith their onward realigns Dreams we had shall be aloneEven feel foreign to beThe summer days have shoneDrifting to the distance freeNo one shall escape their feelAll that came lingering here onNow they seem all so unrealDreams of summer they're done [CHORUS] There is my love songDisappearing todayIn the lonesomenessThat comes to stayWith the shadowy shadeThose inside now areAnd my song of parting madeTo the times of yore afar [CHORUS] There is a frost song...


Coming to my heart - still in the making - Peter S. Quinn


Come To My Heart Again – A Song Come to my heart againInto the cloudy misty nightAll has been searched in vainWhen there was guide to young lightMy heart is summer blossomInto the sky so blueNow it is gone the day fromIn to the nocturnal dim new Give me a way to a choiceLooking at summer now goneInside my longing lone voiceWhere the dark is now onI have my voice now unspokenSleeping in dreams that have flownEvery my hope is now brokenJust like fall leaves that have blown Come to my self with the newNever again be moved outI'm in love with summer sky blueAnd each every color there aboutNow there is only my piningTroubles of the coming breezeTwilights of winter are twiningConducts of ice and the freeze RefrainCome to my heart again… Peter S. Quinn


Come To My Heart New Rose Come to my heart new roseWith fragrance of fresh airLife is its virtues as it goesNow is spring everywhereBouquet of blooming whiteEach summerset yearningFlowers of day and nightInto the moments learning Why have you come this farWithin the days travelingForm dawn’s morning starWhen the first bird did singFreshness turns forces onGives you the powers strongUntil the daylight is goneSing on your earnest song Somewhere a bird in a treeShall be in performance tooTry listen and closely seeingIf he sings his tones to youAll is for a purpose completeNo one can change its fateNow summer begins its beatIn step by step shading’s rate Peter S. Quinn


Come To My Side Come to my sideIn time of new loveWhen day hours hideFrom the clouds aboveIn passions arisingWith body and songAnd passion fantasizingThrough dreams along Be now close to meWith your kind of wayOf wishing ecstasyWhen two interplayIn almost what’s goneIn the days aheadBut now we carry onOur feelings have red So much there behindAnd giving for allAnd we might again findWhen closer we fallLike raindrops to touchAnd heartbeat to hearClose and love muchFrom both now near Come to my loveWith your beautiful eyesThose full passions ofWithout any liesTrust in trust toldFeeling that we needFlowers of our goldNever ill to tread Come to my sideIn time of new loveWhen day hours hide


From the clouds aboveI love you more nowThan I ever did beforeIt’s beginning somehowTo be stronger moreAnd more Peter S. Quinn


Come With Me (From Album, Like Love Is True) Come with me to days of tomorrowWhere love songs are born to goGiving us their dreams to borrowFilling our loneliness with glowEverywhere in thoughts that'll show Tonight forever we again longHearing these tunes in the airThemes of the heart's romantically songThat gives us so much to careWhenever we feel down somewhere Love that always will find youIn its sweetness of yesteryearsReaching from nowhere and throughEvery moment of downiness and fares Tonight is so lonely in its waysNowhere to go but to forgotten dreamsFilling space of dark empty traceWith only its lights of faraway beamsThat in our heart of unreality seems Love that always will find youIn its sweetness of yesteryearsReaching from nowhere and throughEvery moment of downiness and fares Tonight is so lonely in its waysNowhere to go but to forgotten dreamsFilling space of dark empty traceWith only its lights of faraway beamsThat in our heart of unreality seems Peter S. Quinn


Come With Your Remarks Come with your remarksFor the hours are almost doneWith parquetry embarksThat once in shine was onThe falling shadows dieingAnd filling the woes of lostStill to the light tryingTo make their doodling must Oh flowers of falling leavesWith sorrows in your shadeThat fills the moment’s grievesWith two way sharp bladeHow painful is your doubtOf clouds in nesting dimThose are circling here aboutIn breezes gust and flam Rain clouds some to beAnd giving ease to painForever in dimness to beAnd flowing in soggy rainOh doubt now here’s your songIn low down voices runWith nothing inside to longFrom brightness of coming sun Peter S. Quinn


Come Write To Me Another Song Come write to me another songOf breezing tune and waving melodySo much of love in it I’ll longWith freedom softly forever to beThe springs of streams go still there onFrom oceans floor up to the sky blueUntil there is no more to be doneAnd love will be on way - aging to renew Sweet earths come here and listen to my wordsFor everything is vibrant there againYou gave me summerset with flying birdsAnd nothing in your waves is done in vainWilt flowers from the fields of memoryWhen I was still unwritten at you shoreAnd life was here itself to be born freeTo come and give strong for ever more My song shall travel with you alongTill everything has streamed so interlaidFor each your whisper is always youngAnd never fully understood or playedPlease give me songs to write to your heartWith wings and buds - to blossom every dayI must again be fresh on journey’s startOr else your blessings shall move away Peter S. Quinn


Coming And Going Coming and goingWorld is at never endTimes times growingMoments of a blendCatching our dreamsWhat we have foundIn the ocean’s streamsHere everywhere around Yesterdays had hoursFull of its seedsMorning brightly flowersIn all what earth readsFootsteps in the sandThose were made by meDreams I could understandAnd made my liberty Clouds are drifting highBrightly going onIn my amazement skyTill those pictures are goneFalling drops of rainTouch my love and earthI hope nothing´s in vainThat came with my birth Peter S. Quinn


Coming Around To Nowhere Your heart be throbbing around,Love songs that never were found;Goodbye to childish thoughts,With all those unthinkable knots.That merry go round from here,And coming around to nowhere;Whatever I thought I would say,In each of my puerile's play. The stars will shine on tomorrow,Like snow tops of Kilimanjaro;Our imagination will never stop,Though different things it'll swoop.We will search and find its town,Let its wall go tumbling down;The fairytales come still along,In stories and every new song. Hope will leave nothing undone,Endless interpretations in the spun;We' will mature in years and skills,But always have our youthful thrills.If young in our soul we will still be,And hold to expectations and its glee;Have the summer in heart and mind,Never leave the young years behind. Peter S. Quinn


Coming From The Sky Coming from the skyThe gyrating moments for allGoing here low and highTill those luminous fallInside the fluttering blissThe day of the evening goesEverything that let to thisFor all the fading glows Yesterday was once newTill it burned up in the eveningWith the dark night to renewAnd latest dawn to bringFull of flowering and leavesOf blossom’s speculationWith their longitude and briefsOf its wordily education Coming to this earthOur wishful thoughts to giveArrangements and its birthThat truly must grow to liveNothing is new to be bornIn every aspect of learningThrough revelation it’s wornTo every circle ways turning Peter S. Quinn


Coming Thru To Shine There is lonelinessIn the clouds going byThey seem so less and lessAs they rise on highIn their misty hazeSkimming all day longIn many day dreams amazeThat is in their morning song Feeling freedom dayComing thru to shineIn their many playOf the red horizon line Reaching far to dreamCloseness going thruNot everything be seemWhat it is now so newLike the billon graysIn to their hazy vaporsWhen the clouds they playFrom sky's far shapers Nothing to believe inOnly dreams to catchIn their going on spinOf their high altitude touchYesterdays seem old newsWith the firmament sunsetLike the breezy bluesWith their moment's upsets Feeling freedom dayComing thru to shineIn their many playOf the red horizon line You got your hope to givePassing on its ways


Truth about to liveIn its many staysNothing coming easyCatching dreams to strifeLike the hours breezyThat sometimes comes to life You and I in turningLike the clouds in skyWith our passions burningIn the low and highReaching to the lateAfternoon’s fading starsEach in moment's crateSide by kicking bars Feeling freedom dayComing thru to shineIn their many playOf the red horizon line (from my album: Something More) Peter S. Quinn


Commodores Of Times Meanwhile Why love is always cornered outTo somewhere no one knowsMy daydreams are inside meShowing me ways I didn't seeResidents of cold touch slumberThe rivers of my hold on themesAll that is now and then forgottenBut still is all there inside me I have always felt I couldn't affordThis affection to know a feelingFor it's something I don't knowJust broken stones and disencumberPictures of people are everywhereJust albums apart or distances awayThough I am outnumbered by a singleNone of any emotion residence Like the wind that blows aroundI am a wander inside my thoughtsFinding the silences to nowhereThe commodores of times meanwhile Peter S. Quinn


Communicating People (To Tori Amos) The mountain of blue sky and flying birds,This is something for the climbers to reach their goal;There is this beautiful morningThat steps inside my dreamAnd I take a fly to the left and to the right,A morning full of whispers a morning full of silence. Ha communicating people,Reaching your wings into the sky;Communicating people,Have you come to say how much you love the world? Dark eyed horses dwellingInside the green colored forest,I wait for you to come outTo take my ride again,This is something for the dreamers to reach their goal;There is this beautiful morning,Full of changing colors. Oh dear don't ever try this out at homeYou could disturb the neighbors,This is something for the gray minded monotonous to reach their goal;There is this beautiful morning,Of monotonous rousing. And I try to phone and I try to phoneYou,But you aren't answering.Have you gone to say how much you love the world?Have you gone to say how much you love the world? Peter S. Quinn


Confusing Distances (From,134 Picture Poems) confusing distancesalone with myflowing thoughts where cold oceanmotionsare lostin the fog Peter S. Quinn


Conjectural Punch Lines Conjectural punch linesBetween good and bad,What in the peace outshinesBoth happy and sad;There's way with indifferenceBut it will never stay,If you give peace a chanceIn the moment deray Try not out your luckWith up filling a wish,You could be forever stuckIn what it then never is;Fulfillments and changesOn the long roads ahead,Futures still rearrangesWhen they are made ared. What man's from life drivenAre like axes of the field,From the progeny givenAnd the soil concealed;There's way for new hopeAnother story untold,In fate's ancient gropeWhat destiny will behold. Peter S. Quinn


Conjectural Punch Lines (From, Lost Song Poems) Conjectural punch linesBetween good and bad,What in the peace outshinesBoth happy and sad;There's way with indifferenceBut it will never stay,If you give peace a chanceIn the moment deray. Try not out your luckWith up filling a wish,You could be forever stuckIn what it then never is;Fulfillments and changesOn the long roads ahead,Futures still rearrangesWhen they are made ared. What man's from life drivenAre like axes of the field,From the progeny givenAnd the soil concealed;There's way for new hopeAnother stories untold,In fate's ancient gropeWhat destiny will behold. Peter S. Quinn


Connecting The Lines I wandered alongside this evening songThrough tempers and roots of their many waysMight of their warm gone but the fragrant staysGiving compasses and yearnings to longReasons of staircases in crystal clear woodThe little forgotten wheels of treasuresEach of their reasons and unlikelihoodGiving its day to day normal pleasures Completeness of things is in its cleannessSmoothing its powers to the time chimesFilling each matter with existing - indeedThe easy going contrasts and betweennessThat goes with existence of lifetimesIs all connecting the lines you will read? Peter S. Quinn


Connection My heart is a connectionTo you and to meTogether in the beatThat makes our love free These feelings like lightIn rising daybreakEvery touch of this relationThat we in love shall make Your heart is a connectionSo much and tenderlyThat I feel here inside meWhen our love is free Like dreams flowing betweenIn their everlastingOnly touches and nothing seenIn love caringly trusting Peter S. Quinn


Contemplation In The Light Contemplation in the lightThose need somewhere to goInto the circling of the nightWith some of its dowering glowTaking the departing by hoursThat's been waiting and readyIn the pouring out showersOf the falling drops so steady In the look of the city lightAt the evening passing goneBefore labyrinth of the nightShall vanished and be doneFrom the lanes and city routsWith every sideway in its lineWhen the shadows here intrudesWith the day and falling sunshine Reverie in dark shadeEvery fulsome turning pointThat in stepwise turning gradeComes to border the dimly jointWhere the hour falls to sleepIn the pondering of a dreamAnd doorways of reality sweepThrough its gloomy nightly beam Peter S. Quinn


Contemplation In The Light (From, Myspace) Contemplation in the lightThose need somewhere to goInto the circling of the nightWith some of its dowering glowTaking the departing by hoursThat's been waiting and readyIn the pouring out showersOf the falling drops so steady In the look of the city lightAt the evening passing goneBefore labyrinth of the nightShall vanished and be doneFrom the lanes and city routsWith every sideway in its lineWhen the shadows here intrudesWith the day and falling sunshine Reverie in dark shadeEvery fulsome turning pointThat in stepwise turning gradeComes to border the dimly jointWhere the hour falls to sleepIn the pondering of a dreamAnd doorways of reality sweepThough its gloomy nightly beam Peter S. Quinn


Contrasting Shows Resembling shadowsOn a frozen wall,Immense and tall;The fire that glowsWithin itself,A storm that blowsThe ice needles away. It came here on,To answer earths call;From an underneath,Ever blazing sea. The beast is here,In fire and ice;Immensely burning,Intensively surprise.Evolving glaciers,And fluxing snows;Full of burning ices,Contrasting shows.Like, phoenix fell here,With feathers burned up;To ice sheetsThat roars and tears,And fires that burns ice up. Peter S. Quinn


Convey My Destiny Convey my destinyThat to my door callsAnd spread its wings freeBefore Icarus fallsProfit prosper daysThose to the roads lieBalance each the baysThe oceans and the sky Like corn in wind swaysMy fate is to and froAnd nothing ever staysThat really has to goUp to heights - to winMount the climbing highThere is so much withinOr efforts will surely die Peter S. Quinn


Corners Everywhere (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) Sit downWait your changeNothing is going forever There are corners everywhereTo begin your journey Times are complicatedWith too much to doAnd nothing to pleaseIn the same way You can give me this and thatAnd never give too much You have your ways to accomplishWhat surrounds your thoughtAnd sets your mind There are corners everywhereTo begin your journey Peter S. Quinn


Corridors Of Time Corridors of time are passingInto every introduction’s shownTheir fortune and failure tossingTo the daydreams in its night gownFlying together to embraceWith every confusion there in givenFull of its world and its waysIn what every feeling has liven Nothing is going to nowhereWith this time that is here comingThough we have time to shareIn their minutes up summingFinding out where feelings are hereTrusting the way they all goThere is so much in life's steerWithout this all you know Trusting the dream from the heartWithout much knowing what's hiddenDriving or tearing us apartOf good fortunes that got riddenLiving is breaking destructionAnd taking away every feelingMaking us anywhere in its abductionStrings of our hope then stealing Nothing is going to nowhereWith this time that is here comingThough we have time to shareIn their minutes up summingOnly we two that are on givingFrom our own that we both have startedIn those times we are livingThat soon to anywhere is departed Trusting the dream from the heartWithout much knowing what's hiddenWhere every going must again start


That in our dreams seems fitting (from my album: Something More) Peter S. Quinn


Counting-Faraway-Stars Counting-faraway-starsOne by one they glowGlistening icily pulsarsLike snow corns they showFeelings in the heartWhere the coldness isDrifting through and apartFollowing morning bliss Yesterday is now a dreamIn the in betweenWhere everything in light seemWhere it hasn't beenLove songs of old yesterdayTo the night now goingIn their lonesome on playAnd in far-away growing Counting still the hoursEverything is fallingBleaching down the flowersOblivion themes callingYou and I are still hereWith our dreams givingSomeone is though nowhereIn their times of living Like a summer song of oldEvery dream I feltCannot to their seed holdWhere their motives dweltSpellbound to the darknessIn the waves of shadowsEach its touch of nearnessThat never returns or shows Counting-faraway-starsOne by one they glowGlistening icily pulsars


Like snow corns they showFeelings in the heartWhere the coldness isDrifting through and apartFollowing morning bliss Peter S. Quinn


Craving The night now dances closeIn its nocturnal dance dreamsLike a dark leaved evening roseWith thorns of yesterdays deemsI watch the shadows shiftIn to my thoughts I yearn forAnd back again to dim driftTo become nothing once more My heart is beating lonelinessAnd echoing through its soundFeelings to turn out to be lessUntil they are nowhere foundSo much is though hidden insideIn place of the outlying deepThat ruined my wishes or tiedUntil their thoughts they sweep Now abandoned I do craveFor something that's there stillAnd through the missing paveTo try to find again and fulfillI watch the shadows danceIn a fluttering beaming lightWeaving the moment’s instanceThrough time and missing night Peter S. Quinn


Crossing Our days are like waterHollowing the stoneWays of difference splatterIn these times alone The wind of every playingAnd escaping here throughNowhere for long is stayingAlways going to renew Singing in whirling curvingMeeting the going byEmotions of stilled steeringIn clouds or a clear sky Crossing of vanishing dreamsEmptiness going scatterIn to the times streamsWhere nothing seems to matter Peter S. Quinn


Crossroads Crossroads of the coming dayEverywhere to keepThis and that in outside playFrom gone judgments deep Flowing on to the astrosphereStill in unknown from us allIn its going breezy valor steerEndless dances and stroll Crossroads lying deep insideOf the rivers now tryingOn its onward fulfillment glideBefore daylight is dying Coming still again here aroundIn the clear water dropsNowhere else on earth foundBefore its great plunges stops Crossroads through curtains freeOf the seasons motionsHarvest ride in colors alchemyOn to tide’s oblivion oceans Day and night to ascend fulfillIn the base of comforter wayMimic shades of living thrillImpending with its every lay Peter S. Quinn


Cure Me Cure me of this loveThat the wind bestowsLike the leaves aboveFlying in autumn glowsRed as morning blissOn a lonely streetIs every fallen kissIn its bleaching bleat Cure me from solitaryWhen the winter comesAnd the breeze gets airyAs it coldly strumsWhen colors fall grayIn an endless darkAnd love's not in my wayFor its plying embark Cure me of love sicknessAnd longing so muchLike leaf in air quicknessRed earth must touchIn blanching autumn burnWhen I long for youDear, but you won't returnBecause we're through Peter S. Quinn


Curves They Crash (From,134 Picture Poems) curves they crashcrossed lights ofnorthern moon calm is the heavenwaiting to strike from fire clouds Peter S. Quinn


Dagar Sem Dimmar Nætur (From Nokkur Ny ÍslenskSmáljó?) Nú eru dagar sem dimmar næturdansandi skuggar og kvikur,erfitt er stundum a? fara á fæturvi? eilíf?ar nætur blikur.Nor?urljósin leika um himinnlogarnir hverfa svo brátt,?ungbúinn lífsins ?ema ég finní ?ögninni vi? hljó?a sátt. Allt er svo einmannalegt nú hérsem órá?in gáta draumsins,andartaki? svo óraunverulegt erí innvi?um hugsanna saumsins.Hugurinn lí?ur hljó?lega um nóttheimurinn sefur svo blítt,lífi? í draumi leitar af ?rótta? lei?a nyjan dag upp á nytt. Nú eru dagar drollandi og hljó?irdögun nys árs kemur ?ó brátt,blikandi logar lífsins gló?irleikandi opnast ?á upp á gátt.Hamingjan er í hringstiga ljóshapp og glöpp spor gengin,frosti? á glugga gefur hvíta rósgle?i úr dimmunni er fengin *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Dagrenning (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Ó dagrenningí táraskyjumhve hljó?er ?ín dögg Ofin silkivatns ?rá?umgærdagsins *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Dagur Dagsins Í Dag Í dag er dagurdagsins í dag,?ar lendur tímanshafa sá? sín lönd.Hver rödd í ómi syngurenn sinn brag,sem gefur ar?vi? nyja sjónar rönd. Og skyin gráuhverfa munu á braut,í fjarlæga synvi? enda nætur.?a? upphefst alltuppúr langri ?raut,?egar ví?synin léttí ljósi lætur. Nyr dagur sem ásyndí skyi björtu,sem skuggarnir ófuúr myrkri syn.?a? koma dagar bjartirá ny í hjörtu,er svarnættis hrjóstri?dökka dvín. Peter S. Quinn


Dance Dance… Dance dance to the eveningIn a dim golden flowAs the leaves singIn their breezy breezy blowMorning comes to liveGlowing waves of dayMore than enough to giveOf its colors golden lay Dreams that were of nightAre now all laying stillFor the daylight brightThose aspirations fulfillDance dance to the nightFill the moods of songIn your dream starry flightThose dreamy feelings long The stars are out to shineWithin their golden glowThru space in horizon lineThat the skies now showHarmony of deep freedomTo the darkness remoteColors of the ad-infinitumOpening dawn’s fireboat Dance dance to the eveningIn a dim golden flowAs the leaves singIn their breezy breezy blowMorning comes to liveGlowing waves of dayMore than enough to giveOf its colors golden lay Peter S. Quinn


Dance Of Flowers A dance of flowersThrough time of snowThose wintry hoursIn dawn's new glow Their stepping throughExistence in coldFor epochs renewThat nothing can holdFlying in the darkBreezy moment playsWith their playful sparkFrom the deep sun rays A dance of new lifeTo prime comingSeasons on strifeFor blossoming Nothing can holdTo grow and becomeAs seedlings unfoldEarth beginnings fromJust as we areNow in our own dimDeep down and afarIn bleak Whimsy whim Peter S. Quinn


Dance On Your Softly Fairy Toes Dance on your softly fairy toesOn the waves of the oceanAnywhere your freedom goesWith the flow of air and emotionGive your wings a tryOn to goings far outIn to the openness of the skyAnd high clouds circling about Dance on the aloft coming airOut to the distances afarWith your longings gathered everywhereAnd wishes for each falling starDream away to a different shoreFind your billows to riseTo the evermore and hereinbeforeWith your movements and surprise Break of your chains to freedomLet everything just go and goOn to where the breezes are fromAnd the first of the daybreak's glowBe like a bird and glide highAbove every rooftop and treeNever let go of the blue skyOr the liberty that makes you free Peter S. Quinn


Dance The Night Away Dance the night awayFor a beautiful dreamingMeet your longing in a dayLike a daybreak beamingRomantic feelings insideThat in night you foundThru your day will glideTill your dreams come around Dance the night to heartFind shades you adoreIt’s a fresh morning startLike your own wishing starAll the moods in the hourFrom a moon-lited nightIs your blooming flowerIn your romantic flight Dance the night and findWhat dreams are made ofLeave your worries behindOn dream wings and its loveIf you still are in doubtIn a nighttime like thisLook at clouds far aboutIn their magic and bliss Peter S. Quinn


Dance To Me Till The Night Is Gone Dance to me till the night is goneCarry my heart to the long wayLove is like a song to go on and onTill the morning meets a new day Hope is dancing with its flowingAlways more in its future to comeDon’t let hopes to the night be goingFeel its softness and fragrance blossom Dance till the hours are all here inFeeling its softness in the shadowsLet every smile through emotions spinAnything of love sometimes again goes Yesterdays were breaking through wavesCatching the minutes on their leavingThoughts to reality longings cravesIn their departure and dance conceiving Dance me to love in tender beguileSlowly in motions to give and wakeEvery its content in beauty and styleThat love together can always make Threads of its kisses feelings in deepAll that has no limits to any endBringing together that love can only keepAll of its instants in gathering blend Peter S. Quinn


Dance With Me Dance with me through waves of new motionsGrowing so far out that I can not holdRising billows of deep profound oceansAnd reaching there with might that hasn't been toldPaces of circles going in their weavingStrange sketching finding to destiny's shoreMoments and hours each rotating briefingWhat might the future for yesterday store? Come in to darkness to find again lightSpinning thru black holes through end of spaceTwinkling light of a meditative thoughtMoods of the dreaming in their transit flightHour of fulfillment's many splitting waysSomething from their core that can't be taught Peter S. Quinn


Dance, Dance, Little Summer Wind Dance, dance, little summer wind!there are no winter's chagrined,yesterdays goneinto new dawn,that shall come fresh not disciplined. Peter S. Quinn


Dancer Of The Sky Dancer of the skyDance in clouds farawayEvery reach and tryDrifts and cannot stayWhite hazy a yonderToo far into the blueMakes a gesture and ponderAs it goes on through Happy moods goingWind wind in its blowAzure sky glowingBlue and white as snowDancer dance your songInto a distance dreamSo I may still longWith sun evening gleam Dancers of the skyRun on the silky waysFor the gazing eyeIn their heavenly playsWhile these moments lastWorld’s beautiful visionFor a hope to recastIn our own precision Peter S. Quinn


Dancing Fairies (From,134 Picture Poems) dancing fairiesglisteningon twirling dewdropsacross soft shadows underneaththe soft cottonsleepy night gazes Peter S. Quinn


Dancing His Way To Peace I will dance like a white dove toward peaceWith my both wings set to the sky from hereThe motion of my movements set and freesSo I will glow like a ray in astrosphereI have filled my moments here on this earthWith every aspect of its sensual shadeNow I'm gaining more power in my rebirthWith flowing that the breeze balladeer arrayed With songs of true peace there's harmonious airThrough the heavens of the moments arrivingWe shall fill very quarter of its flairBefore again to tomorrow divingBoth my wings of new freedom shall chains breakAnd dawn of opportunities awake Peter S. Quinn


Dancing Light From Sky To Fields Dancing light from sky to fieldsEvery flower is glowingDreams of nature life now wieldsAs the winter is now goingSunshine coming in morning wakeDay is again born newDarkish shadows away all now takeLet green scenery through Summers in the sun and skyEvery moment is of goldLove songs of fields amplifyStories those yet are untoldBreeze growing through the distanceWith colors fresh and wildAll in its revive and its tranceNewborn to earth and styled Dancing light to rise and quiverPromising more to comeSunshine and summer to deliverTo all of its earth blossomTheir love songs of day and nightBringing life shades throughOnce again in their fresh flightTo make all bright and new Peter S. Quinn


Dancing Mountainous (From,134 Picture Poems) dancing mountainousworld concreteand burned sky with hopeconvincing my thoughts fresh cloudsshowering over maples Peter S. Quinn


Dancing The Tarantula Bring all the hours inOne by one they goSomeone to lose or winWho but fate will know?Flowers have fallen to darkGone to the lonely hourWingless is this larkSeedless is this flower Bring in twilight freshWhere shadows can dancePondered your deadly fleshMake it paler and blanchEmptiness is going byFilling the corners of oldClosing the gleaming skyGhosts from the dim unfold Cry not a tear for meHalfway into the groundStranger from black seaOpen to susceptible woundDancing the tarantulaWith every dark and deepFeeling like the DraculaAs he rose up from sleep Peter S. Quinn


Dancing Through Time Leaves Dancing through time leavesAll the thoughts that comeIn its instances briefsWhere aimless steps are fromLiving and definingWhat entrance becomes nowWords to moods tyingBringing together somehow Dances through desireWith every touch in smokeBringing it to its fireThat gone days did evokeSo much in burning flamesAnd living in new sparksTogether concepts tamesIn filling out fall in darks Each time's plenty of ownMusic of words on pageWith your thoughts have grownTo carry its different stageAh love song of my timeWith some thoughts from meAllowing it grow its climbOf new root everlastingly * From Lyrics and Poems of April Peter S. Quinn


Dancing Waves Dancing wavesThru the endless timeHeart that cravesEach low and primeInto deep silenceThru love and songAs the waves danceTimes love will long To the endless waysThat we all areColors and dim graysIn their lonely afarThe giving and takingIn billow’s flowOf life’s eternal makingFast and too slow In yesterday’s answersTo an evening comingBlue melancholy stirsThru stories summingTheir dreams of trueIn the glow of musicWhen waves dance blueIn sunset of its magic Peter S. Quinn


Dandelions Are Falling Dandelions are fallingOn to autumn songDestiny is callingOf day of gone and longDreams that stood byIn all the days goneWhen the summer skyWas still here carrying on Time of lost waysWeary mornings risingIn their inter moody playsOf nature winterizingAs their feelings goInto oblivions fallWith days falling glowOn to the autumns’ call Dandelions now flyingEvery worth its lightnessRaindrops dreary cryingBefore gloom of brightnessDreams of winter comingIn their turning tidesFalling now blossomingAs darkness here abides Peter S. Quinn


Dark The dark voices now singWith wintry shadows outsideBare branches tremblingIn the garden that driedHold on to the dreams goneSometime they may returnFrom under black winged swanThat gave its somber yearn Alone and drifting deepMy thoughts to sing awayPleasures forgotten to keepNothing for long will stayRemembering I thought lostIn a world of endless nightfallOblivion some crisscrossedTo make again its call The dark voices now bringA dark day cloudy skyA mood of a moody swingIn each my thought I defyNo warmth outside the lawnFurther it makes its sternInto my own I am drawnScenic dreams - my nocturne Peter S. Quinn


Dark Advantages (From, Rock Star) I need your love and dreams tooBefore the sky clears againYou are like dawn to renewWith all its glow-ray artillerymen The dark advantages for a whileUntil the sun rises back inI'll go with the lonesome dark mileIf you will relate and be akin I'm standing dejected without youWhere shadows are so lonelyEmptiness of the deep and the hueNow caresses my heart only I need your love and dreams tooBefore the sky clears againYou are like dawn to renewWith all its glow ray artillerymen The dark advantagesOh I am totally lost without youTotally Peter S. Quinn


Dark Blue (From, Poet On Www) Dark blue and red bleed,The sky of the twilight hour;So much indifference and agreed,Sweet ways and sour.There were times we regretted,Such a long journey and year;Yesterdays - even absentminded,And silly jokes to bear. Then came dawn and new day,Charging high through night fires;Turning and running away,With our forgotten desires.All this time is now up burning,Stop it shall not, hence it will steer;Like threads to the reason learning,Nothing forever to adhere. The end we preferred to travel,Perhaps alone and even forgotten;And look at our own to marvel,Inside hidden or store-boughten.Times will keep coming - going,Like the ships to the shore reach;Everything to distance's growing,Summers to our memories - each! Peter S. Quinn


Dark Blue Sky (#12 From My Musical, Lyrics...) Dark blue sky's out there,Before daybreak is in;Falling stars here and there,Taking a dive and a spin. Night and distant moon,Sleepless is my night;Day will close in soon,Sunshine hot and bright. Gleaming lights everywhere,Space dark and unknown;Now is winter's year,With snowy darkish gown. Night dreaming oh not me,Melancholy and sleepless;I gaze my eyes to sky free,For a falling star fresh. Dark blue sky's out there,My thoughts out wander;Away from this little sphere,The earth that grows under. (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


Dark Dark Comes Close Dark dark comes close,When day's dreamt awayThe sunshine;Alone now standsAn evening rose,Like memories fromA chorus line. I feel the winter's coming,As light goesFrom the day;Though some the colorsAre running,Bright like thoseFrom early May. Dark dark comes close,Shades dun and all strayIn design;As night expandsSummer light goes,Filled with embalmOf summer divine. I feel the winter once more,It steadily growsAnd shadows play;As the wind hollersAnd treetops swing,Once more closeTo my walking way. Peter S. Quinn


Dark Dreams In My Daylight Dark dreams in my daylightSunrise of the night coming inOnly stars loneliness brightTwilight's in twinkling spinComing and going - burstingFeelings that run inside meLike breeze out there gustingWanting to be always free Oh the sun shall shine once moreIn its summer's blue skyNow it's drifting to the shoreIn ocean's songs of goodbyeLove is an inside feelingWith much there to realizeAlways some mood out stealingWith their billows in disguise Dark is way's - breaking nightIn to the sky rise of the farLonely wishing in their flightDefeating dark with a fiery starOh let the sun still be insideWith every touch that surviveShadows of marine waves glideDance on their ways to revive Refrain:Dark dreams in my daylight… Peter S. Quinn


Dark Growth Paint my heart with tinctureTones of tears from withinYears have become abolisherFor every gray tone and tinHeart is always in its doubtImpure symmetry acceptedIn and out and here aboutNot as before was expected Lessons the plunge of timesFrom there and to the hardPantomime followed mimesEvery aspect thus so jarredPerhaps you don't venerate meOnly justify your tattered tinsWith its own pneumonia keyObtained elements phrase-ins Like a tree of tortured rootsDumped in the rubbish heapI've carried some lifeless fruitsIn silent run in quiescent deepSubmerged treasured traysAnd knotted their dark growthConquered freedom many waysWith my own and given both Peter S. Quinn


Dark Of Love Is Deep Dark of love is deepA matter of surpriseWays of life to keepKnotting contrast ties All life is in aroundCircling endlesslyLife movement foundForces of the free Infinity in all goingNothing is really realJust a shine glowingA touch of its feel Life a circling aroundDays of forgotten castNew roads then foundFutures of its past The dark of your eyesIrises of deep skyLife in all its surpriseMirrors of imaginary ties Remember to be awakeGive of love to allFuture is at stakeWhere next it shall fall Peter S. Quinn


Dark Rainfalls Rhyme Haiku Dark rainfalls are hereStirring its moods through the airMy thoughts are nowhere Peter S. Quinn


Dark Ride Dark ride through day and nightWinter songs of the eventideCome and set your glisten lightThrough the shadows that hide Times have gone and given allNothing comes though from thisLightless footsteps only sprawlWith their ways of hit-and-miss I don't understand my thoughtsFrom this vantage and point onTogether comes each of its jotsWhen comprehending is gone Frost thinking thoughts that playSomething for a short while longMinutes vanish in nothing to sayThis is the texture, way and song Wearing apparel what comes nextIt’s a funny thing with your luckLike its surface quite undersexedForever in the pantomime stuck My desires around the corner goThe coincidence cards they'll drawSomewhere along footsteps in snowSweet love of my longings I saw Peter S. Quinn


Dark Space Between Dark Space BetweenEvery footstep goingNot everything is seenOr each corner knowing Days in dreams wonderfulIn their drifting here aboutMoments comes in life and dullAnd some in their doubtBut as long as there is loveTo give from and takeIn plenty worth feelings ofThere is nothing at stake Dark Space BetweenEverything we both doSome are still and others beenComing always through What the hours give and wakeSome for our pleasureWe are here for love's own makeThat’s our living treasureYesterdays and many moreAs all is in its own wanderWhen it comes to our shore Drifting begotten asunder Peter S. Quinn


Dark To Dark (From, Lost Song Poems) Dark to dark feelings now hideFrom the face of the day newborn,Scaly colors through the waves glideOn the ocean's surface this morn. Circles of hopes run and abideTo the unknown of the wide yawn,Together foreign wisdom alliedFrom the peep of day in con. Peter S. Quinn


Dark Window Wonder of youDeep beyondI can’t see thruIt’s inside foundLove of a roseIn colors redBeat to beat closeOn loves bed Dark windowYour deep eyesGolden glowFull of surpriseDreams to giveCrystalline tearsVitality reviveIn lines of years Dark windowSurfing to deepIn times flowAnd dreams sleepLove of a birdThat away has fledLove twitteredIn gardens bed Wonder of youTo spring bondAlways renewSeasons aroundDays of awakingIn gladness toneSmile eyes makingI’m not alone Peter S. Quinn


Dark Woods Of Love Dark woods of loveYou tangle my heartLike gray clouds aboveYour love will startEvery whispering wayInside and outsideMeets each darkish grayThat in a heart'll hide Dark woods so closeIn your deep contactWith thorns like a roseThat my love distractEvery day is a flameIn burning of a darkAnd never the sameIs each of your spark Dark woods of my deepIn wonders and fireYour leaves are asleepFrom summer desireBut when spring comesAnd day grows higherYour darkish blossomsIn growth won't tire Peter S. Quinn


Dark-Awake There are ways to be awakeFor the empty times aheadEvery road will go and takeWhere each footstep will leadI've tried to leave behindWhat is now all out of sightBut can not seem to findWhat is here wrong or right Twinkling stars in dark skyAre the only guiding beamsFor each coming and goodbyeAnd what here in shadow seemsI can't believe blindly in fateFor there is something moreWith each mind’s touching stateYou can never be too sure Walk around to get throughFalling love is lost in eyesYou must always become trueLeave behind deception liesTake your wounds make them healFill your dreams with its surpriseYou are only what you feelHeart of fire and sometimes ice Twinkling stars in dark skyAre the only guiding beamsFor each coming and goodbyeAnd what here in shadow seems Walk around to get throughFalling love is lost in eyesYou must always become trueLeave behind deception liesTake your wounds make them healFill your dreams with its surpriseYou are only what you feel


Heart of fire and sometimes ice Peter S. Quinn


Darker Days Darker days of dreamsWith winter full of adoreNothing in reality seemsIn all this chilliness galoreHope is though here stillWith many moonlight kissesAnd tomorrows to fulfillWith abundances of wishes You and I rememberingWhat is gone to the pastOn to new feelings enduringWhen time gives its castLove lies in air and waysEverywhere time's keepingWinter is now in its graysEarth and heaven sweeping Dreams on to new loreBrightness of days goingSailing on to another shoreIn wind of promises growingHere no futures stand stillIn their ways and pleasuresTimes and days shall fulfillEvery new found treasures Peter S. Quinn


Darker Moods There is this world of finest sun,That shadows fall on in the night;And as this world is all not fun,Just different ways of wrong and right.For all the rainbows in the sky,The colors turn to different ways;And every cloud away can't fly,Or drift again into the haze. From all diminishing darkness,Again shall sunshine rise high;Forever as this world is fresh,There is no moment for it to die.All our space is of the twilight,And likewise thoughts are relative;Moods are all with different height,And so is also loss and grief. The feelings of my mood now dark,For I have leaves of darker green;I can not sing or give a spark,Or all those dimensions in between.The roots will come to spoil the soil,Unless your wings shall rescue me;For they are now so dark and foil,And let me with no fulfillment be. Peter S. Quinn


Darker Shades Darker shades in betweenDreams and their realityIn everything never seenThat might make you freeEmotions going to the farFeelings inside of youOf what you really areWithin that is there true Every style on to glowFilling the air with mistAnything only you'll knowFrom its inside all twistWings of wandering’s playGoing further to the deepFrom all its ordinary wayThat at times slips to leap Dim of dimly impressionMost anything from a heartIn a tint certain successionThat daily comes to startMoods of instant tranquilityAs life pounders here aroundIn its personal acceptabilityIn darker shades there found Peter S. Quinn


Darkness Haiku We all have darknessInside and on the outsideSummer sparked away Peter S. Quinn


Darling New Spring Darling new springYour heart is now beatingLove songs you’ll singIn bright time caress meetingAll life’s now givingAnd bringing colors thruTo the days of spring livingIn seeds of their renew Every day we are walkingThru dreams of fire skyAs the breeze is talkingIn its gust going byLove songs to the mountainsAs the eve gets highWith its lips of color fountainsIn each shading’s try Darling coming summerFull of roses of brightBirds of singing strummerWith the evening lightStreaming with the riverEvery youngish heartBeautiful ways to deliverIn all its flowing art Every day we are walkingThru dreams of fire skyAs the breeze is talkingIn its gust going byLove songs to the mountainsAs the eve gets highWith its lips of color fountainsIn each shading’s try Peter S. Quinn


Darling Spring Come here again darling springIn fragrance of sights and beautyWith birds that lovely will singForever with passion and carefreeEverything comes from under snowLeaves and grasses become greenSummer breezing tender to blowGiving its pleasures in scent keenDarling I dreamt you last nightIn wonderful gardens somewhereThe blooming came back so brightSummer's sweet notions in airRecreation of pleasures to knowFor thoughts that once were apartNew morning so fresh in its glowAnd giving a song to my heartCome here again darling springI will be here expecting for youWhen moods of winter upswingAll my thoughts will be in sky blue Peter S. Quinn


Dawn - In Apple Red Light Oh my love is coming in apple red light!The freshness opening in young dawn's skyMy purpose is being - in sight reading rightWhat I might see in the cloudlets there highYoung morn time without end - silences loomGiving oblivion to the lost thoughts goneIt’s of with its misty drifting far bloomTo carry my pondering - on and on Beautiful morning I belong to theeStrength driven forces giving me their callWith their winging throughout any doubts goFeeling strangely with forces so freeTraveler along - what might there befallWith transformed fields in rosy silver glow Peter S. Quinn


Dawn Dawn Rise Now Dawn dawn rise now into dayMorning coming quite so newFull of airy singing layComing up and coming too Young opening feeling highFull with new colors madeSet for bringing blue skyOver mountains and glade The day's fire coming upNothing can stop it hereRising its shine over topFilling the dim dark near Dawn dawn rise now into dayBring the young into blueCome now close as you mayAll is so hopeful with you Peter S. Quinn


Dawn Into The Blue Dawn into the blueFrom night of dreamy playSunshine coming thoughTill the end of the day Like love with desireThe evening coming hereIn the darkish glow fireThat becomes then near Dream dreams of loveIn the feelings they giveLike a moonshine aboveWhen the night stars live You and I so trueIn night of luminary glowEverything then to renewBefore morning will flow Drawn in to tomorrowWith our hearts now beatingIn the new born echoThat our ears are reading Dawn into the blueFrom yesterdays so sweetAnd remember I love youIn all its shading’s treat Peter S. Quinn


Day After Day There Is Sunset Day after day there is sunset,Beautiful ashtrays of yellow dust;All what days of the days meet,Rays of the sunshine hours of lust.The eyes inside the evening,Before the day is all gone;Where lark and small birds sing,There in red layered setting sun. Dark blue and half lonely,The hours that dark gives away;Shadows of night dancing only,With tone of the wind that play.Rides of the moon in clouds,Water that glances in a glow;Streets empty without crowds,All is now in silent and slow. Lips of a dream now kisses,Wings of the darkish flowers;Brings to a thought night wishes,Before return of morn hours.How does a dim make doubts,Vividly morning coloured orange;Brushing away grey burn-outs,Giving the light again change. Peter S. Quinn


Day And Day – New Summer Day and day for the comingAs new summer comes alongTorches of tinctures strummingIn to its green freshness songWhere a darling's young in lightOf its beautiful spring blossomAnd away is all winter's nightWhere dark to the dark is from Day and day in the eveningReddish the clouds in driftingWhere birds upon a tree will singAnd the spirit of airs upliftingAnd making the moments shineWith every loneliness going awayLongings in a faraway horizon lineWhen dark will meet its yellow lay Days of each promises goingIn to the high above beyondWith gold of the gold glowingLike nowhere else is here foundDancing of leaves in shadowsDrippy of dew drops one by oneWhere moments in evening glowsAnd soon to the twilight is gone Peter S. Quinn


Day And Night - Summertime Day and night of loveEverything is still goingLike drifting clouds aboveEarth is in spring glowingNight is becoming a dayBlossoming colors brightLife all in summer's rayGone is cold winter night Day and night for youBringing in new sunshineSky in its heavenly blueBrighten day on so fineNow is the time of newFlowing and going brightSun that's coming throughFrom under the dark light Day and night of newThings of its growing wildBright days for me and youEvery in its tender mildSpring to summer growingNights becoming new daysRoads to new colors goingFrom dark winter grays Peter S. Quinn


Day And Night Between In a sparkle alphabetAnd a wonderful wayNothing to regretFor a single dayEmber of glisten shineAll to this hereLine to reflect lineCenter to everywhere In moving clouds byDreams are gatheringAnd open up the skyIn glow weatheringAs blue becomes moreShining to the nightAnd opens heaven’s doorFor the sun bright Earth becomes newIn whiteness seenWintry morning trueDay and night betweenAs snow is falling fastFilling mountains daleIn hours layered frostOf winters path detail Peter S. Quinn


Day And Night Dreaming – A Lyric Day and night dreamingOf mountains so highAnd rivers deep streamingThat never shall dieOf love that is deeperThan oceans so vastAnd you are its keeperSo nothing gets lost Give your heart sailingThrough time’s world nowAnd you won't be failingWhen misfortune's somehowGive of your heartSomething to followIts treasures won't departThat isn’t inside hollow You shall again this all feelEven though going oldIf you give what's realFor someone to holdFeelings that are livingDeep where you'll goAnd always there givingSprouts that will on grow RefrainDay and night dreaming Peter S. Quinn


Day And Night Each Of Two Day and night come together in their streamOf nothingness or something of worthThe lone shadows that everywhere seemWhen two corners reach each other in birthDriven through the paths of each ponderingLoneliness is sometimes forgotten in hoursWhen nothing is coming in for wonderingOnly the after clouds of last night showersSomething without a thought of its ownRifling between the two border linesOf what is gone to its forgetfulness downAnd to each of each other than combinesDay and night each of two contrasting waysFilling each other with colors and grays Peter S. Quinn


Day And Night Forever Going (From, The CompleteCollected Poems Of Strains) Day and night forever goingInto the miasma of tomorrowMemories from hours glowingWhatever they might borrow Rising influences and going onInto their shivering gone pastWishes warped but never doneEverything moves on so steadfast Beaming lights into every startFinding a new way to fascinateRising high from its first impartAlways to give of its own weight Swinging contrast in gentle aimBuilding on its past forevermoreRoots to develop and life to tameOpening up its expectations door Peter S. Quinn


Day And Night Is All We Have (From, The CompleteCollected Poems Of Strains) Day and night is all we haveTo wonder and bring throughThe reach of other in its calveTo make up and then renewLike voices going through moodsOne by one in gesture's wrestThe night of dreams in preludesThose to the mind are dressed The crossing roads of shadesWithout a form to give or takeTheir many prisms in its gradesFeelings sometimes up wakeIn leanings to its latest formThose meanings give in gesturesAnd in several intimate dormsOf flow through and vestures Forces of each day and nightIn broken rays that soon is goneHere with mode of flowing sightTill each dark nightfall is onTogether lost itinerary throughTheir forces of going motionBy conduct to refurbish newOf plummeting light's demotion Peter S. Quinn


Day And Night To Spring (From My Musical, This Is MyLife) Day and night of winter goneRoads are coming again throughFeelings from the darkness doneEverything just feels quite new A world filled with frozen waysWith streets of embedded coldInto the frozen sheets of hazeWhere they have no further hold RefrainLove song to my heartPlaces where I haven't beenGetting up from dim rampartNothing yet to the eyes seen A world of dreams is getting setFinding beds of new regimesAnd feelings that I can't regretInto the water away now streams Love song to my heartLike the love that comes to youIf you know each easy partEvery day will seem like new RefrainLove song to my heartPlaces where I haven't beenGetting up from dim rampartNothing yet to the eyes seen Places where I haven't beenGetting up from inside leachNothing yet to eyes seenThe new day's beginning to teach


Fly away to the nothingnessThe morning is going to findJoys of its many new caressThat an emptiness left behind Peter S. Quinn


Day And Night We Were Dreaming Away Day and night we were dreaming awaySummer set moods of our loveSomething of feelings in instances stayJust like the sunshine aboveOur feeling of beautiful dreaming onWhere tomorrow will come tooEvenings of purple red tinctures goneAlways in colors to renew Day and night dreams to fulfillGiving us glowing head startLove songs of the woods route stillThose that belong to our heartYou and I holding hand in handSurrounded by fragrances in airEye glimpsing together to understandWhat it is to be close and near Dream ways from the glowing eveningGiving so much to both of usWith breeze in its shrilling swingingComing in soft voices acrossDay and night we were dreaming awayAlways through feelings insideSomething to stay in its everlasting playThrough momentarily dreams that abide Peter S. Quinn


Day By Day Gone Day by day goneFlowers of timeThose drifting seeds onOf blooms once in primeThe bouquets that givePleasure each dayAs we with them liveUntil its winter’s play Love songs in keyOf nature’s summer longUntil again they’re to beFor darker colder songLike everything is goingAnd falling to dustSo is autumn glowingIn all its pleasure rust Till days of winter coldThat comes soon thruAnd blanching can’t holdThe colors once trueWithering times and leavesAll shall be forgottenThough our longing grievesLeaves - those lie now rotten Peter S. Quinn


Day By Day Then Night Day by day then night,Voice left in somewhere's flight;All is gone for ever more,Nothing was for real or sure.Then it's past or going,Like the winter's glowing;With fires that once burned,Memories of no returned. With a shadow like a name,Burning burning passing flame;What will recognition know,When distant self must grow.Purpose proper on the road,What to time was bestowed;Every thought one achieves,Like the shallow broken leaves. Night by night then a day,Everything in a rustic play;What must go must be again,Or each creation is in vain.Meet up with the roads gone,All the sights seeds paragon;Flowering in thoughts new,Tomorrow's dawn fresh dew. Peter S. Quinn


Day By Day Then Night (From, Rock Star) Day by day then night,Voice left in somewhere flight;All is gone for ever more,Nothing was for real or sure.Then it's past or going,Like the summer's glowing;With fires that once burned,Memories of no returned. With a shadow like a name,Burning burning passing flame;What will recognition know,When distant self must grow.Purpose proper on the road,What to time was bestowed;Every thought one achieves,Like the shallow broken leaves. Night by night then a day,Everything in a rustic play;What must go must be again,Or each creation is in vain.Meet up with the roads gone,All the sights seeds paragon;Flowering in thoughts new,Tomorrow's dawn fresh dew. Peter S. Quinn


Day Dreams Day dreams of gone gone byAll of my left pleasuresThe dreams in the hidden skyFull of its cloudy treasures There is a love song youngIn every summer renewSomething from spring to longUntil its days are through Day dreams of endless lightNever to keep on stillIn their hope and flightFrom each morning's fulfill Yesterday's forgotten toneIn thoughts that never cameLike shadows are now aloneBurning like evening flame Day dreams in longing's flowOceans of hidden waysUpon fresh morning's glowWithin the new born days There are its days all newEndless on tone and shadeComing like a light throughFrom moment's colors made Peter S. Quinn


Day In Rising Day in risingFull of its colors viewAll shades surprisingFrom the deep and blue In new summer airLove songs of freshCovering coldness bareWith its deep intermesh Touches of the sunIn the flowers patchWith its fair complexionOn to wistful catch Form a rising horizonEvery day renewPure in its clarificationAll the bright of view Day in new springWith its shine and senseAs sunrise will singIn its color sequence Now new summer’s inFlame time of vividWith its growth and spinAll life is abounded Peter S. Quinn


Day Is Now In Its Dark Ways Day is now in its dark waysFrom glowing of golden lostIn the winter cold icily raysThat is turning them into rustEach day now comes and goesIn the darkness misty blearsTheir strings with pearls glowsAre crystal raindrops in tears The revealed shadows towersQuiver like the tree leavesIn blackness morning hoursWith the wind full of grievesThere are so many answersAround these frozen mirrorsReflecting light like dancersAnd closeness of their veneerers A day beat now stands stillIn its disjuncts prisms spinThoughts on crossroads hillsUnreturned seclusion withinOh come again glowing skiesLike a flow in the rivers runTwirl again around my eyesWith glow of the coming sun *(I was reading Federico García Lorca – Reflection; and I found out the moodshere, right now, are very similar.) Peter S. Quinn


Day To Day Pictures – To The Path Of Spring Day to day picturesAre everywhere in glowDark to white stricturesIn the dissolving snowAnd when spring comesWith its freshness sungThe cores take plumsIn every feeling young Day to day footstepsBringing me on the roadInto the new conceptsOf its furling odeEvery time to escalateFrom its starting edgeBecome true and greatIn its summer's pledge Day to you - its igniteSpinning weaves of goldInto spring's young nightThat love has yet not toldOh come love - convinceYour true heart's desireI'll be your fairy princeTo start dawning sapphire Peter S. Quinn


Day Without Fear The day is always without fearIn its dreams of everlasting,And now in autumn of this yearWintertime's are in and casting.And still the day is always newIn coming gleams of yearning,You'll notice hours going thoughIn cerulean and reddish burning.And still the day is always rightIn all its deed and deep liberty,For day becomes again the nightWith stars so reflective and free. Peter S. Quinn


Daybreak... O daybreak - rising daybreak my true loveWhere the mountains are growing from shadowsIn the flow of the light from far aboveEnding the murkiness of twilight's glows Every dream that was once in its nightFilling the corners of thoughts in the mindAstray in their wandering tranquil flightWhere those eyes of veracity are blind Sunshine in gold glimmer - on the horizonWith every billow of sea bright and clearTill the night and the moon is almost goneAnd new dances of living again are nearSunup of fresh brightness creating the wayMaking beautiful - yet another day! Peter S. Quinn


Daydreaming You and I to make a wishLiving for our daydreamsFeelings somehow to perishEverything what of dream seemsLove songs into nowhere spaceNot to be completely sureEmptiness and full of graceComing here for evermore Again and again to the nightWherever our wishes goSomething from inside so brightWith everything to showYou and I always findingWhat everything there meansOnto the spaces both ridingWith our imaginary scenes Daydreaming you and IFinding the clouds of hopeUp up in the highest skyWhere the everydays elope Love songs without a reasonAcross the days of truthAlways for every seasonIn their eternally youthCome here to give what seemsNothing to hold too closeWith their fantasy deemsSuddenly a puff away it goes Daydreaming on and onAnd feeling the shifting waysSo much of its occasion begunIn to ordinary simple days Peter S. Quinn


Daydreaming (#8 From My Musical, Lyrics...) All in the word, waking up dreams,Stepping tonight into my own;Changing the ways I thought I could,Mystify days in darkish of wood.Flying like kite rushing the world,Daydreams it seems Icarus flight;Stepping tonight on to the stars,Flying away never like before.Colour the days open new door,It is like this, daydreaming on;Caching a wish before it is gone,All in the sky with castles in air.Flying so high but still being here,Mystify thoughts all on my own;Then I'm caught by the ringing phone,All in a world daydreams it seems.Icarus flight steeping tonight,On to the stars, yes on to the stars;Further away than I imagined it to be,With imagination I'll play, to see what I see. (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


Daydreaming Is Often Bad Daydreaming is often badGetting you nowhere at timeLiving with once that you hadWhen it was early and prime With every move and sensationGiving you much to thinkLove in its much tarnationInto each catch like a blink Riding on clouds to the farInto the beguiled of their darkKnowing sometimes what you areBefore on journeys you embarkWhen there's time just to knowWhat it is that you give me?In every up and air blowWhen we on dreams ride free And if we are lost by a heartIn darker moments than someKnowing when again then to startTo bring back where good is from When we dream much of itIt isn't going to hurt us so muchWe shall have time then to quitBefore it ever becomes to be such (Today I’ve been reading some lyrics by Lorenz Hart, from ‘The Complete Lyricsof Lorenz Hart’; Hart wrote about 500-600 lyrics and was called the Poet ofBroadway.) Peter S. Quinn


Daydreams Daydreams blossomWherever you goSummer days awesomeIn their shaded glowTake me to the skyFly me to the timelessReaching up and highAlways new and fresh Only you and IDreams of days freeThrough times magic skyFor love's eternityDaydreams flourishIn our heart songMake a dream your wishIn everything you long. Take me to the heartOf a summer nightNever again departWith its magic flightDaydreams of loveThrilling in its youthEvery day it's full ofStages of its truth Peter S. Quinn


Daydreams Blossoms There is a sun that meets the nightIn each freshly made coming dayWhen fresh thoughts go to flightTurning upside and coming awayShades of ways to get burnedFilling spaces gone to be foundPlaces of lay how they turnedComing again round and around Daydreams blossoms in your heartEvery true sunflower growing highNever let love from dreams departLet it grow on and reach the sky Something to fill each worldly turnPassing time from you each byHow you'll find what you’ll earnIf you look for the reasons whyLet them come and be your friendTrust their shades that carry onEverything is in twofold blendTo be here before it’s too gone Daydreams blossoms in your heartEvery true sunflower growing highNever let love from dreams departLet it grow on and reach your sky Let’s make a living build a fireRise the past from fields of earthLove is like and open desireEvery corner of its own worthRaise your flame before you sleepShowing a new day every respectAll is then yours there to keepAnd never again to be in neglect Daydreams blossoms in your heartEvery true sunflower growing high …


***(This is a rewrite of my poem: There Is a Sun... here at ) Peter S. Quinn


Days - Haiku - Rhyme Sunshine coming daysFrom under the moody grays- Nature's turning ways Peter S. Quinn


Days And Days Go By Days and days go byWith the hour so lonely,Dark and gray is the skyAnd daydreams cyclically;We have to give and tryWhat it's worth in effort,Before we say goodbyeFore all is to be revert. Just like a summer goneThat shun for a while,Times and times are a bonGiven or taken in life's aisle;What does that then sayIn meanings or otherwise,Maybe just words in playWith an end fully surprise. Years and years to twistBefore they run to end,Moments we have missedJovial and sorrow in blend;The task is to have peaceIn each of your doing then,A dream one uniquely seesOr over and over again. Peter S. Quinn


Days Are Becoming So Lonely The days are becoming so lonelyFor everything is drifting and goingMeeting with cracked up ache of its onlyFrom every within thought that's flowingThough some are still far in their lonesome stayLongings like weekdays there forever madeAs they come into their splintering playUntil they break away and again all fade I hear the cold in its breezing dry callIn to my window of comfort and warmsThe feelings that are driven to the fallWith something beautiful that's lost in blazeWhen lives austere indifferently transformsInto oblivion darkness - its many ways Peter S. Quinn


Days Are Going Nowhere Days are going nowhere,Immortal at last;Stillness is here and there,Memories of past.Years like unknown streets,All going to by and by;Remembered bittersweets,Only a faraway cry. The simmering fragile wind,Crumpling nothingness;Blandly from future rescind,The fruits and flowerless.Receptive to breath and sleep,All is in steep descend;The shining things into the deep,Till its very own end. Days that mask in dark faces,Flowers with mouth of new;Shadows passing moods abases,And hiding realities construe.Days are going nowhere,Immortal at last;Is there anybody aware,The hour has glassed. Peter S. Quinn


Days Are Going While You Live Every day is like a new morningOf the waves ocean songWhere your heart will be turningAnd your reasons all longNothing sweet will ever stayForever the times are turning onLike the light in dawn's playMoment’s dreams are all gone Fool yourself with few dreamsFor you think it's up to youBut the hour forward streamsInto the gone lonesome blueFeelings are just to departWith no reasons to be realYou may know with your heartHow it is that you might feel Days are going while you liveAnything might turn up thereWays and thoughts that you giveTaking some and others shareYou thought someday you'd be foundWith the footsteps you walkedBut too much is here all aroundNo one ever of you talked Peter S. Quinn


Days Are Sometimes Dreams Days are sometimes dreams going awayFilling their moments with the lost time goneLike chaliced flowers that still grow here onTo give of beauty for every dayBuds of its summer in the sunshine highRising from the dawn to the hours that giveAnd we in instances always to liveTill existence open ways to eve die Everything coming living its partFrom beginning as every root growsThose from within a feeling of our heartAnd on to the moments flourish and glowsTo primes of fields of existence earthWith each its dreams deepness and its true worth Peter S. Quinn


Days Before Christmas Days are now so grayIn the month of DecemberNot much contrasting wayOf its yellow dark emberWhere songs are singingIn the silhouette shadeAnd in Christmases bringingWith colorful lights made Look at all the pitch-darkIn its flowing distillSomber lightness to sparkBefore day climbs the hillHappy moments are comingWith their choruses lineAll the favorite strummingTo make those days shine In sweetness of starlightThe candles are burningTo brighten up the nightFor moments we are yearningWe together come and singTo open up our pleasuresAnd happy moments in bringAll its days and treasures Peter S. Quinn


Day's Fever Oh fever of dayCome here to my heartAnd make it cryTo the night The sorrowIs always walkingAmong shadowed treesAnd death Embrace the flowersThose are falling Peter S. Quinn


Days Found And Lost (From Coradoba) Days found and lostInto the bursting lifeMoment’s waves passingDark or light ways Something to be lostFrom multiplying reasonsOver to there from hereCircling through and on Yesterdays coming lostWith its turning impressionEverything inside to blearLucking the keys unknown Sun and the moon showingFrom the clouds afarDiluting moments throughNever restoring again High and low occasionsWaves to doubtful shoresDreams some oceans awayTangles in lives highways Some paths barely seenWith threads of the passingStained glass multiplied tinctureEncircling new forms Peter S. Quinn


Days Growing Longer Tongues of the forest will soon awakeWith the days growing longer to new springAnd the hours of the sunrise again singWhen winter's ice is released from the lakeSoon rays will explode to bright appearanceGiving silences a voice through the nightAnd darkness will be blue diamonds of lightIn optimistic moods and in clearance Each tide comes again with new seasonEvery hour shall become again freshRising to the living toward completeAnd the old ways to fall on its reasonWith all the yesterdays they did enmeshIn everything previous they did meet Peter S. Quinn


Days In Graying Shadows Days in graying shadowsComing through dawn’s ray In many footsteps glowsEach one making up a day Different ways of busy livesSecret place old ages With their burning on drivesGoing through their pages With the dark and few songsThey come here in mystery In a timelessness to longEach with special armory Falling grace shadows deepFlowing through the hours Nothing in remains to keepAs their minutes towers Stillborn in a midnight choirEvery falling step to come Morning glow in new desireWhere the light is from Coming here to give and burnFor their longings while Till the day to night will turnIn their dreams and guile Peter S. Quinn


Days In Red Days days days in redIn days days days aheadThe sun is in autumn lightAnd moon of glowing darkSky deep and highDays days days in red Flowing on hours in nightWhere love lost its flightOnce those were alrightNow they no more spark Days days days in redIn days days days aheadThe sun is in autumn lightIs there a horizon of igniteWhere hours go on byDays days days in red Flowing memories at sightNo feeling seems now rightBut love's still insideCome come babe now close abide Days days days in redIn days days days aheadThe sun is in autumn lightIs there a horizon of igniteWhere hours go on byDays days days in red Peter S. Quinn


Days In Their Going Dreams to evening inSunset onward glowingIn its enduring spin Love in gentle whileSummer is calling outIn its growing swart styleAnd the spackling’s about Night lullabiesFlow infinity onRed obscurity skiesAfter evening sun Eve in its peaceMemories of flowersBlue moon in high to pleaseIn darkness sleepy hours All is for dreamGiving of and wakingNot at all what it seemIn shadows dance making Night lullabiesHere to come and then goLike a bonfire that diesIn its flickering glow Peter S. Quinn


Days Of Tomorrow Days of tomorrowAre into their blissPeace you can't borrowOnly its truthful kissLove is nothing or allFor everything that's freeMake your love a callAnd it shall come and be Like flowers on the roadThere is no in betweenTo carry your loadOf what you have seenIt's just always to be trueIn all your doing waysBe just simply youIn all your coming days Days of hope and loveShall come to realityLike drift clouds aboveIf you truly meant it to beLove is nothing or allJust give its life a chanceSumer becomes FallWithout its romance Peter S. Quinn


Dear - Love From Faraway! Dear - love from faraway!Into the sea of the deepWhere darkness meets the dayAnd souls of yester keepWhere all the flowing goTo rest and become dimAnd none the flowers glowIn the colors of whimsy whim Where hearts will stand stillIn pounding never moreNo dreams there to fulfillOn the dark keepers shoreAnd all your sayings dieLike drops on ocean’s floorThere is none bright skyOnly mysterious unbolt door I have been there onceA high priest in the springI collapsed into its tranceDistant dimensional stone ringWhere shrivel bud is foundWhere times will become nilInto destiny forever boundTo forces of good and ill *Drudes Peter S. Quinn


Death Be Death To Some Death be death to someBut life to those that prospectFor night is surly to comeAs thoughts to ways intellect Though the stars are far awayThey sometimes are quite nearAnd in the musing’s playThey’re fantasies everywhere Peter S. Quinn


Death Poison Cup (From, Poet On Www) How strange is the dim?With its flowing and glowing;The entire whimsical whim,Form each moments going.I am down and I am up,With the darkness inside;And the death poison cup,Those from corner all hide. What is wrong with me now?Who can understand my song?Show me mercy somehow,So I can get along.Through the night and the day,In the twilight's around;Every dark that comes my way,And inside everywhere is found. Take my ways as they are,‘Cause I can’t change a thing;I'm at peace and at war,When I whisper and sing.Roller casting my own life,With my thoughts I say and do;Cutting inside like a knife,Never seeing clear or through. Peter S. Quinn


Deep Deep to deep of oceanGoing away and returningThe world is full of emotionForever in hearts burningEach day a lustful hourGiving its burning flameMorning of spring flowerAll in a set of a name Dreams that are never endingLike clouds in the skyTo the future blendingUntil there is time to flyAll in its future boundaryWhere everything is far and deepFor you and for meNone of it we could ever keep Deep of the deep afarFloating in its own realityJust like a burned out starThat we through a telescope seeNothing is in its fireOnly the yesterdays goneEndlessly in ocean space tireTo carry its form on Deep of the deep afarFloating in its own realityJust like a burned out starThat we through a telescope seeDreams of the ever goingStreams in the dimmest seaStar shine on glowingIt seems so endlessly Peter S. Quinn


Deep Blue Dreams Deep blue dreamsOn the sunny glowingWater flowing streamsin infinity goingTheir dark and deepMoods of ready roundMemories to keepWhen on earth it's found Dreams to reliveIn the hours longWith dark days striveAt times winter songWhen summer's at sleepDeep in the groundMemories we keepFrom blue dreams downed Every day's callingWith its harmonyAs hour's ticks is fallingTo its Never BeMelodies of thingsClear in nature's playEternally on singsTill the end of day Peter S. Quinn


Deep Blue Ways Deep blue waysall is in its song,sunshine through the daysfor each heart to long. Yesterdays are goneinto oblivion grays,now we must go onbring out our new ways. Deep blue wayshere is the new,no more darkish graysonly me and you. Love that goes aroundfinding dreams on wings,life of fresh there foundin our hearts now sings. Deep blue waysamong the flowers shade,many summer daysentirely freshly made. All the days of funin the summer young,among flowers in sunand hearts that long. Peter S. Quinn


Deep Sky The time is moving byLike spurs of sliver threadsOpening its deep skyWith many gleaming beadsThe lots of Incidental StarsIn light oceans farawayTime's yesteryears scarsBefore coming of the day Hold on to what you knowFor nothing is for certainThis stage is just a showTo draw up a later curtainWe see the same afternoonBefore it leaves here onThe dark site of the moonNever into sight then drawn What slips between the two?The sense and knowledge giveAre we seeing clearly through?Or can't we that great reliveWhat’s outside there invisible?From the exposed human eyeInto too many realities divisibleAnd each one to each - apply Peter S. Quinn


Deep Sky - Deep Deep Deep sky - deep deep!What lies out there?On earth I'll stay and sleep,But to the sky I'll stare. Some erudition to gainFrom the swirling galaxy,Perhaps I look in vainKnowing not what to see? The seeds of the yearsThat man has thought,Going here and there'sWhat is after sought. Searching not throughFor life is full of growth,Eternal springing youth:Peace embellishing oath. Ways are unpredictable -Always new within new!Some space dark and dullWith twinkling stars so few! Peter S. Quinn


Deeps Of Time Morning of new light where everything's fromThe whole greenness of the infinite leafIn its innumerable hours and lived briefEvery struggle and conquering way of someDeeps of time to the awaken newlyEach distance of the exultation runThe twilights of metallurgic torrents sunDesolated shades and shores unduly Glaciers that encircle the unmovable landWhere the abandoned fathomed had once livedThreshed fields of the endowment solitudeEach mineral root to grow and understandThat through harvest time had given and thrivedWith its refinements threading and crude Peter S. Quinn


Delights Of Love There's a handful of earth in your hands waysWith its meadows so vast of its love tooAnd the ways that you are in molding claysEverything multiplying to renewExtinguished thoughts brought from its truthful rootsUniverse of inside what you still areMornings of coming long living pursuitsTimes giving heart throbs of each quasar You - my only in differences playLover of giving through a cloudy rainSearch within - deeply with its long wavesDelights of love plays in to the moon raysEvery your inch my feelings shall gainWhen alone my heart your body craves Peter S. Quinn


Desires DesiresCircle the watchful bright eyesWith smiles Their precious wayWhispering through MamaI love you Peter S. Quinn


Despondent Feelings Despondent feelingsEverywhere to goA heart and its double-dealingBeating to and froThe rainbows are goneInto the dimOnly desperation spawnWith realities grim Mind over matterComing down inside lowRattling thoughts clatterSeeds of inopportune sowRainy cloudy textureInto my being trimWith adversity conjectureAround reflection swim Take away this momentMy heart is in doubtEach pleasure bestowmentFrom perceptions spaced-out Peter S. Quinn


Deviance I thought of my voyagesAt times end goingThrough infinity stagesOf the waves flowingOn to no returning pointThat together will bindWith a joint to a jointThat was left behind Stages of dark outsideWhere end of reality goesAnd shadows unknown hideIn their starry glowsAnd you are but a fantasyOf something very smallLike to be or not to beA thought into the carryall We go on to existenceSomewhere we don't knowGiven to every devianceThat seems to come and goFrom here around in a normThat we invented to be trueFrom our own brainstormThat you thought about too Peter S. Quinn


Did You Ever Love Me Did you ever love meLike day loves a dreamWhere wings are born freeAnd reality only seems Did you ever think aheadOn to the hours goingTo words that were saidIn love and truth showing Did you ever love me A love has meet silenceAnd felt its time throughIts footstep like a danceBut thinking still of you My heart's leaves fallingLike autumn trees redWhen winter's again callingIn chilliness icy bed There's no love in distanceOnly a thought that goesLike summer's last chanceBefore the coldness blows My heart's leaves fallingLike autumn trees redWhen winter's again callingIn chilliness icy bed Did you ever love meLike day loves a dreamWhere wings are born freeAnd reality only seems Did you ever think aheadOn to the hours going


To words that were saidIn love and truth showing Did you ever love me Peter S. Quinn


Dig The Dogs (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead SheetsWith Poems) Dig the dogsThat bark and bite,Dysfunctional clogsThat give a blight;Lightening and thunderNo law and order,Everything asunderAnd over the border. Dig the dustDown under you feet,Where it is lostOn the bystreet;Once what you hadNothing is to last,Much is like nomadWith talky bombast. Dig the dogsSo much is worthless,Sinking into bogsFor its tiredness;Feel not ashamedTo give it no ease,It needs to be tamedThat gives you a wheeze. Peter S. Quinn


Dilemmas Just Drifting Around The night comes so easily nowWith all its vanishing waysRusting colors get lose somehowAs day to the somber dark playsAmbition is losing its goalsDilemmas just drifting aroundOur hope lies into the polesNothing for now to be found You say that sleeping isn't easyDaydreams rewinding its pastCold winds from north breezyAll our remembering out castDealing with feelings strongerNow as our goals are inside dimNothing of worth applies longerAs we go through this dry skim Pick up your heart's steady beatWhiles will come and they’ll goSome of their bearings are sweetOthers will ice too soon in snowThe night is so dark and straightFlowing and rewinding its deepSome of our dreams are too lateOthers we’ll still want to keep Peter S. Quinn


Dim Dark Night Is Gone Today Dim dark night is gone todayCasting its lonely instancePlayful harp are now to playInto the moment's tranceWhat has been won't be backWith its bleaching shadesWhat it stood for and lackHas now been re-over made Yesterday the cold came inWith darkness to unfoldGiving blasting storm spinWith nothing of light to holdShadows dancing up and downFilling the night with anguishHope in shallow sound drownLight becomes much languish Everything is gone for nowWith those darkness moodsGiving back its lushness browFrom the gone away intrudesSilence is this morning newThrough the routs of comingWe shall see the ways throughAnd the new seeds in blooming Peter S. Quinn


Dim Songs (From,134 Picture Poems) dim songsdarkening cloudswind shadesswirls the sight moon sailsin nightaging memorieslost days in twilight Peter S. Quinn


Distances – Hello! Every dream should be a dream coming throughTo get to know when it hailstones outsideIn the rough icily winter abideA heart to know so icicled cold and blue Get to make out between us and our spacesHow they lie in the burn from a shadowThat is dancing on a wall in its glowWhen our heartbeat of love chrysalises You are time to touch like a dark flowerOn a frosty window in the nightfallI've been trying to reach you for an hourBut you never answered back my lost call Now the times of our distances are goingWithout finding out what love is showing Peter S. Quinn


Distortion Life's look of distortion is never simpleNaked it comes in its lines and faceMinimal transparent in anyplaceThrough every its emotion and path wimpleThe daughters of sea and the sons of airBoth woven in subterranean of oneCurves to another like subtle waves thereRound the colored surfaces smoothly done His mouth with rosy lips for loving moreHer eyes of unreachable dreams and longingTo make beyond life's reality to exploreHis tongue of pure love never in wrongingTogether they drift in fantasy and heartWhen the painter's brush makes them its art Peter S. Quinn


Do Certainty Of My Good Turn Do certainty of my good turnDon’t be afraid of the darkToday is for ever to yearnLiving still or give its spark Primacy nothing in prayingAll is to wear inside ragsGowns today's aren't stayingI ask for fairness not gags Peter S. Quinn


Do Not Pull The Trigger Do not pull the trigger‘Cause I might be much biggerThan the creation of your thoughtThat from this gun is brought My life may be in vainBecause of its struggles and painBut give me another opportunityOf what you thought of me My heart is pulling up hillIn finding the colors to fillTo bring breath its deathAnd I again down to earth Peter S. Quinn


Do Not Struggle Go With Ease Do not struggle go with easeTake it to some distanceMake it a curving form to pleaseWith every word's space existenceDark is single to a nightFeeling sometimes very smallMake it come in close and brightDissolved ways of the tall Never let the sun dieThat radiance through your wordInstead let them into flight highLike those feathered flying birdsMoments may give steepness onStruggle then and climb againSoon all their dying will be goneWith their blocks of deep and glen Be sincere in large distinctAnd you will just come on throughEverything here seems linkedThe rest is all up then to youMake your ways in the plural tideWith every drowning and girthLet other inspirations be your guideAnd you have something of worth *E. E. Cummings once wrote: ‘Do not struggle go with ease’… Peter S. Quinn


Do Sing Of Love Oh love is a joy you could singTo give it the worth of your heartAnd sadness away from it bringIf you could it then again restart But sing about sadness there tooOf all those that love have shoneOr you would be singing untrueAnd never a phrase from its tone Peter S. Quinn


Do You Believe In True Love (From, Myspace) Do you believe in true love and its spells?The magical wands of a passionate feelThis in the heart and the ways foretellsIf it is of fires - in burnings realThe love songs of night with wings strongly grownTo fly into feelings that we shall giveEach hour with touches that are not here shownWhen we through its instant joy of love live Wishing wells that are surrounded by the deepNever have given as much as all thisWhen love of new desire reaches its highAll ours to live and forever to keepLike twinkling of dawn in tomorrow's blissHooked on futures that never die Peter S. Quinn


Do You Remember Do you rememberThe days that were oursBefore it's SeptemberIn autumn flowersDo you still careAbout my pounding heartWhen summer was hereWith colors in start All is a life playingOnto days now goneWheels of time not stayingThey just go on and onYesterdays in desireWithering flowers fallingThe one you did admireFrom a heart is calling Do you keep in mindEach of the tone playingThat was left behindWhen the gone isn't stayingDo you still careStrings on tone's affectionEchoing from everywhereIn their alone reflection Do you rememberThe days that were oursBefore its SeptemberIn autumn flowersDo you still careAbout my pounding heartWhen summer was hereWith colors in their start Peter S. Quinn


Do You Remember – Autumn Leaves Falling Do you remember when love was in youth?Every day so fresh without shadowsOnly today and tomorrow - in glowsShowing innocence and colors of truthEverything was quite invincible in loveTouching the hidden stars inside to freeEverything just - a part of you and meMaking friends that never were enough of How did we sleep away - and how did we growWhy has the lit on the lambs now gone old?And why is my heart this time recallingSomething I once thought never would goThe juvenile flower I always could holdI never thought of autumn leaves falling Peter S. Quinn


Don’t Bring Yourself Down Don't bring yourself downInto a nowhere situationOur time is now in the townWith thoughts and creationSomewhere we need to findThe roads ahead to futuresWith an even settled mindOf each complicated sutures Things we should have doneWith its time to satisfyMoments here are fast spunThe recent past to clarifySteady on we move acrossTo the front of everythingSome intention is of lossSatisfied in its own swing Don't bring it to its groundWhat you have to giveFor it's nowhere else foundWhat only you can liveSo rightfully or erroneouslyVent opportunities its tryIt might be inharmoniouslyYour limits are the sky Peter S. Quinn


Don’t Dress Up For The Occasion Don’t dress up for the occasionIt’s only you and meAnd a lyric without explanationWith words coming steadily Writing thoughts on a sheetRiming it all into placeNaming the text what it need- Oh, there are so many ways I could go on and ask youWhat should I fix up more?Then you could tell me what to doTo make me feel more assure Expressions warped in textPlayfully the words are fixedI can't explain what comes nextIt’s complicated and mixed Something perhaps about PragueI traveled there longtime agoOr maybe of a stray street dogI came through the years to know Together sometimes we walked the streetAnd blabbered full of nonsenseHe and me and little ‘twiddle tweet’Became all friends by accidents… Peter S. Quinn


Don’t Fence Me In Don’t fence me inI'm your brotherDon’t fence me inI'm your mother I’m your bleeding heartThe earth of the freeWhere spring and summer startFor our eternity Don’t fence me inI'm your neighborDon’t fence me inBring peace not war I’m your footsteps throughThe ebbing waves to shoreWith much need to renewAnd open up freedom’s door Peter S. Quinn


Don’t Forget Your Hands Don't forget your hands or your freedom rootEverything lies tangled in its true waysThe road to the sources of each pursuitSpectrums and aspect on how it all playsFollow around in its reaching richnessFreshness that gets loose like your fingerprintsIn to the forest of exuberanceThat sprinkles like water in wrap up rinse Transparent brood of the mixing of thingsSpreading the rivulet in to brand newEverything holds - though some back takesA tone of new freshness in accord singsBringing its bushel to the texture queueGiving entire paint in what it wakes *- under construction - Peter S. Quinn


Don’t Go Too Far Don’t go too farOn to a nowhere skyJust be a love starWith my hopes highReaching to another heartInside and outsideFeelings of some apartWhere my kite can glide Always be within trustLike new sunshineOr my kite will get lostAcross a distant lineI'll hold on to my ropeAnd never let goIf my kite's within hopeWith the air flow Don’t be a far-off dreamIn diversities aboutCatching a nowhere streamThat gives you a doubtFor everything goes thenFurther then life is forAnd we'll not reach againTo our hope of shore Peter S. Quinn


Don’t Wait Too Long (From, Myspace) Don’t wait too longFor time to comeAs it might be wrongWhere you’re musing’s fromIt could be wellOr still occupyingThe indoors of hellFrom inactivity dying Distance clouds are gatheringTo the lonesome nightFeeling at home with easeIn the gathering of new lightWhen a day will run againWith freshness that shall singAnd new believes to giveThose hours of light shall bringAs every wind is in its blowSo is each dream on the go There is no one wayTo bring close and nearCells of points in grayThat and idea could steerThe blossoms of thoughtHave seeds to growAnd forward are broughtFor occasions to know Distance clouds are gatheringTo the lonesome nightFeeling at home with easeIn the gathering of new lightWhen a day will run againWith freshness that shall singAnd new believes to giveThose hours of light shall bringAs every wind is in its blowSo is each dream on the go


The courses of the loreAre rivulets to runWith the appetites for moreWhere its threads are spunThe state and right doingIs what it needs to findSequences of each queuingThat has its own headlined As every wind is in its blowSo is each dream on the go Peter S. Quinn


Don'T Be Afraid In The Dark Don't be afraid in the dark,For love is here and everywhere;Like all this reflectional spark,That flies through sky and air.Our feelings and our love,Shall touch the ground, renew;Like the silently stars above,With everything nearer and true. Some words are so wise,We need them more than ever;Through night this time flies,To bring us apart and dissever.All what we knew and perceived,Was again to be lead astray;What in our love we believed,That made the purpose and way. This love that is only us two,Like shooting stars to touch;The feelings within that are true,With its love - to love so much.Don't be afraid in the dark,Our love is inside for evermore;Its journey is to embark,With what tomorrow is for sure. Peter S. Quinn


Don'T Go Chasing Shadows Don't go chasing shadowsWhen the night is a lionInto a night that goesWith the last of a lonely ion The night is in my love songThru the dark and mistAll days that touches and longThat yearning have kissedDay by day left behindMorning weary waking eyesTo the light day shall findIn the mist of daybreak skies Don't go chasing shadowsWhen the night is a lionInto a night that goesWith the last of a lonely ion All in heart of the deepBlossoms growing in springWhat they felt in their sleepAs they turn around to singTomorrow´s awaking callFeelings torching like lullabiesBeautiful dreams for allMaking love and inner ties Dreams will never come trueIf you keep on going lonelyNever seeing them coming thruJust being inside of you only Don't go chasing shadowsDon't go chasing shadowsWhen the night is a lionInto a night that goesWith the last of a lonely ion


Peter S. Quinn


Don't Leave Me Out In The Cold Don't leave me out in the coldAll keeps coming and goingNew mornings go and get oldSome remembrance glowingJust come on in and convinceThat everything is still fineHappy and sorrow are twinsLike the rain and sunshine If you are my friend than showAll your inside feeling to meFor your troubles come and goTogether we can set them freeDon't leave me out of a heartThat ponder its days awayFor togetherness shall departJust like any ordinary day For nothing's here forever stillIt turns on its time's wheelIf dreams aren't here to fulfillLife loneliness shall them stealNew mornings go and get oldSome remembrance glowingWe have only memories to holdThose that are worth growing Peter S. Quinn


Don'T Wait Too Long (From Album, Like Love Is True) Don't wait too long for loveIt may then never reach youIt drifts like the clouds aboveGoes sometimes in to the blueFeelings are always to have nearThe leaves that may turn to goldTheir summer and autumn are dearMoments in time you can't hold Endings in the fall to reachTumbling down to your heartIn winter moods they may teachWhat came close and apart?Never let time be of wasteThere will be someone to longAlways to each feelings and tasteJust like a melody of any song Don´t wait too long to be trueNothing will ever be thereEverything is always up to youWith every enthusiasm to shareLeaves will return to the brownWhen their moments are goneEvery emotion circles aroundTo take you further on and on Peter S. Quinn


Don'T Walk Away Don't walk away,For the days are full of sorrow;Don't keep them waiting,Future moments of tomorrow.This is our world today,But it won't be forever;Children come and children go,Reaching the future together. So it is and always will be,Everything just comes and goes;Summer songs for you and me,Just for a moment, in green grows.Yellow tulips and roses red,Wither, for tomorrow will be here;Sometime in winter is your garden bed,Lost in its blooming, in need for care. Don't walk away,Though your dreams didn't catch up with you;Don't give up your hope,Maybe later dreams will come true.This is our world today,Maybe you will change its course;Though children will never stay,They'll grow up, and become like us. Peter S. Quinn


Doubt I didn't know you loved meYour song never came throughI didn't hear the melodyYour singing was so untrue I didn't know you cared so muchCause nothing was in your wordsYour care for me's out of touchYour compassion like fall's flying birds I didn't know your heart at allThe beats were so deep insideNothing of love from within to callEvery fervor you inside did hide Times are just waves of memoryFlowing on to the day's shoreLove's like knitting of threads to beAlways for more and more I didn't know at all your touchOr the threads of hours to beLives beats always say so muchTheir music of care is so free I didn't know you loved me at allOr if I had a feeling for youAll of life is summer and fallTouching instances to get through Peter S. Quinn


Doubtful Seed Your songs were like love's colorful lipstickClose to my heart and harder to explainEach of their beat with an exotic clickSome very complex others simple and plainSo completely yours in enduring loveAlways to make out my problem so sweetLike sky in the far of the cloudless aboveAll that my heart in those moments did neat Joy in my life while I wandered the dayThrough all those thoughts that really don't matterCompletely yours in their tone and layDefeating the mindless out there and clatterThe Songs of your tones giving me muchAll about life in their every day touch Peter S. Quinn


Down Down To Deep Down Down To DeepDreams that never wereTo the land of leapIn its night of nowhere Days that were of lightFilling empty woeLost in their own flightLike a lonely glow Gone gone to the nothingOnly in memoriesLonesome ways abductingLost like winter trees Days that gave pleasuresOnce in many waysInto darkness erasuresNow in shades of grays Down Down To DeepDreams that lie now stillOurs no more to keepOr wings over to fulfill Days in winter glowingIn lonely roads aheadThis all is always goingLike sallow leaves bled Peter S. Quinn


Down On Dream Oh my heart is acing forAll the dreams which are so realLike a new feeling for more and moreIt's just how I now feelPeople are going to somewhereWalking apart on their ownThe streets crossing here and thereThe entire world is so alone Some will dream through a windowWaiting for someone to go byManaging their daydreams somehowLooking for sunshine from skyBringing the old memories backWondering why they are still hereFilling the moments they lackWith daydreams from their armchair VerseNowhere have I beenOnly dreams fly inside my headNothing I have yet seenThey're only thoughts I once readOnly dreams fly inside my headOnly thoughts I once readWhere should I be instead? Oh my dreams they wander awayGiving some pleasurable hoursI'll manage somehow through the dayWatering my window flowersHow many people are like this?Looking at the loneliness outsideBringing out a dream or a wishThat long time in the heart did hide Verse


Peter S. Quinn


Draumurinn (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Í kvölder ástin dimmog draumkennd Á vængjum silfurlitumkoma sögurí sagnaformistjörnuljósa Allt er ?ar vafi?smáger?um ?rá?umdraumsinssem kemur of ferí rökkru?umsaumi Dagur ver?ura? nóttuns ljósvaknar a? nyju *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Dream And Dream On Dream and dream onWhile winter is hereSoon the green is goneFrom under everywhereDays are going darkSilver threads and whiteGlow in a morning sparkDays of summer light Dream and dream glowDays are in their nightWinter’s earthy snowIn golden glow of lightDreams are on their highWings of a bluish moonHearts in beating tieNight till there's noon Dreams of feelings closeEverywhere you areWindow’s glow icy roseWishes on a falling starYou and I a dim dreamLove in winter's aroundReality in fantasies seemTill again day is found Peter S. Quinn


Dream Away In The Lights Dream away in the lightsFor hope is still there on,A thought may lose its flightsBut it's never ever gone;All is in the flying high wingsThat are going over or down,Each adhere to the enfoldingsWith the winds of crosstown. Reasons get away are lostNothing more of that to say,For we complete or exhaustEverything we communique;There are thoughts in confusionWith some reliefs to ways out,Each in constant invalidationFor to know what it's about. Dream away don't be clearWith something that's shifting,Going places in uncertain blareLike a cloud in the sky drifting;Going distance with a fantasyKeep the wiev almost through,What you know's what you seeFrom everything you'll preview. Peter S. Quinn


Dream Catcher Dream catcher now you are with meTaking my songs to your heartGiving them flying that is freeSomewhere the new morn will startThe wishes are plentiful insideSomething of past and of futuresThrough every moment must glideLines of the crossing and sutures The hours are longing for moreTo tell of dreams that is passingWhat have these words there in store?When they get numbered in classingOur futures are nowhere in yetWith every aspect of new thoughtsWe haven't still not here meetTied every meaning and knots Dream catcher play with our aspiringSomething is going to nowhereThe flights in their circular gyringThoughts that come and go blareA stranger is still our own prospectWith many knots to be loosenThreads to the emotions reconnectTo every approach that is chosen Peter S. Quinn


Dream Days Dream days here onFilling the moment's airReality is now goneOnly now dreams in hereThru every dimensionAlways for more and newPerceptive comprehensionWhatever we come to do Dream thru the realityNothing is now clearTimes are currently freeThere’s no place or yearOnly a dream in a dreamMoving in our evolutionWe only in mirror seemLike reflecting resolution Dreams of our own deepInside an abysses spaceOnly the instances to keepIn playful of many waysAn apparition that is laidLike desire in some mindAnd we have called it fateThat has our life assigned Peter S. Quinn


Dream Dream Dream dream like falling rainAll is beautiful though searched in vainLove is a pain - love is a feelingSomething of a passion somewhere stealingLove comes and goes like it glowsAll is a dream - a dream that goes Feeling from the darker nightTaking all the blues awayFlying light sweet soft lightThat meets another dayEverything that comes to shineGives a brighter on daySomething that makes you feel fineTaking the shadows away Love is never out of touchIn all its temperaments and playIt’s a mood to feel so muchAnd never the same, always to stayLove comes and goes like it glowsAll is a dream - a dream that goes Sometimes when we are far apartAnd nothing seem comfortably rightIt’s only the inside beating heartThat makes my dreamy on flightAll is a dream - a dream that goesLove song of feelings that inside glows Dream dream like falling rainAll is beautiful though searched in vainLove is a pain - love is a feelingSomething of a passion somewhere stealingLove comes and goes like it glowsAll is a dream - a dream that goes Peter S. Quinn


Dream Dream Away! – To Summer Dream dream away tonightWith each song that feels rightSome bouquets are in your mindAnd other's in reality you'll findKeep them and grow them moreSome of them pictures will loreDaydreaming going to dreamsThe image of uncertainty deems Spin through clutter and rainbowEverything that's shining the dayFill every thought with a wowCome what should and what mayTumbling down to new summerFeeling the warms in its handsFinding the blossoms newcomerEach in its field and marshlands Dream dream away to the brightMorning that comes after nightFilling the air with its perfumeFrom every summer bed's bloom Peter S. Quinn


Dream Dream For Me Today (From New Waves ToThe Shore) Give me your dream right nowI have missed it so muchBecause fallible I am somehowFeelings like stars out of touch No where to run to aloneThe carvel of time have found meWithin I recall fairies flownGiving their trials forever to be Dream dream for me todayLight every flame - its farewellCome here and laden its playIn to its wandering airy spell Show me the way to hillsidesWith bridges to roads not goneMountains in faraway landslidesThose carry the landscapes on Warp every worth their strokeIn to the moments of desireLike ambiance eve to evokeHorizon’s filament like red fire Dream dream for me todayLight every flame - its fuel cellCome here and show the wayWhere there are moods to foretell Come here and laden its playIn to its wandering airy spell Peter S. Quinn


Dream Of Supple Blossoms Dream of supple blossoms,Oh my heart still remembers- the delight with you. Only wishing stars,can show me now the way back- to you lost in time. Oh dear memories,when I listen to music- we are together. On this lonely road,I still hear the voice of summer- oh how I long you. Time does not stand still,life goes and becomes of earthfor spring to blossom. Peter S. Quinn


Dream Waves Dream waves to and froAll of them never the sameOn their easy away goWild and free not to tame Songs of oceans dreamsEndless in their pouring outForever in a deep that seemsNowhere in the world about Keep my heart liberatedOnto the never never landForever easy but complicatedEach passion to understand Of deep emotions withinUnknown paths to chaseForever in their veering spinFor life is put many ways Imaginings of true desireThe perpetuity from insideThat seizes wave's desireOf dreams from eventide Flow of the dark and deepContinuously torrential outNo one's forever to keepIn their view tide´s wash-out Peter S. Quinn


Dream Wishes Dance me to the night and new coming dayOf dreams that are here faraway yearningGiving true beauty of its new summer wayAll what color bright from stars are learningNight becoming a morning of day's born willIn glory and shinning of newborn daybreakWhen hours of the dark and night is here stillBefore the beats of day's hearts are awake Dance like the stars in the dark are fallingWishing for playful reality in its glowWhen heavens of faraway is still callingBefore the dark is away with its show Oh dreams of the dark night, glow and be stillFor wishes of dreams are still to fulfill Peter S. Quinn


Dreamers Dreamers come here to meLove time that goes beyondSomething for each eternityInside those seasons foundFeelings like never beforeGoing from here to thereExisting in its advance coreDrifting round space and air What we found further onOn each occasions likingWith thoughts together drawnEasy going and strikingAnd never is meant for unjustOnly for love in a heartThrough every going thrustTo each cleaving part Dreamers to fill their hopeThrough every walk in lifePrecious of occurrence gropeTo reach about in the rifeSo much in doing and givingWhich they have learnedThat goes here on in livingWhen tides have turned Peter S. Quinn


Dreaminess Cycles (From,134 Picture Poems) dreaminess cyclesmisty and mazytruth and passionwhispers of night ageless falconerof hazy thoughtsand vanquished vision Peter S. Quinn


Dreaming Awhile (From,134 Picture Poems) dreaming awhileand holding onto our found dreams are nebular starsof flying fates Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Dreams are foreverFlowing till they dieBeautiful made and claverEach their knotting tieSome can never flyOnto fields of goldMake out reality tieThat to life will hold Only making to wishesBroken wings of thoughtThat the world dismissesTo forgetfulness broughtSome will reach their highDreams to dream fastOpen up the starry skyAll its glisten vast Dreams are always hereEverywhere aroundGiving their touch to shareWhen they become foundFind your dreams todayIn every field and reachLet them fly and playMuch they offer to teach Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Again Rising The fall and thunders of the daybreak’s newThat comes like tongues in shadowed nightAnd gives new life to morning's fresh dewTo bring back wings in openness and flightWhen light is true to tower in its highGive back lightening of each green leavesWhere before this - the shadows darkish lieWithin silence waters and much grieves Now a heart is like a thunder strikingAgain on flying to with its throbbing goBring to freshly view and each one likingThe coming of sun and stars in its glowFootsteps that were part of the nightly stillAre dreams again rising to live and fulfill Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Are Always Coming True Dreams are always coming trueOne by one they showIt's so much up to youNever let them go Every day is for a whileAll is within their luckDays of happy makes a smileOpportunities on them knock Dreams are always floating freeThey go from here to thereAll the dreams you can seeAre your dreams from everywhere Nothing is though easy onIt all takes a few daysBut your dreams are those you wonCounting on their blessing ways Dreams are always within reachLike all the years flyingSome will give and others teachIn their whiles of trying You can have them if you tryTo make them in your playsDreams like rainbows in the skyColors are their many ways Dreams are always coming trueOne by one they showIt's so much up to youNever let them go Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Are Here To Follow Dreams are here to follow one and one they goPassing away in their spinning on songBrought on through to the days from that you longDrifting in the haze as they there shine their glowLike spinning wheels caught never again freeOffering their times and summoning upSign for to see and some to have and beLike particles of life in times drying cup Heart of every heart striking in its marchThundercloud in going adding up the partsBowman with his bow striking with some archTo the mark of feelings with his flying dartsDreams in their not staying lights that gets fresh inSome crack of everything in coming spin Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Are Now Awaken Now the evening is hereIn darkish moods everywhereFlowing thru glowing flightOn the wings of dimly nightOver you and me in dreamsWith light in glowing beamsDelivering thru the dark wayEvery mood in its deep play Dreams are now awakenOn to the dark dark deepEvery step of light takenFor our love to keepThe night is in its glowingForever for time to beUntil all dark is goingFor new light again to see Now the hour's dancing thruBringing tones forever trueIn the waves of twilight hourMoments like a passionflowerUnknown yearning in the wavesTheir songs in spinning cravesKeep on turning the instancesIn their harmonically trances Whenever I need youWithin every nearness touchYou come clearly thruWith the same of loving muchThose dreams that are of nightStanding in imaginings stayOn their way and flightIn the meeting of anew day Tomorrow comes now singingIn glow and fresh new beginningEvery hour from deep and dark


With the morning coming sparkGlowing over to a rising dayWith their turning and clean waySpinning wheels of fire highRising with the newborn sky Dreams are now tryingTo find every flight and goNever to echoes dyingIn their sleepy on glowLove will never stand stillAll shall be shining onEvery heartbeat to fulfillUntil the darkness is gone Dreams are now awakenOn to the dark dark deepEvery step of light takenFor our love to keepThe night is in its glowingForever for time to beUntil all dark is goingFor new light again to see Dreams are now awaken! Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Are Passing Here I'm lonely insideTrying to find my way outAs I thru a moment glideFinding what life's about Looking around behindTo everything in its goingSome alleys are blindWithout me still knowing Dreams are passing some went wrongStepping to sideways alongI need my love to liveMoments to future give As a heart goes on its missFutures are falling apartNoting it seems in reality isOnly a beat from the heart Finding no way out of hereIn its ever on flowingCircling in own atmosphereFire sparks on stowing Dreams are passing some went wrongStepping to sideways alongI need my love to liveMoments to future give Dreams are around to followBringing you in some luckOtherwise this world is so hollowAnd we in it forever stuck Finding no way out of hereIn its ever on flowingTimes of more chaos is nearEvery our accomplish slowing


Give a moment a new tryTo reach its true goalSome are low some are highInside their own roleDreams are passing some went wrongStepping to sideways alongI need my love to liveMoments to future give Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Are To Come And Go Dreams are to come and goFrom the hours in eveningWhisper of thoughts or a glowThat into a heart will singLongings of touch to and froAll of living and your careLike wind in the wintry blowWhen you hold someone near All I am saying is just thisLongings are never to dieWhen the air is so full of blissFrom the deep twilight skyAnd when your heart’s in loveFilled with imaginationInside tender feelings ofFrom worries or complications When love is in starry raysFrom faraway glistening lightAnd torch of the moment playsAround that is fair and rightAs lovers hold hand in handGiving each more than takingThose dream you’ll understandAs futures the days are making Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Are Within Each Dream Dreams are within each dream,When there are no roads back;And the past only a distant seem,Something not so cul-de-sac. I have a wish just like a hope,Every new memory gives it to me;Then turns on like a kaleidoscope,I just suppose it wants to be free. Dreams are within each dream,Nothing to hold them - that's for sureForward and a backward stream,And we always want some more. Can't give or take away a thought,It's just stuck there somewhere;Is it only a miss matched distraught?Going from a dream to nowhere. Dreams are within each dream,Though the days are all of reality;Lost ones some you can't redeem,They become lost inside of me. Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Filled With Gold (From Minutes Of FallingDays) Dreams filled with gold and silver threads of shadeInto the dismantled rivers that on twineEach on their assent complexity madeTo turn on red connective of sunshineJewels of gods with its glisten starlightDivided up in ignites wheels of flameEach mood that comes from under the brightAnd never in fervor stays all the same Places of fable surrounded by its highlandsLike cloud drift to faraway horizonTill they are never again with eyes seenSomething from a hidden shore and strandsDifferent dimensions harmonizin'Nowhere before tangible nature has been Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Going By And By Dreams are going by and byOne by one they disappearLike the clouds in open skyWhen breeze in wind them steerRhymes tint onward pleasuresIs their drill and true glowHours waking in their treasuresBefore morning comes to go Every word that quills inWith its dream in dip of artIn their glow and dawn spinThat came straight from heartFilling moment’s quivery quickEvery day and lightless deepFire of the inspiring wickTo the mind and spirit to keep Dreams of flowing with the dayIn the moments of true wakingEach feeling that came its wayWithin gush of loves makingStrung on tempered touched stringOf the emotions that rises onIn with that excitement bringAs flames are burnt and gone Peter S. Quinn


Dreams In A Dream Love is a dream to startAnything living to shareThat begins in your heartWhen love's close and near Dreams in a dream on goingGiving its way and its feelInside your own knowingWhat is of a dream and real? Heart with a beat on playingLove is its echo and trustIn a world of nothing stayingTimes on their way to dust Moonlight in glow on shiningSunlight in a dawn to riseThreads of their silver liningLove in its flight and surprise Feeling your heart and kissesAll for a moments in nightLost in adventures and wishesWhen love´s true in its flight Dreams in a dream on goingGiving its way and its feelInside your own knowingWhat is of a dream and real? Then comes the glow of dayShining thru hours of dreamWhen every love beat´s awayAnd reality its customs redeem Peter S. Quinn


Dreams In Faraway Dreams in farawayNever go on to stayThey are like misty cloudsItinerant among crowds Never to find a wayMaking each day to dayFlowing and goingDrifting in time's glowing You and I like to beLovers forever in freeDreamers among the mistInto a dream they've kissed Flowers of open heartSpring in its morning startTumbling down to ageGrowing from every tree Flowing in drifting seaAll in weightless libertyDreams in the sight of allAs times horizon's fall You and I earth in clayMorning of newborn MayDust of the roads aheadBouquets in its growing bed Peter S. Quinn


Dreams In Rough Cold Night leaves the stars in a morning skyFrom the dark the earth is now awakenAnd every twine attached there takenWith answers to come in tomorrow's whyFields of the breaking are rising there slowAsking for silence in closeness caressWhen the eyes of darkness becomes lessIn solemn winter daybreak's flowing flow Look through the views of a prospecting dawnNothing comes easy that's here to beDreams in rough cold flying all there and fallingLight shall rise slowly from the murky gownFilling vision with new colors to seeWhen days of freshness from spring are calling Peter S. Quinn


Dreams In Thoughts Playing Here I am now stayingFinding ways to playDreams in thoughts playingAll my opinions of grayDown the brimming oceansFalling footsteps onDreams of loves emotionsThat I've never before doneRising sky of day's clearIn all the days gone byFaraway pictures some nearLike cloudlets in the sky Tame the river jumping onIn each its billow fallUntil pictures are goneFrom their dreamy callSquawking sounds of forestIn their call's awakingEvery beat that was in restAnd now life fresh makingDay to day that´s givingFalling rivers flowingClocks ticking are livingEndless in their going Sweetest ways of years runIn ages that don't holdAll chime for tears and funThose times now unfoldWhirring sounds City StreetRoads to pavements brokenEvery hour eyes now meetWith no language spokenFirst love and last of lostDeceiving conquered blissAllaying passion double-crossedAt times with a fancy kiss


Cupboard of a mirror lookingThe face of your distressInside feeling hookingSome emotions and a caressA plunge of hands growing oldWishing for its youth backSomething that no times holdAnd the years shall lackSilky smooth and lily whiteHair and wrinkling facesSeen the days of freshly lightIn all its conduct and graces Each our day´s appalling glowsIn its worries and dancesWhile our times comes and goesIn all its threading chancesKnocks of fortune to deceiveIn its interpreting of agesNothing of guaranty to receiveFrom its works and wagesAnother lane to nowhere landAs tomorrow is awakingUnknown ways to understandAs its expectations is making Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Like Feelings Dreams come so easilyWith nothing more to sayLike the wind breezilyGone another dayFeelings are like thisCatch the wind’s desireEternally in a blissInside burning fire Going on for a whileThen suddenly burn outWalk an inside mileWandering there aboutFinding moods highFrom each contact’s eyeLike a morning skySuddenly to die Faraway or quite deepCalm on blossom leavesOnly for a day to keepIn its turning heavesFlowers with love seedGrowth of feelings foundSomewhere there to readGoing then still around Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Should Always Come True (From, TheComplete Collected Poems Of Strains) Dreams should always come true in softly goLike fresh summer after aspiring springWith a voice from the inside that to eyes singWhen new love it has found in its truly glowLike a walk of life that is going here throughFinding its inspirations in sweetly tasteAnd never for a moment in wooing wasteBut always coming to live and renew Like leaves of green each life is givingFrom moments that are living sweetly onWith dreams and hope that always are livingIn loveliness seeking and beauty's drawnReverie to be here with you for alwaysLike rainbows after rainfall in gray days Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Sometimes Treat You Well Dreams sometimes treat you wellIn their giving and wakingPut your efforts into their spellIn your search and their making Time is never standing though stillTo give their dreams a goYou have the opportunity to fulfillWhat you in your search will know Dreams are like clouds in the skyDrifting in their comingWe never know the reasons whySome of them are blossoming Sometimes it’s all in our givingFrom what we have gotten insideAnd we thru this all are livingThe roads of the many and wide Dreams sometimes find us aloneIn every corner of lifeWithin their existence and toneThat we thought up to strife Love is so easy when it’s showingSo much there in their feelAnd everything worth its time goingSo it all becomes quite real Peter S. Quinn


Dreams That Come And Go Dreams that come and goAll so easy playingFeelings that I knowOnly for a moment stayingDrifting by and byAll my heart and feelingMoments low and highAway my days are stealing In what we say and doOr what we think is rightMy heart is whishing in newInto the coming's brightLove that has no returnOnly the pleasures givingThat inside your desire burnAnd you in your days are living So much I have in givingDay to a day driftingLife is a way of livingDown tempered or upliftingSomething to make and doTiniest lights from insideSeeing its sun right throughSo bit of its love can abide Dreams that come and goAll so easy playingFeelings that I knowOnly for a moment staying… Peter S. Quinn


Dreams They Come And Go Dreams they come and goSomewhere their lonely wayOut of the customs to showTouch of their alone daysAnything to get alongWith every expect and tryThose start as love to longBefore they say goodbye Yesterdays dreams are farGlowing in heart and thingsJust like a lost love starThat with night wishes singsFeelings so close in warmWith every twinkling shineFalling to fade and charmAnd drawing an end to a line Dreams they come and goJust like awaken daybreakThrough the steps in snowGiving new morning to wakeHope is in its rising songDays gone by left behindLike light that comes strongThrough lost ways realigned Peter S. Quinn


Dreams To Follow Those dreams to followInto the deepTheir pictures of hollowIn dreamers sleep Rivers to the oceansInto deep spaceOur ideas and notionsIn future's turning ways All what's behindStill circling aroundThat's inside the mindAnd yet not there found Playful into the hoursTime going placesSpace galaxies' flowersInfinity's many faces Our dreams to followIn sharing and goingPictures in the hollowStar shines in glowing Our dreams to followDays of new realityPictures in the hollowFutures for you and me Hopes to the livingDays in reality brightDreams to futures givingInto dark and night Lights across the darkLife in future's comeMighty in its sparkIn its seeds and blossom


Those dreams to followInto the deepTheir pictures of hollowIn dreamers sleep Rivers to the oceansInto deep spaceOur ideas and notionsIn future's turning ways Hopes to the livingDays in reality brightDreams to futures givingInto dark and night Lights across the darkLife in future's comeMighty in its sparkIn its seeds and blossom Dreams to followDreams to followDreams to follow… Peter S. Quinn


Dreams To Follow (From, Without A Doubt) There are so many ways that moveAnd give you more to followWisdom words coming throughWhen all reality is hollowIn each darkness going hourWhen an evening is flowing outLike a yellow fire reddish flowerIn the skies near and high aboutDreams to follow dreams to followThrough the darkish night shallow People come and people dreamIn a reality broken daysWhere the colors in grayness seemIn its many ordinary waysChances are that we will seeWhat it is to become free Dreams to follow dreams to followOrdinary wisdoms onDays to dream in so slowTill the answers are won Dreams to follow dreams to followEverything is never doneWhat will we ever know?Simple thoughts in and done Dreams to follow dreams to followOrdinary wisdoms onDays to dream in so slowTill the answers are won People come and people dreamSomething shall becoming soonYellow brownish earthly streamComing months of May and JuneChances are that there shall beSomewhere new summer for everybody


Dreams to follow dreams to followOrdinary wisdoms onDays to dream in so slowTill the answers are won Dreams to follow dreams to followEverything is never doneWhat will we ever know?Simple thoughts in and done Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Within The Dreams Dreams within the dreams of dayCrossing to the morning newMist of times that comes to stayGiving songs of fresh and trueLike the moments in their feelAll the gifts so good and rightLove song of the day that’s realThru the morning and to night Coming sweet and always moreLike a scent of roses redDreams of peace not of warAll that deals with words saidOf deepest effect explodingIn the hours of darkness stillNight of the middle floodingOf their moments to fulfill Dreams with in lives breatheBreaking thru moment’s takeIts wander in verve and deathRushing here during awakeYesterdays that comes to nothingAll the ways those never wereHope that seems but is bluffingIn their wasteland of the bare Peter S. Quinn


Dreams Won’t Return Dreams won’t returnWhen the times are goneOnly we can yearnFor what has been doneThoughts are going evermoreTurning the wheels steadyNothing is here for sureYou better get inside ready Rise your ways higherInto the depth of your skyEveryone has their desireWithin thoughts and tryYou’re the one for your goalDreams are all here aroundCatch and make their rollLost will not again be found Dreams to fulfill in realIt’s every goal of dreamingDo what you need or as you feelWays of tomorrow are streamingThe yesterdays have leftInto to their forgotten ownWith their breeze in the bereftSo many times that has blown Peter S. Quinn


Dreamsong (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) Roads are endlessGoing on and onBringing together the landscapeThat the morning givesTo the edge of timeLike the flowersThat from seeds will comeEndless nights from the eveningTo the twilight of new day I have a walkEvery hourBefore I awake From the starsThat surrounds me in the dimWith the dreams that are to comeLike a road into timeFrom nowhereI am going furtherThen I knew from yesterdayReaching the topTill I fall again So much still out thereNot entirely known I will try every nightTo find this path againTo be more secureAnd fill tomorrow with it Peter S. Quinn


Dreamy Sky Dreamy skyAbove branching treeWere fantasies lieAnd thoughts are freeWhere clouds are flowingDrifting on thruAnd our dreams are goingSomeone else to Dreamy earthAround beds of flowersIn tide’s new birthBetween rainy showersWhen winter is goneSummer is beginningAs the breeze carries onEndlessly singing Dreamy glowIn the curving riverWere once was snowNow water shall deliverOn and on to allFresh and giving streamAs the birds callAnd continue to dream Peter S. Quinn


Dreamy Way Love Love is the dreamy wayConquering heart to a cloudSun rising meeting the dayLoneliness among the crowd Every day in its own surprisingFlames of an underlying desireWhen day is in its uprisingAs dawn comes in with its fire You and I in our ordinary playInspiring the tones of destinyAll that is here in its own stayComing and always will be free Manifold blossoms of brightDestiny beats of moment’s flowThe stars they’re twinkling in nightIts entire bright majestically glow Feelings touching on endless seaRivers of time still on playingYou and our love for eternityWhen nothing else is here staying Feelings of the good quality insideSomething to find and to growThrough every reminiscences glideFast on its approach and slow Peter S. Quinn


Drift Glow Drift glowDrift glowAs white as snowInto the opennessOf bright sky heaven fresh Mighty in its blueInto going and renewDrift glowWhite as snow I hear the birds singingOutside - in a treeWonderful tones bringingUp and down the scale freeLove songs for their nestAnd hope to come and seeWhen with young it's blessedAnd cared for compassionately Drift glowDrift glowAs white as snowInto the opennessOf space and clear enmesh Something to come here throughWhen tomorrow is up to doDrift glowWhite as snow In with its many days singing Peter S. Quinn


Drift Glow (From, Myspace) Drift glowDrift glowAs white as snowInto the opennessOf bright sky heaven fresh Mighty in its blueInto going and renewDrift glowWhite as snow I hear the birds singingOutside - in a treeWonderful tones bringingUp and down the scale freeLove songs for their nestAnd hope to come and seeWhen with young it's blessedAnd cared for compassionately Drift glowDrift glowAs white as snowInto the opennessOf space and clear enmesh Something to come here throughWhen tomorrow is up to doDrift glowWhite as snow In with its many days singing Peter S. Quinn


Drift With Me - Sonnet See the light in the day that is all goingFalling through every cloud in the skyEvery wishful thinking there on glowingWith the ways that the evening will die You are my love of dreams in the risingFinding ways to the shore of my true heartNowhere else are those dreams in devisingWith the beat that from inside there shall start So much somewhere to be still here aloneWhen the waiting is over like breeze in airMy way is my feeling in the rightful toneOf each and all that's worth of having you here Close your eyes and let your thoughts drift with meIn our flights above the clouds peacefully Peter S. Quinn


Drifting (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) Here come hours driftingWith their moods awayFinding and upliftingMaking some life okayEasy to give and awakePleasure in the passingMuch in ordinary stakeFor each gather amassing There are many moodsFor such an ordinary findWhat their state concludesIn to the ongoing redlinedRisks are making it easyTo complex every stateIn this lifelong so queasyIn any recompensing rate Here comes hope and goingWith its course in numberOne way perhaps showingThrough its very latecomerYou may win or even loseWith your stakes and riskIt’s all about engendered fuseOn life’s CD and DVD disk Peter S. Quinn


Drifting Darkness (From,134 Picture Poems) drifting darknesstempting withhazy deep waters oh blue desiresclear upon the limbsof the sky Peter S. Quinn


Drifting Through (From 'Meet The Moments') There is always something coming onOf the dreams that were sometimes lostFeeling wonderful in moments almost goneThat were here a while and then got tossedThere are ways that inhabit my soulFilled with radiant and airy calmHours that could speak different roleInside my body and both my palms Drifting through what always seemWays of light and shadows dancingEverything from thought of different streamThat is slightly wild and transfusingDreams of days and the passing skiesFilled with air and hope of tomorrowAs the morning starts and then away fliesEvery hour that into thoughts shall borrow The glimpse of times passing highThrough the fields and the water that followsThe drifting drops from the cloudy skyMirrors pure of the inside hollowsGrowing fuel to each your questThe easy dreams that come and then goThey are pleasing and blessed in their restFollowing wisdom from the meadow's glow Peter S. Quinn


Drizzles Of Time (From New Waves To The Shore) Drizzles of time the thoughts we have here sownInterminable with its feather touchesThrough futures of circles and sky blownWith each their means and too many clutchesIn a tranquil delusion the head lolls onAll is without or coming there withinClouds in their drifting until they are goneShowing clear skies with freshly buoyancy spin The fires interrupting with their kissEve of tinctures to sleeping travelThat sleeplessness has woven for dreamingTomorrow deportment of songs and blissWith beautiful thoughts for us to marvelWhile hours of lateness are redeeming Peter S. Quinn


Drizzling Rainy Season – A Lyric Come and be of my worldWhere everything goesOuter space loftiness hurledAs the mighty wind blowsUnderstandings here and thereFilling someone's pathwaySummer moods that come to steerWhen dawn comes to day Full of something for allFor each need to striveDaringness of feeling's fallAs each comes aliveRainbows giving no reasonOnly colors more or lessDrizzling rainy seasonAlways stormy in its caress Come and give to understandWhat it is to needYou have emotions at commandNever to let them weedLove is perhaps a delusionThat cannot be madeThen life hope's confusionLike a serrated old blade Peter S. Quinn


Drops From The Clouds The fire has its flamesOf burning out desireThese feelings are namesThat grows in tender higherLike inside to deliverWhat it is there to giveThe ways of sway shiverOf torches that won't live Drops from the cloudsIn falling rain showerAmong the lonely crowdsOf every down going hourThe weeps in the cryingThose fill the empty voidIn feelings that are dyingOr almost full destroyed Like butterflies are goingOn to the hazy blue airAnd thoughts almost knowingOf love that wasn't thereDusk in heart beat burningAnd settling its pulseTo never again returningIts empty way and trifles Peter S. Quinn


Drops Of Dark There are drops of dark todayIn the ever parting of loveIts sorrows avow in its playLike flickering clouds far aboveIts dream like a forgotten songA passion upon brows of darkEach night away day to longWhen evening´s full in its spark Both you and I will be goneIn its dream of forever nightLike love in past did shoneWhen days were full and brightBrightness will be flown awayA day becomes like a nightAs the storm of oblivion playAnd we take our ending flight Like a mirage all living seemThe waves of the profound deepTormented shore of its streamNot ours everlasting to keepSuch visions a unfeeling waveWith every to give and takeLongings of the deep love craveWhen outside the dark´s awake Peter S. Quinn


Dry River Evaporated desiccated riverYour veins are old and dryYour stream can't deliverSkies clouds are drifting by Days were once in streamFlowing to the deep oceanNow it’s gone pouring reamOnce filled with earth potion From the valley of RobertvilleWere you torrent was flowingLies now every moment stillIn its dry up of nowhere going And the sky’s lucid in the blueWith heaven’s gate there stillNo more water coming thruFor every foliage to fulfill Dried up sprinkling life giverAll you irrigate is now goneIn these instant breeze shiverCarrying no circle on and on Your riverbed is now dustTo the coming times aheadIn the valleys of the arid lostWater blooms are all dead Peter S. Quinn


Dulcet Time Dulcet time is always coming,When the clouds are away with tears;Little birds in trees are humming,New songs from forgotten years. Pleasing love is color blooming,To sweetest you who is so dear;All the seeds in earth are booming,Reaching out for growth and flare. Trust me you will likewise be glad,When in your garden roses grow;And take away your lonesome sad,That from winter past did show. Pleasing love is color blooming,To sweetest you who is so dear;All the seeds in earth are booming,Reaching out for growth and flare. My eyes wander throughout the night,Looking to a faraway star;This blazes out its twinkle light,Without knowing who we are. Peter S. Quinn


Dust Of Times – Simple Dust (Additional Number ToAlbum, Like Love Is True) Dust of times will never goIt will always be foundDust to dust in the old flowForever to be aroundEach of its true consequenceWith day and night partingGrays elements eleganceEverything of the dirty starting Rush out and find its lineSo much of wiping old stainSee how it flies in sunshineEverywhere it’s of lives painFilling the air with drynessGyrating motions swept awayLow in the corners and highnessAlways around each day Dust never leaves the roomDon’t matter how you trySwept away with house’s broomSee how the particles flyEverywhere on the windowsillIt won't get out well shutDryness of the air to fulfillMaking its way – dirty spot Rush out and find its lineSo much of wiping old stainSee how it flies in sunshineFar and wide it’s of lives painHere comes old dusty timeAs spring comes in bit of a hurryIn from the cold and rimeSpring cleaning needs its worry In all places climbing up hill


Where it lies in front of youClean-up dreams you can’t fulfillAs cleanliness can’t get throughI wish it were all more plainAnd simple to skirmish it cleanBut everything seems in vainWhere‘s all this Sunshine Dust been Peter S. Quinn


Dust On A Feather Every day is running behindIt's scheduled between the distancesYou must wake up, go and then findEvery opportunity and their chances Like each love in the clouds awayWhere our heaven doesn't stand stillYou will come again to meet the dayWith longings of your hours to fulfillWhen the time is still within youIn the many flashes going through There is love in the past that's in the reachWith its giving and finding threadsIn the times of our own hearts beseechWith life’s sour cakes and sweetbreads So much lies in the ashes of left timeFilling the moments with their themesGimmicks of their heartbeats and mimeIn hope of their ways and lonely gleams Forever is never in there from the startOnly the dreams that are there togetherSatisfying the minutes with their chartWith wishes of dust on a feather Like each love in the clouds awayWhere our heaven doesn't stand stillYou will come again to meet the dayWith longings of your hours to fulfillWhen the time is still within youIn the many flashes going true (from my Album: Something More) Peter S. Quinn


Dust To Dust Dust to dust - to forever to endureLife is a circle that comes round to beSomething to give and something to seeThat is the way that it's going here for sureWhat comes there after is indefinableSome say it's a road of the never endingOthers say that we to earth are blendingPerhaps both are true in their confinable But the rivers of dreams where will they goInto a bliss of a daydreaming thoughtsThat's here in dimensions of fables spellWhat can we determine and then from it knowWhere are the boundaries of our own 'slipknots'What with certainty can we foretell? Peter S. Quinn


Dust To Dust Weeds You and I as oneInto the forest of hoursTimes that have now goneOne and one their flowers Yesterday was hereBut now it's gone awayOblivion is everywhereComing in day by day Time is out grownDust to dust remainBouquets aren't shownThat once were in their main All that we had in timeFlowers of many seedsAre now lost into the limeDust to dust weeds Peter S. Quinn


Each Awakening Hour Each awakening hour's like dawn to skyWith new mornings coming in with sunshineDrawing new trust to the horizon lineEvery love's feeling from low to highComing to evening like fringed blossomThe dreams that I had from some long lost nightsInto the new rising from its lost flightsTones are now in upbeat's awesome Each of life's feeling's in with its closenessGiving bright day to the tomorrow riseThat meets on the crossroads of dark and lightIn with true feelings that give to caressThrows in to faint sinister hours disguiseAscend to hope in the highest of flight Peter S. Quinn


Each Beginning I long for the tomorrow to comeWith feelings ahead on the road asideLike freshness aroma of its blossomThat into oblivion all too soon must hide Ways of each reaching are distances awayFor the senses to know what to findLike daybreak that comes before the dayEach beginning finds its start – unkind,But searches for ways - in winds that glide Peter S. Quinn


Each Day And Night (A Song) Each day and night my desiring increaseLike a growing spring into summer comesGiving blossoms wholesome there to releaseFrom under earth and wintry darkish glumsA flower from heart to bring to brightly eyesWith each aspect of its truest beauty callThat's only passion in its flames and highsThat never to decade must again there fallEach beauties name is like an ongoing dreamWith freshness ornaments to give from and takeA living flowing like a calm river streamThat into new growth must always awakeEach day I yearn to love more strongly onAnd give from my heart where its beauty has gone Peter S. Quinn


Each Day Is Like Night Each day is like nightWhen my heart is awayI feel not the lightNor the air in its playEvery dream's at a stopWith its turning aroundAnd down is like an upSomewhere else now found Like a day inside darkShadows tempers onThat will not now sparkOnly lost and be goneEach love's like eveningThat has nowhere to goOnly burnt flames bringIn its feelings and glow Were we once two stoodWith so much to giveAnd fortune was of goodMaking contact to liveThere is nothing now thereWere it one time stayedOnly shadows of somewhereFrom a time that played Peter S. Quinn


Each Day New Away Will Go Each day new away will goInto the night fore you know,To memoriesThe minutes freeze,- Though some from it's past shall glow! A song may be like a thoughtWhere past has been again brought,Into the mindFor us to find,- And as music again then taught. Refrain:Like dews from early dawnsEach from his life shall give,Like ducks becoming swansIs how we all must live. Each day new away will goLike the summer wind shall blow,On sweet flowerEach dwelling hour,- To reach to the roots that grow! A song may be like a wishOr mere thoughts to accomplish,That we have foundBecause of sound,- But later it becomes all this. Peter S. Quinn


Each Glowing Time and a time over once more gray sky,With moments of dark in the eveningWhere songs of the deep and faraway singAnd no one but dancing shadows complyThe day when it's lost in twilight flowingLike a flickering flame of the candle's fireThose give of its glow to the hour's desireAnd then into dark once again is going The deep of its dream that you can recallWhen extended it comes to give its dreamLike the flickering flame of the day's fallWhen in the night its memories are gleamEach glowing like life's ever farewellIt keeps you in a moment of its spell Peter S. Quinn


Each Hour Of Mine Is Dark Each hour of mine is darkLike wintry times out thereWhere shadows come to sparkIn flickering dance everywhere My petal against the coldOf how I long to go and riseI cannot inside my center holdFor time’s a while that onward flies I see the morning in its glowAnd many pages still writingHalf open book in paging slowIn the knowledge of its lighting The converge of the days aheadAre detailed in their happinessAnd what life from page shall readIs not coincident or sappiness Like bud that opens to the windHalf deep inside and amazedMy urgent mood is disciplinedIn heart’s tenderness and graced Some words are never fully readOn many pages though detailedBut stunned in ideas in my headOf its vital that never failed Peter S. Quinn


Each Life Is Like A Flower Each life is like a flowerWith leaves of green and yellowAnd in the rain showerThey become quite mellowLike dreams that are going byOr flickering flames by nightThe open reddish evening skyThat falls away its light When love is in our heartThere is so much there goingFrom the beginning it'll startTo give of its tender flowingYou become with flames aboutAnd feelings that inside glowFor all the fire will be outLike streams of a river to grow When all is done you feel inventiveLike grass that sways in windAnd to the world assentiveSo tender out sided skinnedWith closeness to a life you areAnd deliberated with rosesEach night you drift alone with a starAs love again to you apposes Peter S. Quinn


Each Love Is Love Each love is love thru day and nightIn best of both in every true flightLike wings in rise or beauty by its lookAll two sided feelings like an open book As trust in order of infinity mainSo much to share in both clear and plainAll that is why everything is becauseAnd love that is factual is like applause If you say you love it must be for joyHand in keys hand for a future to giveNothing in muddle silences to fade Love that begins and is not shall destroyNot held close toward again to reviveAll just for pretenders clearly thus made Peter S. Quinn


Each Love Is What We Know When moon and the nightIn the darkness life keepsWhen the stars are in flightThrough space and its deepsWe must remember thisEach love is what we knowIts feelings or its kissThat comes here or must go Like every progress worthThat gives each life as suchOn this day and the earthWith every of its true touchOur lives are simple factsThat causes each apprehensionWith so much in its tackAnd every hold of tension RefrainEach love is what we knowIn its times and every storyThe true feelings that we showTheir moments and their glory Always I'll say I love youWith what in my heart singsIn a hope and future for twoAnd what that passion bringsA love song never too lateAnd always with love to applyThat has no worthless hateOnly the moon and blue sky Each love is what we knowIn its times and every storyThe true feelings that we showTheir moments and their gloryLike every love coming throughIn hope without living trouble


Something for everyone trueMaking our expectations double RefrainEach love is what we knowIn its times and every storyThe true feelings that will flowIn the moments and their gloryLike every love coming throughIn hope without living troubleSomething for everyone so trueMaking life expectations double Peter S. Quinn


Each Moment Embroidered In Sadness There is sadness with its lone and crippled feetBy skeletons that come in like shadowLonely hours of the dim empty streetWith no smiles and laughter that come and goLike serpent's teeth are those shallow windowsWith their curtains falling down like sunshadeEach moment embroidered in sorrow glowsFrom falling roses and hours of the wade Breath of the world is never still around thereCrossing the thresholds of lonely peopleLike bat's wings of jets above somewhereThat is breaking the sound barrier's roar steepleFour corners of the wind not ending - cryingWhile people to their believes are still dying ~*~ There will be no peace if an attack is met with and attack, because the simpletruth is, those who go by the bullet shall also fall by the bullet. Bring peace into your garden and peace shall be upon you - all around! Peter S. Quinn


Each Morning And Day We got to give some more of thisIn everything we really knowEach time is going through its blissWith each and every night’s glowAnd skipping beats are inside meRising and stopping there onFeelings are always drasticallyUntil their time is done You know that I moved away from youBut never found love elsewhereFor time is just going here throughSomething for us both to compareLet me know if love is too lateTime is always going so fastThere is so much in each bateBringing out their long gone cast We had all we neededDiscovering on our wayLove in the lines - just read itEach morning and dayDon’t ever let it go bySomething we had for twoLoneliness doesn’t ask whyHow come this happened to you? Yesterdays go to their pastSearching the time we were sayingRun run away to the very lastTune that in the radio was playingWhen you were here with my past You know that I moved away from youBut never found love elsewhereFor times are just going here throughSomething for us both to compareLet me know if love is too lateTime is always going so fast


There is so much in each bateBringing out their long gone cast We had all we neededDiscovering on our wayLove in the lines - just read itEach morning and day Peter S. Quinn


Each Night I Shall Be Walking (From Lost Sonnets) I'm so by myself on these streets tonightWith my shadows filling the darkish flowersYellow-brown or the reddish trivial lightPassing here on through with my tunnel hoursHow deep and how close are these here insideFor those feelings are now thoroughly flowingWhere the nearness of thoughts for moments hideWith these my footsteps - soon to the past going Each living hour's there momentarily darkThrough the deep of my soul's ocean windowsThose lonesome hours to the mind now sparkLike a mirror on a glasswork that glows Each night I shall be walking towards my fateThrough these minutes of the midnight late Peter S. Quinn


Each Nothing Is Always Something Each nothing is always somethingAnd so it is always doingIt gives you the thought that it'll bringWithout needing further provingWhat truth is to live in right?Or mountains are made from stonesEvery bird has its wings for its flightAnd each tongue its own kind of tones That love can from love all growIs yet another to think more aboutAnd if you feel that you this already knowThen don't hesitate or be in a doubtShow courage and never its fearHow all such things should be coming alongBecause though some thoughts are further than nearYour heart is always in a love to long Welcome every seeing that will findWhere summer is coming in young springAnd leaving the winter ways behindFor new heart to begin again to singWhere milestones are raising the fillsIn sightseeing joys and in their givingWhere blossoms shall come on the hillsWhere love and the rightful are living And tongues of hate will be worthless voiceIn the joyfully breezy on blowingFor broken are those worthless decoysThat nowhere was always goingAnd now there is dream to a dream to flyOn to tickling the new leavesAnd opening up the sunshine skyFor love has had enough of winter grieves Peter S. Quinn


Each Poem Has A Song Each poem has a songThat echoes on to you,With different meaningsEach time you read,'Cause it's a living poemThat goes along,With images clear and through.You may have heard it all before,When it last knocked on your door,You may have heard its songWhen you walked the street,As it exposed your heart once more.You may have heard it all beforeAnd if every sentence there is true,You will then know what to doAnd it may show you some secrets too. Every poem, everywhere,Is living to be readIt is here, it is there:In a book, in your head;With words, you rememberAnd quotations you later praise,With words to remember:Wake you up and amaze.Poems with strong words,Both of spices and of taste,They are giving up their secrets,You may never, or should waste.Sometimes, even they are flirting,or on stories they are based,Or they send you massages, alertingThat you never may waste. Each day you live, is like a poemWith each its lyrical line,You can learn from it and give,Though it's not easy to define.Like the waves that come to shore


So the word will come to you,That's what they are here for,Use them wise in what you do.They give strength, they give courage,Let you go your own way,Soften you up when outrage,When there comes such a day.Like the words that they teach,So shall they too rise up,Into minds and soul reach,Fill with thoughts an empty cup. Odd and strange they sometimes are,Some will be learned by heart,Both from internal and afar,Like the beginnings of a fresher start;You have felt this all before,When you started reading on,In a good poem you feel assure,That your reading is well done. Peter S. Quinn


Each Step Each step we take we chooseForm what comes from healingOur days are inside the fuseWhat we might call a feelingThe heaven is plain in powerBridling each argument sownWhat matters is sweet and sourAnd always earth's fieldstone We can't change magic seedsNor turn them all into the dustWhat comes in nature accedesTurning the additional to rustHedges with buds overblownWill sprang up like wild plantsInvisible from the inside grownShall forward in future advance The truth is only on the roadsIn understanding and reasoningEach temper from several modesTides from corners of seasoningThe lightning's for the thunderTo show what there's concealedDefining phantom paradox underThat mankind has not yet peeled Peter S. Quinn


Each Time Each time's in mood of no year returningFilling empty spaces with mislaid woesWhat you try to find - is either win or loseNothing's forever - forgetting burningFlourish casts missing into pale outlookDeep dispositions fade so much awayLike the rain is falling on to life's trayGetting back the thoughts the years in old took Every contrast coming returning dustRipples of evening tincturing onTill every shade has fallen to grimYears are passing into times of lostFilling every day with songs once doneAs we our posies of times out trim Happy New Year – everyone! Peter S. Quinn


Each Time Has Its Good Hours Flow flow sweet easy rhymeTo its tomorrow's songTide’s up going to its primeLike sea waves that come along! Desires bring to its riseAlways from the new to newBe as pure as bluest skiesFor everything that come so true Give your touches to embraceMoments pass so fast from hereEvery current in its many waysLet’s keep together in instant share Each time has its good hoursThat discharges along its keepsSunshine time and raining showersEach their distinctiveness reaps *While listen to a New Year’s Concert of the Wiener Philharmoniker in TV (I’vedone this, each year, all my life; -) Peter S. Quinn


Each Time Has Its Secrets Going Each time has its secrets goingPlentiful of today's ever showingThemes left to know what time's doing'Much about nothing' like pigeons cooing Time is a time of many sights highsSometimes doing hellos with the eyesNowhere going and half truths toldGiving their while with nothing to hold Day going and bygone for someNot returning from where it's been fromNewspaper reading on entries that lieGoing out as the night comes inToItsOwnGoodbye Peter S. Quinn


Each Time's Walking Through (From Album, Like LoveIs True) Each time's walking throughInto the lonesome aloneIt's up to me and youTo give its various toneTo shine on in honestyOr fill it with blackish skyTo make it all instantlyOpen up to the low and highOpen up to the low and high Each time's walking throughTo make some hours shineInto the lonesome blueOr tenderly each line by lineYou and the heart of luckWaiting for us to goStrings of opportunities pluck1 2 3 before we know1 2 3 before we know Sometimes days seem longerWith every hope to tryGlance of the moments youngerUntil it comes to goodbyeWonderful meetings to findSomething we didn't knowStretched inner roads twinnedSnaking their ways to and froSnaking their ways to and fro And now's a time for last lightBring it from here to thereNumbs of the evening's flightCast a shadow up everywhereTime love songs freely goingBeside the head of earth's dreamRhythmical life waves slowing


On to the unknown next schemeOn to the unknown next scheme Peter S. Quinn


Each Way Is Like A Step (From, Dried Flowers) Each way is like a step in many directions,Passage ways to the days that have gone by;Contentment shattered glass the reflections,All the drifting peaceful clouds of the sky. In this endless motions turning on curves,Birth of new dawn in the wetness of dew;Wild in nature with its hidden nerves,Coming of the tidings booms of anew. The pace by pace in the newest finding,Today and tomorrow in its tenderness,Paths to starry meanings in the dark blue; All in all what to reality's abounding,Eager to come again in new meaning fresh,Giving of its fortune each new impromptu. Peter S. Quinn


Early In The Morning Early In the morningWhen the breeze is stillAnd your heart is in a yearningOf old dreams to fulfillWhen the night is goingInto a whispering goAs the cloudlets are glowingFrom new sunshine flow I think of you when birds flyOver the daybreak's townIn the early morning highWhen sun's in dawn‘s crownThru mystic of open waysAnd night in dancing daybreakWith shadows going graysAs the city comes awake Dreams are always to try outWithin their ways and mindThat is what it's all aboutAnd more into it to findWhen the day is onto darkBefore tomorrow is awakeAnd the far afield stars sparkInto their fantasies make Let your dream all come trueThey are all from insideWith their ways coming thruAs hours turn and glideWhen the day is in comingFlowing glow and brightNight dream‘s blossomingIn their star away flightThru mystic of open waysAnd night in dancing daybreakWith shadows going graysAs the city comes awake


Peter S. Quinn


Early May Every bird that's now singingIs enjoying new springWith perfumed flowers springingLike pearls on a string Here somewhere around is loveIn its sweetest summer dayWith blue skies clear aboveAnd the feelings of early May Every heart that is soft untieShall enjoy these blossoms livingIn every moment that is highAnd of colorings shades giving Where winter darkness once laidIn its shadows dances goneWith hours lightless dimness madeThat into past are now done With its sensation and ambianceThere's something new now comingFrom the roots of growing nuanceThat in earth till now was numbing Here somewhere around is loveIn its sweetest summer dayWith blue skies clear aboveAnd the good feelings of early May Peter S. Quinn


Earth In Sunshine The light wraps aroundAs darkness falls to deepEarth in sunshine foundFrom under night sleep Through posture of blueThe sky tall and highGlow is coming throughDream hours say goodbye Blooms in their splendorsFlourish down the hillsNight wishes it rendersAspirations of life fulfills Peter S. Quinn


Earth Songs Are In Our Life Earth songs are in our lifeAnd always giving moreAn ocean waving and strifeThat comes to open shoreAn ocean for living songsAre open to billows cleavingWhere a heart in need belongsAnd is trusting and believing There is no different playTo what we have to giveIt is just in every ones wayTo find out and then liveThe earth is for everyoneWith deep dreams to shareThere are no borders doneIf free will is coming here The past's now only a nameConnected to their yesterdaysFor nothing shall be the sameAs tomorrow comes and playsEvery door will open wideInto each given new freedomAnd take courses of its rideWhere free will and heart's from Peter S. Quinn


Earth To Earth In Its Clay Art is nothing but hardship and strugglesThe wound of my flesh and with its jagged bladeFists of my spirit and its hard jugglesEarth to earth in its clay formative madeFate in its propositions and well beingBuilding the barrage that is left behindTo each expectations try out and seeingSomething to produce give of and find It is the heart and the true circling peakTo every emotion build by manEfforts in knowing something is thereWorthy its making in knowledge to seekShowing fortune what adversity can?If you give everything - to its fare Peter S. Quinn


Earth’s Heart - Sonnet Earth’s heart is a river of faithful dyeThat caries me long way through the shadowsLike curving of goings in the northern skyThat in summertime all shines and glowsRadiance tomorrow in the daybreak's risingOf glow time's blossoming from the dark graysWhen festive red-yellow eyes are surprisingWith each its intricate and coloring lays Day comes so easily from starry nightWith silvery glow of its burning flowThat the graying twinkling shall all become brightOnce again blue skies in perspective growThe stills of these times are beats in silenceThrough each hour time of life's verve existence Peter S. Quinn


Easter Spring (From 'Meet The Moments') Gold sun rolls around the sphereSummer set moods from earth brownSomewhere a new love is found thereFilling with fragrances this townLove woods that climb from sleepInto the growing’s morning highThe grass that sways to again reapThe morning of new born blue sky Fill my heart with colors of mellowDeep from the inside of a rainbowThere were some yesterdays in yellowOld autumn songs that gave their vowToday new spring again is comingFilling the air of sweet perfumed kissesOnce again my heart is bloomingWith feelings in winter one misses Darling oh darling new rising springGive me the twilight of reddish treasureWhen the little bluebirds again singFilling their heart with love's pleasureSome say that frosty winter is okayIt gives them so much with the snowBut I say my heart always goes your wayWhen dawn comes in blossoming glow Peter S. Quinn


Easy Days Are Coming Easy days are comingOne by one they showIn their hours of fathomingNow in winter white snow Like golden glow on the roadEvery day is on fallingWith leaves of autumn loadAs new ways are calling Pretty dresses on whiteEvery moment in this darkWhere gleam of misty lightFrom the moon shall spark Rising day on a SundayFalling hours to my dreamThat comes here in fainted wayAnd in unreality some seem Wintry blow thru the mistMy song is still singingWith its complicated twistThat my thought is bringing Who did care about my sorrow?When the days wear abyssNow they turn on to tomorrowAnd I still have all this Pretty dresses on whiteEvery moment in this darkWhere gleam of misty lightFrom the moon shall spark And the stars are still fallingThru the endless of timeAs futures are out there callingLike bells in breezy chime


Peter S. Quinn


Ebb And Flowing Daydreams (From, To Oscar) The ocean is full of waves,Moving just to and fro;My longings and my craves,Moved there from long ago. I believe in summer light,And the new day in each heart;The onset billow flight,That from a shore will start. To the other side of the sea,There is daydreaming going on;Playing what shall be shall be,Until all my dreams are gone. I hear the water flowing,On to the other side and shore;The same way the wind is going,Until it in my heart is no more. The day is being so mournful,For all the dreams still to come;Me to the ocean they pull,And make me full of delirium. Cold is the night in moonshine,All is of longings it seems;Fate will each morning entwine,The ebb and flowing daydreams. Peter S. Quinn


Edges Of Love Edges of loveSometimes like birdsFlying in clouds aboveOr feeling bywords Touches of touchInside to give and shareLove in heart muchWith feel fingers near Edges in rhythmFlowing of beat’s timeLove like hymnRising to its prime All that is givingTrue to its deep songPulses of its livingWeak point and strong Edges of twoInside its harmonyMessage coming thruChains to break free Strings that are playingChorus’s high lineNever same stayingIts softness to refine Peter S. Quinn


Edges Of The Earth Edges of the earthIn their rough seamYears of time´s birthAnd minutes betweenLove songs of flowersLeaves in their layOpening thru hoursAlong with lives play Something of loveFeelings in their birthKeeping skies aboveIn their variations worthYou and I livingIn our days epochPassion truly givingLike a melting snow Rustic leaves autumnOf memories pastForward they all comeIn footsteps ours vastLike a candle glowingIts iridescent burnSo are times goingNever again to return Peter S. Quinn


Edges Of Times Town The days are coming clearly throughWith what they want to share and do With the edges of times townIn their morning of whitish gown The strangeness of Stillness StreetOf the echoes from goner’s feet The look of the chilled out runFrom existence of once children’s fun Doors of every nocturnal SundayIn vanished songs of work and play The miles maker though time's dustThat rushed along sideways and got lost What in to the goings disappearsWith burn of the longings in their years Peter S. Quinn


Edges Of Tomorrows Edges of tomorrowsFlowers of today borrowsToward the swiftly driveEach to each rive Narrow light towersUnfolding its avowersCorners of tilted streetsThrough cohesion concretes Intimate season tumultSteel and the glass cultVoyaging tomes of skyCrumbling hopes high Into multitudes’ of finalMunicipal highway spinalSplitting the spaces quiteScrutinize out the light Peter S. Quinn


Ég Á Mínar Óskir Ég á mínar óskirég á mínar ?rárkannski rætast vonire?a hljótast sár alla tí? ég unnia?eins einni ?ráanna? ég ei kunni?a? er af og frá oftast mínar óskireins og himinn blárver?a oft af engua?eins tilvist grá Ég á mínar óskirég á mínar ?rárstundin styttist fyrrstreyma fram mín ár Peter S. Quinn


Ég Elska (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Ég elska vori??egar ?a? sleikir sólskini?af tungu frostsins ég elska hausti??egar ?a? tárastgulbrúnu laufi ég elska ?ig líkaí draumi náttar?egar tungl ve?ur skyyfir dimma voga og sængina okkar *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Ég Er Ein Lítil Stjarna, Lítil Stjarna ég er ein lítil stjarna, lítil stjarna?ú ert ?a? líka, líkavi? regnbogann vi? dönsumog engum veruleika önsum eins og í balletti tifum vi? tánum átil og frá, til og frá ?ar til vængirnir bera okkur vísdóma í?ar sem vindáttir leynast bak vi? hvert skyog ny sky, og ny sky ég er á förum, á förumog fjarlægist ó?um mína víddallt ver?ur a?eins mó?a í fjarskaog lífi? a? lokumlíti? box e?a askja ?ú ert lifi??ú ert hamingjan?ú ert ?ráinnog ?a? er einsog alltfallvalt Peter S. Quinn


Ég Er Einmana Og Leita (From, Nokkur Ny ÍslenskSmáljó?) Dagurinn hverfur sem eldingí kyrra nótt sem er,allt hefur sinn draum og tíma. Regnvatni? slær rú?unataktfast en ákve?i?,einsog fótspor sem hverfaí hi? li?na. Ég er einmana og leitaí skuggum hinna dimmu nætur trjáaeftir svörum vi? skyjarof *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Ég Get Sagt ?ér Ég get sagt ?érí hverju or?i,a? ást míner ekki uppger?.Eins og vindur á blómi,kyssi ég varir ?ínar. Ég get sagt ?érhve tilfinning mín,er heit.En hva? sto?ar ?a?,ef slík ást er ekki endurgoldinaf sömu alú?. Hva? sto?ar dögggulu grasi,e?a vindur?urrum leir. (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Ég Syng Um Hamingju ég syng um hamingjuég syng um einmanaleikog tilfinningar sem fara á kreiká hverju augnabliki ástrí?ur sem koma og faralíkt og blaktandi skuggarog allskonar ljósbrotsem tynast hér og ?ar ég syng um ástég syng um hverfulleikaog ?ennan streng í brjóstinusem ver?ur a? hiki ?egar ástrí?ur koma og farame? andvara hverju sinniog ?egar hjarta? hérna inniá ekkert vi? neinu neitt svar Peter S. Quinn


Ég Yrki Til ?ín ég yrki til ?íní magn?runginni blí?u?eim or?um ei tyn?ótt standir ?ú í strí?u hér er ei ljó?stafa bulltil a? villa ?ér synheldur or?anna gullmildust or?in til ?ín tak mitt or? í hjarta sta??ví ?a? lifir minn dag?essi or? - skrifu? á bla?er minn taktur - slag eins og vindur á blómikoma or? mín og gustae?a syngja hljó?látum hljómisem vert er á a? hlusta ?au hafa hjartans hljómeru vitrun frá méreinnig hjartnæman rómsem halda drunga burtu hér Peter S. Quinn


Einn Dagur Í Einu Einn dagur í einuhverfur á nyí mósku myrkursins djúpaer lí?andi stund syngurí trjánum hverfulu Allt er í heimi hverfulltsem skuggamjúkt kvöldog vaxandi djúp ?agnarinnar Einn dagur í einusem á?ur eitt sinn varendar Og skuggsælt kvöldi?færist nær Og skuggsælt kvöldi?nálgast dagrenningu (a poem from Iceland) Peter S. Quinn


Eins Og Regindjúp Eins og regindjúp,um kaldar nætursem eiga sér engar rætur,- eru sum or?, galtóm. Og ljó?i? er eins og ást- útsprunginn senn,ef í hjarta ég brenn.Fullt af syngjandi hljóm. Peter S. Quinn


Eins Og Tí?arsöngur eins og tí?arsöngurer söngurinn ?inn ljúfiyfir litlum stúfií minningum geymdar eins og tí?arsöngurman ég ?au lögog heitu hjartaslögí fa?minum ?ínum hlyja og alla sú ?rásem fann ég ?ar ?áenn?á ég áum sérhverja tíma nyja eins og tí?arsöngurer brosi? ?itt blí?aúr andlitinu ?í?asem enn?á ég á eins og tí?arsöngurer ævi ?ín einfögur og hreinaldrei mér gleymd ?ú ert ein sú rósmitt eina lei?arljóssem átt skili? allt mitt hrósum sérhverja tíma nyja Peter S. Quinn


Einstaka Sinnum Einstaka sinnumá ég stundireinmanna me? ?ér ?egar ofurgrá skyinsigla í burtuúr huga mér Og sólin læ?istlífsglö? og björt Er aftur eitthva? fæ?istog um græna fold fer Peter S. Quinn


Eitt Andartaks Skot Hér er or? af or?ieitt andartaks skot,sem kemur frá mínu bor?iog má kannski eiga hér samflot Ég yrki um ?a? sem ég séeinnig um drauma mínaljó? er ?a? laufga?a trésem lífi? má ekki tyna Peter S. Quinn


Eitt Skref Í Einu (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Dagurinn lí?urí löngum strætumáfram hann tifar Eitt skref í einuog allt ver?ur ö?ruvísien í gær Sumar kemur og ferog haust litir ver?auns vetur byrjarsnögglega ?ú ert sem laufbla?sem lifirog laufgast í geislum sólar ?a? hættir aldrei a? rigna *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


El Che Would Be Today A Poet El Che would be today a poetOr a singer of a melodyHe wouldn’t the revolution forgetAnd with heedful eyes the truth see Every part of his body’s a mixtureOf hope and a love songIn shadowy flickering fixtureWith both the weak and the strong “I could tell you what to doMake you see rightly onLetting you know the rebellion’s for youAnd shall never be gone” He’d showThat dreams could be buildOn somethingThat is now lostAnd nothingOf the opportunities spilledThough walls inner structuresBe tossed El Che would be today a singerPlaying and giving revolutionA man of sunrise that’s a bringerOf the ways of futures intuition Completing to keep his promiseThat theme of his songs are dealingOn grounds that comments his wishIn ideas of freedom's freewheeling He’d showThat dreams could be buildOn somethingThat is now lostAnd nothing


Of the opportunities spilledThough walls inner structuresBe tossed Peter S. Quinn


Eldur Logar eldur logarum lífsins lei?í ?ig togar og togartímans skei? uns dagur í aftann eldiinn í náttmyrkur sofnar eldur logarlysir strætin brei?bjartir regnbogarbinda liti í sei? uns dagur er a? kveldiog ævin um lei? (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Elemental Clouds (From Lullabies) Elemental clouds now ride the skies aloneThrough the bound of the net raindrops fallingI hear a little music from some pebble stoneWhile the drizzles are splashing and callingSteams in the wild it’s the forest songFlowing with its drum drops earth-rendingSomething for my heart in harmony to longEach the flower petals and leaves bending You and I we had our different waysSunshine and the rain songs that we foundIn slanting slashing sky like horses that gallopTinctures in its shades dyed many playsTo the underneath water lustrous aroundA thought in a walloping like the raindrop Peter S. Quinn


Embroidery Embroidery of the forestOn to the fields of timeThe wings of gray achiestAll in their grayness prime Of dreams that once wereIn the moments like driftWhen summertime was nearIn ways of its open whiffed Foliage of winter fallingThru steps of time’s threadWhen gloom shades are callingIn tints of their brownish red And day is shorter becomingIn each their light of riseOn earth open blossomingThat to the winter cold dies Draperies of their burgeon layThat fetches old rustic bledWhen the forest murky playIts wilderness meadows bed Oh forest my old trail forestIn all the traditions you holdOnce proud habits of the floristNow‘s in ashen winter’s cold Peter S. Quinn


Empty Glass Of Gone Pleasures My empty glass was once fullOf many day's pleasuresBut now it's broken and dullWith empty lives treasures All in its going and get on byFull of its days once youngLove like clouds upon skyInto an old pastoral song Life love was its darlingsOf daydreaming and bluesNow life recollections it singsOf many pleasures and truths Cold cold despair from insideThe roads on its turning waysKiss of a dream that did abideIn the past nights and days Love of its future is coldFlowing on like breezy blowNo pleasures of days it can holdOnly the memories of its glow Dreams are everything or nothingSomewhere around in realityBut thoughts of its kiss are bluffingSomething of what might have been Peter S. Quinn


Enchanted Moments (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) Enchanted momentsThe ongoing loftinessSomewhere its relentsInto the earth softness Moving in shades aroundFrom on shadowing treesDance forms there foundSurfaces of eternally frees Heart that stiffen its playLost by a separate vitalityA river returning rock's clayA garden of fountain carnality Spaces between whirling ploversDream crossed in twilight of birthThe forces of many pulloversIn every quill of its worth Enchanted in sails stillnessThe brief of a frozen timeWhen wings in flight’s chillnessUplift some dust and grime Tension between dreams crossThe window towards the shoreEffects that's there and bathosThat we don't know what is for Peter S. Quinn


End Of The Day At end of the dayI am still hereIn its many playOf life everywhereDreams going byReaching dark deepIn glow in the skyAnd earth to reap Morning that comeIn blossoms brightNever here tiresomeIn giving a plightOf their aspirationsThe beautiful stillPeople and nationsIn living fulfill At end of it allIn rippling wavesWhen dark befallOn daylight cravesAnd heavens returnTo its sullen shineAfter crimson burnAt sunset skyline Peter S. Quinn


Endless Hour The walls are fallingThru the endless hourEach faraway is callingIn the mist of showerThe beautiful thingsThat is still betweenOf pearly glare stringsThose now unseen When a day will riseFrom its fresh rootIn the eternal skiesOf all tides interludeWhen the dark is stillHere around in deepWith silences distillIn its abysses sleep Walls of surroundingEvery flow notionIn their first soundingMoods of new emotionLike harmonies awakeIn the threads of newGive and some takeAs they come here thru Peter S. Quinn


Endlessly – A Song Endlessly through the hoursWe drift on with our dreamsMorning comes in its bowersMind-sets illumination streamsSubmerged in its silver dewsAnd adorned by a roseThrough the streets and huesEverything comes and goes Endlessly we seek and findDreams we once did yearnLeaving the moon behindIn reverie’s discovering turnSomething happens alwaysIn different forms and tryWarped around interesting laysDiamonds pristine and cat's-eyes Endlessly meeting believesMelancholy tangled in diffuseInnovative forms and archivesWe still have to learn to useSo much is in the sensationsThat passes by - never knowingThe remote ports of creationsUndemanding coming or going Peter S. Quinn


Enduring Heritage The remembrance from the grained stone of ageFacade of wrinkles enduring heritageWith more to hold in expectations engageOf smooth settled forms in what life shall acknowledgeMore to each day through the years and the pastPerceptive in footage which found their whileEverything scattered like the stars of vastExteriors of oceans in each factual styleThe basalt of earth in its wet and dry dressTouch from the seashores of men's vanished timeNow in detection to follow and caressThrough continuing bequest to the past primeThe truth from the land that has gone to the darkWith ways of their founding that once did spark Peter S. Quinn


Enfold (From, Poet On Www) Enfold me to a white,Rose that's longing out;Glisten flowers hide,In the dim sky about.In the milky ways,Next to slice and slice;Coming unborn days,Where no time doth flies. What is written trivial stain,Growing small or tall;Searching in dark vein,For the blinking call.The end to our eyes,And what we can not see;Hidden in deep skies,The hours still to be. Deep irregular beauty,A night of other tales;Seen and pondered barely,In surrounding contrails.The breath of icy fumes,In a deem and longing;Faraway flowered blooms,To and fro there thronging. Peter S. Quinn


Engaging Hands Of Earth - Song Engaging hands of earth - you touch us stillAround and round in every transparent dreamEach bleaching falling glisten in quietness seemDear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfillYour smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrillWith stars in your hair of yellow brown streamSummer of gold is now leaving in gleamGiving to dim every song in its skill Withering dark to the changing grass conferWith ground tincturing that dresses the leavesIn the placid of days that are going byNow is the time of full harvesting yearJust before tomorrow comes in with grieves:Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky Peter S. Quinn


Enjoy The Silence Enjoy the silenceIn winter's golden glowWith its icily tranceOf the frosty cold snowWhen feelings are blueIn the day of its nightAnd each moment comes thruIn the flickering light Enjoy the feelingsIt’s so tender and whiteWhere darkness is stealingThe brightness’s heightIn the love of hoursSo rusty on and coldAnd window's frosty flowersGo silver to gold Enjoy this cold timeWith your inside thoughtAnd frosty roses rimeThat the moments have broughtIn the joy of its gleamWith such beautiful thingsOf night and its dreamThat to the moon sings Peter S. Quinn


Enjoy Your Time (From, The Barka Lyrics - First One) Can you feel it?Step by step how it goesAll is coming around againLike the wind that blows Give yourself - enjoy your timeAll is for nothing if you don'tAll reasons go but you won't Give your love to every dayMotions close and nearEverything just comes to playBe of yourself though aware Give yourself - enjoy your timeAll is for nothing if you don'tAll reasons go but you won't There comes a day with nothing newJust the hours in between Give yourself - enjoy your timeAll is for nothing if you don'tAll reasons go but you won't (The Barka Lyrics are around or over 200...) Peter S. Quinn


Enjoying Life Enjoying life before it all away goesOn to the winter’s playing penumbra fieldWhat was of proceeding is now like glowsOne at a time falling in oldness yieldThe day becomes dark like evening lightWith all its memories broken treasuresThis is the extend of each morning brightNothing to behold of its going pleasuresIn living a dream that once was of springEvery hour coming is now on so dearOnto the echoes of old occasions singThis of the times when winter is nearLove songs of gray and blossoms falling whiteWhen dreams of their sharing becomes night Peter S. Quinn


Enjoying The Moment Enjoying the momentIn its day by going dayTheir feature and fomentThat’s coming the wayWith sunshine spirits onAnd touching a whileUntil it’s again goneWith its summer smile Like breeze in the alleyAmong dreams going byOf an urban dillydallyUnder blue open skyContacts thru momentsThose feelings do employIn picturesque fragmentsOf buoyancy to enjoy Listen to the fussingOf people walking nearSome of it’s quite buzzingInside the close-by earAs days go here aboutThru the lively streetSurrounded by turnoutIn latest gladness beat Peter S. Quinn


Enn Er Vor Í Mér enn er vor í mérer úti ve?ur glímasólin enn í mér eref sést í lofti skíma en er vor í méreinhvers konar vímasumar um sinni? fer?ennan svala tíma (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Equal Geniuses We are so much like each otherThe world is not far apartThe species of sister and brotherEqual geniuses of the heart Mechanical electronic machineryShall reach to DNA based beingMake us from the precedent freeFor more opportunities seeing Peter S. Quinn


Eternal New Dawn's Flame The blooms again will die,And fall like stars to earth;All things away must fly,For others in new birth.Dreams are what we give,To be here left to live;I see in future's name,Eternal new dawn's flame. Where river meets the sea,And moments do not dwell;Where all the waves are free,And outcomes can't foretell.Inside each past and heart,That's found its way again;From routes that never start,Though we'll search in vain. The blooms of a fairy tale,That will just be in dreams;When reality will fail,In darkness all things seems.Dreams that we can give,To be here left to live;We find in future's name,Eternal new dawn's flame. Peter S. Quinn


Eternity Of Feelings How much I long for loveLike butterflies in meOr clouds drifting aboveAlways fluffy and freeYou are what I needThe moments I have longedIf true your love's indeedAnd no one has wronged Like flowers of the soulThose seeds will grow onAnd have their fulfilled roleLong after time is goneBe earth and river flowingThe grass the breeze swingsAll thoughts endless goingWith Pegasus flying wings How much I long to giveA heart that has it allAnd long long time shall liveTo make its destiny's callFor I'll be truly to thisGive you my oceans deepLove should be like abyssEternity of feelings to reap Peter S. Quinn


Eternity Wisdom eternity wisdomnumerous meanings steeping stones of creationthe slippery ridicule dream's spaceless birthalone like night Peter S. Quinn


Ethereal Tide Beautiful bluish lightFrom the deep withinEthereal tide brightGyrating in its spinLove touch and feelingWe thought were lostThru endless wheelingIn its ghostly crossed Soul in state of freeWhere no one has beenAbyss deep symphonyLife has never seenOccult shadowy placesThru its endless waysLight and shade erasesAs time surges plays Beautiful though goneNever again seenDarkish and scary onLight of blue betweenThe hours wear awayNone of them to keepAs the elucidation playFrom the ethereal deep Peter S. Quinn


Even Though There Are No Reasons (From, EvenThough There Are No Reasons) Even though there are no reasonsExcept the sun moon and the starsLike flowing ways to every seasonIn a hot tropical or with alike parsLove songs never ending storiesLike everything that goes to get lostThe accompanying assorted quarriesOf feelings that never get crossed You and I taking apart our waysDrifting like clouds toward sunIn their many tinctured interplaysAs they drift and scatter on the runFeelings to no one ever going byIn days we thought we made something rightEverything from questions asked whyTo give us some guiding light Even though we stand far apartWith many ways still to accomplishDrifting in time with our beating heartGoing through a reason and a wishLiving but daydreaming still onInto the forgetfulness of a touchThose feelings that never seems doneBecause we were in love once so much Peter S. Quinn


Evening Song In G As the evening comesDay flowering glowColorful earth blossomsIn your life's row Dreams that never cameOnly a brief thoughtBurning tender flameThat some had thought Yesterdays were hereIn their fire makingFor a moment’s shareSome thoughts awaking Blue be their blossomsInto darkish nightAs your memories strumsTwinkling and lost flight Now evening song I hearIn its harp of wingsPegasus is nearAs this melody sings Dreams that never cameBut still they are thereIn eve´s burning flameThose to a song adhere Peter S. Quinn


Evening Traveler Sailing thru the deepSomewhere there aroundHours to moment keepNowhere is still there foundFlowing away todayPage by page morningOn oceans wave playWith its weave of yearning Dreams are there stillComing to their lightWith new hours to fulfillAt the seashore sightDrifting there by alongOceans waves in glowsIn its magic on songThat no one still knows Primes in to and froAll through its hoursAs these instant's goAnd new thoughts empowersDark in its leading shadeIn freshly colors revolveTo each essential madeFor new time to resolve Peter S. Quinn


Evening Was In Prime Let me in from the roadWith my heart and my thoughtTake away this loadWhat my love has broughtThere is nothing there newOnly dreams going byFor my love for youAnd the blue morning sky Yesterdays we were loadedWith our ways that were alrightAnd on the clouds we floatedTill the break of the nightWe were wrong in the timeJust floating there onWhen the evening was in primeAnd the day nearly gone Let me in for the roadWith my heart and my thoughtTake away this loadWhat my love has broughtThere is nothing there newOnly dreams going byFor my love for youAnd the blue morning sky Yesterdays we were loadedWith our ways that were alrightAnd on the clouds we floatedTill the break of the nightWe were wrong in the timeJust floating there onWhen the evening was in primeAnd the day nearly gone, nearly gone Yesterdays we were loadedWith our ways that were alrightAnd on the clouds we floated


Till the break of the nightWe were wrong in the timeJust floating there onWhen the evening was in primeAnd the day nearly gone, nearly gone When the evening was in primeAnd the day nearly gone, nearly gone Peter S. Quinn


Every Chain – Weak Or Strong Every chain is meant to brakeAs their long years meet their strainSome are strong others easy to takeSo much in their way of painLove is something like that tooWith every chain weak or strongSo much of its feelings are up to youHow you get the chains along Weak or strong is every linkBecause we are like that in our own lifeRed is often from inside pinkTo make it reddish work hard and strifeNothing is easy and so much aloneChain by chain in each our doingJust bring in your love stone by stoneAs you are accepting and accruingAs you are accepting and accruing Everything is meant for its staying powerSo work on it each hour by hourEvery chain is meant to brakeAs their long years meet their strain Peter S. Quinn


Every Coming In The Take (From Minutes Of FallingDays) Nothing will come to beOnly your work will giveYou have a time to seeWhat you in thoughts liveTry just to give and wakePleasures from within aboutEvery coming in the takeWith their spurious doubt How come we never know?What makes us turn and feel?Just like the clouds glowIn their grayish mist realWe must go with each dayTrying our best to trustThis comes to our new wayThat from the past was lost You and I stranger nowTrying our best times to buildManaging life's habits somehowWith the revolving tides filledNothing is really innovativeOnly our daylight of reflectionWhere we our conduct giveFor each differences direction Peter S. Quinn


Every Corner Around (From, The Complete CollectedPoems Of Strains) Every corner aroundShadow glow dancingDying twinkling foundInto the night blanchingFlowing hollow lightTo the deep unknownWhere once was brightFrom the corners shown The perpetual sightlessMultifoliate kingdomEvery dim to dim caressWhere the night is fromTo the eyes reappearIn every meeting goingCircling here and thereObscure shades showing Every day is a hopeNesting the lighting onTo the empty elopeThat with sight is gone Peter S. Quinn


Every Day - Every Year Every day that I live I'll dieAnd go just further awayLike the blossoming blue skyI will fade into yesterdayLove is easy to approach learningWith the meaning of life behindBut on memories I am leaningFor the love I never could find Every year that passes here onWill give me a reason to learnWhen its days are beyond and goneThere is no way to back returnSomething’s though in my thoughtWith a feeling I always trustI've learned what I was taughtForm it - before it became lost Every load has its weight to carryIn the times that passes throughIt’s laden with existence worryBut its destines are made by youEvery day that I live I'll dieComing nearer to fate that I holdFeeling flexible in its goodbyeThat at this time’s to become old RefrainEvery day that I live I'll dieAnd go just further awayLike the blossoming blue skyI will fade into yesterday Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Beautiful On (From, Myspace) Every day that is here beautiful onWith lots and lots of memories awakeWhen moments are here and not goneInto indifferences at its own stakeAnd the flowers like bouquets of rosesIn their yellow red pink trueWhen a dream to the reality closesAnd it’s a part of a wonderful renew Every day when borders are nowhereThat closes every thought of pastAnd we are here together to shareWhile our daydreams forever might lastAnd the instants are here in your eyesEvery color the soul within keepsLike the mornings of wondering skiesFrom the inside of heart and deeps You and I together like new dawnAwaking moods across every shadeWith e thought in our eyes closer drawnAnd all the sweetness therein ever madeWhen the day is beautiful and not partingFrom the love that shines into our windowsLike a summer that again is all startingWith its colors many ways and new glows Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Has Its Reaching (From My Musical, This IsMy Life) Every day has its reachingInto thoughts that were lostFinding ways again reachingLike dice that were tossed Give me time for every gone hourThat shall never be coming backLike last summer's flowerThat lie now in deep earth blackFeeling only the rain shower Give me something I wasn't afraid ofAnd newer tried to know beforeLike the blue stretching sky aboveThat has something for ever more You and I could make thingsHappen like they were in the pastEvery attachments be like stringsWith our thoughts that could last Every day has its reachingInto thoughts that were lostFinding ways again reachingLike dice that were tossed Give me time for every gone hourThat shall never be coming backLike last summer's flowerThat lie now in deep earth blackFeeling only the rain shower Give me something I wasn't afraid ofAnd newer tried to know beforeLike the blue stretching sky aboveThat has something for ever more


You and I could make thingsHappen like they were in the pastEvery attachments be like stringsWith our thoughts that could last Peter S. Quinn


Every Day In Our Lifetime (A Song) Every day in our lifetimeThere are moments coming hereFeelings so wonderful sublimeAnd everywhere quite nearWe will come to understandWhat those all mean to usWhen the evening's in blandOf memories that came across For only time shall tellWhat purposes come to doContained by their many spellFor years to me and youAnd every hour's a precious oneWith wings of thought to conquerThese days will soon be goneAs times grows old in year Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is A Delight Every day is a delightWhen it comes to youMoments in their flightShall once again renewTimes never stand stillOn their roads travelSomething there to fulfillIn each going unravel Yesterdays were youngIn their mood and playsEvery hour we're amongIts many different waysForgotten no time isIt journeys in memoriesBeautiful in dreamy blissWishes for our believes Like a glow in the deepOr sunlight from aroundHours forever to keepOnce again moments foundSome like kisses or wineEach in a different tasteComing back here to shineOur threads to be retraced Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is A Dream Every day is a dream coming throughThat is wakened to become once more freeAll is freshness of the feeling and newJust to be what you want it here to beDemanding nothing but completing lifeFrom the perfumes of the far insideLike the sweetness of its spiritual rifeThat is here for the night to give you guideEvery hour it whispers to those earsWith its thoughts from the angels away highThere is loving in the waves one hearsOf the day and the night always going byThis is love irresistible in beauty's lullWith the roads to dreams that are never dull Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is A Love Song Every day is a love songFelt so crystallineA day riseIn the heartFor dreams to followFrom the uneasy wavesThose affect your lipsAnd beatsThe gift of lifeTo give me This songOf inspirational modeThat meets me half wayAnd finds inner flowTo followThis timeOf beating heartsTo everythingLove wants to say It waits for moodsWith wings to flyIn days of glowAnd sweetnessEach time There is loveIn your heart Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is A Song Every day is a song going byWith a heart calling on to youNever showing a cloud in the skyOnly love that always comes trueEvery reason is asking you whyIn my mind you are coming throughAlways like dreams up there highIn its ways and moments to doLike a song in tunes that never dieEverything inside always new to try Moments come and go back once moreLike a life that's going or comingEvery heart has its dreams in to pourThrough the stars and seeds bloomingWith a day that is here with its storeOr a dream that is lost in its plumbingWith reality somewhere in its yoreFeelings that come apart for summingAlways inside their catchable loreTrying to find what every answer is for Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is Another Song Every day is another songWith its ways and emotionSome of love and so youngIn its timeless time oceanEvery love has somewhere beenIn its vent and true thoughtSo much feeling it has seenWhat it is and what it ought Circling joins through the waysSomething of life to tellEach times stamp in its hazeLike a cloud that cannot dwellGoing on here still to liveFrom the day it comes to formIn every course done to giveWhere its bedim once swarm Fortunate ways leap of fateSome to find and to placeRising sail through the grateIn its varied many waysFind the dream that surroundIn their distance and nearbyEvery day is here still boundIn its beginning to make its tie Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is Another Song (From, Myspace) Every day is another songWith its ways and emotionSome of love and so youngIn its timeless time oceanEvery love has somewhere beenIn its vent and true thoughtSo much feeling it has seenWhat it is and what it ought Circling joins through the waysSomething of life to tellEach times stamp in its hazeLike a cloud that cannot dwellGoing on here still to liveFrom the day it comes to formIn every course done to giveWhere its bedim once swarm Fortunate ways leap of fateSome to find and to placeRising sail through the grateIn its varied many waysFind the dream that surroundIn their distance and nearbyEvery day is here still boundIn its beginning to make its tie Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is Feeling Its Way (From My Musical, ThisIs My Life) Every day is feeling its wayComing closer in to its feelLike a light of the coming dayThat seems all easy and realThere is much there in knowingTouches that drift its concealingGoing forward in motions flowingThrough endless times wheeling You and I in away walkingNothing endless in sensationWith its imaginations talkingAnd infatuation temptationIt must be love I am feelingWith its revealing moon showingEndless ways to days stealingEasy coming and easy going Every day comes there to nothingWhere the day is in new reachWhat you thought is on bluffingShall gain and new things teachSomewhere I will find it outWhat it is that I must knowThe interim coming here aboutThrough the melting going snow Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is For The Living Every day is for the livingWith any freedom to be freeIn so much opportunity givingAnything might come to be Yesterdays are what you want toCause they are still in your mindRising height and going throughWhat has been left behind? We could give a two sided wayWith our chorus love songSo much here to live for a dayAnd in the futures to longAnd nothing goes so easilyThat has not still been hereMomentarily and breezilyTomorrow is in our everywhereLiving for the yesteryearCan’t be done in our future luckBecause unsigned fates are so nearAnd with them we will get stuck Living is not for the pastBut a coming day to steerNothing is going though to lastOblivion houses are everywhere Staying nights and its cloudy greyTwo sided coins thrownIn the time roundly on layThat is here in our own town Immortals touch is never knownIn its own finding heartNight is a nightly dim gownOr a stuck in the middle dartGiving you unsecure matchesMaking and sometimes helping out


Dubs and its many scratchesWith every hope and doubtSomewhere a time is a snitchJudgments of ways to tryNothing that gives to be richOnly a hopeful luck or its lie You can do anything you doNothing seems real these daysSo much to come out of the blueIn every temper and grays (from my Album: Something More) Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is Its Completeness Worth Again there are blooming daysWith flowers coming through the seedsIn their colors beautiful waysWhen nature from earth readsLives yesteryears deeds Oh darkness has gone to airWith its reasons of all the dimNow the blooming of bouquets fairIs instead of the breezy whimThat leaves from each branch trim Every day is its completeness worthWith spring skin tones deep huedGrowth of the greenish earthGiving life's complexion moodIn its wilderness land vastitude Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is Like A Song Every day is like a songThat will come and go to sleepThe hours I do longTo hold near and keepFrom the whispers of the nightThe moments that are goneIn the yesterdays flightThat keeps me going on Every night is a dreamA flight across the skyA glowing inside gleamThat never must then dieIf feelings that are trueIn every departing wayAnd they shall become newEach rising opened day The flight of every hopeIs what those words will singAnd never from me elopeIf beauty they shall bringFor tender whiles are hereTo keep so very closeLike fragrances in the airFrom a soft garden rose Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Is Never (From, Myspace) Every day is never here the sameSweet gatherings of down and above aroundWhat time does dare with its passing on flameInto the lying of infinity found Down to anything still discoveringLike yesterdays uncanned safe and known dreamsThe within of human souls hoveringLike the carrying river of weaving deems Clusters of the simple ever and everWhat does have the courage to stand or sitThe going of sensations to the neverIn its little congregation around hit Infinities content of inches looksThe gathering of making to printable books (After a somewhat in depth study of - “of Ever-Ever Land I speak” by E. E.Cumming) Peter S. Quinn


Every Day Of Your Days Every day of your daysYou have arms to hold,Every day of the daysThere is a future untold. Sing a song of your dreamsEvery sentence is true,Though it now only seemsThey are all inside of you. Every day of your daysMay your wish be fruitful,Every day of the daysMay our peace always rule. Because that's what we need,In our lives - always,In every corner - every streetAll our lives - all our days. May this wish become trueEvery day of your days,When we are down and blueEvery day. Peter S. Quinn


Every Day, Sonnet Every day is a rememberingGlowing its present time on to the OnSomething away to adventuringUntil those hours are all together goneFeelings in the unfilled spaces awayTorching the moments that are there to beIt is the season - this of its todayEverything to future, to set and see Imaginings conquered in its truth nowWhere tomorrow expectations is aheadBirth of every moment´s disavowInfrastructure to their, nothing mislead What you bestow to the further on roadBuilds up your ambition, heavies your load Peter S. Quinn


Every Day's Going Every day's going to alone adjustOf yesterdays that once were in realityWith playing of futures still not to beIn their many on gone footsteps and bustSongs that are fervor that never shall rustMakes that are worthy of inside and freeOrdinary hope for both you and meCraft of the days that have now become dust Blue as the sky and deep as dark oceansEvery our try the reaches its skillThoughtful in aspect and whole in emotionsDreams that we dream to live and to fulfill Days like main roads and sideways asideRuling our future and giving us guide Peter S. Quinn


Every Day's You Every day's youSoft and sweet and newGarden and rosesAs the winter closesDreams of yesterdaysIn ordinary graysFinding a new flowerone for each hour Everything's youInto the new blueWhere ever you areOn a faraway starBright as new dayIn the ordinary graySo much of youComing now through Every heart's youThe things that I doWhen I'm withoutLove and in doubtWhen dark closes aroundAnd love can't be foundWhen you aren't hereAnd I'm nowhere Peter S. Quinn


Every Deep Love There Is Every deep love there isLingering time to timeMoment’s spinning round in blissAs their ways climb Every deep love of oursSpinning its round and roundJust like the seeds of flowersThose are in earth now found Thrill of your every thoughtTimes that are coming to pleaWhatever their inside is broughtAnd we come both to see Love that is growing to its riseLike summer of thousands bouquetsBlossoms of affectionate tiesNone to have afterwards regrets Every deep love that growsBecomes of yours and mineAs their occasions on goesJust like those days of sunshine Every deep love that’s sweetChance of its crazy romanceAll things you sweetly so treatAfter its flowering dance Peter S. Quinn


Every Dream Every dream must come trueIn the reaching to understandNothing is here really newTo thoughts of ways and strandThousand leaves have rustIn the parting seasons glowingReturned to the earthy dustWith every dividing on flowing Every reality is like a cloudIn timeless songs clingingWithin moments of their doubtWhen reverie’s back swingingYou can begin to play memoriesFrom your thoughts on a holdLike music you hear in a breezeIn the icy of winter's cold This dream is wonderland aloneWhen hopelessly we are lostEach luminous gives a new toneWhen we wander in times crossedIn the misty of diffuse and darkWith instances full of old holdingSome thoughts come in like sparkWhen gone dreams are unfolding Peter S. Quinn


Every Dream (A Lyric) Every dream is for twoSharing equally bothWhat goes on to renewFrom outlying and growthLike love that goes onFor two there betweenTill the fire is goneAnd never again there seen Every dream that is youLike the song that I knowWhat the heart makes trueTill its time is to goFeelings some for a lifetimeWith the days to believeWhen fervor is in its primeFrom liberty of grieve When the day is in eveningWith a love that is moreAnd we attached our stringTo the open love's doorWhen the feelings are thereBetween spaces and dreamsWe both this can shareAway from untrue deems Every dream is for twoSharing equally bothWhat goes on to renewFrom distant and growthFeelings that go to heartTogether for all blissWhen love first will startIn its way and to this Peter S. Quinn


Every Dream Is A Dream Every dream is a dreamIn their openness and tryWhen a day nowhere seemIn its directness and highWhen outlooks aren’t greatAnd there is no time to waitFor a dream to come all trueFor both me and for you Every day leaps realityWith a clear thought to liveWith wishes some to beThat any hope might giveWith a worldly touch and lookThat we all could try onFor a dream is an open bookThat with time will be gone Every dream is much hopeIn a burning on and flameLike a chancing kaleidoscopeNever staying all the sameIn efforts long and lastWith hook and faintest glowYour dream you must trustAnd learn each one to know Peter S. Quinn


Every Dream Is A Walk Through (From, The CompleteCollected Poems Of Strains) Every dream is a walk throughWith so much of sprinkling downFeelings close to me and youWhat lies inside this soul town? Ruddy sunset to the highAnd the ground of the rising dawnWhere our evenings sometime lieIn their carelessly spinning span Hour of feeling into old dyingDown the tiny wrinkles of timeWhen a heart of carefully complyingIs sated on the roads of grime Love in the rising to its endingsThe beginnings of its grays and turnsEvery hour sprinkle down mendingIn their declined of tomorrow burns Peter S. Quinn


Every Dream Is Always Going Every dream is always goingOn to its never returnFeelings in forward time flowingInside the heart to burnWhat is now happening to you?Falling from your waysSomething that always was trueLoving and retuning your grace Every new heart that’s beatingFlowing in winds of timeInside a love that is cheatingOf its own passion primeWhat you have given of beautyThat there is never enoughTruthfully in its own dutyFeelings that were mere a bluff Every new way is now comingThrough enduring times not seenBlossoms of freedom bloomingWhere every seed has beenYou are my water runningFlowing with winds and the seaLove that was once so stunningGiven again back to me Every dream is always goingOn to its never returnFeelings in forward time flowingInside the heart to burnPast is the past forgotten?That happened sometimes afterNot just there for a suddenLike breeze in the wintry rafter - Happy New Year! -


Peter S. Quinn


Every Dream Is Coming Still (From, Even ThoughThere Are No Reasons) Every dream is coming stillInto destiny to startGiving longings to fulfillThrough the beat of every heartEvery day is catching billowMaking reasons for a tryLove songs of the breezing willowIn the skies of low and high What does matter in a name?Every road so much aheadTrying ways and burning flameThat in ruins of life is readAlways feelings drift apartIn the days that go byWhat to stop or startWithout knowing reasons why Moods of lonely lifetimeContagious wind of flowEvery beat in its primeOn the ways to a somewhere goLost pictures in the trayIn stillness of black and whiteBeat of the screaming’s playThrough the going of new flight Peter S. Quinn


Every Dream That Is Inside Your Dream Every dream that is inside your dreamLet it come in with its memories glowAnd give you of its following spruce beamWith some those feelings you once did not knowEvery day that is easy now goingFrom the spirit that was once in its dayAnd your love from the inside are knowingWhen your feelings are there in their own playFollow your heart through the moments you knewEach in their summer rising and autumnBe to your feelings straightforward and truePeace of mind is the great desideratumEvery dream has its go and its fallLiving them is either low or rather tall Peter S. Quinn


Every Footstep Nothing's forever eternally hereYesterdays will go in to its lost sleepWhat you thought extinct might though be close nearWith each bouquet of true fewness to keepFallen walls with ashes remnants and ruinsFlowers between the steaming and burningEach turbid morning of lives misdoin'sDigest of times between and turning Every footstep in to the nonbeingTo the artillery of cloudy shadeFaces of hollow smoldering desireTo a new future of ways foreseeingNever your option - but what from it's madeIgnite the fields of tomorrow's new fire Peter S. Quinn


Every Heart Every heart is sometimes blueIn its bewilderment and wayAnd it’s so much up to youHow it gives and how it will stay In the fever of its loveThe hearts will approach what is trueLike the drift of clouds aboveEverything there to renew Yesterdays are in its rainLike the tomorrow's morning songEvery hour close in vainWith those times it will long You have given trust to thisWith those feelings that you holdOf your love has given a kissThat to this time is now told Playful evening of the pastMight be here to close its armsIn the moments you did trustWith those feelings in worthy charms There is heat in the nightTo the sides of its lonely roadSometimes love is all in lightTaking of your heavy load Sometimes love is here then it goesIn the dust of times flowDistance through the moments growsIn your heart that you will know Easy comes each opportunityWhat is there still for you then?Something needs to be always freeTo meet those hours of love again


Peter S. Quinn


Every Hour Every hour is a feelingSomething to do and giveA heart in a love stealingBelieving and then to live You are so nice here todayGiving so much from youNothing seems of ordinary wayIf it comes here to be true Every hour is you givingFrom a heart that is pounding onAnd you with that beat livingUntil its echo is gone So much of your own heartThat touches the ground nearbyFrom the very your first startThat opens up future sky Every hour that comes to deliverFrom every new goal of lifeIs like the flowing riverThat on the ocean must strife With anything that has a purposeWith what it is meant to beBefore it again away goesAnd becomes in new futures free Peter S. Quinn


Every Hour Falling Eyes Every hour falling eyesDreams within its kingdomWith a day of lessening skiesWhere the dark is fromSunlight going in to nightWith the leaves of bringingEvery instance from brightAnd its ways of thinking Love songs fading into thisOf the diffuse entwineWith its many deep on blissFlicker of the glisten wineEvery voice of wind's songBroken down in shallowWhat a heart in days longAnd its love might follow Every hour into its wearFading like old dayNow the shadows are all nearIn their dance and play Peter S. Quinn


Every Hour Falling Eyes (From, The CompleteCollected Poems Of Strains) Every hour falling eyesDreams within its kingdomWith a day of lessening skiesWhere the dark is fromSunlight going in to nightWith the leaves of bringingEvery instance from brightAnd its ways of thinking Love songs fading into thisOf the diffuse entwineWith its many deep on blissFlicker of the glisten wineEvery voice of wind’s songBroken down in shallowWhat a heart in days longAnd its love might follow Every hour into its wearFading like old dayNow the shadows are all nearIn their dance and play Peter S. Quinn


Every Hour Is A Love Song Now farewell to the day that's goneEvery hour is a love songStep by step the time has wonTo carry its farewells alongYesterdays rose from nymphs of marshesFlowing so easily from deepPeacefully fields together clashesNewborn from days to keep Anything crosses the places betweenComing to be new springYou have tomorrow to be seenWhen they come with greenery to singOh heaven’s pale capitalWith earth in its white gray roleSoon there will be your new callThat will cross to the places of ol' The city is still to become MayWith several more months to goAll frost in its deep under clayNothing of water to flowOver the snowdrift hard landThe whiles go free in darknessAnd songs of springs to commandIt cannot - and less of its cold caress Peter S. Quinn


Every Hour Is Flowing High (A Lyric) That is just your wayEverything is returnableComing here or gone todayIn an affectionate burnableDistances always in nearEach moment that is waitingFeeling on in tempers hereIn each they are debating Every hour is flowing highThru the moments and new skyDreams forgotten and placesAll that was without tracesEvery dream that comes thruIs for you to have and doBringing more and more onTill those hours are all gone That is just what we giveEvery aspect of its forceAnd we rearrange to liveThru redeems of the starsLove songs coming in their tryMemories of forgotten beatsEverything that asks of whyWe have love in all its treats Every hour is flowing highThru the moments and new skyDreams forgotten and placesAll that was without tracesEvery dream that comes thruIs for you to have and doBringing more and more onTill those hours are all gone Much is made to endure wellLonely flights onto a heartGiving of its inner spell


From points of further startCircling ways in hours darkEvening comes in wing’s flightRarely is there again its sparkYou had from a closer sight Refrain:Every hour is flowing high… Peter S. Quinn


Every Hour Is Going Every hour is goingSomewhere to be foundSome event showingWhen it comes around Time and time togetherWe are all here tooPredictable like weatherThat is me and you So much inside and outWe are showing allThat's what life´s aboutWhen it makes its call Nothing comes in painlessTimes a walking throughWith some foundling caressIf its keen on and true Every existing is turningFor a sister or a brotherOlder bridges are burningSometime or the other Let's walk hand in handFinding our own wayGive it an understandThe games existence play Peter S. Quinn


Every Human Is A Pillar Every human is a pillarTo the mountains low and highEvery weight and distillerFor each purpose to amplify Up and down stairways goingTo find glory for each reachAlways more and more showingSo we learn from it and teach Every human is like a stairwayTo the notions of their callMeeting tomorrows every dayOf its rivers and waterfall Much is made with human effortsReaching high on to the hillThrough difference and avertsThat every day must all fulfill Every Human is a PillarGoing through life as a wellHere to reap as its fulfillerWith each taste and parallel Dreams are filling the hourWith opportunities there drivenWe can reach the pillar powerWhen directions we are given Peter S. Quinn


Every Love Every love be like darkish flowerThat suddenly starts its growing to comePedals of laughter or seeking tears fromAny love that gives of its new hourSweetness that suddenly changes the earthWith spring seeds like the freshness of true loveEchoing through the sky from afar aboveWith everything close and the air worth Steps to return in the light of new springWhen freshness will open the doors to lifeIn days of fragrance and brightest thingAnd from under loam of the growing rifeEach love that's at ease from the hands of shadeAnd gladly with the threads of joy be made Peter S. Quinn


Every Love 2 Every love is a love that goesFeelings inside from the outsideDreams of falling leaves and glowsShadow in the morning that hidesLove stays or goes further awayNothing can be forever inside hereLove's somewhere spoken day by dayUntil its somewhere to share Dreams you pass away to a feelingRoughly in heart that's still thereMemories away are again stealingNothing to be nothing everywhereLove has so much touching into giveWays of every gestures and its callYou just need to come out and liveYour own reality both summer and fall Every love has its own life to touchNothing comes to nothing each timeCalling to hope means always so muchEverything is an opportunity in primeLove stays or goes away for evermoreThere is nothing you can do or sayJust be in your own life self assureAnd life shall turn to be what it may Peter S. Quinn


Every Love 3 Every love comes as it goesLike a mystery we don't knowSummer morning in its glowsOr a winter in its snow Love is here and love is thereDreams coming to get throughThere is love everywhereIt's just up to me and you Times are making all our daysAnd every dream that comes to beThere's hope in each its waysAll is up to you and me Every love comes as it goesLike a mystery we don't knowSummer morning in its glowsOr a winter in its snow You are here and you are thereLike the flow of tides onDays I had and dreams I shareNothing is forever gone I'll find you in another dreamFor I know you are still thereReality never in reality seemLove never goes away from here Every love comes as it goesLike a mystery we don't knowSummer morning in its glowsOr a winter in its snow Every love comes as it goesEvery loveEvery love


Peter S. Quinn


Every Love Is A Song Every love is a songFor your heart to knowYou are right or you are wrongThat’s how feelings always goBright day or dark nightHere so much on your ownLove is wrong or it’s rightSometimes I am so alone Touch my moments and giveAny of its happiness nowI must recount and liveManage love here somehowRich or poor on my ownFeelings touch but don't stayEvery love can't be shownThat comes here on its way Love may grow and be trueThat’s how love always goesBut its happiness is up to youLike a seed that on growsIf good fortunate’s strongA heart may find and winFor every love is a songYou’ll find from within Every love is a songFor your heart to knowYou are right or you are wrongThat’s how feelings always goBright day or dark nightHere so much on your ownLove is wrong or it’s rightSometimes I am so alone Love will give or it will dieIn its thoughts and goalReach its moment and high


If it has a cherished roleEvery minute is of appealIn its search and finding wayIf your love is for realIt’s like sunshine every day Peter S. Quinn


Every Love Song Every love song of my heartDreams to give and fulfillWarmest sun in morning startThat the days in moments still Bringing fragrances to the streetAs the voices walk on byCrossing sideways with their feetIn the brightest day and sky Every love that you have givenThat is here for us to feelAnd the days in past have livenThat was once in times real Tales of both sides like a kiteFlying through wandering blueFervors from the darkest nightAll that is of adoration true Every love song in your spaceUndertaking passions realMoment’s blueprint in graceThat to heart and mind appeal That is you and all your loveAwaking feelings of emotionFeathery like the clouds aboveTouching minute - magic potion Peter S. Quinn


Every Love Song - Missing Every love song that I knowIs now missing or just dyingTinge will come sun will glowAnd the world continues tryingWhere's lives gladness gone?Salvation has left the streetSpringtime without its liaisonIll-tempered mulish heartbeat I have tried my years to findWhere my future' now's goingEvery corner seems so blindIn its distant instant growingConfusions with edges roughCrooked is each their contourNow its time for every bluffKindheartedness is too unsure Bleak nights and hour thievesDisentwine onto morrow laneNo respect only the aggrievesThat causes heartache and painChose your voice now to speakSo the feeling true-mirrors youDon't be fooling' or too meekThere is time for humanity too Peter S. Quinn


Every Love... Every loveWherever you goLike clouds aboveTo feel and to know Sunshine of daysGlowing right byMany love’s waysRight thru the sky Every heartIn its passion beatsBeginning of startHow feelings it treats Love song of agesKnowing its feelPounding in cagesOf dreams so real Each like youThat gives of loveThat waits and is trueIn a world so much of Everything goingTo yesterdays oldWithout ever knowingThat before was told Peter S. Quinn


Every Love...... Every love begins in infinityThru everything alive and then goingWings of its stillness before again freeMind of its own ahead of its knowing Every love is a key in future’s handA muddled fate on the wings of its silenceRoad to its trust and what it will commandA passion two sided in profundity trance Like a single dropp that fall to revive beingEach of its own by the sky of thousand lipsAll its destiny and character freeingLucid or heavy that through the open slips Beginning and going through the fields of earthGiving its kisses on casement of birth Peter S. Quinn


Every Love's A Lost And Found Every love's a lost and foundEach in its tender whileTimes of feelings aroundBeautiful in loves‘style Hazy days of delightfulMelodies of life happinessSometimes so insightfulIn its ways and caress Always when I find youYou bring peace of mindFrom your feelings trueThat inside I may find (That inside I left behind) Peter S. Quinn


Every New Day Is Mine (From, Even Though ThereAre No Reasons) Every new day is mineFilling daylight dreams onHoldings of fresh sunshineOf what shall come and be doneLove skies of misty cloudsGiving their moments tooA summer of moving crowdsWithin every caress renew Let nothing go here byThat is all true insideLike the open bluish skyThose with its cloudlets glideReasons to take and giveWandering movements’ roadsDays ahead to again liveWith none of winter's loads Every day true in sensesLetting it float here throughTasking each time and chancesThat comes to make and doBlissfully thoughts to riseFilling my hour of deepShowing its wings of surpriseLater to cling to and keep Peter S. Quinn


Every New Day Is My Life Every new day is my lifeWalking moments of happiness or sorrowWith times breezy blows it’ll strifeTo catch the waves on tomorrowEvery step is in its bouquet’s whileWith its flowers in blossoming bloomOr depression in its tileAnd perhaps in its footsteps doom You and I have this moment togetherLiving for our longitude daySo much here is up to the weatherHow we feel and what we will sayBut it’s going to catch soon our feetWith its kiss of the earth's loveOr be drifting like clouds to readIn the curving of the hazy above Every new morning comes to fulfillOr moments to be again safeInto faraway horizon mountains hillAnd returned with the ocean waifLove is just a moment’s happinessSomething always coming and goingThrough times of time touch caressEvery instant is yours for knowing Peter S. Quinn


Every Night (From, Poet On Www) Every night I come to my senses,But it's never going to last;Seeing stars into sky romances,With glowing eyes from the past.Looking back and feeling the same,When all was right and wrong;Before this to its situation came,And we knew not where to belong. Everything is a dangerous thing,Disappearing needs and other ways;To each other most often linking,When to our inner feelings plays.Reaching and needing is enough,For each argument that is out there;Modern times with its plenty of stuff,That is most often going nowhere. Every day is like the one that's past,With it's feelings passing through;Slowly moving around its bombast,Meaning something to each of you.I can not wait or become younger,For time is running through its way;And each my thinking going longer,Mot mattering what I will do or say. Peter S. Quinn


Every Our Dream … (A Song Lyric) Every our dream is always coming throughBut sometimes we don't know their complectBecause perhaps in their past we did neglectSomething they gave to become of youEverything has its purposes entwinedCircling around through the moments they liveWith some inner states there on to giveAnd it is all ours to comprehend and find The roses in bouquets beautiful doneMaybe a rainbow with a gold pot at the endSummer leaves falling to carry you onWith every autumn in yellow brown blend O how our feelings can rise and fulfillEach of its dreaming in the moment's still Peter S. Quinn


Every Rose Every rose has its true own shadingOf remembered touch of other gone daysBreeze so gently through its petals evadingAnd with its leaves of verdant then playsA heart may stand away in silent landWith its futures much so planed and givenBut come to days of no more understandFor in its throbs of echoes never livenLike each of you that have their own believeIn plentiful ways of further on to liveShall afterwards all those moments relieveWhen comes the day of darkness on to giveFor every smile there's another shadowThat once in a while shall quench out a glow Peter S. Quinn


Every Shade Every shade that I've foundHiding inside and outIn the darkness all aroundAnd what love´s about Dreamy dark on and highEvery footstep toward a dreamFrom the profound of the skyWhere hiding places seem There are outlooks in the fieldEvery going dark could brakeShining triumph in their yieldThat the dimmest hours make As the night is burning desireThrough a dream in hiding placeOf onward shine and its fireIn the night of its many ways Love that´s waiting to be sureWith its heart in beating stillWhat desire might have in store?For the light of day´s fulfill When the brightness slowly riseThrough the heaven’s gate onSecret shines of lightening tiesAll that from a daylight was gone Peter S. Quinn


Every Step In Peace And War There's a time to come and go,Finding every moment to live;And be with reasons for evermore,You can share what you can give.What you have you learn to know,Use it wisely to be always sure,For every step is in peace and war. There's a song that you can sing,Feelings of freedom in its ways;Love and passion spinning 'round,Every mood along there plays.Hear the sweetness in its days,Anything lost again may be found,And to your heart closeness bring. With your love don't ever give up,You have roads to walk on through;Times will flow and they might stop,Be crisscrossing from the very afar.Don’t be unwise or become untrue,Without a reason to give and take,For every step is in peace and war. Peter S. Quinn


Every Step You Take (A Lyric) There is always someone who loves youThough even you won't find out 'fore too lateThere is this love that takes control and is all trueAnd is full of feelings that won't wait Every step you take must fade awayEven now I'm further, than yesterday But you could changeMy luck and fortune waysBy coming back with dreamsThat you have foundAnd let there be momentsIn all the past daysThat keeps us togetherFor always when memoriesAre only around Every step you take... When nights are lonelyAnd cold in forgotten dreamsAnd everything is glintingFaraway of pleasures it seems We must be in hopesAnd lights in betweenFor our hope is keptIn a box of a silvery screen There is always someone who loves youThough even you won't find out 'fore too lateThere is this love that takes control and is all trueAnd is full of feelings that won't wait Every step you take must fade awayEven now I'm further, than yesterday Every step you take...


Peter S. Quinn


Every Sweet Darkness Every sweet darkness comes and goesTurning the tides again here aroundSoftness and touches of summer new foundNow as the wind to the freshly sight blowsThere are some questions inside each those glowsPleasing day delusions to its bluish foundSky with its notions in silently boundFilling the days in with greenery rows Come and fulfill each momentary waysWith fragrances in air and its delightWhen wind of summer dances with leavesAnd morning of twilight returns to daysTip toeing daybreak in coming hours of brightHas no time to give to winter weaves Peter S. Quinn


Every Thought Every thoughtOf memories is shining,With threadsOf a silver lining:The goldOf the old,I am defining,For digging inThe past is like mining. Our love startedUnder a willow tree,But continued downTo the deep green blue sea:With our sails on,For sailing out free,For our love is everything,To you and me. If there is a hopeIn everything we do,Then I am finger pickingOn my guitar to you:With a songJust out of the blue:Emotions, like the wavesFrom the seaSo full of amaze. Peter S. Quinn


Every Time Has Its Point (From, Lead Sheets In July2008) Every time has its pointRolling by and byOpening up and joining jointEverything on the flyYesterdays were once newWith many ways weighNew love songs coming tooIn the steady pace Now like everything is rollingInto one time flowLong way street strollingWith its one goTaking a view of singingSongs of the moods and dayAround the corner bringingHow it was in the ordinary way Every time easy on its stopLiving its feelingWater melons dried upSomething from your heart stealingPlaying with your moodSo many years agoSometimes again intrudeJust like a rainbow Peter S. Quinn


Every Time Is Going Around (From, The CompleteCollected Poems Of Strains) Every time is going aroundTo the fields of somewhereFrom the time of timeless boundIn the ways of morning airEvery reality between’s goingFinding existence in the actAs the motion´s windrowingIn their interaction and contact There’s a between in conceptionStraight out of its creationProceeding course of exceptionIn desiring essence narrationThe existence of true realityWith response of motions fallsTones between tones modalityThe distance of accenting calls Desire of potency going throughThe descent of life's essenceSomething to response to newIn notion outlines evanescenceLife’s like a chorus into the fallBreathe of the summer leavingEvery its activity swinging haulThrough existence hours cleaving Peter S. Quinn


Every Time We'Ll Try Every time we'll try to find a wayThat's just how emotion always isTime will either wait or never staySomething with its momentary quizLove may be so easy to understandHave its sayings without any doubtYour heart might be at your commandIf this is what all true love is about? No one can be going forever aloneAnd believing therein for no oneYou'll need to end its wrong toneBefore its time is yet again doneOften love makes me a bit wonderWhere my life is heading right nowMany causes are with its blunderCan I carry it and manage somehow Yesterdays were never by our sideEverything is always in a hurryEach one day's reality wants to hideAnd the futures of the days burryShow me baby how you now just feelCan it become true our love againIs this heart of ours - feelings for real?Or is it just another love search in vain Peter S. Quinn


Every Time You Go (From, Rock Star) Every time you goLove is for the breeze and windFor the time to showHow we could be disciplined Love is here for meI have nothing else to giveWhispering feelings to beWhy I experience to live Oh can't you belongTo the waves of the seaLike a summer songInside and there freeTurning tides and playLiving for a reasonNothing forever will stayThe new for each season Come and let me in the heatWherever I'll walkLove is never easy streetOr indifference talk Heart is where your touch isNowhere else to comeWhispering dreams in a kissWho knows where it's from Oh can't you belongTo the waves of the seaLike a summer songInside and being freeTurning tides awayliving their acquisitionfor a return somedayThe life in circling ignition Why I experience to live


Why I experience to live Peter S. Quinn


Every Tomorrow … (A Song Lyric) Every tomorrow is in yesterdaysLike a circling wind in the top of treesThose come around again in the summer breezeOne time more in their tiding's turning ways Love songs of the evening to be bornThe tide's life is made of forever tourOne, two, three, but nobody knows for sureWhether a life is all new or out worn The ocean is deep in its true abyssAnd nothing comes back to tell the truthThere is just this time and its first of kissThe rest is unknown in its eternal youth Come here and give your inspiration's findFor the road to the on road have some spot blind Peter S. Quinn


Every Word Every word is my wayTo be singing to youLike a cloud in the dayIn the sky of the blueRising high to morningFor the times going onEvery path truly learningThat is from this gone Every knowing and sayWhen we feel so apartIn the rise of its hayFrom minutes of heartTimes are turning to thisFalling ways in the fallEvery coming and blissThose to truth now call Singing yesterday bluesWith so much in its weighingEvery fall and enthuseThat those thoughts are sayingFind the way from withinGive its call a tryEach new notion has a winIn the feeling of the why Peter S. Quinn


Every Word Is A Way (From, Illuminating Night) Every word is a way,To the unsought moods of pleasure;Meet the new coming day,That fills the earth with more treasure.Bring the gift and joy,With every inmost care;There are some moods to destroy,Each coming up affair. My thoughts are with the traffic,The roads that move in time;All the poisoning words acidic,That climb up like a begrime.The horizon deep and sky,That falls from mood to mood;All thoughts that can not die,For they're everywhere bestrewed. The road and its destination,The place that goes to anywhere;Fickles of your inspirations,Going from moments here and there.Thoughts that don't get through,For they have been all over;And it's all up to me and you,To find that certain random rover. Peter S. Quinn


Every Word... Every word has its own wayIn different elements of meaningWith each other they do on playTogether in their contravening Something there to achieve or speakWhen mind in thoughts is collectingAnything that comes then to peakWithin interests and connecting Thought put together with new gistLanguage of Poetry with its own deepUsually in conversation missedAwakened up from its reality sleep When thoughts go wander into darkA feeling’s mood or frame of mindFrom pondering of profound sparkWhen you don't know what you'll find Something in silences flowFrom the time that keeps coming stillWhen minutes are in their ticktack goWith each attributes to times fulfill Every word that weaves its threadIn colorful glimpses and philosophyWithin its way and ageless spreadThose always around to wander free Peter S. Quinn


Everyone’s Give I have my heartTo give and to awakeFrom where I startAnd with what is at stakeSweet joy in its timeThe whiles we liveReach to a primeOf what we may give This is for us allEvery goal to reachEveryone has a callAnd a way to teachWith a time and an intentionAnd something to tryEvery thoughts inventionReach low or its high * Peter has made 5 or more rhyme poems each day and 6-7 unrhymed poemseach day, for more than 9 years. Young Peter is now taking pictures… The Crew Peter S. Quinn


Everything Carries Me On To You Everything carries me on to youEvery road that never is from here goneDistance stars and the sky in nightly blueAll our own footsteps that go on and onThe rivers of time - forever showingInto the dreams of the flickering moonThe space of stars shines forever glowingWhere everyone shall be traveling to soon East and west that is closely meetingAnd following their dreams to give a tryThe dreams of love that in past were bleedingBut have now come clear - to the morning highEverything carries me on freedom wingsWith the past long gone that inside still sings Peter S. Quinn


Everything Goes Away However long I stayDistances are so closeIn the morning of dayEverything still goesWhatever I shall sayTimes are still changingIn its going on playEverything it’s arranging Everything goes awayLike footsteps in snowRemoteness in their rayMorning with its glowWords that are spokenDreams that are still freeLove that’s heartbrokenEverything from you and me Everything goes awayLike footsteps in snowRemoteness in their rayMorning with its glowLove songs in the distanceFeelings still so closeMeanings in their existenceAll their aficionados Everything goes awayLike waves of the seaMornings become a dayLove becomes again freeHowever long it’ll stayI shall always love youEvery word you did sayStill is with me to renew Peter S. Quinn


Everything Goes Away... Everything goes awayNothing comes back at allHere comes another dayHere comes another callFeeling so lonely nowWhen there's nothing too sureManaging though somehowFor what my time is for Starting and going awayClock that tick tacks timeHere comes another dayIn its height and its primeNothing is forever stillAll will just come alongTimes to know and fulfillAll in a life's going song You and I walking awayMeeting new opportunityHere comes another dayAlong to find you and meListen to its walking on beatTime that's going somewhereEnd of another day's treatIt's minutes are here and there Peter S. Quinn


Everything Happens To Me Everything happens to meLike frosty roses on a windowSomething for tomorrow to beIn the early morning glowYesterday was somewhere aroundIn its steps and under loadNow again my heart is foundTaking a new way and road Everything so easily goingFilling the woes of the hoursWithout forever really knowingThese weaving minutes’ flowersLove song from the autumn goneInto the new and upcomingTurning the roads that were doneLike a chord of breeze strumming Everything just for a whileIn its corners and flight of hereStructured in timeless styleOf distances’ to its somewhereComing some and going someEverything on the movingEasy going or coming fromIts music flowing of easy grooving… Peter S. Quinn


Everything Is Clear Leaving to another roadEverything is clearGoodbyes to bygone loadArrived has coming yearListen to the new waveThat now follows throughWorth awhile in behaveAll is in there new There is so much to comeWith ways everlastingDon’t know where it’s fromOr its moment's castingAs flowers growing rootsBringing some to findWith new ways and shootsComing about behind Rising into another yearSprinkles of morn dewNow is time of new nearTo be coming in viewFollow in the roads aheadThe young becoming oldSo many flowers in the bedThat no one can hold Peter S. Quinn


Everything Is Going Everything is goingFilling that stands stillLosing to old glowingNever to fulfillLine to a line drawingEmpty in every takeThrough present pawingWith its future quakeDown into old exhaustImagination wendingSome get tossed and lostIn their transcendingEndlessly still to comeView of ages that waitWhere every root is fromGrowing new mandate Peter S. Quinn


Everything Is Going... Everything is going as it goesFull of hope for a new dayOn to moments as the wind blowsAnything that was here to play Dreams are fable in their tryWith every turn on beingJust like the faraway skyThat we think we are seeing Many dreams will turn before you knowAnything at all that isn’t thereFeeling we once had are on the goTurning wheels of time everywhere What I’m here saying is just thisDays aren’t clear or sincerelyWorld is full of opportunity and blissNothing comes forever to be Many dreams will turn before you knowAnything at all that isn’t thereFeelings we once had are on their goTurning wheels of time from here to there Everything is going as it goesFull of hope for a new dayOn to moments as the wind blowsAnything that was here to stay Everything is going as our dreamsWhat we have maybe not be tomorrowMuch of reality only there seemsIn time after time we must borrow Many dreams will turn before you knowAnything at all that isn’t thereMemories in past are like a glowThose thru their days again appear


Everything is going as it goesFull of hope for a new dayOn to moments as the wind blowsAnything that was here to play Peter S. Quinn


Everything Is Going.... Everything is goinginto its past of memory,distance of times growingnothing's forever to be. Everything that was oursgone into days lost,times and timeless flowersthat in our days crossed. You and I never againonly a part of what's gone,through road ways lainpast that went on and on. You had your dreams foundonto your days of living,now they are going aroundand only recollections giving. Everything is turning awayBlue are the hills afar,here comes future of new daygleaming in distant like a star. Where will tomorrow turn?How shall it go from there?Yesterdays many still yearnHello newcomers from everywhere. Hello newcomersFrom everywhere! Peter S. Quinn


Everything Is Still Singing Everything is still singingThrough the ageless thoughts comingThe trials of yesterday’s bringingTo the mount of higher summingSecrets around the roses fallingTo the clandestine of burning tint fireWhen the autumn in earth is callingAnd giving back some lost desire Daydreaming songs in the learningFilling up the heart and spaceWhile we are still here yearningIn our many thoughts and waysSongs of the undisclosed like angelsGiving their passing and flightFingerprints of time through the galesSunset burning flame to the night I have hope across the wildnessIt’s never been easy to walk on throughSomberly colors in their mildnessShall guide now both me and youIn every truth is much understandingTo receive us on through their blessingEvery day on Earth is mind-expandingWatching and wonder - steps finessing Peter S. Quinn


Everything So Faraway (From, Without A Doubt) Everything so farawayNothing seems now closeEvening is coming to the dayLight to the dark it goesSunshine somewhere out thereFinding new save roadsWhen darkness comes be awareWhat thru the air floats Stillness in the air tonightEnough for each ones wishesWhen starry fallings brightThrough the dark sky missesSomewhere dreams will goTo the end of a nowhereThere shall be an evening glowFor each heart to share Sunshine somewhere so are youDeep inside of all thisEverything now to renewFor another tomorrow’s blissCome and go and turn to ageEvery burning thought to holdTimes are rocking in their weightAs they start to unfold Peter S. Quinn


Everything’s Falling Down Apart There is no point no moreOnly something that has gone awayWhat this was once all forDidn’t last and didn’t stayThe hours of its possibilityAre just rushing with each feelAnd coming in with its realityMaking the fancies become real I'm running away to my dreamsTrying to find a way reaching goalsBut nothing anywhere now seemsThose thoughts don't have any roles Everything’s falling down apartWith no catchy phrases playingThe deep roots of my beating heartEverything now down weighingI'll catch a breath and be goneOn to the ocean of holding backAnd nothing is there going onOnly some thoughts losing track All that was is hanging aroundIn my conscious mind and just spendingHolding back somewhere be foundNothing to the outside comprehending Feelings mean allot but they'll goJust as those times that were hereAnd before it's all lost I will knowThere is no more to give or shareChances I believed in they are lostWith every time spending and makeForever can't once more be crossedIt’s just gone in trying and retake Everything’s falling down apartWith no catchy phrases playing


The deep roots of my beating heartEverything now down weighingI'll catch a breath and be goneOn to the ocean of holding backAnd nothing is there going onOnly some thoughts losing track I'm running away to my dreamsTrying to find a way reaching goalsBut nothing anywhere now seemsThose thoughts don't have any roles Everything’s falling down apartWith no catchy phrases playingThe deep roots of my beating heartEverything now down weighingI'll catch a breath and be goneOn to the ocean of holding backAnd nothing is there going onOnly some thoughts losing track Everything’s falling down apartWith no catchy phrases playingThe deep roots of my beating heartEverything now down weighingI can't go on with nothing thereThese times are now so aloneI've tried my best to go from hereBut I'm just stuck as a stone Peter S. Quinn


Everything's Perfect In Imperfectness Everything's perfect in imperfectnessIt has its meanings in its purest waysFlowing and altering of lives transgressThat into moments of arrival playsTomorrow meeting in it's freshly bearTo go with evening's acquaintance onAnd equally together - this to share:Before the radiance from the eyes is gone Each heart that is love friendliness feelingFrom the throbbing pounding of the insideLike a song of circling tides of expectEach of each love with affection stealingLike a star that on pearly thread must glideTo those feelings - never to be of neglect Peter S. Quinn


Everything's Turning Everything's turning like love songs in dustWithout me ever going if dreams come trueFeelings without their passion - into the rustAll like fog on the stones coming throughDeep in the blossoms of many colors glowsInspiringly and suddenly in the breezeLove I had, like falling petals of a roseNow they all seem like the autumn leafless trees Golden in their glowing my thoughts are now freeSuddenly in rush of a lone winter songThose ardor feelings from the inside of meWheat in the breeze with a heartbeat to long As time goes, life goes on its turning wheelIn sunset glows tomorrow - nothing seems real Peter S. Quinn


Everywhere Around Pleasantly like roses areEverywhere aroundAcross the heavens afarWhere twinkling’s foundOur love appears like thisFilling up the new dreamsWith every effortless kissThat in happiness seemsYoung like you and meEverywhere aroundLike the clouds above freeThat our eyes have foundLove is dreams come trueNever to be aloneSo much to me and youTo give of its right tone Longings that call on nowEverywhere aroundShall come to be somehowWhen we've our love foundSomeone like you that givesEverything with its certaintySo every moment livesJust for these times to be Peter S. Quinn


Everywhere I Go Everywhere I go,There is a time to care;You and I know,What we both can share.Spring is a feeling,With the days and night;Fair in each dealing,Forward in their flight. Be flexible in line,What the future brings;You will then feel fine,When the day sings.Onward heartfelt themes,That were born of today;When the rivers of dreams,To the ocean play. Everywhere I look,I am hoping for more;Like an open book,That washed here ashore.Tides that drift and stay,Color filling up the eyes;In the summer's forward play,Till the morning dies. Peter S. Quinn


Everywhere We Go Everywhere we goThere is something newDirections to and froAlways coming throughThe times to rememberIn hours long lostAll the many embersOf earth's wounded rust Living day by dayIn varieties oppressCame as it mayWith stupor and caressBehind the time-tableIts work is broughtWith what it's then ableFrom the ways it’s taught Losing credibilityFrom its palpably projectNeeding more simplicityNot to be in neglectWalking increasing speedTime is of importanceBetween words then readSomething is left for a chance Peter S. Quinn


Exotic Things Exotic things,Emotional strings;Love of the spirit,Cleaver and wit. Keep every aspect,Show every respect;Letters of the alphabet,Spellings, colors, red. Amour in love,Like a peaceful dove;Sweet and fragile,Tender with style. Opening a heart,From the first start;Waves from the sea,Billows inside of thee. Love is so timeless,Always eager and fresh;For words of the tongue,It keeps it so young. Use every word,And the meaning will flirt;Come life to you,So different and new. The vernacular spark,Will bliss up the dark;And give you blue sky,That hard is to defy. Exotic things,Onward it clings;Bouquet of meaning,Of personal dreaming.


How I love thee,Who gives to see;What is there on,In books that are done. Scriptures and books,Flocks of herds;Contents and looks,The flying birds. How I love thee,For always and always;A knowledgeable sea,All playfully phrase. You, authors gave,Of a golden tongue;Thoughtful and brave,Eternally young. Peter S. Quinn


Exploding Stars And Green Leaves From a stony tower the hawks are seenDaughter and sons of the blue daybreak's skyThe lightening of the morning that's beenClose to this our world before they did flyGreen leaves of morning that showed their truthExploding stars that in silences livedWhere every dream comes forth in youthDrops of this world in a light that has lived Everything new from sun and the starsTongues of the dew's in thundering fallsFreshly in glowing and full of its moonFrom under its thick-shadowed night radarsWhere the tranquility that has lived callsIn the electrified names of things tune Peter S. Quinn


Eyes When the day is onto the nightAnd my feelings are scattered aroundIn the depth of its embracing flightWith my heart in it nowhere found When the clouds are drifting on highAnd my shadows are growing here stillWith a passion fallen to nearly dieIn pointless mixtures of nothing to fill I know my love is like clouds in sunRivers of going to the endless seaEvery thought is then on its own runDeparting all the steps inside of me Love song that came and had to go wrongWith a dream in its black and white blueSomething to sing in an ongoing songEverything there except the part of you Sky of its falling onto the deepFlowers of moments that never were hereEyes of our emotion in bottomless sleepThe lights of our feelings once so near You gave me dreams that never seem thruAll is thus endless and sleeping with starsThe days of continual all belong to youTimes are a changing deep wounds and scars Peter S. Quinn


Eyes Across The Sky (Look up, look with your eyes across the sky -Any pair of eyes will do!) Look up – look with your eyes across the sky.Look up – look with your eyes across the sky.Look up (see all the magic there on high)Look up see the summer sun shiningLook up (to all the clouds there going by)Look up see how they drift in timeless timing. Eyes across the skyAre waiting to meet another new day,Waiting to meet another new day. Look up – look with your eyes across the sky.Look up – look with your eyes across the sky.Look up (for imaginations you desire)Look up see the summer sun shining.Look up (to contact the clouds higher)Look up see the summer sun shining. Eyes across the skyAre waiting to meet another new day,Waiting to meet another new day. (Across the sky) Everybody... your eyes across the sky,Look up – look with your eyes across the sky,Look up (see all the magic there on high)Look up see the summer sun shining.Look up (to all the clouds there going by)Look up see how they drift in timeless timing. Eyes across the skyAre waiting to meet another new day,Waiting to meet another new day. Eyes across the sky


Are flying in a fantasy play,Flying in a fantasy playNow and forever – today.Today! Peter S. Quinn


Eyes Of Everlasting Turning Ways Eyes of everlasting turning waysThe wandering high and lowsA heart that dreamt of kingdom playsLike a golden thread that always glowsEach tear that dries on a chinOr drops down to a stoneEndless hours of its touching spinWhen feelings are alone These are my words to the worldI shall not say againFor silver coins are always hurledThrough each of contrast reignAnd death is like its own kingdomWith everything like thisYou can not teach wise words to someFor those will always miss Peter S. Quinn


Eyes Of The First Light (From, Without A Doubt) Strings of care for in summer's nightBeautiful days of its glowing shadesOn to early cock-crow coming brightEvery glistening start to muted fadesDays and looks of the drifting cloudsWith flowers to touch and hours to feelSummer in misty and woody shroudsSo much of reason and so much unreal Sky of the night here is glistening onThrough going lights of the Milky WayCarrying old dreams till they're goneIn the rousing of a freshly instinctive dayEyes of the first light brightening highThrough every rising opening new glowEvery of life's footfall again will tryTo experience its existence and then go Day is so easy at dawn's early gleamWhen the daylight hour begins to showWhen veracity is nothing but a dreamA torch of a morning increasing in slow Peter S. Quinn


Faces Of The Unknown Day and night comeThrough its purest spaceLike a fragrance blossomAre their many waysGolden spurs awakeDressed in gown of nightEach oblivion takeTo its restless flight Times in distance afarOn flowing on and onBillowing the marTill the future's goneFaces of the unknownEons blown to darkRoads that aren't shownRecite in their embark Light in the footstepsFor what is comingClear not in preceptsOr deduct summingLike an auricular seaDeep water deliverStreams coming to beFrom the eternal river Day and night comeThrough its purest blissLike a redolent blossomThe flush of the abyss Peter S. Quinn


Facing The Truth Is A Fight – A Song So much is drifting awayInto the day by daySunshine and flowers for everyoneSoon they’ll lose and be goneHeart to heart like a stoneTill you settle down and aloneWhat is it with every song?Why do we sing it still along Rise and fall by your waysTempers of its turning graceSomething in what you saidOr in the papers old you readYou can not your fate’s castDreams need its nature to lastEverything is lost in the crowdsOver blueberry hills - in clouds So much is never to stayDoesn’t matter what you’ll sayPlayful moments they goJust like the breeze down the rowYou have to start to be sureWhat becomes right in its store?Facing the truth is a fightThat maybe is wrong though you’re right Many scars are of its worthJust like the ways of this earthYou better try them and keepFind their currents and deepLike anyone knows what to wearSo should you each way compareBut never be too smallTo rise not again when you fall You have to start to be sureWhat becomes right in its store?Facing the truth is a fight


That maybe is wrong though you’re right Peter S. Quinn


Fall Between My soul would love to be thereAlone in its peaceful mindFall between wisdom everywhereLeaving structured reality behindFootsteps of echoing spaceSomething to construct or findOutward appearance in all its waysInside and outside of mind Yesterday sometimes like newTomorrow that comes in peaceThat is in reality completely trueIs what you from inside can seeGoing thru its experience hoursIs what you know and can trustSo is it with concreted flowersThat time swallows to its dust My space is inside acquaintanceTwo bladed perceptions acrossDeclining times rumbling trancePerfectly fine-tuned from chaosGoing thru building and breakingDeep from the hollow of its viewInside your thoughts are takingSome that becomes part of you Peter S. Quinn


Falling - Sonnet Here is my joy and here is my sorrowOnly feelings can depart what they bringEvery hour's an onward step tomorrowWith what we give and in our heart can singYou are hope if you follow right and wrongEvery trial has its destiny to goTo be the beat in your heart you could longIs only from the inside settling to know We have brothers and we have sisters fallingThe sky's sometimes unclear and not blueBut a heart to heart - to you is callingTo make your decision and become trueI have love and so do you with all thisThough sometimes it all seems like bliss Peter S. Quinn


Falling Diamonds All the falling diamonds are always hereSome easy going like a river falling streamIn our dreaming and from everywhereLike a beautiful worthy inside dream Some are though quite different in their whileWhat shall become of them who really knows?Broken up into many other styleFor every dream have its certain glows Days are giving their glistening prospectOne for each step through its tomorrow onLater they will show their role and affectWhen within their quality they have gone Diamonds of shine - are seen in every placeJust do a search around numerous ways Peter S. Quinn


Falling Fall Falling fallIn endless graysDarkness to callIts deep shrivel waysBlossom bloomsDry and in bleachFrom winter doomsThat death did reach You gave a heartIn bottomless oceanA hurting dartIn your emotionWhat is there to feel?That comes to makeYour memories unrealAs they doth awake My love´s tryIs opening upTo a clouded skyAnd gray bottomless cupAll what I have foundThru days goneTheir inside soundThat now seems done Peter S. Quinn


Falling In Love In September Falling in love in SeptemberIs now once more trueWhile the wishing stars emberIn the faint night to renewWith a feeling so apartIn their directions dancing goRight from this and that heartWith deep dark again to know With this loveliest love songThat is to an end untimelyIn a waltz and a sing-a-longAloft and set high sublimelyIn an alluringly seductive wayWhen spirit's of love’s out stretchedAnd together in beats would playWhen they to love are etched Falling in love and be touched ofEvery comparable turning tooOn like a passionate turtle doveFlying across wide sky and blueSo much here to give and takeWith blue feeling coming tonightFrom moments of joy to wakeWhen fervent day was bright (Today I’ve been reading some lyrics by Lorenz Hart, from ‘The Complete Lyricsof Lorenz Hart’; Hart wrote about 500-600 lyrics and was called the Poet ofBroadway.) Peter S. Quinn


Falling In Love With Love Falling in love with love,There's nothing like this,Become like someone you love,Is what I hope for and miss.My love is lonely tonight,When the stars shine on so bright,What is for me now right,Is perhaps all out of sight? Falling for someone like you,Is it just impossible?Why is my heart so blue?Am I just another fool?The night is ascending,Dark hours coming in soon,My wishes comprehendingIn shadows from the moon. Falling in love with love,There's nothing like this,Become like the one you love,Is it impossible to wish?Now in this gleaming light,Perhaps I've lost my flight,But I shall hold on so tight,Never give up on that fight. Peter S. Quinn


Falling Through Falling throughLike raindrops comingMe and likewise youWe are all blossomingLike ageless poetryStanding tall in lightLike the branches on a treeIn their mighty height Love songs never dieTill all their love is goneYou and sometimes IHave our peace to carry onWhat is right or wrong?In these moments unkindIs ours to get alongAnd those threads to find Lights of fiery raysEyes of that dreamy touchGlimpse of their blue graysIrises saying – love’s muchTeardrops like a sphereGlistening in their dropDarling stay with me hereAnd bring my world up Darling stay with me hereAnd bring my world up Peter S. Quinn


Faltering Beats Faltering beatsAs the time moves onNot easy going streetsOf the old foregoneSideways to walkingReaching each turningTongues of chalkingSome aspect learning Riding away yesterdaysEvery its departing hourSolemn of the interplaysMinutes they empowerLearning to be inclusiveLike cinders in ashtrayThe realities so illusiveIn every hours interplay Faltering beatsHow they are movingIn their impending featsNow and then improvingWays to go aheadWith every portion of existingThose to those hours embedIn something worth resisting Peter S. Quinn


Fancies - A Kiss (A Song) Give me a new morning to beWith every thought from my heartOnward to live and seeWhere every footstep must startReasons are given and takenCast on the feelings of indifferenceSomber thoughts inside wakenNever to give love a chance A love could be a glow so freshInside for ever growingSunset amber of hope’s enmeshLike a reddish sky glowingWe must our dreams alone giveWith every kiss that was lostBe here in moments to liveBefore the Now becomes dust Imaginations make each livingRight through the times that comeYou must find ways in believingJust like fresh blooming blossomLeave me not here from your touchFor love thrives only from thisSpeak your truth - and give as muchAnd fancies might become a kiss Peter S. Quinn


Fancy All beauty lies withinAnd gives from its pleasuresAll of its tender kinAre of this earth treasuresThey open up the skyTo gives us joy awhileAnd bring us further highSometimes have a smile Let nothing break apartWhat love might give or doIt comes all from the heartAnd then it is up to youWhatever you will makeAnd what will then go onFrom pleasures you can aceIf some not rightly are done Sing and sing your wayTo where each touch belongMornings come bright or grayIn each and every songThere are some moments stillWith everything you needCarry and dreams up fillIf fancy from them you read Peter S. Quinn


Fantaisie Of Spring Ever in closingFrom a moment singIn seeds arousing Flowers make beautyIn each heartbeat styleWind on wind freeLittle lost for awhile Summer’s closing nearIn its fragrance danceLove the hours hereWhile this all’s in trance Yesterdays far goneIn their wintry suiteAll its darkness doneAnd nippy sit out dispute Fantaisie now bringColors of the lightPearls on instant stringWhen there is this bright All my heart is waitingFor the golden riseTruth of dreams debatingOf the summer skies Peter S. Quinn


Far Away Love is shining from nightAround the stars so brightEvery heart to fulfillOf this hour of silent stillDreams of blinks farawayForever on the hemisphere playGive me true love now on to seeLight through dark lifting me Fires come now show early dayColorful morning in its playHold your breath untilFirst of rays are over the hillPromises to be in the heightBring me hope starting its flightGive me true love now on to seeLight through dark lifting me Always we are searching for loveThrough our dreams far aboveWho's out there what do we knowPassion of pearls silver lit glowBringing us from dim and triteStrings of stars over the nightGive me true love now on to seeLight through dark lifting me Peter S. Quinn


Far Out – The Sky (Lyric) Far outThe skyLove reaches emptySomewhere aboutWhere echoes cryFreedom is free Love songOf my heartBeating strongFrom its startFar outThe skyThrough the timeOf reasons foundIn this rimeOf winter hardshipDark Far outThe skyWe must fly onTo the new reachTill the woe is goneTo give and teach Love songOf wildnessBreaking into fireOf life's caressAnd new desireWhere love goes steadyBeat lives thereAnd life is readyTo lead from hereIn this rimeOf winter hardshipDark


Far outThe skyI’ve made out my wingsFalling on wavesTo a distance dawnFar outThe skyWhere echoes singAnd my heart cravesThe silvery swan Peter S. Quinn


Faraway Faraway trains passing byOne by one they goOpening up the blue skyIn their distance flowYesterday became oldOn to the passing hourLife could not to time holdIt was like fading flower Faraway in my lifeTime is running stillParticles of ongoing strifeFor others verve to fulfillAnything will become goneTo the hours driftingSo much has been on and onLike vapor clouds lifting Faraway carriages on byroadsTo the morning comingCarrying someone’s other loadsTo their trial summingWe have time to reach and liveWithin our own waysColors of the hours to giveOn to the future days Peter S. Quinn


Faraway Dream A dream of brightness to faraway deepSummer set moods once so in its glowingFlowers in the bouquets of memoirs keepNow in the tides of withering goingLovers in their thoughts quietly on there playingMoods of yesterdays in alone afarFor nothing in colored streams for long's stayingIt fades all away like a winter star Dusk of time is profound in its kissesRushing the gardens with rustic leavesAnd all in the heart is like soft wishesOpening thoughts to a dream one grieves Quiet in its stillness a dream's like a glowA beat of falling footsteps that must go Peter S. Quinn


Fate Is A Baby Young Eyes – A Song Fate is a baby young eyesIn to a morning daybreakHow in the truth you riseAlways yourself no fakeGive it your trying worthEverything you have gotYou came of this earthWhat you are - what you are not The days are ahead for freeBring them to destinyBe what you want to beMost of it's had for freeOccupy dreams come trueEverywhere you goYou will be always youWalking it to and fro Something you can liveIs always worth its whileWhat you know to giveEach of your footstep's trialNothing is nothing stillSo please give of your loveOthers may find their hillThe dales have them plenty of *Sorry about the Blue versus Young, - the word is Young, not Blue; and the faultis ours. The word got somehow scrambled through the cell phone… The Crew Peter S. Quinn


February River (From, Lost Song Poems) I believe in freedomEvery day and year,And that peace will comeWithout shedding a tear;Every try and errorOn the road that will redd,Will flow till its bearerIs again once ahead. February river February riverFlowing to the new spring,All new life will deliverWhat the heart will then sing. I believe in singingWhen the hours are dark,Days are in bringingNew summer to the park;Every way is clearingThe sky becomes blue,Dun clouds away steeringVerve afresh renew. February river February riverFlowing to the new spring,All new life will deliverWhat the heart will then sing. Peter S. Quinn


Feel Joy Feel joy in whatever ye'll dothen it becomes a part of you,you'll live longerbecome stronger,- everything renew and renew. Peter S. Quinn


Feel My Heart (From Rock Star) Feel my heart just forever giving,We both know what love is for;Every breath is worth its living,Drifting beats from hearts ashore.What our taste is for this moment,Will be all that we for life need;Take away every constrainment,For a cup of love is never emptied. The touch tonight means forever,What was made not to be broken;Every taste has its true endeavour,Softly the words together are spoken.Bring together those feelings alive,That will know whom we really are;Come so close let this love arrive,Accumulations of dreams reservoir. Taste my ways these sweet minutes,When we know we can't understand;Two people in love always aggregates,Each other in their deepest of heartland.World of everything has its own purpose,Bringing each wanting to its new truth;Why else is all this earth's doubtfulness,With forces of nature agreeing to sooth. Peter S. Quinn


Feel The Music Feel the musicAs it comes inFeel time's tickInside its spin Rising and flowingMissing a beatAnd sometimes goingOn a lonely street Feel the musicOf your dayAnd its newest trickOn strings that play There with a guitarWaiting its feelIn thoughts afarPerhaps some unreal Love song of touchOf a beat heardThey give so muchNot speaking a word Feel the musicCircling my ringLove’s like a wickOr quench hesitating Peter S. Quinn


Feeling The Darkness Feeling the darkness go byAnd again to reappearUpon that 'this and that sky'Going to eyes nowhereNow twilight's in atmosphereTransporting the stars inWith a heart of empty fearSightless of darkish grin Into the lost dark kingdomsDisguises of dreams areThe strength of its amalgamsAnd each of the armoireSwinging in broken columnTrees of the weary windNear to the land of solemnJointly the roads twinned Crossing the staves of a fateNear to the broken stoneVoices in its emptiness madeEach in the anguish aloneA blossom has fallen so gentleTossed in a blanket whiteGenerous with its sacramentalToward the prince of night Peter S. Quinn


Feelings FeelingsOf coming togetherIn one drop,The rain,The sphere,The cloud,All of distancesAfter the first bornYou;I,CloudsEndlesslyEver,Or never,Running ourFateAloneIn the dark. Peter S. Quinn


Feelings (From, Rock Star) You and I don't waste nothing,Fresh it's going to the heart;Feelings for tomorrow must sing,If you give them each a start.What I find I may not lose,For the sake of what I feel;Steps twining in lost avenues,Life is how you make a deal. Never be alone inside a crowd,So much depends on each thought;Every reason can be reavowed,With fires within that may be caught.Begin a day with something fresh,For all lost feelings and disarray;Give some excitement gooseflesh,Bring in new order for the day. You and I just reaches apart,Like drifting clouds in the air;Only a heart knows where to start,Love and giving - know how to share.All is in all - just what I feel,Begin to give waste not a flow;Summer is in - love is for real,Bring in your feelings for tomorrow. Peter S. Quinn


Feelings Are Always (From My Musical, This Is MyLife) Feelings are always givingSomething to break and doStriving blooms at livingIt's all so much up to youA daylight that's forgottenInto its past if its ownLike leaves of yellow rottenUnder the snowy white gown Many things like the starsFilling up empty spacesFixing the traces blue scarsInto their many ways'sComing out to be and belongSomething you will rememberA verse of a forgotten songStill so full and amber Feelings are always closeLike the heart in its beatFulfillments that goesTo the lonesome back streetLike stars in the moonlightGleaming that lingers onWhile we are apart tonightAfter the daylight's gone Peter S. Quinn


Feelings Are Always For Us (From, Even Though ThereAre No Reasons) Feelings are always for usLiving and givingComing clearly acrossSimply by believingYesterday had no one’s chanceBut now we have everythingPassions like romanceOf its liberty we now sing The dream ways aheadWith much to liveQuarrels’ of war is deadWith nothing to giveSummer full skies of blueComing in to your reachJust be to them trueGive from and someone teach Feelings are close and nearSummer is here to stayGive from your heart and careInto a soulful playLet nothing be wrongOnly of hope and tryLove is the morning songDispute has said its goodbye Peter S. Quinn


Feelings Are Fine Feelings are fineIn every game of lifeRain come and sunshineFor it you must strifeLove is like this tooIn all its relivesSo much to give and doInside its retrieves Lonely hearts walkingSpinning wheels of timeSo much nonsense talkingDownfall and its primeEasygoing to nowhereOnly to stand and waitFilling up lonely atmosphereIn every going debate Song of hearts makingGiving an hour's touchAnything in its wakingWith every small and lotsStep by step here thruAll is revising onWhat you and I should doBefore these feeling are gone Peter S. Quinn


Feelings Are Never Free (From, Poet On Www) Feelings are never free,They are like fire that's dwelling;Or flickering there about free,Bound to enchanting spelling.A heart is young or it's old,With feelings that give and touch;You can not this love hold,Even though you long for it much. Rustic like the leaves in fall,The memories that grow away;When destiny to feelings call,There is no more or further to say.Feelings are never free,They're always in the hands of fate;What must there be - must be,And sometimes we see it too late. Go with the dying autumn light,Wishes that dwell on - no more;Now is time for Icarus last flight,With the wings that the air abhor. Peter S. Quinn


Feelings From The Inside Feelings from the insideThrough the motions goSlowing down or abideIn their easy way on flow Lines of hours gaspingTurning point in timeWith their shallow graspingIn hours of molding prime What is love inside of this?In a world of realityNothing but a turning blissFeelings coming free Within skies or empty placeTheir going footstepsThat the knots will laceAfter some broken precepts Peter S. Quinn


Feelings Liberated Make the sunshine come up here around youLike the waves of the open dark seaFeel it surround you and make again freeWith its rising from daybreak to come throughEvery motion is within the soulLike a dream that's always inside quite nearGiving meaning and everything wholeGoing from every cubicle inside there Like a flower spreads seeds to the earthSo your heart gives feelings liberatedFrom the strings of the past of your desireEach motion is like waves of its birthWith the leaves of the spirit there weightedLike dawn reddish sky in its rising fire Peter S. Quinn


Feelings Like Fever (From New Waves To The Shore) I have dreamt every dream to come trueWith the love songs that are coming once moreEvery hour to be here by with youEvolving each new word what those dreams areGiving glow of every day and nightThat I have enjoyed being here with you and closeLike a summer with daybreak in so bightAnd every cloud that from clear sky goesHere with you I'm tenderly almost goneWith the thousands of holdings and its careFeelings like fever in evenings onFrom your marrow and climax it will steerLike sunset to afternoon you bring dreamsStar glisten skies in their unresting reams Peter S. Quinn


Feelings Of Beings From somewhere a day is comingJust as my hours are goingTogether they are all summingWhatever there is there growingTurning the page of the agesThrough every aspect of lifeGiving its prospecting wagesThat to the moments must strife Feeling the darkness of wantingEverything comes to day's heightThrough streets of mystic chantingWhere there was once some nightFeelings of beings and findingSteadfastly splitting every tryMoments of today some blindingWith their clouds in their sky Yesterday rivers are palingIn to the forest of restingComing and going or veilingRound their wings adjustingLove songs to drink like black wineFrom the breast of all beingProgress of past must some shineFor generations later on seeing *After reading, Interior and Across by O. Paz - I wrote the above. Peter S. Quinn


Feelings... Love songs of love were lonelyLike dreams that are goingYou and your heart onlyWith every emotion flowingDays were long in their turnWhen our beats were newPassions that we now yearnEvery part that is true Feelings that gave us moreThen we did know of muchOpening up affections doorWith every smile and touchWe were young and sweetEndlessly making wishesInside our heart to treatBurning on morning kisses Yesterday then never wasOnly tomorrow’s new waysNothing ever came to lossMoods never turned to graysLove songs in wings heightMaking our heart strongNever showing any frightBecause nothing could go wrong Peter S. Quinn


Few Words Sweet baggyNewspaper-filledNew York A dollarTo city-of-dreamsIn the snow Gray-flannel GershwinSays: rememberYellow-cabAnd Broadway Musical Peter S. Quinn


Fields Of Love Fields of loveYour heart with its longingDistance glows from aboveIn our day and becomingFields of goldEvery dream to its highFreshly moments to holdNever again to die Fields to lastAnd bringing its glow aroundDreams to gentleness castThose are all inside foundLove is treasures never goingFilling the years onFields of touch in its glowingNever from us gone Fields of togethernessTheir moments to touchTaking away life’s bitternessAnd affecting us muchWhatever it is we’re made fromFrom snow to earth dark tinWherever its colors blossomLove is its truest within Freedom to all! Peter S. Quinn


Fields Of Summer Growing Fields of summer growingStrong in tinctures glowingThrough the days and nightDaybreak’s sun and light The distant arrayed skiesIn their bluish highsFields in all forms seenWith shades of fancies between Wings of dare and songHopeful each day strongWith their dreams in heartFrom the forests apart Delusions in paint dressedEach their moment blessedFilling up with desireAll what passions aspire Water in clasping splashPoetic timorous balderdashEvery shade now so dearThat lingers on to here Beauty frame in symmetryGiving its green to each treeForms of land and airAll pursues to meet us there Peter S. Quinn


Fields Of The Evening My song of the evening is to youIllumining my thoughts in blossomsFor moments and hours to renewForgotten days that insistence humsPearls of night and hours peacefulFields of dream works never to beRaw materials of memories that pullGiving their waves from eternal sea I realize now what music they giveEach receding morning the futures onHow every life is hurrying on to liveTill there is only - its past in there doneFields that possess each their miracleAs it awakes each morning to a songTunes of the temperament so lyricalThe dances to pulsing - that go along My song in imaging every small castTurning and turning the wheel's tidePaths of my yearning that has grassedNow into a song my mind-settings guide Peter S. Quinn


Fields Of Time So much green, so much blueIn every days of coming renew Flowers born from their seedOf the earth and in its deed Love that’s wild in all its playOf pleasures breeze of the day So much here to give and takeAs the morning comes to awake So much sky so much seenEvery hour of its between Pleasures born and then goingEvery day its truth showing In their wakes of the beautifulWhere the fields of flowers rule Pleasures coming to nestAll that's within one’s own breast Yesterday that once was hereThose seeds now everywhere Fields of time in green and blueEverything that comes here thru As the day grows in its flightBringing fragrances to its height When love is in the breeze of airFrom you to me and both to share Peter S. Quinn


Fill My Fire (From 'Meet The Moments') Stand by me for another dayAnd fill my empty bluing heartThere are turning in directions wayTo each find and from each start Let me love youTill the day is gone to blueFill my fire the night throughOf sweetness from youLet my life begin againWith its mixture and its strainLove is heartfelt painIn disguise or simple and plain Every day is of burning desireClose to you and never departingKeep my heart in its fireTill again we in distance are starting I have you like a love songSomething to do and bring closeFor every beat that is still youngI will raise in each its goes Every day is of burning desireClose to you and never departingKeep my heart in its fireTill again we in distance are starting Close to you and never departingClose to you from where we are startingClose to you close up to you Something so true for two by twoAlways in emotions from inside thisRight or wrong it's all up to youHow it comes and why it is Let me love you


Till the day is gone to blueFill my fire the night throughOf sweetness from youLet my life begin againWith its mixture and its strainLove is heartfelt painIn disuse or simple and plain Every day is of burning desireClose to you and never departingKeep my heart in its fireTill again we in distance are starting Peter S. Quinn


Fill My Lonesome Daydream Fill my empty spaceEach inside of its happinessWith colorful bouquet’s traceThat gives a feeling of caressA nature to read onWhen summer is here closeBefore its blue dream is goneInside that falling rose Oh wind come with a songFrom outside my windowFor days of tomorrow to longBefore it all again shall goThere are so many pagesTo give of tinctures to seeFull of summers assuagesFrom each new morning free Fill my lonesome daydreamOf what my heart can findBefore mellow shall deemAnd leave those colors behindEach view in its long hushFrom leaves of inspirationForenoon of a coming lushOf every nucleus gradation Peter S. Quinn


Finally Finally we are equalThat is the place to beFinally we are equalYes finally we are freeThere are dreams in our heartFrom this moment to startWith so much to giveIn rejoice and to liveEvery walk in the pastIs now in for its trustWe were flowers and seedThat in past did bleedBut now is our hopeTo hold on to that strong rope Finally we are equalThat is the place to beFinally we are equalYes finally we are freeThere is so much to doBring it forward and throughWith the feelings insideThat will be our guideWhat we want to bringAnd about much to singSo we prosper to liveAnd from ourselves giveThere were moments of strifeIn our thoughts and lifeBut now the new shall arriveWhere all our hope will thrive Finally we are equalThat is the place to beFinally we are equalYes finally we are freeGive from everything like thisDon’t just make moment’s blissBut the true reality to go


What we share and what we knowLet’s build responsibilityIn its greatest durabilityAnd the rise of new day to comeWhere every prosper is fromThere is hope in this allNever let it again fallMake the final takes a goCome now start freedom show! Finally we are equalThat is the place to beFinally we are equalYes finally we are free Ask not what the countryCan do for youBut be its strong supportThat makes it all come through Walking my way with my brotherIn every its turn and trialWhere before my father and motherHad some of the flourish denialWhere everything was in brambleIn every its thorn and dinThrough struggling ways and rambleFor the growing to be akinWhere our ancestors are to leadWith their written words and tonguesSo we might someday it readAnd be their voice and lungs Oh give the music its true worthOf singing and the melodySo we might prosper this earthAnd become of troubles freeOh give us the music from birthIn each of its going harmony In each our walk and waiting tryWe consider the changing paces


Where the heart meets the skyIn every its way and graces So much is to reconsiderAnd what we must for future aimSo we may come out fitterIn peace and be the same The road is still to be madeTo be someone to growAnd not to the moments fadeThat falls in its furloughThere is safeness on the sideTo give us something moreAnd there for each freedom abideAnd reach to its peaceful shore These times must be in safeTo bring us forward stillIn every instances waifTo climb to the highest hill Love everything in rightFor that has given the dayAnd sketched for further lightTo lead the tomorrow's wayWhen tracks of time be broughtInto the raised battlefieldWhere love must come from thoughtThat generation appealedThrough every struggling grain Each struggle is not plainAnd driven through struggleThere is so much strainIn times of hope and juggle Love is so much to giveAnd conquering from thereWe must in justice liveFor us in just adhere


The love is never easyIn times that move alongThere might be some breezyIn hours timeless songAnd fall be cast on lightOn days from bright to darkFor sometimes there is nightAway in glowing spark Today is sparkle timeOf glowing airFor now is the time madeTo go finally thereIn to the billow's highAnd reach our new skyWith hope of every brimFrom the deep of the dimThe growing of glowingOf well-to-do times to comeWith all the best forwardEach fragile bloom Finally we are equalThat is the place to beFinally we are equalYes finally we are freeThere are dreams in our heartFrom this moment to startWith so much to giveIn rejoice and to liveEvery walk in the pastIs now in for its trustWe were flowers and seedThat in past did bleedBut now is our hopeTo hold on to that strong rope Long lastFreedom has come! -


Good luck to the new US President, Barack Obama Peter S. Quinn


Find Your Way You and ITomorrow alwaysWhen the day comes to grow Each footstep onTill the day is hereWe both made Wake up to this callBefore time goes to dustIn the dark deep Find your wayIn the heart of tomorrowAs the wind blows Follow and adjustEverything is hereIn this earth rustThat makes footstepsTo everywhere Love songs can never goIn the time of glowingIf you won't there followWithout ever slowing Rise up to your go-goingBelow the summer riseWhen the seeds are glowingIn their darning size You and ITomorrow alwaysWhen the day comes Each footstep onTill the day is hereWe both made


Peter S. Quinn


Finding A Crack (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) All the days come and goBring me this and thatBefore drifting on Like footsteps in the snowIs all what I hadBefore they are gone Daydreaming and tryingTo find some reality in thisSometime unrealistic flyingMaking an untimely wishStaring at the wallFinding a crack in the landscapeStanding being smallMoving into shape All the days come and goBring me this and thatBefore drifting on I just wish I could knowWhat everything's aboutBefore I move into doubt Peter S. Quinn


Finding Dreams Another day is going byFull of dreams that never wereIt's a love song to dieOn to the hearts of somewhere Life is so short to liveDon't let it all be gone to soonEverything you dream and giveCan become another tuneLove is never easy hereThe world is full of wishesSomething coming here and thereLike loves and kisses Open up your heart and tryFinding dreams that never stayMake connections and a tieWhen love comes your way So much wonder so much expectDreams are carrying your partIf you don't your love neglectSomething will come into your heart Life is so short to liveDon't let it all be gone too soonThe old and forgotten to reviveSoon there'll be spring and JuneLove is an ever road to goWith all the reasons to give and tryYou will know yes you will knowWhen there's love and another tie Everything closes or opens upNothing to worry really aboutLike rivers float down and never stopThere is hope and doubt Another day is going by


Full of dreams that never wereIt's a love song to dieOn to the hearts of somewhere Life is so short to liveDon't let it all be gone to soonEverything you dream and giveCan become another tuneLove is never easy hereThe world is full of wishesSomething coming here and thereLike loves and kisses Finding dreams... Peter S. Quinn


Fire And Ice Nature Day and night poles apart flaming flameMoods of the contrast to carry here onFlowing their times until they are doneSomething of feral for life to tameSunshine brings day but moon gleams the twilightThe moods to the dreams and fun at the seaEverything's turning epoch's to beGlowing of evenings and stars in bright Icily cold till spring is green and tannedWith precious small flowers some blue and redAnd golden sunshine from pure azure skyEach wave from deep oceans on black beach sandWeaving erosion to wilderness bedTo this fire and ice nature I can't say goodbye Peter S. Quinn


Fire Inside (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) Fire insideThrough the years must glideDays coming throughEach one is new Through each life's tideStormy weather rideGray and darkish hueBlending futures cue Fire insideWith fire insideHeart and feelings bide... Yeah! Fire insideWith fire insideHeart and feelings bide Days are clearing the nightOn and on we will goInto inspirational flightCome let your wings grow Peter S. Quinn


Fireflies The summer of joy is here to stayLike blossoms of winter's deepThe hours are gone into their playNone of its bouquets to keepDone in its way and forever goneSomething of love some of darkNow there's its hollow echoing onGlow of light like fireflies spark All that was here's nowhere moreA faraway heaven's timeless starRays to the night or futures of loreInto the deep of a changeless afarLife's like a carousel going here byEverything comes to its last startLike a daylight of new opening skyBeginning of years until its depart These are wheels of times fulfillSeeds of their growth and givingBorn to be wise then to be stillAll in conduct and times of livingWinter of night in unknown deepDreams that were once desireWho'll its perceptions now keepWhen its ways are gone and fire Peter S. Quinn


Fires Of Flaming Made (From, Even Though There AreNo Reasons) Where is she going now?Love is of sweetness hereFeeling there somehowFinding its ways to adhereLove songs of swiftly airTurning on and aroundDarlings of wild affairSomewhere in sweetness found Fires of flaming madeSteady and coming trueNever to lonesome fadeEach sparks again redoAnswers for some oneFinding a heart to holdPeacefully on and onInto trust manifold Each day is a new giftSaved by the broken sleepTrials of contrast swiftColors for days to keepWhat they have and prayedOnly time rising givesTo every fate it’s laidAnd recollections that lives Peter S. Quinn


First Of First (From, Rock Star) Oh love whispered the wind,Its voice soft and sweet;Years of youth disciplined,Through moments coming beat.The days will become years,With each life reaching high;In laughter and with tears,As days and nights passes by. Slipping the folders through,The silences and future's talk;Yesterdays gone for the new,As seasons circle and walk.Among shatterers turning ways,Behind the straws and hills;The minutes of hours and days,All what the future fulfills. Oh love in each dawn and night,So many voices in the river;To newborn child first bight,what thoughts have yet to deliver.Moments both sharp and unreal,The clouds and blue skies among;First of the first when you feel,And life starts to listen and long. Peter S. Quinn


First Page In Septemberthis page is unwritten.With colors from autumn's earthturning the tideto a new dream.The birds have flown awayor are hiding.In silver woods somewherewhere 1001 leaves are falling.I am opening the first page(to write a songI yet don't know…) .Although it’s still only Augustin another time. (Inspiration: First Page by Federico García Lorca: In Marchyou go off to the moon.Leave your shadow behind.The prairies are turningunreal.They’re raining white birds.And I’m stuck in your forest& cry“Open sesame! ”(Could I still be a child?)“Open sesame! ” Peter S. Quinn


First Time Is Forever First time is foreverNothing is in betweenYou can not be cleverWith no experience seenAll is good to know thenHeart is young and trueWe’ll never be there againFirst time is always new You and I like aglowFeeling this inside touchOur thoughts both to showBecause we love so muchOnly the pure and brightEverything that you feelTwo moons into the nightCastles in the sky so real The first time to enjoyWhat only you can giveThose seeds none will destroyOnly be for now and liveYou are so meant for meLike rain meets a flowerSetting my emotions freeTogether forever – this hour Peter S. Quinn


Five Haikus In Autumn - No 1 This day of autumn,like a September song- withering leaves fall. Hours like falling leaves,another day in autumn- ninth of September. Here I'm standing now,in these days of falling dreams- red brown and yellow. Further on dream days,onto darkness of winter- after dancing leaves. Life is autumn now,yesterday and tomorrow- a wonderful time. Peter S. Quinn


Five Haikus In Autumn - No 2 Fly fly summer time,like the foliage fallingeverything must end. Red brownish beauties,dancing the autumnal song- ballet by winter. Sometimes I am dull,like the wintry darkish deep- but fall is my time. I love autumn time,its colors and moodiness- symphony of leaves. Coloring shade book,as summertime says goodbye- dance dance now away! Peter S. Quinn


Five Haikus In Autumn - No 3 Red gold autumn moon,so far far away in summer- now's your occasion. Give more then you get,like the blossoms of summer- dancing ruddy leaves. Symphony of red,in the breeze of dancing leavesthe patch is your stage. Memories beauty,in blossoms of gone summer- I've in heart always. Summer leaves now gone,all for a moment's beauty- shall be remembered. Peter S. Quinn


Five Haikus In Autumn - No 4 Oh you dancing leaves,from the summer now goingwith you autumn's glowing. The newborn living,as fresh as summer flower- autumn's far away. Today you are here,tomorrow your leave's falling- tides of young and old. Youth had its event,in summer of tinted days- hello autumn time. We are the footsteps,days of summer and autumn- times of young and old Peter S. Quinn


Five Riming Haikus Once there's summertime,Like a reason with a rime- Each is off its prime! Sun comes new to bless,Each day when shadows are less- Dark again repress! Summer is still ours,Dreamy days and morning hours- Withering flowers! Night and day are young,In my dream and inspired song- Difference among! Day to night’s coming,Darkness the sky's fingering- To sleep preparing. Peter S. Quinn


Flash Of Fairness Each time is a flowing fallOf drifting disposition to goWith feeling that onward callOn to all the days you know And like the dream that comesTo give its blossoms trueEach weight shall weight it sumsBring it with justice through There is the flash of fairnessThat gives all equivalent rightTrust with its many squarenessTo outline the corners of light For noting is here to be brokenOr brought from its retrospectThat has been denied or wokenFrom wrong doing aftereffect Peter S. Quinn


Flickering Light Flickering light - dream lights!Reflections on the river of timeBlossoms of glow in the flightsLife of light in darkness lime Man is in the middle streamWith his touch and coming dayBreezy whisper like a dreamAs the waves on the river play Life is like a songOr a river flowingBeating heart to longTill its time of goingTides of to and froIn their billows callingWhat do we really know?As the time's falling Flickering light - dream lights!Soon the day is again risingWith lights of highest might’sIn its daybreak surprising Every hour a new it seemFlowing there steadfastly onBreezy whisper like a dreamTill this day is likewise gone Peter S. Quinn


Fljúgandi Fuglar fljúgandi fuglarflugu svo vel?eir fóru í su?urog lengra a? ég telá vængjunum fleyguum veröld alla?eir fóru í flokkumtil fjarlægra fjalla og svo kom veturme? vindana tí?og hrollkaldar vonirum grösuga hlí?ég bí? ?ví og vonaa? vorbo?in einisem ég fuglana telséu hér enn í leyni fljúgandi fuglarflugu svo veler sól var í hagaum bjart sumar ?elen nú ?arf a? muna?ær stundir ljúfarer vetrar nætur ver?aaftur kaldar og hrjúfar Peter S. Quinn


Flow Flow Flow flow with the mighty and strongPassionate ways that love’s bringingThe morning of deep warmth and songWhile the forest birds are singing Bitterly now turn to the other wayNever again to be coming in hereLet’s bring peaceful love to the dayIn heights of its glory everywhere Flow flow my heart like the riversOn to the thoughts that welcome allEach of your way in truths deliversLove is a song of pledges new call Trust lives description for desireHiding the hedges where grave pastHour of morning and glory its fireLove is here staying ever to last Flow flow like air in the blue highFreedom is calling and giving moreNever let hope fall or down dieLet it reach like a boat to the shore Dissolve the hatred that tumbles downInside life seed and deeply is undoGive every root the soil to be grownAll is a part and the making of you Peter S. Quinn


Flow Flow Flow I talk to my heartBecause there I have found youYou are now of me a partWith us together coming throughNew days are coming onIn turning ways and futures comingThe past is though never goneFor those were the seeds of our blossoming I talk to you in my dreamsAnd still you are with me thereWhere reality the past seemsFrom here to the eternal everywhereOh love you are still so closeIn everything I do and try to beThough a day to the past goesYou are always here inside me I talk to my heartWith those songs that I am singingEach day when I startAnd new melodies from my dreams bringingFlow flow flowOn to a new goLet it be a startFor the deepness of your heart I talk to my heartBecause there I have found youYou are now of me a partWith us together coming throughNew days are coming onIn turning ways and futures comingThe past is though never goneFor those were the seeds of our blossoming Flow flow flowOn to a new goLet it be a start


For the deepness of your heartI talk to you in my dreamsAnd still you are with me thereWhere reality the past seemsFrom here to the eternal everywhere Flow flow flow Peter S. Quinn


Flow Winds Of Time Flow winds of timeWhilst the night takes a spinStars are falling in deep primeAs the darkness comes inFeelings like river goingAll is within dream reachNight sky is now glowingIn its twinkling glow bleach Flow on to a daybreak’s lightReach the awaken callIn dreams blue and heightAs the night must fallSilvery dress of the dayAwaken in its true realityEvery dream’s now on its wayTo become once more free Flow to the sounds I heardWhispers in the deep darkLike ravens of a winged birdShadowed dancing embarkLife is like merry-go -roundDeep into their whole makeUntil the light’s again foundAs new cock-crows’ awake Now is the night in its dancingHumming a breeze melodyDreams of bedroom romancingFor a new tomorrow to be Peter S. Quinn


Flower Flower Flower flower,Seasonal art;Gracious thingGlory all worth,New in each spring. Beauty you are,Breaking a heart;Of you I sing,With my full breathAnd spiritual wing. Flower flowerFragile and new,With summer so sweet;Beauty beyond,Tenderly treat. Forever newborn,When summer shall start;Crossing my feetWhen laid across ground,In a garden or a street. Peter S. Quinn


Flower Flower Bloom Flower flower bloomIn your beautiful shadeLet the breeze be your groomAs the garden is made Every hour is freeTouching moments of deepAnd tomorrow shall beWhat this day will reap Feeling softly touchEvery longing to giveColors deepen so muchIf the shades you relive Day and night comeIn the wonders of glowAnd life's like a blossomThat from seeds shall grow Rain's good and sunshineEverlasting with loveGrowing up can be fineFrom those healthful above Flower flower flourish!In your beautiful shadeAnd your day shall be a wishThat in life has been made Peter S. Quinn


Flower Of The Wild Flower of the wildDream of the fieldAll short and styledTo the eyes yieldBorn from a seedValues all worthTinctures you bleedTo all the earth Seeds on to growGolden field’s afarFilling with a glowAll early stages areBeginning tomorrowMaking new livingNo time for sorrowIn its way of giving Just a short whileIn your blossom newEager in its styleShowing colors trueThen is autumn restBlanching its wayIn gray shades abreastTill its winter’s day Peter S. Quinn


Flowers For Her Song Flowers for her songFrom the deep insideWhat a heart might longIn coming EastertideEvery feelings touchFrom the far awayShading touches torchLike coming of new day Glow in yellow glowThe beauty of beyondFrom under spring’s snowNow on earth’s foundEvery rose shall blushAnd bring heart of loveIn colors summer brushOf near and far above Flowers for her treatBouquet of new springComing with life’s beatThose now so freshly singGlow in yellow glowThe beauty of beyondFlow forever their flowIn forest magical found Peter S. Quinn


Flowers For You Flowers for youin my gardens bed,violets that are blueand carnations red. You were a flame in my heartthat gave me so muchand now I will have to startwithout your touch. Mornings come burning onwith days going to night,but still there's spring sunand summer's flaming bright. My darling of memoriesso much is still inside here,recollections like symphonieson blossoming everywhere. Our love's now in forever stillfor what we had of past,thoughts tomorrow we can't fulfillfor they've gone to dust. Yours bed a flowers risedreams of earth and season,but in spirit I still have tieswith its heart and reason. Flowers for youin my gardens bed,violets that are blueand carnations red. You were a flame in my heartthat gave me so muchand now I will have to startwithout your touch.


Peter S. Quinn


Flowers Forgotten Our time has come to the evening nowNothing forever stays the very sameIt escapes to the blue somehowIn to its weak burning flickering flameWhat you have kept in a garden now rustFlowers forgotten in their chilly coldDry rot and forsaken like that of dustNothing to wake its colors to unfold Striped of its hope and never more to singComforting pleasures inside to pleaseOnly sleet that from winter is takenMuch would I give to new posies back bringIn to this sorrow of stripped alone breezeThat plots of dark to life has awaken Peter S. Quinn


Flowers In The Background Flowers in the backgroundOld times in gray and whiteLife songs turning aroundIn their all and different lightDeems of melodies slowThe timbres in hour’s moodAs they turn on and then goIn taste of its beauties fruit You were singing of yesterdayOnce close to days hereThrough windows coming playIn memories from everywhereYou gave your song to meIn dreams of your pleasuresSomething that flowed on freeAnd now the time treasures With sunglasses in tomorrowAhead of today’s now songEach beat in simplicity borrowTo move on and get alongI saw you in my lyric bookAnd I heard your voice hummingLike corners in life streets lookOf sideways blooms blossoming Flowers in the backgroundOld times in gray and whiteLife songs turning aroundIn their all and different lightDeems of melodies slowThe timbres in hour’s moodAs they turn on and then goIn taste of its beauties fruit *To this picture:


Peter S. Quinn


Flowers In The Meadow The Flowers in the MeadowLike strawberries earthFalling whispers soft glowEvery looking’s in worthDreams of loves new springNight is there no moreNow in tunes they'll singOpenness sprits to adore All the falling tune shadingTo the night of a dreamIn summer times up gradingEvery coloring on a steamYesterday’s not enthrallingWith each their efforts tryBecause new time’s callingWithin open blue clouded sky The flowers of my longingsAre in each these routesOf new horizons awakeningsIn the blooming breakoutsEvery door is now openingTo wonderful garden of newTinctured up earth beckoningEvery color of its coming thru Peter S. Quinn


Flowers In Their Sun Flowers in their sunAre now for long awayFor summer is on runFrom winter’s cold dayYou and I in longingOf our dreams going byStep by step prongingWhere future roads lie The day is now in deepIn moods and heart beatOf frosty layers leapAnd empty Crowd StreetTimes that were greenAre now only memoryBy warm view betweenTheir never ending sea Flowers and their seedThat gave pleasures onAre now in snowy readWith the lot that's goneBouquets withering shineWe must wait New YearTo see those seeds grow fineAnd have the colors near Peter S. Quinn


Flowers Like These Gone and gone into the nightStars that were never to shineFlowers of colors brightSomething so precious and fineAll that was ours to takeTime had just made into the dustNothing of pleasures to wakeSo much from earth was lost Rain keeps on falling to nowhereEverything comes just to thisFuture of times now bewareSharing is eternity blissRoads maybe finding new daysBut the hours will never be longThere are so many battling waysNothing comes forever along You and I we had our shareSomething though drove it apartNow it is all gone long from hereBroken up the beating heartDon’t take for granted what you useFor it's just yours awhileSomeday some others will chooseFlowers like these - so fragile Peter S. Quinn


Flowers Of Forgetfulness Flowers of forgetfulnessInto its giving own timeBlackish thoughts so lessNever to blossoms climbReposeful the gone hoursGarden of tormented waysLonesome ebony towersThe chisel stones of grays The words gone tomorrowChirping without intensityNo one will them borrowOblivion will set them freeNot of a hope to turn againJudgements small and dryWho can its nonsene explainWhen it comes here or why They are wings that can’t goFor merely they beat the airNever to reach high or flowAlways to earth’s decay near *(...”Given over to oblivionGrown up and floweringWith incense and taresAnd to the wild buzzingOf a hundred dirty flies” - Arthur Rimbaud) Peter S. Quinn


Flowers Of Spring (From, Rock Star) Give what in you take,Everything is at stake;Turn again your head,For you know it - you are dead! Bleed inside alone,With pretty songs you sing;Down on cobbles stone,Sun and peace you'll bring.Hear the shooting gun,With or without a cause;There are tears inside the sun,When there is life to lose.What you say you say,Bringing tears or smile;In the breeze it'll stay,For some hours while.Know what life all means,Nothing is to be forgotten;Yellow or gray tone beams,The leaves are sometimes rotten. We can have some days,With our inside talk;There are so many ways,As we take our walk. Bleed inside alone,With pretty songs you sing;Down on cobbles stone,Sun and peace you'll bring.Hear the shooting gun,With or without a cause;There are tears inside the sun,When there is life to lose.What you say you say,Bringing tears or smile;In the breeze it'll stay,For some hours while.


Know what life all means,Nothing is to be forgotten;Yellow or gray tone beams,The leaves are sometimes rotten. Know what life all means,Know what life all means,The leaves are sometimes rotten... Peter S. Quinn


Flowers Of The Heart (From, Even Though There AreNo Reasons) Flowers of the heart coilThrough the roots and leavesMany times they foilWith the tides and weavesDeeply into earth groundAfflicted by the darkSomewhere in shadows foundNot again to spark Life is of ascendingThrough the roots of needingWith the forces blendingThat their growth is speedingSleeping in the ventilateOf the difference stretchFinding the bouncing weightIn the needs to catch Every day's opportunityWith its laid protectionAcquired sleep or immunityThrough its times rejectionNight's born of day to comeThrough sleep or uneaseWhere chasm roots are fromUnder the shady trees Peter S. Quinn


Flowers Of The Night We are flowers of the nightWhen hours of darkness comesAnd we lose our day's flightFrom earth's green field bosoms Summertime that once was hereIn all lives and hour wakingIs now in times of dimly steerAs bitter its dark is aching The sand of time lies still onThru many fields of flowersWith a day that is almost goneTo the winter breaking hours And as dreams of summer playIn bleaching leaves are fallingHour of its reality won't stayFor wintertime again is calling Like a heart that’s never sameEvery footstep is always goingIn turning ways and burn flameAs the autumn days are glowing We are flowers of the nightAs ground will wither and paleAnd everything turns in sightIn longings and lonesome trail Peter S. Quinn


Flowers On The Road Flowers on the road,With their pretty colours on;Eventually die to the dust,Wither in the winter's sun. All must become old,Into a new world though born;Feather-light and young,Before, to the road it's torn. Fresh becomes its flame,Burning and flickering;Oh why must this be so?What fate to life is triggering. I hear the wind blowing,Through the roads that move on;It's telling my years, in distance,Before I am too gone. I shall be like these flowers,That grows beside the road and glow;Any efforts are in vain,Like my footsteps in the snow. Peter S. Quinn


Flowers To Seeds Say what you need to sayBefore love returns to grayThe heart is an open roadFull of its heavy loadBring every peace in mindLeave darkish worries behindNew days will come throughWhat they become is up to you The rain from a cloudy skyFalls when the clouds cryWe are like that so muchNeeding our feelings to touchOpen the ways to the heartLet go the pride and rampartAll is to leave very soonFlowers to seeds earth strewn You have no way to knowWhere next time your seeds growAll is in the eternal songMinutes the ways tides longRest is like a merry-go-roundTill again new embryo's foundEarth soils of peace and warBlinking eyes twinkling star Peter S. Quinn


Flowing Flowing through day and nightEvery our opportunityNew hope comes again brightIn those - for you and me Love songs through the distanceOf every going moveWhere a wish is for its chanceA worthy goal and prove Look at the moon and stars tonightWhen you remember meSee how they glisten in their lightNow and for eternity And if you have northern lightsTo look at and ponderSome visible are worthy flightsIn your minute wander Peter S. Quinn


Flowing 2 Flow flow in colors blueIn their weaving emotionsInstant touch becomes trueIn these contrast oceans All is inside like a flameDreams of taking – goingArtists have tints to tameTo their moods of glowing Dreams in shades of yellowAll bright thoughts thereinIn their instance say helloAs you give a pencil spin Flow flow in colors seenLike foliage declining fallSummer greenish has beenNow brown shades call Life is like a day and nightTouch of moment’s gloryColors energetic and brightThat is their day’s story Peter S. Quinn


Flowing Rain flowing rainlike musiccoming down sound streamsair tongues trees rockingto nature'sgentle earth beat Peter S. Quinn


Fluga (Fly) me? hei?ríkjuna í hugahér er mitt ljó?fljúgandi um eins og flugafyrir al?jó? fljúgandi um eins og fluganfull af sumar ?rásem allan sinn fögnu? fanner fór hún um loftin blá vaka í vitundinnivíddir hins stóra geimsá fljúgandi fer? ?innium firnindi ?essa heims (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Fly And Get High Fly and get highIn everything you doLove doesn’t ask whyJust if you are true And feelings comeDay by dayWhere the truth is fromIn every wayAnd in every hourLove is suchLike a morning flowerThat colors its touch Fly and get highInto the deep of cloudsIn efforts and tryNever have any doubts Fly and get highIn everything you doLove doesn’t ask whyJust if you are true Fly and get highYour love is at stakeDon’t let it all dieLet it come and awake Let it come and makeNew love! Peter S. Quinn


Fly Fly In Forward Fly fly in forwardTo winter’s dark songAll summer’s adventuredAnd now remembered strongDays in fragrance pastFull of enjoyment and blissLayered in leaf falling castShades of now coming to this Remember July days danceFull of cadences in enjoyIts moments of blue sky tranceNow in dark chariot’s convoyLove songs of earth fallingAll is just going memoriesAs the frosty breeze’s callingBefore the drooping leaves Fly fly in forwardAll must come to an endFoliage of jade embroideredNow in dimness blendBurn of brownish yellowReddish the gold of autumnBefore winter says helloIn its breezy buzzing strum Peter S. Quinn


Fly To The Sky (From, Myspace) Fly to the skyWith every new hopeEach trial and tryIs strong in its robeDays they are goingIn evening dim lightLike breeze in blowingOr footsteps from sight On to the starsIn the faraway placeFrom tumbling warsAnd trials many waysThe hours shall goAnd reach what´s sownIn the abysses growOf new weaving tone So much is fallingIn to the ongoing deepWhere no one is callingIt back from its sleepThe withering morningOf everything gone byNever again returningFrom the deepness of sky Peter S. Quinn


Fly With Me Fly with meWhen days are darkDreams are freeIn their shining sparkAll is awakeIn the dim afarThrough autumn’s takeThose colors true are Touch hoursWith feelings trueWindow’s frost flowersAlways make newYou and ITake and back giveAs times go byAnd we both on live Morning’s goingFor an evening shineLife is on flowingLine for a lineLike dreams steady onMemory isAll what’s goneMoments gave bliss Fly with meWith an open heartLet love be freeMend its broken startThough yesterdays are goneTrue love is stillGoing with life onAfter its own will Peter S. Quinn


Flygur Krummi (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Flygur krummií náttmyrkrieinn hann er á fer? Krunkar hann og krunkara? kalt sé núna úti Krunkar hann og krunkara? brátt fari vetur a? her?akrunkar hann og krunkara? von sé allra ve?ra Flygur krummií dagrenninguvi? lága geisla sólar Einmanalegt er útiá lágnættinu *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Foggy Day Foggy day in the streetOf its wandering playGiving shadows on concreteAs they grow long their wayThru the moments of twistThat the streets are now inAnd gray morning has kissedWith a diffusional spin Every hour in its grayAs the evening passes thruAnd kids in streets playFor each opportunity newWhen feelings are in laughterIn every moments awakeAnd what there comes afterIn their giving and take Foggy day in the cityLike a haze of the graysSo much playful and wittyThat is now in its hazeSideway kids there talkingYouth of hope and a smileBrussels playground walkingFor its enduring while Foggy day in the streetOf its wandering playGiving shadows on concreteAs they grow long their wayWhisper dark soon thereWith its nocturnal sleepAs darkness is everywhereIn their dreams to keep Peter S. Quinn


Follow Me Now Follow me nowWherever you goI'll be there somehowTo let you knowEverything's a dreamInto the unrealityWhere love just seemTo be you and me Remember the daysOf many hours goneBlue times and graysAnd what was doneAll love that's hopelessWithin everythingAnd days that were lessWhen nothing could sing Follow your daysWherever they goMany are their waysYou still don't knowEverything that's comingWith wonderful touchThat keeps up summingHave not and ought's Peter S. Quinn


Follow The Sun Your light is so flyingOnto a new fantasyYour hands outstretch and tryingTo follow the sun to beA night worth its debatingTo bring to a closer wayEvery new footstep ratingTo see clearance of new day In hours of lives awakingSo much is still to comeAs daylight to dark is breakingTo make a blue sky blossomStill sun so deep in shiningFrom under oceans vastTo glow on horizon liningWith that last day has lost Your hands wings in stretchingTo take wing on and driftAnd light of another day fetchingFor ways of spirits upliftPlayfully to go thru and onFinding the moment’s answerUntil that day is also goneBy mode of the spirit and dancer Peter S. Quinn


Follow Your Dreams Follow your dreamsWherever they'll goLife’s their deemsIn its sunshine glowFeelings never stayEverything is turningGood for a one dayFootsteps new learning Follow your dreamsFor a new deliveryLife’s like its streamsA river eternally freeAll’s in life's freedomNever to stay the sameTouch its magic blossomMake your life its flame Follow your dreamsInto sweet memoriesNothing’s what it seemsOnly love and peaceRemember life's callingFor everyone's shareSoon autumn is fallingOn dreams everywhere Peter S. Quinn


Follow Your Dreams (From, Myspace) Follow your dreams that go byFilling each moment onFeelings of love low and highUntil each thought is goneCloseness to them is everythingOf every hour everydayThey are the reason I still singInto departures that can't stay Yesterdays are to rememberWith every its old song to borrowLike the leaves of reddish amberOr dawn rising once more tomorrowBut our dreams never come trueThey are only in the heart to glowMind-sets and thoughts to renewBefore they for evermore shall go Follow your dreams for they leaveEverything is at all times fallingHours will come of lost and grieveAnd again to those times calling Peter S. Quinn


Foolish Continuance I and my Foolish Continuance,What will it all bring?Shall it give me a further chance?What shall tomorrow sing?Give me a morn splendor and new,Everything fresh to the first;Only a song for the very few,What they will long for and thirst. Can I not bring into the light?Yearnings that I thought were gone;Give it another new flight,Until the wings are done.Why am I so out everywhere searching?Living in past and longing;What will the day tomorrow sing?When we are nearer to spring. I and my Foolish Continuance,But all is though with my thought;I have seen it at first glance,Everything that chances have brought.Why am I so out everywhere searching?When I am growing too old;Should I not be more alerting?For nothing for real I can hold. Peter S. Quinn


Footsteps (From, The River Sings On) From my windowI see the winter's snow,in the morning glowof the yesterdays. Footsteps to and fro- rays from the gone night.Soft distances adagioin the evening flight,- all is in my heart now. The air, so sweet of spell,as the clouds go bywith greetings and farewell,to the dreamsthat around here lie.All is in my heart now. Peter S. Quinn


Footsteps Of Going O footsteps of going are all now gone awayDreams that once were feelings inside of meRendezvous to seclusion rustic dayLike breezy blow outside the window so free My heart in a pounding of whispering stillAll that was trying to find the road aheadYesterdays of gone thought never to fulfillSoft lines of leaves that autumn once bled You and I once morning birds of blue skyEvery passage thru to find low and highDay by days to future in rising fresh dawn Love themes of the night that we both knewNow in dark deep of loneliness uponWhat's now of love that once was innocent new Peter S. Quinn


For A Moment I Had The Word For a moment I had the word,But that was just dust of time;I was sending messages to souls,But they were just sand corns. I've been swallowed by the air,Of all the world forgetfulness;Like the dust that flies in the wind,So my spirit has dimmed to the stars.Every moment is just a breath,Or a shadow from the rays of the sun;For a moment I had the word,Like the flickering light of a candle.I was gathering around me the stories,Of the old folklore times;When there was life in those gray stones,And the whispering wind had its sayings.In the moonlight and after dark hours,And there was mystic in the shadows by the river;And the callings were the spirits of the past,For a moment I had the word(...old folk tales live among the stars) . Peter S. Quinn


For A Moment I Thought For a moment I thought - I was growing oldBut now I know my youngish beat againThat depression of mood - for awhile did slainAnd took its greenness and tried it to moldLoves songs of young are coming back to meEntering sweet love like the drifting cloudsFrom emptiness inside lonely crowdsTo become once more of juvenility Oh sweet rose of verve I give it to theeTo bring me life roots and become aliveFor sweet is the kiss from your youthful lipsHours are always in these instances to beThe love songs from my heart that feelings driveTill the songs of age - from inside there drips Peter S. Quinn


For Each Passion For each passion is another one waitingWith its time of wings to come in and flyThrough the blueness of every hope's skyAnd to all disintegrating debatingThe basket of your love is like strawberriesWith enchantment to clean every shineAnd give of heart its momentarily lineThat brings away distress and worldly worries Oh come here and fly with me in to sky brightWhere hope is conquering all happinessGiving itself to every higher flightThat is from inside from feelings and caressSweet temperate ways forever shall liveIf you with your touch have something to give Peter S. Quinn


For Eternity Sweet dayNow it's darkIn your wayLife‘s lost sparkBloom's candlelightDreams to beLost in their flightFor eternity Sweet roadOf time and hopeMuch is your loadStrong your robeIn wrong and rightSong's libertyWhere truth appliedAnd is made free Sweet o hopeMuch do you give?Like cloudy slopeSometimes you liveFull of pouring rainIn all of its dreamLove aching painDown river stream Sweet dayNow it's darkIn your wayLife‘s lost sparkBloom's candlelightDreams to beLost in their flightFor eternity For eternity


Peter S. Quinn


For Every Occasions (From, Even Though There AreNo Reasons) For every occasionsThere is something newTimes cells intuitionsComing in perceptive throughTones that are foundIn rhythms of the nearSoundings off all aroundFrom the past and year The flow of motionsSlowing or fasting onWeaving thoughts erosionsTill their pace is goneRising to the inner chordOf every togethernessIn the end of times towardOur own emotional cleverness For every turn of tidesThe song in time is risingThrough deeps or barefields bidesIts flavor exposure surmisingTo meet the unknown skyA tomorrow perhaps seeingWith questions asking whyOr only in time being Peter S. Quinn


For Every True Day You are in my head for every true dayPlayfully on for inspirations hereGoing to the pages that never will stayEverything of a song fulfilled somewhere Yesterday was down inside our wordsMaking some wings of wondering and givingLove that was of heart like flying birdsEverything inside sentences living You and I through all this endless rimeGiving what it takes to make songs in lineComing through the pondering in the beat of timeLike the clouds of drifting or its sunshine Winter dreams are glowing to the endless ploughFilling every dream with their lines to insightWe have the entire world to make soft and roughSketching times and words in their rightful light Full of illumination in the years showingThrough the achievements of each pieceIn the ways of the light and goingThat each love song can pleaseSo much into the things of musicAs comes and goes by in its lick Weaving songs with our words in dreamingFrom the night that goes on here and byEvery glow now faraway only seemingWhen dark is on move on the sky Peter S. Quinn


For The Ocean Waves The roads are colored farawayIn distanceOcean waves that come and set outIn daydreams foreverWatering the shoreWith their past acquaintanceThe drift of clouds – the castles in the airMy longings attempt to see A faraway placeWith many roads to go offTo OzThe horizon lineIn my dreams flows awayUntil its no longer seenOnly signs of my feelingsNow carrying its way (Inspiration: For Leonard and Lisa by Ted Hughes: He casts off the weight of spaceLike patience Disguised with lifeHe advances inevitablyAs if squeezedInto the death-corner An electric thrill – a cactus flowerAmong moon-rubbleAn ultrasonic cry,A tiger-yawnOf amnesia A mighty godWraps his hunger for the whole earthIn a shawl of feathersSign of the sun in HebrewAnd flies in his sleep


Peter S. Quinn


For The Sun Is Red For the sun is redAnd day is unclearIn summer's color bledWhen blooms are nearYour heart was stillWith the rising sunOf tomorrows fulfillIn life times on run For her blood is redIn its own dripping wayIn deep oceans bedWhere her billows playWith its beating timeOf the restless seaTides of weak and primeInside you will see For love as aforesaidIn everything it needLike sea bloom dragonheadWith lustrous fruits berriedSo much of infinity truthOf love and love makingIts bosom of unsullied youthNever in love aching Peter S. Quinn


For The Wind For the windThere is always a songFree undisciplined And ours to longLike days goingOn to the nightA light on street glowingFlickering or bright For the waveThere is Deep OceanProfoundly to craveIn watery emotionAnd we both knowingWhat sandcastles are forAs water slips flowingOn to our shore For the skyThere is opportunityIn clouds drifting byAround always freeFast ways and slowingAnd everything betweenBlue skies sometime showingThat not before has been seen Peter S. Quinn


For You For you is my loveThe redness of the heartCaring feeling’s ofInside each counterpart Garland of tendernessIn love´s faith madeMind and body’s caressEach delight accolade Peter S. Quinn


Forever Forever my soulWill whisperSongs to you Forever my heartWill flyWith its longingsTo you For dreamsAre dreams to passBy nightAnd by dayInto the love songsOf you Forever my soulShall singWhat love of joyThere is Forever ~*~ *I have written many songs like these, later I will reveal myself to the earth'sheart. I have nearly only shown you here my rhyme poetry and songs but that isonly the top of the iceberg. Peter S. Quinn


Forever Always Forever alwaysMy heart shall stay,Forever alwaysNo different way. Just as the present shall be,So shall all life turn;We are just only - we,And reap what we earn. Forever alwaysIn content and worth,Forever alwaysFrom start of all birth. We know what we see,It should us concern;The soul that lies in me,In flames it shall burn... Forever alwaysIf I think differently,Forever alwaysPlease let it not be. Peter S. Quinn


Forever In Corners Darkish Changing I knew about the darkness and its twistThe jolt of the dim shadows derangingLike no one has seen before on its gistForever in corners darkish changingAll that is there fallen in to its ownLeaves of branches without breeze are goneThoughts of summer times away here flownInto the reduced memories all done Each emotion of the day standing stillThrough the egos of the barren going waysIn to its fusion of the black and whiteDream woes that nobody can now fulfillIn autumnal breezy reflection playsThrough uncertainty of the on going light Peter S. Quinn


Forever In The Tidings Turns - A Song Give me a dirt earth lullabyInto the morning of feel goodSunshiny is there going byI'm with my toes in the mudFlying my kite awayWhere there is wind in the airMeeting a cloudless blue dayHigh above clouds everywhere! There is so much going onFilling my nostrils with fragranceMusings of long times doneJust like drifts of each vagrantsUp up and through the highViewing there side by sideWhat is far far away and nearbyCatching my imagined eyed Give me a dropp of a lullabyFlowing rain down to the grassYellow to the brownish tieThrough the meadow's morassSing me a song from my BurnsEach of his poems by heartForever in the tidings turnsCome again fresh new start Peter S. Quinn


Forever In The Tidings Turns – A Song Give me a dirt earth lullabyInto the morning of feel goodSunshiny is there going byI'm with my toes in the mudFlying my kite awayWhere there is wind in the airMeeting a cloudless blue dayHigh above clouds everywhere! There is so much going onFilling my nostrils with fragranceMusings of long times doneJust like drifts of each vagrantsUp up and through the highViewing there side by sideWhat is far far away and nearbyCatching my imagined eyed Give me a dropp of a lullabyFlowing rain down to the grassYellow to the brownish tieThrough the meadow’s morassSing me a song from my BurnsEach of his poems by heartForever in the tidings turnsCome again fresh new start Peter S. Quinn


Forget Not Those … (Sonnet) Take every love song to blowing awayIn silences land of the heartfelt goingAnd meet their hours with precious fresh born dayOf eternal turning of lasting glowingWhere times meet by day to carry onEvery whisper remembrance that still isFor departure is planned and always goneIn the thresholds of livings in true bliss Forget not those moments that are with us nowIn giving their splendor and true outlookThere’s always some afterwards that somehowShall carry it vision like an open bookBe fair to each heart in moment's new tryFor hours of the future - they too say goodbye Peter S. Quinn


Forgetfulness Away Brushes Do what you must - do it quick,Time is of no former wail;Our life is so often very slick,Coming around like dog's tail.What will you say or do,With nothing to go on from here;Everything is still up to you,To leave at nil and what to share. Roads are coming among the rushes,Playgrounds of time waiting;Forgetfulness away some brushes,As the moments are gradating.Memories are in dripping distance,Going to somewhere and main road;Our own had their own existence,To break away or make their mode. Life is always so much variety,Nothing ever stops to wonder aside;Of all those natures pure rare ty,That inside a thought might hide.Flowers are falling with their seeds,The future decides their fate;There is plenty of fable and steeds,To give it each weight and bate. Peter S. Quinn


Forget-Me-Not Forget me not in years aheadFor I will still be thereMy blooms again I shall shedThroughout the summer years Forget me not, azure I unfoldThe colours of heaven so clearIn spring again my blooms you holdOf sky blue fairest and dear (.........................myosotis) Peter S. Quinn


Forget-Me-Not... Forget-me-not in your lightWhen I become a traveler in deathLook up in to the starry nightAnd let my songs be in rebirthLike a light that shall fall in skyAnd fill the vows of timeIn every sparkling that will tryTo give you its glistens prime I have just time as it isTo bring my songs to youForgetfulness shall sometimes kissMy life's ricochet to renewBut let me be there with you stillTo give you and awakeMy dreams to flow and fulfillIn every spark they take Forget me not - my dreams to giveWhen hours of dark park onEach moment again to reliveLike stars fallings that are goneAnd you and I shall be like thisIn every word you will findAnd if you sometime me shall missYou know I’ve never left you behind Peter S. Quinn


Fortress Of Aspirations Inside glory is always in upside streamFortress of aspirations to highest peekA light in the way of its darkness gleamWhere flowers are shattered or become bleakLike day in their rising full of day beamIn wings steadfastly going through the air highWith flowing of morning that comes to liveFrom ambitions inside that never shall dieBut always goes forward to bring of moreThis of what you are and always to giveTo reach up mountains that comes your wayBring every hope to weigh as beforeFor night comes bright again like anew dayAnd mends broken wings to reach and explore Peter S. Quinn


Four Picture Poems Four Picture Poemsthe moon kisseswith dark lipswhen bird of desirereturns midday cloudsswallows slowlythe old day alone serenityin peaceful space slowingand drown floatingechoes of water gills quivering brushesof appearing darkness strange and prettyfirst photosthrough infant stepsof identities where passing talesat earth placesare present ink-stained score pagestouching alone heartwith silent music note sensationsin quiet praiseto fingered will Peter S. Quinn


Fragile Heart's Like Frost (Haiku) Fragile heart's like frost,on windows in the morning- cold roses thawing Peter S. Quinn


Frail Frail is the seed of earthWith every falling's timeDay and day by growing's worthTill it reaches prime Fair but frail like every roseThat into the morning shinesAway your petal then goesAs fate draws its wilting lines Peter S. Quinn


Freedom Freedom freedom flow its waveFreedom is our songIt’s the longing we all craveEvery its path on strongIts destiny be so blossomIts gold’s like a rainbow glowIts footsteps are awesomeAs times come and go Your heart is full of flowersThat freedom show’s madeIt is what life empowersAnd never by time will fadeIt is our self insideThe turning wheel of timeLife’s spiraling point guideAll now that is in prime Oh freedom freedom callingI shall trust in youWhen times in dark are fallingAnd nothing is there trueTo you I will reach forWhen low I’m and downYou are my peace in warAnd all my days first crown Peter S. Quinn


Freedom - Ho! A time of glisten dropsThe low downs and upsThe earth of a life's songThat we all to here belongWhere the green grasses growAnd the rivers of peace flowWhere no heart is in strainAnd there's no sorrow's pain Of life I want to beOf life and sweet liberty!And give a part of meTo put a growth into its treePut forth and lift - start!Give your love - your heartLet the good will goSide by side with Freedom - Ho! We are so much alikeLike brothers on their trikeThe whole world to giveGrowing together to liveOh life with no stone wallsOh life that to life calls:Let the good will goSide by side with Freedom - Ho! Side by side with Freedom - Ho! Peter S. Quinn


Freedom – Sonnet We have the Freedom Rivers coming throughWith every its wobbly wave that goesTheir rippling freshness always in the newIn its sparkling shimmering that on glowsIts juggernaut of the water flowingWith the wheels of time and the things to comeLike all those deluge that through here are goingIn every running where justice is from Our peace that plays in harmonious tonesTo give us features of their living truthThose come here in their passing stepping-stonesOf eternal tides and their growing youthThe freedom that will last through stricturesIn truthful mirrors of rightness pictures Peter S. Quinn


Freedom Distant Heard Today the dreams catch the windOf many flows of its downstreamThe beautiful day in its disciplinedGiving shading pleasuring dreamIn the falling rain of dark skyWith the narrowing space to see thruWhen questions come to ask whyThere is a doubt between me and you Love song in freedom distant heardInto the wind of the currents onStill in longing for catching wordTill its breezy singing is goneSighting in soft and shadows doubtNight to the sky again bringingFilling footsteps with shade aboutThru currents of remote singing Tomorrow is run the unknown freeRushing the narrow and open skyLove songs of truth for you and meNever in a doubt nor asking whyIn the falling rain of spaces darkTo another breezing of its thrillWhere craving dreams again will sparkFor moments of pleasure to fulfill Love song in freedom distant heardInto the wind of the currents onStill in longing for catching wordTill its breezy singing is goneEach day’s falling to a forgotten paceSteps through the evening glowingEndless colors in their many on waysThru the times coming and going Peter S. Quinn


Freedom From Every Apartheid Bring me here around to the other sideOf the blossoming sunshine turning waysLet me to the many colors there abideNot only to the concrete and the graysSo I can breathe the air of my heart's freedomAnd let it be with life's fertility rootsLet me reside over where tranquil is fromAway from the yard keepers disputes Muddy River from the fall's going awayFrom the dilemmas of daily insecureAnd the feelings with the charming touches stayTo make my living more alive and assureEvery side has its bridge to go acrossWith their many fields and existing pathos Peter S. Quinn


Freedom Is In Our Heart (A Lyric) Freedom is in our heartEvery time we sing those wordsGiving love with each impartWhen our feelings are like blizzards Every love is like the firstSinging truly to our soulYou shall always again thirstIf this one doesn't reach its goal Feelings are here all aroundSome are reaching they're aimAnd if love's there to be foundIt will start a burning flame Freedoms are with many margeGiving hope and a fresh tryAnd it will again rechargeIf you don't ever say goodbye Feelings aren't safe and soundSome are bleaching they're claimAnd if love is impaired woundIt shall be a waiting game Peter S. Quinn


Freedom Is Not Far Traveling to a strange starIs in our hope and dreamIts freedom is not too farIn the space river stream Clouds of hope there drifting byLike white pyramids topsCastles in the far-off skyNever images stops Walking on to the near moonOur beginning steps whereBut we will though be going soonTo stars everywhere Flying across the space dim seaTo in between dark placeThere is trance for you and meThe make-believe ways Walking and holding balanceIs very hard to doBut if you have acquaintanceWith dreams it's up to you Clouds in our times travelAll's within our own stairNew thoughts in times marvelAre soon all coming here Peter S. Quinn


Freedom Is To You Calling (From, Lost Song Poems) Freedom is to you calling,Give life a heart so brave;Each night hours are falling,Into a dim hollow grave.Hatred can be bottomless,If you'll allow it to be;But life is colored so fresh,If it becomes all free. Days by days will end,But love can never so do;Only down it will bend,If it's not completely true.Evening becomes a night,Gathering shadows around;Hold your feelings all right,Lost can again be found. Freedom is truth wearing,Never a lie there inside;Everyone else bearing,Not from ourselves there hide.You can grow out wisdom,If the right seeds are sown;For the conditions are calm,If you acknowledge and atone. Peter S. Quinn


Freedom Oh Freedom The brickWallsHave takenMy balloonThe airThat freedom callsIs nowLike bluish moonBut loveShall blossomAnd giveEach peace a tryWhere every freedomIs fromA balloonIn the sky Oh speakAnd give us freedomThe flowersOf this earthBreak those ironsOf someThat had themFrom their birthWe need to riseTo cloudsAnd driftTo a rainbow's glowBe freeAmong the crowdsAnd feelThat we shall grow FreedomIs like sky blueSo clearAnd high aboveIt was made for me


And youTo giveAnd share in loveLet never its hopeDieBut be to usLike summer sunshineIn the beautifulOpen skyThat givesIts shining divine Peter S. Quinn


Freedom Roads There are roads taken and roads going byWith freedom of every choice to takeLike the clouds in the far those drifting so highIn their mist and pictures to makeLonely freedom like footsteps never to keepOnly sand that shall blow it awayWith a heart that was chained to a going sleepForever and not to live or stay There are roads broken with the years goneTrials wasted away with the breezeEvery hope that was carried moving it onFor repression and censors to pleaseWasted into the sea of their existing timeGiving no more to hope in their yearningOnly darkness crows in their fullest primeTo the night and it's going all turning So much freedoms broken a man has foundEvery effort just thrown into seaWith tyrants that come in tides going aroundTo break down wise ones and the freeMountains exist that never give or make formOnly to be real for the wind to blowWithin their dazed choice and bewildered stormThat in the their slavery will go There are roads lost for no reason at allWith their people that have tried to existWith their efforts and hope they've tried to callBut to those that are closed they've missedEvery time has its allowance freedom to giveWith all the days that are going aboutYou must try to exist and try to liveAnd take from your heart any old doubt So much freedom's gone because love was lostTo the sleeps of forever that's bannedEvery beat of its song turned on and crossed


What each ignorance waste did commandNothing comes from the lost only falling rainDreams from their hopes all wasted awayWe may try to take their roads but it's all in vainFor the darkness has come to their day Peter S. Quinn


Freedom Unblemished Call Gleam of sunshine in my placeGlowing to review the sceneSummon the shadowy many waysWhere the night atoms have been Present and past to the downrightGlowing with time’s flowing tideDaybreaks in glistens freshly lightWithin coming tomorrow to abide Rise in the ruins of the highwayMoving the thoughts once saidLike the light on the green of dayThose from irises skies are read Blue like oceans of never endingThrough every drift of clouds nearGiving their haze in their blendingLove songs of breezes that are here Lilies that awake the purest heartWith their glow and touch of springWhere every clover-blossoms startAnd the unending forever shall sing Gleam of the daybreak comingGiving its freedom unblemished callIn a heart of deep root strummingThat on to this evolution shall befall Peter S. Quinn


Fresh Air The day is now fresh airOn to tomorrow comingLovely scenery everywhereIn their blossom summing Daydreams in green and blueFilling mountain spacesSky in the mist coming thruWith every nature graces Filling air with fresh streamRiver in wilderness playEverything is but a dreamOn this first of autumn day Love in the singing of birdsFlying from tree to treeCountryside shiny vineyardsEverything eyes wants to see Rocky icy tops reaching highFaraway in their placeTaking to the openness skyIn their true colossal grace Everything summer has givenThat still is here to glowAnd we thru days have livenUntil in winter comes snow Peter S. Quinn


Fresh Grass Haiku fresh grass aromaand spider webs all overremind me its spring Peter S. Quinn


Freshness Now In New Load Earth’s old but it feels youngNothing can take it awayFresh morning coming alongSpring walking freshly todayAlways with something hereGiving and growing aboutGreenery Showtime everywhereTaking out winter's doubt Freshness now in new loadTimes are a changing to thisInto the morning’s summer roadLife is a wandering blissRain will fall on it and flowGiving the soil new birthHere comes springtime’s rowWith every grass of its worth Rise to the mountain fresh springLet your newness there unfoldAnd early each hour now singFor nothing new life can holdRiver falls falling and singingEverything is coming to livingInto the days hope bringingFrom every growth fresh giving Peter S. Quinn


Friends Friends are made each dayBy coming together and tryThere is this only one wayTo reach out tomorrow sky Daydreaming is in it allotFeelings together as oneTouches time has taughtUse each moment till gone Friends are made to givePart of your whole and heartRemember joy and reliveThat together has start Love is a two way reachBringing you up and closeSome to everyone teachThat’s how all love goes Nothing comes of nothingIf you do not reach outSuch ways are just bluffingWasting your time about So give and you’ll receiveHappiness and true smileIt’s for your own relieveBliss that’ll last a long while Peter S. Quinn


Friendship Friendship is never endingAlways there for youTime to fun ways blendingAs the days go thru Yesterday is but a momentFriendship is always moreInside approach temperamentHeart beat‘s own score Love is friendship feelingHelping out and giveTimes to spend freewheelingIn what the hours live Tomorrow is for buildingOn our dreams to standEvery its aspect yieldingTo each portion spanned Closeness is all like thisNever to leave one aloneWhen hardship near isDon’t leave him on his own As feelings move the earthGive us motives plentifulThat’s thousands words worthAnd to a heart immeasurable Peter S. Quinn


From An Open Book From an open bookI'll read your mindWhatever it really tookAnd you left behindThe dust on open roadLike fire flies flyingEach our carried loadWorthy through and trying Something you can't holdFor its all of youLike a light to unfoldAnd becoming again newThis and that we gaveWhile we had the dayHours in thoughts to graveAs they come and play Rushes that are goneTo time's old memoryDays of long left doneWe had here wistfullyWalking by some slowLike stones we picked upIn moments carried glowWhen we had time to stop Peter S. Quinn


From April These days are from AprilWhen spring is coming inWith the dreams of the hillIn green blossoms to win Hours grow their backyardFrom daybreaks rising deepAnd from the dim are barredWith blossoms true to keepEach secret lane of sorrowIs now in muttered stainAnd here is now tomorrowWith their stone and grain These summer days of AprilThe song of growing hillsIn dreams of silence stillAnd each new coming thrill When day and night togetherAre like one in each oneIn beautiful spring weatherUntil those dreams are gone Peter S. Quinn


From Balloon To Balloon Falling spaces aroundFrom balloon to balloonEmpty air inside foundIn their growing cocoonSomewhere a seasonLife of going on livingIn its own kind of reasonThat prospects its giving Like the beat of heartThat is inside foundEvery throbbing will startAnd then come aroundGive and take awayTo the oceans far shoreWhere a rise of new dayWill begin once more Every life form that isHas its never-ending readForm the times to blissIn their growth and seedLove is most everlastingIt’s like merry-go-roundPetals of life colorcastingIn existing battleground Peter S. Quinn


From Flickering Glow (A Winter Song) Almost there to the open door and fieldPlayfully going in the shadows dancingFrom flickering glow of the lines blanchingBetween the jagged radiance of black concealed Each night is coming from the dreams ridingSpurs of moments giving spiral entrancingWhile the deeper moods of dark are advancingFrom down under feel they once were hiding Strange dimensions are showing archived dreamsIn every instinct of the falling lightFinding their hidden anonymity deemsThat comes from far under from wings of night O touch not vigor with this frightening hideThat through the twilight and my heart abide Peter S. Quinn


From Inside To Outside Every love from insideLeaving outside somethingWhen daydreams abideAnd heart comes to bringOf well wishing generosityIt has found among strangersBack together ponderosityLeaving nothing for changers I've had in abundanceAnd shared out of heartEvery aspect of acquaintanceFortification and rampartWell whishing like petalsAnd tenderness betweenThe displaces that unsettlesEmotions of every spleen Things are settling rapidlyMoving without knowingEach and each in the vapidlyEvery concrete there showingWe were born like brothersWith secret stirring of thingsMuch night-fear of othersLike a pendulum it swings Peter S. Quinn


From Me To You From me to youIs this invisible threadLike leaves going throughWhere nothing needs to be said Two brothers of soulFrom corners apartIn this age of rock n rollAnd aspects of the heart From me to youOf the north and westAll colors there tooIn shades between addressed Born Arctic - born AfricanConnected thru internetLike this age republicanOf computer and diskette From me to youWith the spaces betweenWhere always something newIn colors are seen This time on and playWhere the within is awakenYesterday and todayTogether in thoughts taken Peter S. Quinn


From Me To You 2 From me to youThere is this stringFrom under the blueWhere my heart'll singFull of memoriesSoft and in the lightSwings of weighting treesAnd skies yellow bright Everything of our desireThat comes and goesReaching each day higherIn its soft light glowsEvery wish of youFor the eternally onOur memories those were trueIn days now gone From me to youWhat we hold so dearEach feeling coming thruEvery day each yearMoment’s forgotten touchThat brought us throughLove that said so muchBoth for me and you Peter S. Quinn


From My Room From my room I hearThe wind blowStrings from icy harpFilling the darkNow outside The morning comes with nightAnd leaves with nightMy heart is in darkLike flickering lightPounding on and onThrough to dreams gone In the dark clouded skyWith beams of low sun flightTime slowly passes byWith shadows left to right From my room I hearWhere I now dwellThe dark voices nearOf iciness and its cartel Strings from icy harpFilling the darkNow outside *Federico García Lorca once wrote: “From my room I hearThe water jetA finger of grapevine…” Peter S. Quinn


From Somewhere Around From somewhere aroundThere is flowing of goldNowhere else to be foundIn its glistering holdMany ways splitting lightWith the night coming onTrue colors rainbow brightTill the moments are gone Falling glow of goodbyeEntire dreams that were toldIn a morning of future skyNever to grow again oldEvery whispering breezeIn to the calling of the darkThat in wonderment one seesIn its one way spark From the somewhere afarWhen the day isn’t hereIn a falling bright starThat we to wishes adhereWhere our love is toldIn every way of its trackIn moments still brightWith none to depart or lack Peter S. Quinn


From The Broken Shattered Our only way is a dream comes trueFilling my day with my loveEvery wave in motion affecting youLike the clouds in the far aboveSo many dreams in the world are lostFrom times that never shall beThe ways of the heart that crossedFor beats of its echo of free RefrainThe lost times going and comingEvery aspect of the date that's hereFeeling through the ways summingFrom the past and what is nearAll those broken by their nothingIn the day that can’t be fixedSometimes to our ways bluffingIn the way thoughts are mixedEvery moment is a tasteOf their things owingSome are thou to wasteOr never up here showingBlossoms sweet to reviveIf they ever matteredAnd for us to reliveFrom the broken shatteredFrom the broken shattered Love songs of time now forgottenIn their surrounding of the dayRoads of so many ways tautenEach in their now unreachable layDreams from the past and goneFeelings that we gave and madeTo have the wheels still going onAnd never again to be afraid Our only way is an unreachable dreamInto its own of the living


Just like a mountain’s river streamThat fresh water still is givingFrom any hope that was foundFrom within what dreams gave thruAnd everything still goes aroundJust like a dream that comes true RefrainThe lost times going and comingEvery aspect of the date that's hereFeeling through the ways summingFrom the past and what is nearAll those broken by their nothingIn the day that can’t be fixedSometimes to our ways bluffingIn the way thoughts are mixedEvery moment is a tasteOf their things owingSome are thou to wasteOr never up here showingBlossoms sweet to reviveIf they ever matteredAnd for us to reliveFrom the broken shatteredFrom the broken shatteredFrom the broken shattered Peter S. Quinn


From The Deepest Dark There is a love song from the deepest darkFlowing onward to the tomorrow dayWithin its whimsy going and fancy sparkAnything might come to the light to stay Finding distance on in the front of timeThat is coming to give its spark to liveEvery thought that blows in their lost primeOf the ways and things that in truth might give Like dreams in the fire that never really isOnly a slashing of its in and out goLike the glow shining of an evening blissWhen it is still in its early most flowShining star in its amazing falling whimBefore it goes to darkish roots of dim Peter S. Quinn


From The Grime We Shall Seek From the grime we shall seekFlowers and its true seedsMake strong out of the weakFind true fire and how it readsWinter brushes in snowy gustEvery hillside and low daleFilling hindrance with its lostBringing obscureness to its wale Life is breathes forward blowTo the time and futures onRising billows in its flowTill the hours are each doneEvery feeling worth its whileShall come with opportunityBring us across stretching mileMake what we have got to be Wheels of hope you will returnPush us forward on onus strifeGive us knowledge to learnWhat is worthy in this lifeEvery hope is like anew springBatter the ashes way asideCome on forward let us singFill with peace and be our guide Peter S. Quinn


From The Road Of Nowhere Go From the road of nowhere goWhen the winter settles inAnd dark's with its wintry blowOf its coldness of frosty spinWhen hearts are numb and dryIn their mood and their sunshineWith no blueness in the skyOnly clouds of deepest dark line To the road of an ending yearIn their deepness of darkness stillAnd the murky shadows are hereWith their deep abysses to fillWhen my longings all get awayTurning tides around and aroundI just long for a sunshine dayTo be somewhere again here found From the road of make beginningWhere my dreams still belongIn swift of the north lights spinningAnd each shadows dances on strongI have hope in new times comingWith their aspiring summer springWhere seeds of earth are bloomingAnd we still have pleasures to sing Peter S. Quinn


From Within I’ve looked for moments of loveThrough air, earth and water wavesLike a caged birdThe scars of my heart have come outTo these frozen veins and foliagesThat has found its meaning and placeWell withinLine of secret rocksThat I can not walk but barefootMy panic is torn between the linesOf these wordsAs my heart goes on in this searchRotating round the cratersOf uneven pondering thoughtsThat the night has givenOn this piece of paper of half empty thoughts Peter S. Quinn


From Within Every Ongoing Weaving Dream From within every ongoing weaving dreamCome the lofty motions through fulsome airSomething from inside tenderness will steerFrom the continuing rivers of time's streamTheir drifting through the clouds of timeless timeDelivering their summer voyage and shadeThat were revelations in beauties all madeWith the golden wings of its rising prime The reflective from the blossoming sightWe could behold in with our inner eyesThat flies free with every true fairy taleLike a morning brightness of first dawn's flightFrom the hope of tomorrow's purest skiesThat to ordinary day has no avail Peter S. Quinn


Frost Flowers These are my frost flowers,On the cold window;Morning comes in showers,Falling rain pearls adagio.Broken thought of autumn,Into the frigid stream;Reaching to earth's bottom,With their droplet ream. Where will you be tomorrow,When the dark is gone;Past their innermost sorrow,The come of rising dawn.Seeds of the earth's wisdom,All of the winter's year;Sulkiness that's now accustom,When the day's not yet clear. These are my frost roses,All which I'm giving to you;In colored and pale doses,With some of the morn dew.Clearing of sky will be coming,Into the rising once more;And again then welcoming,As it has done many times before. Peter S. Quinn


Frozen Earth Frozen earthLike silvery groundEach day 'it’s worthBeing here aroundEchoes singingOf the wintry breezeWinter cold bringingWith Christmas trees You and IHoping for sun raysThru open skyRound moods of graysYesterday´s coldThough colder it’s nowAs ice threads unfoldOn Icy brow Frozen roadCurving on and onMoment´s erodeTill they are goneWinter dreamingAt beautiful sightIn trance all´s seemingThis cold dim night Peter S. Quinn


Futures Whirl Around (From, Moderate Tempers) Futures whirl aroundNothing is to be foundLost in the sightings newAmong the treasured fewFlowers of the pastInside and outside castInto lost yesterdays skiesDrifting their goodbyes Summerset will comeFrom each corner fromLightly weighting loadOn to the twining roadAnywhere from there goFast paces and the slowGiving the futures tryWhere each our destiny lie Rising onward morningIn to day's thoughts aborningSunshine with its rainDistinguish beauty and painAll around to carry outFlexuous sprouts of doubtLingering to life's fateLoving, respect and hate Peter S. Quinn


Galaxies Of Wishes Out come the moments with the stars to catchVastly dimensions of in between spaceGalaxies of wishes future to touchEvery route junctures many waysMan shall be conquering dreams immense doneDestiny's conduct knowledge and the skillsGiving full navigation in the runA dream with purpose veracity fills Whispers of journeys successfully goingIn to wasteland of no one beforeOpening distances to the sealed doorsWhere we see future's star shine glowingThrough deep sighting of the virgin soil shoreEach of our ideas and data stores Peter S. Quinn


Game Of Nowhere Some play the game of nowhereLike they were in dark seaSwimming from here to thereInside and outside to beFeelings of every pain driftingGoing so endlessly onBlack to the light there shiftingUntil the sunshine is gone Love is deep end touchSaying but even more thinkingNothing to give as muchBut when you are from it sinkingHeart to be felt and brokenWords that are never to speakSome are better not spokenOnly make meanings too weak I'm now deep deep insideLonely and much torn apartWhere shadows of arrows hideInside a broken down heartEmpty is now all this spaceThat is sinking me into deepLove touch and its many waysSeems now from another leap Some play the game of nowhereLike they were in dark seaSwimming from here to thereInside and outside to beFeelings of every pain driftingGoing so endlessly onBlack to the light there shiftingUntil the sunshine is gone Peter S. Quinn


Garden Of Pigments Like stars above the groundAnd roots beneath the earthOur own is somewhere foundAnd has its value and worthThe wings of thoughts fly freeThrough words that come in sightFor the minutes that settle to beInspirations from a risen new flight And every time we feel our wayIn hours of morning and nightfallWith feelings that inside there playAnd give us the mode of their call The deep sea and oceans aroundA sky giving longings to moreReaching your roots and beyondFaraway hills to further exploreThe dreams that crave our tasteGarden of pigments to embraceExtension complete and emplacedLife’s expressway and ambsace And every time we feel our wayIn hours of morning and nightfallWith feelings that inside there playAnd give us the mode of their call Peter S. Quinn


Gef Mér Skóna (Give Me The Shoes) gef mér skónaaf forspjalli ?ínuég er leitandi enn eftir spori?ú ert allt ?ú ert ekkert?ú ert vindirinn sem hvín ég er leitandi eftir vegisem í fyrndinni var tilnú lí?ur a? degiog ?á hverfa ?au skil ertu enn?á í mér?útaf forspjalli ?ínu?a? er eins og ég ei ?vori,?ví ?ú ert allt og ?ú ert ekkert?egar ?ú kemur til mín Peter S. Quinn


Gentle Weather Voice (From,134 Picture Poems) gentle weather voiceguided carefullyonto the baggy bush being steadyand obliviousswirling canesthrough unison Peter S. Quinn


Get On Through I break my dreams into dark blueWith golden moments flyingA heart is either true or untrueIn each its way it’s tryingReach on and hold to a dreamIn the cold that we don't knowCrazy all these times seemMoving its distance fast or slow Cry me a star or a cloud of timeAll is inside a moments driftThe afterthoughts try to mimeWhat goes by to strike and swift?Some will never reach a heightUnderneath the downward liesWhy it is that wings lose flightOr a thought gives up and dies I'll break lose to go boldfacedPassing the clouds far in dimI was born and thus just raisedNever the deep gulf to swimWhat it's worth make a mistakeAll is not lost because of thisHindrance to bend and breakGet on though with your wish Peter S. Quinn


Getting Away Getting awayFrom silent skyMeeting todayIn summer bird cryTides are turningFor ever moreLife's adjourningTo another yore June's now at playIn colors dyeTones of grayHave loosen their tieLife is revivingOnce more in earthGreen arrivingIn new growth and birth Getting awayFrom winter's moodDreary shade's playAnd dim solitudeSky in distant blueFar as eyes seesIn to renewAnd impending peace Peter S. Quinn


Ghost Walk I aim in dark to a sunny day,I'll try to find there a rightful way;But in all my aims I could not find,Fore I walked roads so totally blindAnd aimed in dark to a sunny day. Where will this lead what I've found?Why am I so to this stubborn bound?To find no way from the moldering yore,Just like I had walked here before,Like this was short of another round. Why do I aim to this sunny day?When all is before so dark and grayAnd what was I in my other, behind;I need to know but where can I find,So I aim in dark to a sunny day. Peter S. Quinn


Gifts Of Blossom The green in the clamor of coming springWith feelings of summer like butterflyOn to the moments of azure born skyWhen love will be young in a heart to singCarrying the flowers of peace and new thoughtWith the unsullied breeze that comes here throughColors abandoned in winter's cold furrowNow again glowing and to the front brought Gifts of blossom in wholesome reverieOfferings in the sun filling each dayBrimming joys on to its living everyNow by structures of passing disarrayAll the hope coming from silences goingFilling new mornings with freshness showing Peter S. Quinn


Give A Dream To You Give a dream to youWith many bouquets ownRoots of what is trueIn your soul sown Trust a feeling tooTo catch each desireLove is to renewFlames of quenching fire Anything to lastInto the days aheadGiving from its pastThat love once bled Dance on to findWorld’s many dreamsLife’s moments windCombined paths schemes Love is all to beTrust you’re to giveOf feelings eternallyThat you must always live Peter S. Quinn


Give A Heart Give a heart to your loveThere’s always something thereLike drifting clouds aboveFeelings to go everywhereSummer dreams that go byOr winter tales in mistSpring’s forever blue skyAutumn colors tinctured twist You know you have it allInside where you’re beat goesAnd from there will callWhen roots of passion growsFor love is like a green treeLeaves that shiver in the breezeAnd from the inside will seeHow kindness always frees You have so much to giveOr take for what you’ll needEach goal an example to liveAnd thus how love should lead Peter S. Quinn


Give A Time (From, Rock Star) Give a time to be a star,The rivers are out of control;Some things are quite bizarre,In and out of this chuckhole. Give a time to flowing dreams,Waves of the sea to try;Though everything faraway now seems,Let just your thoughts grow high. Time is at ease or going,Live with your changes to be;There is some absolute in knowing,What your eyes can not see. Give a time for your freedom,Follow the roads that are near;There are many distances ad-infinitum,But only yesterday becomes clear. Time is at ease or going,Live with your changes to be;There is some absolute in knowing,What your eyes can not see. All chains are meant to brake loose,To make away to your tomorrow;You have no reasons for an excuse,To stand against the undergo.Say what you dream and dream yet again,Your secrets are only inside your space;Like rivers from mountains down to the glen,Attitudes like dreams so many ways. Like rivers from mountains down to the glen,Attitudes like dreams so many ways. Peter S. Quinn


Give A Way! Give A Way! Give a way! give a way!For the morning bright,Here comes the dayFrom under the night;Shining with glory onDawn from an yonder,Until all this old is goneSwiftly like sky thunder.Day, oh day come fullAwake in playfulness,Not a moment more dullOnly the hour’s sweet fresh;Neat they will be aboutShining on armor's feet,Rifting away all doubtWho darkens the street.Playful you will beWith all this shining,For all what you seeLike gold threads lining.Give a way! give a way!The new day's in birth,Another morn coming dayWith all what a life's worth. Peter S. Quinn


Give A Way! Give A Way! (From, Lost Song Poems) Give a way! give a way!For the morning bright,Here comes the dayFrom under the night;Shining with glory onDawn from an yonder,Until all this old is goneSwiftly like sky thunder.Day, oh day come fullAwake in playfulness,Not a moment more dullOnly the hours sweet fresh;Neat they will be aboutShining on armor's feet,Rifting away all doubtWho darkens the street.Playful you will beWith all this shining,For all what you seeLike gold threads lining.Give a way! give a way!The new day's in birth,Another morn coming dayWith all what a life's worth. Peter S. Quinn


Give Love Give love wings freeEverything is to be certainInside forever to beAway from worlds pain Love like Dark OceanDrinks from both to shareFlow flow of emotionEverything that becomes lair Nothing compares to loveTouching your heart with soundBeat of the plentiful ofThat nowhere else is found All that is you’re receivingNever a moment dullInside of a heart believingThat its cup is full Wings in the air around youTouches like never beforeAll that comes delivering throughAlways for more and more Love of day and nightEverything is to be truthIn circling ways and flightOf life’s eternal youth Peter S. Quinn


Give Love... Give LoveFrom the inside outGive loveThat's what love's aboutFulfillment of everythingThat inside givesIn your heart can singOutshines and lives Give all of youMakes the world go roundThat's what comes thruWhen true love's foundEverything you areInside deep and shiningSpotless near and afarEach passion refining Give closeSupport that'll holdLove glowsThat‘s of spot on goldEverything you shareBecomes a partIf your love's nearTo give a heart Peter S. Quinn


Give Me A Break I'm the plaza's coffee cupAnd I'm peeking to youWalking on none stopStreet people going here thru Thinking a working thoughtAnd how the day's going to beIf you should not or oughtTake a stop and drink from me Give me a breakLet me have your lipsWhatever it will takeTo have few coffee drips!Gents and pretty womenNow is your coffee timeListen to my invitationThru life’s pantomime I have a heart to showA handle for you to holdMy coffee’s hot drip slowAlways free - not sold! Sip as you like and pleaseIt's a freedom flavor drinkGood in making buddiesAnd gives you time to think Give me a break… *** (written to Ben Heine surreal composition “Give Me a Break” at Flickr) Peter S. Quinn


Give Me A Love Song To Sing Give me a love song to singTo get my day throughI shall my heart then bringCloser and closer to you Each life moments are joyExisting to fulfill and giveNever let bad moods destroyWhat you from skill might liveReveries that are beautifulAnd skillfully made from startWith every morning so fullRight from inside your heart Give me a love song to singTo get my day throughI shall my heart then bringCloser and closer to you Each our different waysTurning their doldrums onColors and cloudy graysInside there for everyoneLove that’s music to the earsGiving each heart a tryWhat in the beats you’ll hearBefore those hours say goodbye Give me a love song to singTo get my day throughI shall my heart then bringCloser and closer to you Yesterday has disappearedWith something we left behindThoughts from in we’ve steeredAnd we could no longer findEverything must have its goLetting us know every feeling


So you shall always then knowSome its views time’s stealing Give me a love song to singTo get my day throughI shall my heart then bringCloser and closer to you ~*~ (The structure scheme for this one is somewhat loosely that of Oh What aBeautiful Mornin’! by Oscar Hammerstein II) *I’ll now depart from here for a while, as I’m decorating my room (making itmore comfortable) , before I start writing music again (Yes – that’s what I wasdoing the last time I was absent from here… ;) - psq Peter S. Quinn


Give Me A Smile (A Song Lyric) Give me a smile before I close my eyesThe world's in blackness to a lonely dayAlways living with nothing more to sayTurning always from these tortured done lies The sun is now set for the morning skyThis living isn't too easy to embraceIf you want to walk in a steady graceWithout giving reasons to where and why Cards have been played from beginnings to endSetting the time curves to twisted moralsNo one to notice when shadows will chrome Each of its lies will hold close its own trendNothing to rise to the tentative laurelsWhere each of its stakes’s a long way from home Peter S. Quinn


Give Me A Time To Run Give me a time to runI'm so much in my freedomLife is of sadness and funContributing ways asylumGladness gives me laughterSadness only its deep painWhat is this existence after?Where shall they both reign? Tomorrow is always comingGiving its time to shareSome of it is just benumbingWithout its street's fareLife has its ups and downWith its beauty and uglinessEach can become a hometownWith its many penurious Give me a time to laughEverything becomes easierSometimes it isn't enoughWhen life gets much breezierGive muddy bosom - sunsetFor golden it will becomeIf futures in equals are meetTo blooms of the earth some (Inspiration: Langston Hughes) Peter S. Quinn


Give Me A World Full Of Hope Give me a world full of hopeThat sings of joy to everyone,So I may with my sadness copeBefore my life is all here done.Give me a feeling with a trustFor I too must have my own,And our striving shall not lie in rustThough we are low and almost gone.Give me your smile sweet and mildOf temper that trusts in each fate,With a gesture or a feeling not reviledSo route to each love shall lay straight.Give me a world full of hopeIt is not too much to ask for,Love's not an answer in a gropeThat nobody reaches for anymore.The question of love lies always deepYou can touch with feelings of your own,Some may lay unnoticed under a heapJust to reach out for to carry on Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Another Song Give me another songUnder dark threshing shedLove to the feelings belongWhere shall these words lead?Believe is love’s old friendVisor has its careful stepsSo much becomes transcendWhen it comes for its schleps Bend sentences more tenderWith dear lips forgivenWhispering words - each blenderThat from emotion is drivenTomorrow is quite ours tooOver the simmering processLove words have never a clueBefore they are done and less What do I long dare I say?For so many riddles remainEach with a thought and a frayGiving their own abstainStrings of each touch is strungTo new fallen snow or greenClassify not where each belongBut how many times it's been Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Colors Give me colors all to seeAlways extra and some more Shades of tomorrows to beAnother view of earth´s contour Not empty handed to go onJust the dreams a la mode Because ways shall be goneIn their own of oldness load Give colors like the sunshineIn the darkness of the deep I will draw a desired lineFor the hours those to keep Where fate lies in its futureWith all its opening new way Meet the opportunities moocherAs he comes here to play Give me colors to paint trueWhere the walls are currently Shadings there I shall all doLet the walls its colors see Touching stones with pencil brightOf every day in newer shade Sketch of freedom’s morning bright!With the hands - free will has made Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Dreams (From Album, Like Love Is True) Let love be here for ever moreInside your heart to be sureOf what it is always for Give me dreams to each day highSo the emptiness of thoughtless goesMorning that comes like a butterflyFilling up sky with its reddish glows Give me a dream that will reach noonWandering ways of repenting stringsNever be lost in the bluish moonWhen the eternally space of dark sings Day to the evening of lovely songsSomething you can't forget forever moreEverything where the free dream belongsAnd will reach out from its afar Love songs that are filling your mindWith feeling you feel from inside a heartSomething to start with once you'll findGiving you ways right from the first start Love songs that are filling your mindWith feeling you feel from inside a heartSomething to start with once you'll findGiving you ways right from the first start Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Heart And Love Of Thistles Give me heart and love of thistlesAnd something that unknots the dayFeelings are lonesome too bristlesFor so much of them are in grayPlayful are clouds black fissuresBeautiful ones the no one can undoThe flowers to find its wishersSomething of the essence and true Bleeding up roses of white or redGardens where hearts are foundNickel silver spoons brownish bledThose together are more purely boundLilies on a vermilion white plateLike electric butterflies bleedingEach of the emotional corrode stateThose to eyes are momentarily reading Can you do some somber indulgences?With flowers that are almost stonesNever to undo the burning trancesThat touch has among essences alonesSomeone might speak of great loveOn doing its bluish golden ointmentsSomething so faraway in the aboveThat never again it'll show relents - The Crew (not the same as today...) Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Joyful Bliss Happy happy moodGive me wings to singMy tempers have bluedInto a melancholy stringThe end of summer’s dayAre in my yearnings stillAnd allow a cord to playWhat memories did spill I'd like to be so blissfulAnd find the road I’ve lostI feel as the hours are dullAnd into gloomy tossedA rosebud has died todayIn a garden of summer’s bedLike colors return to grayWhen its bouquets have bled Give me joyful blissWith happy clouds going bySo I may return to thisWhat made my cerulean skyWith laugher in my eyesCheering the hours onAnd colors of spring new dyesThat now seems lost and gone Peter S. Quinn


Give Me More Give me more,Of the stars out there;Love is never too sure,To give or to share.Daydreaming away,Feelings of a heart;The innermost play,Of two counterpart. Raindrops falling,From a cloudy sky;Memories calling,Hours that away fly.Dreams to follow,Into the loneliness;Moments are hollow,And times lovely less. Daydreams are near,When day's wintry on;Crystal's icy clear,Summer winds are gone.Loneliness will walk,With streets from here;Hours a slowly clock,In shadows atmosphere. Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Some Love (A Song Lyric) Give me some love to let the day beginA love to be sure in its much disguiseEverywhere is sunshine from withinLike a day that is coming in its rise You and I forever like drifting cloudsFeeling the ways to give so much there ofLonely people sometimes in crowdsWith our only purpose in our true love What is it to be in love always again?There is a purpose from some of all thisSearch and you will find joy within and thenEvery road leads to undying of bliss Together flying high to the mornings foundSomething there always coming around Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Some Time Give me some timeLet me be in your wayAs the hours climbMeeting on the new day All is in your givingWhat it is you mustRight way on to livingIf it’s me you trust Flowers grow from seedIn the gardens bedNever of love be curriedIf its truth ahead Yesterdays were knowingWhat you had to makeAnd in tomorrow’s showingFlowers it did awake Like the wind goes roundSo is love in turnAll its passion foundAs its ways must burn Let summer days be brightIn your love and wakingBefore long comes nightAnd your heart is aching Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Sunshine Give me sunshineWith its endless varietiesAnd I'll feel fineAmong the greenery treesJust like arising morningFull of endless highWith dreams for yearningAnd its living tie Give me beautyFrom the endless seaAnd I’ll be freeFrom inside of meGlory to the new born dayAnd its blue glow skyNow my hope's coming my wayGiving me a try Give me all of new day's glowI want to be born freeBefore it’s my time to goTo show what's inside of mePlease dance with meAnd let me be born againAll life's so endlesslyIf it’s not lived in vain Peter S. Quinn


Give Me The Dreams Give me the dreamsThat goes beyondSummerfield streamsInside and aroundEverything newTo grasp close and dearSweetly on throughAnd always near We lose our waysWith feelings aloneExistence it playsTo lives end zoneWhen nothing’s plainAnd we aren’t awareOur search was in vainThrough walkways bare Give me the blessingTo find what I needLoneliness is trespassingInto my feeling’s deedAnd everything I holdIs not here to stayLike a heart stone-coldIts beats now play Peter S. Quinn


Give Me The Freshness Now come here and bring your tuneful with youEvery singing of its stream and waysLike water drizzling and filling with playsEach mood of its rainfall coming here throughGive me the freshness of journals of heartThe longings and feelings that never dieLike a morning of daybreak's coming skyTruth that lies behind each horizon start Give me the knowing that peace is readyTo find and deliver happenings aroundThe readings I hear in the callings thereEvery footfall that paces in steadyWith growth to deliver in wilderness foundSomething that only freedom could steer Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Time Give me time to beGive me time to liveGive me time to seeGive me time to give Let me reach my goalLet me find my wayLet me have a roleLet me learn today Give me time to useGive me time to makeGive me time to loseGive me time to wake Peter S. Quinn


Give Me True Fire – A Love Song Give me a song for loveFire to fit like gemstoneFeelings like clouds aboveDrifting in its hazing toneDistances where opennessPlays wide and unspokenEach morning to impressDreams from a night woken Refrain: True fireIs anythingOf rewarding Time floats onAnd is doneOrWaitsA life time Wakefulness sweet speechReaching the mountain snowLove from two souls to teachNever to degenerate or goLinking the moments onFilling them with recollectionTouch that's never withdrawnOf feelings full of affection Refrain: True fireIs anythingOf rewarding Time floats onAnd is doneOr


WaitsA life time Give me a tune of blue skyA dawn that comes to awakeAnd never let expectations dieThat has a true heart to takeLet every song be sublimeNever to echo customs lostLet every day be dreamtimeWith opportunities embossed Peter S. Quinn


Give Me Your Love Give me your love that's trueDarling anything is possibleIt's all up to me and youFor the times never to be dull The night with stars aboveIs much in our feelings nowEverything is made of loveThat moves here to and fro Give your heart tonightFrom inside your eyesAnd touchEverything feels so rightIn its surpriseAnd loving you so much When we two together areEverything's feeling so fineLike music from bar to barOr summer with sunshineWhen we two together areDay and night peace and war It's all up to me and you Give your heart tonightFrom inside your eyesAnd touchEverything feels so rightIn its surpriseAnd loving you so much When we two together areEverything's feeling so fineLike music from bar to barOr summer with sunshineEverything that we two doIs like our love - forever new


Peter S. Quinn


Give My Regards Give my regards to people with hats,And those that are angry at the weather.All those lonely people at apartment’s flats:- You could keep warm being closer together. Don't let your hair disturb humor or mood,Sooner or later summer shall again be here.Don't even let the cars disturb you or intrude,When you walk on an easy street, anywhere... Give my regards to every joy and fondness,That future may give you each and every day.Always catch opportunities - quite you and fresh,Well - I guess there is nothing more I can say... .................Except, - smile to the world! Peter S. Quinn


Give Or Take Here, I am back againWondering with my lonely heartDrawing words with a penInto lines and poetrySomething for both you and me ChorusGive or take these feelings awayNothing forever will beTricks with your heart they'll playWith its emotion's swift-key Take away all this painDriven and drifted ways apartDust on roads grain by grainGo without your importanceNever more - a second chance Chorus Leave now alone this heart (Inspiration: Leonard Cohen › Be For Real Are you back in my life to stay?Or is it just for todayThat you need me?If it’s a thrill you’re looking forWell, honey, I’m flexible, oh, yeah ChorusJust be for real oh, babyBe for real oh, babyYou see I don’t want to be hurt by love again Now you see I’m not naiveBut I would like to believe


What you tell meSo don’t give me the world todayAnd tomorrow take it away, oh no Chorus Thanks for the song Mr. knight Peter S. Quinn


Give Some Future (From, Coradoba) Give some future inside tomorrowAll is drifting in its breezeFlowering seeds there to borrowLove is disguise to what you seeThe rainy clouds come and goEverything is quite steady onYou must just feel what you knowRise to the billows or be gone Past to future will carry destinyNothing we can do about or breakLove songs into open for you and meWho is the judge to what it takesRight or wrong may be in your bookWedging on the things that you knowBut who really knows where to lookWhen footsteps divide them and grow Not everything's just right or wrongSomething’s so much in there betweenJust like there is some beautiful songOthers are still dwelling to be seenYou and I have hope for so muchBringing forward the coming dayHanging it lose getting out of touchLife is not brightness or its grey Peter S. Quinn


Give Us Hope To Follow Dreams Give us hopeTo follow dreamsTo the hoursThat are long goneFlowers give seedsRivers streamsTo carry our devotionOn and onNothing foreverIs for us to beIt’s only a whisperFrom the breezeLove songs of peaceTo set us freeGive us hopeLike roots to trees Nothing will raiseTomorrow skyThat falls to earthBefore its timeLove songs of hopeSome will dieEven in its freshnessAnd its primeCast not patchesTo yellow leavesNever let hopeBe broken downMany are the gardensOf our believesJewels of centerAnd in its crown Come hereGive freedom’s stillnessWith seedsThat will give its worthThere are songs


Of hearts fullnessThat to freedomWill give its birthYesterdaysAre now forever lostBroken downIn its old promisesRoses brightBeen double-crossedNow relianceWhere are your wishes? Peter S. Quinn


Give Us Hope To Live There will be a time when time will goThrough darkness of years and dyingLike footsteps lost into winter's snowAnd rain from the cloudy sky crying No day will rise to a new born bloomOr a blue sky fore a darkish eveningFor life on earth shall all be doomWithout hope or nightingales singing Eternally on the darkness will comeWith dust of the earth and killingBe there for years hundredth more someNever to leave it's death empty filling Listen to the wind no ears will hearOnly the empty gardens and spaceLife’s then lost and dried every tearOnly the silence and desolation days Give us hope to live here for yearsTurn to every hope that you makeWe need resources and peace that caresInto your future be more awake Every hour is important from now onWe get closer to our own destructionBefore you know earth's beauty is goneNever return to a safe course reduction Peter S. Quinn


Give Your Heart A Try (From My Musical, This Is MyLife) Give your heart a tryWith the sunshine of a new dayThere are clearance in the skyFollowing the new day Everything's either wrong or rightFrom the first of each playAnd when you have seen the lightYou know it's going to be okay Dreams to take you further to stageWhere you will reach the goLove is is the burden you weighIn following your rainbowSomething in there must always glowIn what you do and say Stars have fallen through the yearsSome have reached their sightOthers only scattered their tearsThrough rainy day and night Dreams to take you further to stageWhere you will reach the goTurn on each their walking pageAs the enter in life's showLove is its passion or its rageEverything in the streams must flowFallen stars and the rain cloudsThe verves of so many doubtsEverything to learn and know Give your heart a tryWith the sunshine of the coming dayThere are clearance in the highFollowing them don't let them die


Peter S. Quinn


Gliding Through Gliding here throughTo dreams of Milky Way,Between me and youTill there's a new born day. Holding to a rainbowSo I won't lose Earth,My wings on a rowTo a new kind of birth. Feeling for the centerBut losing day's reality,Now I am to enterWhat lies inside of me. Swirling wheels of fireEvery thought of being,Man's utmost desireSomething not well seeing. Colors of space beyondGlimmering dust of night,What's lost can be foundIf it will shine on right. Peter S. Quinn


Glistening Stones (From,134 Picture Poems) glistening stonesflashing their beauty silver pink and greyagainst the blossom green and wings of yellowsunlight Peter S. Quinn


Glow And Glow Away (Haiku) Glow and glow away,every snowflakes drifting playnone for long will stay Peter S. Quinn


Glow Faraway Moon The day is goingIn to the deepest of fallRed yellow flowingIn dreams of winter's callThe memories keep talkingThrough tinctured roadAs days away are walkingWith their summer load ChorusGlow faraway moonIn the clouds aboveI'll be seeing you soonWith darkness much ofIn stars falling wishesTwinkling bright onThrough the morning blissesTill the day is gone Flowers in windowNow winter frost roses areOf cold icy snowSilvery shimmer starMy dreams long gone to longIn the cold outsideFrom outlying dreamy songLike clouds above glide Glow faraway moonIn the clouds aboveI'll be seeing you soonWith darkness much ofIn stars falling wishesTwinkling bright onThrough the morning blissesTill the day is gone Sweet old time in distantOf its bygone on stream


With this dark coexistentGleaming from starry beamYou and I just waitingFor bright morning to riseHeartbeat anticipatingWith shine in new skies Glow faraway moonIn the clouds aboveI'll be seeing you soonWith darkness much ofIn stars falling wishesTwinkling bright onThrough the morning blissesTill the day is gone Memories keep talkingThrough tinctured roadAs days away are walkingWith their summer load Peter S. Quinn


Glow Glow Glow glow into the wilderness my hopeOf yesterdays dreams that are now nowhereOnly a feeling to come again hereWith the new pleasures and beyond cloud's scopeWays are now going that once were much aliveInto oblivion of no return backSomewhere in morning new lights arriveFrom the fields and the meadows of the black Bring fire of a hidden deeper meaningTo the mountains mystical in the farLike blueness of the dreams that come and goWinds of north forever you're careeningFilling the empty vow of glistening marThat billows to the shore with its light glow Peter S. Quinn


Glow Glow... Glow glow in the morningFlowing forward new ward flameColored shades new learningSome are still without a nameYesterday was burning redFlying thru past time's wheelWhere colors of the evening bledSome so unreal to feel Glow glow time to this dayEverything is moving here forwardShadows in the corner’s wayThis and that from inside acquiredLove songs of the tide's gone byWhere their roses all did growFrom the shadows of sea and skyFilling the earth with its glow Glow glow time my beating heartI am still here going aroundBorn from the past of my 1st startNow in my footsteps I'm foundThru the rush of this endless seaIn the early morning of a tideWhat I grow from inside meThru my whole and each its divide Peter S. Quinn


Glow In The Sky Glow in the skyReaching eternally onGlowing to the highUntil its time‘s goneJust like life isGiving dreams in truthIn its way and blissAnd forever youth Glow inside a heartBet to give and shareFrom new born startWhile we both are hereIn everything we doIn finding each wayTill it’s all here throughEvery single day Glow is like a waveOn the ocean deepFeelings that we graveBut we cannot keepShare inside our livingWhat it is to beFrom our point of givingBoth for you and me Peter S. Quinn


Glow Night Glow night come here to be still in my heartFrom the morning of the freshly sunshineOrdeal of love in beginning apartThat has drawn its footsteps in the sand lineFlame of the merry month of a coming springThrough the day and the dark of earth decayWhen the eternal of life to the sprit singIn roots of my song that's forever like May The calling from the past of my on goingThrough the tides of its many new trialsForever like summer in shadings glowingWith its ongoing motions and new denialsBlaze of my love like the air in the burningWhen it's freshest in its thought and learning *A picture is available with this poem, at flickr: Peter S. Quinn


Glowed Window (From,134 Picture Poems) glowed windowsun and earthbound climate cloudy children of desireearly spring skies where crystalprismatic eyesshimmer by perceptions Peter S. Quinn


Glowing Surface (From,134 Picture Poems) glowing surfacesilky tar seen in misty gold billion raysplays afar shadowscan not hold Peter S. Quinn


Go And Catch A Falling Star In everything between,Rivers glow and flow afar,In everything now seen.Dreams are like the watery ways,Every hour they're living,Meet daysIn raysThose thoughts are endlessly giving. Every love is singing,Dreams away from its advance,Luck of the thousands bringing,In every their strange chance.Nights of twinkling's quantity fair,The peculiar of dimly sights,Cold air,Now hereIn blackness of the colored lights. Let me know my coming dreams,Flowing with the frosty breeze,Thoughtfully in what it seems,Fantasies fragilities;Some are untaught to become true,Oddly conjecture in their act,Close toTill throughLike a glimmer that has been tracked. Peter S. Quinn


Go Away (From, Lost Song Poems) Go away - go awayThey said, come another day,Bring a kindle in your heartSo the dancing can start;Go away - go awayAnd the memories won't stay,You are the forgotten partIn everything that you art. Some may say to the spring:You have followed in the frost,Footsteps in a sallow stringWhat the gone autumn had lost;Some may say now lets bringBack everything time's tossed,For the summer will then singAway what fate doublecrossed. Go away - go awayHear my song and a pray,For its long way still to goBefore blooming again glow;Go away - go awayLet rainbow with doubt play,Frosty footsteps in the snowThey are still for you to know. Peter S. Quinn


Go Away! No-More-Ignorance My dreams are here in earthly stayLike corrode on earth to goIn years to come as it all maySome be lost like others grow Each dream in roots of desolateIn all their wordless to giveThis and that in pleasures madeAnd futures new to live Go away! Go away! No-More-IgnoranceGo away! Go away! Give each of us a chanceWe are together to bring art outLove and peace is what it is all aboutWe artists of every nationBringing our love with anticipationWe don't require any Censored ThemeAll we want is true art in its mainstreamLet's sing together now for our peaceAnd making our dreams coming through to pleaseLet's give hope when there's a cloudy skyBe alive and true without asking why Bliss of touching and feelings foundMy guessing with moments onTimes that were and are aroundWhen later I will be gone My flowers given and takenWith ascend to carry ageWhen heart-strings are re awakenThat gave my roses their weight Go away! Go away! No-More-IgnoranceGo away! Go away! Give each of us a chanceWe are together to bring art outLove and peace is what it is all aboutWe artists of every nationBringing our love with anticipation


We don't require any Censored ThemeAll we want is true art in its mainstreamLet's sing together now for our peaceAnd making our dreams coming through to pleaseLet's give hope when there's a cloudy skyBe alive and true without asking why No time shall break my seeds to thriveAnd grow its bouquet's blossomWhen I'm dead I'll still be aliveIn the whole lot my work's from My flowers given and takenWith ascend to carry ageWhen heart-strings are re awakenThat gave my roses their weight That gave my roses their weight! Peter S. Quinn


Go To The Beach Go to the beachWhere sea waves teach,Their to and fro motionThat connects to the ocean… You can’t stop a tree from growingOr the sun to shine,Each direction each life is goingEverything shall be fine… Go to the above skyReach the morning rising high,Flowers shall scent the airGive of its beauty everywhere… You can enjoy all of thisWith yours - day and night on,For life is all like blissTill every hour of it is gone… Go to the deep of finding waysColors shall take over from grays,Everything shall again be beautifulThat once you considered dull… Experience is a giftFilling the moments air,Take your spirit and upliftAnd everything’s again fine around here. ~ ~ ~Go to the beachWhere sea waves teach,Their to and fro motionThat connects to the ocean… Peter S. Quinn


God Is Love God is love and all love is deep respectLike a butterfly of light with wings goingOn to the air and bluish sky of glowingPassing through the day with love to connectEvery iron flower to make newFilling with blooming of coloring shadeInto a delight of life's fulfill madeAnd giving seeds that become bright and true Love is thus much purer than any aidOr manmade offerings to bring pleasureJoys of its structures in beauty displayedBrimming out amazement and treasureA pavilion of feelings that fly aroundInside a heart at every time found Peter S. Quinn


Goddess Of Light Goddess of lightWith wings from the nightHow you whisper softlyTo my soul in needGoddess of streamIn foggy twilight gleamAll my heart you readLike a river dream… Goddess of dayThere’s no other like youAll light comes your wayYou make the sky blueWhisper to me gentlyVoices of softly breezeAll my heart you readAs your voice sings in the tress Refrain:Beautiful like a swanWinging on to the freeYou are my rising dawnAlways in flight tenderlyNothing can equal youAs new day is born againAnd the first gleam comes thruAfter dark nightly spin Goddess of lightWith wings from the nightYou are the lucky oneNever have you disagreedGoddess of riverEarth dreams you deliverAll my heart you readAs the forest quiver Peter S. Quinn


Going On And On Going on and onIn to the time passingSoon these hours are goneNothing is for lastingDays are never the sameAll is a time going byEternal flickering flameThe horizon and the sky Going on like dreamsFlickering ocean wavesRiver of endless streamsAll what the hour cravesNothing seems so realInto this hour of dreamOur life is as you feelThe flow of its river stream Going before tomorrowWe - to catch dust of timeIn everything we borrowFrom beginning to its primeThe endless in going deliverOh here my vision isMy thoughts its quiverOn to this afar bliss Going on and onIn to the time passingSoon these hours are goneNothing is for lastingMy hopes are in life triesAnd what I may accomplishLet futures knot its tiesMy reality - become its wish Peter S. Quinn


Gold Clouds As the wind goes on to its own streamIn the gold clouds of tomorrow risingLike a summer of flowers gold sunbeamThose from a fantasy world are actualizing With flow in the evening rays As the wind goes on to its own streamAnd everything is in its twilight’s dream When glow of the evening plays With every agleam that as arisen your mindIn the flickering clouds dancing highWhen those moments of days are left behindIn the night falling beyond starry sky And the night fills with dark allays *(lyric from 1 of my trance songs) Peter S. Quinn


Golden Heavy Boughs My dreams are for days that are coming with rainSweet fields converse in to winter's dark feelsDarkness is now in and light from day peelsWoven garland dreaming yielding in painSeeds tomorrow flowers in earth's deep reignMarveled now for nothing but footpath time's heelsTides of wintry weather stretched are its wheelsWith the golden heavy boughs along the lane Clouds of glowering sky - a dark feathered swanWhere are my joys that were by daybreak side?Tranquil alter stripping the light its aidsEach of blithe bliss from shadows are now drawnVessel for day - obscure spirits to guideSummer's embossing to memories now fades Peter S. Quinn


Golden Seaside Golden seasidecoming my way,here I'll abidefinding my day;life is a wavegoing on by,longings to cravebefore I die. Golden youthmorning to come,that's the truthwhere all's from;feel the singingof its sea shore,what it's bringingmore and more... Golden beachdreams in your way,what shall you teachthis coming day?Life is on goingflying its wings,in golden glowingthat eternally sings. Peter S. Quinn


Golden Showering Glow Just a minute more golden showering glowBefore the evening comes once more inFeelings of silences waving thus slowFrom the inside of deep where it has beenShadows in coming and bringing on nightReaching with darkness four corners of skyClouds by their indistinct of ongoing flightStep by step touching so slowly nearby Clouds like flowers drifting in opening airThru their glisten weaving's of glowing goldFor night time of dreaming soon to be hereIn flickering depiction nothing to holdTomorrow approaches as this day shall endWith new features in impending blend Peter S. Quinn


Golden Waves O rainy heart all your beautiful waysBringing in dreams of the treasured goings byIn its moist and gray peak profound inlaysAs closure of winter comes to skyThe deep within rising of light resumingWith the shades of all tinctures of loveThe ways of the flowers in their bloomingFrom the gleaming of the clouds far aboveYesterday’s memories distant from nowInside the footsteps of longings still hereGolden waves of glow time pending to showSummer colors so pure in all and clearNew days knocking on to everythingGiving all the beauty of bright fresh spring Peter S. Quinn


Golden Yellow Evening Golden yellow eveningOn to darkish deepEvery dream bringingFor a thought to keepFantasies of shadingEvery harmony of seaFrom day's gone fadingAlways in weaving free Billows soft and newFrom the endless waysComing clearly thruSummer morning daysYesterdays of the goldOf its blaze of yellowDream enchanting holdIn their weaving mellow Nothing is similar to thisThat can give of it allFindings of its on blissWhen the evenings callDreams of dream breakFilling moment’s sundownWhen dark hours awakeIn their benevolent gown Peter S. Quinn


Gone I'm goneinto the shade of day,carry me onin your own way. I'm donenothing more to say,into the sunand summer's play. I'm gonelike flowers go,into the yonof another glow. This is a time going through,opportunities coming and calling;now it's here all up to you,moments are rising and falling. Life's a waywith dreams turning,coming of daywhat you're learning. Into its playwhat you are earning,nothing will staybridges are burning. Goneinto the shade of day,carry me onin times own way Peter S. Quinn


Good Day Dream Land Good day dream landHere you are everywhereSummer moods at commandOn to enjoyment hereYesterdays of winter’s deepGone to old memoriesNothing of dark to keepOnly new delight one sees Moody songs dim shrineWilderness cold sceneDay to day in its shineOf its abysses betweenAre leaving for the brightOf the new summer dayGoodbye dream old nightHere comes color to play Gardens of green fieldAll that was over and doneMending charms to yieldWith new pleasures wakenHere you are day of sunFilling the moment’s hoursOld scenes are on runFor the gratifying flowers Peter S. Quinn


Good End In The Beginning Good end in the beginning from here to thereEverything comes in before showingThat meaning of the day and evening goingIt starts to come up to show it’s somewhereLike we in truth are sometimes dreamsFinding our inner self in daily tidesThat in each corner of our thinking hidesFor nothing's so much as it actually seems You are making pictures dream clear and trueIn the way that you feel it’s going to beSometimes it’s a reverie of dual newWith what in those brush strokes you really seeIs there a promised land behind dreams tall?Or are there just limits for one and all Peter S. Quinn


Good Evening Good eveningSunshine musicalYour heart is to singA song for us allIn pleasuring waySo dreams come trueAnd color the grayThat came here thru Good starry nightWith a song to fillIn a glowing sightOf a musical thrillWhen days are in sleepIn the hours darkYour songs will keepTheir moments spark Good playing songFor a mood of the dimFor a heart to longIn its whimsy whimWhen hours are callingIn their dreams feelAs the stars are fallingAnd nothing seems real Peter S. Quinn


Good Morning Midnight There are flowers of lightIn the windows all nearThis is city neon’s nightWith some moments in the air Shadows dancing in a glowWithout people nearbyOutside’s winter without snowAnd the dim bottomless sky Good morning midnightI’ll be sleeping on soonRising into my dreamy flightWith the peeking old moon There is a flower in my potChristmas rose I think it isAnd it’s now reddening a lotIn its starry blossom bliss While I peek out my windowTrying to catch the stillnessOf the night’s passive adagioIn the frosty deep chillness Good morning midnightMay my peace now come inWith its sleepiness alrightAnd the dreams of whimsy spin Peter S. Quinn


Good Night Good night my earthI'm sending a lullabyTomorrow's a new birthFor another blue sky... Good night to allThe dreaming is on its wayWith its mystic befallUntil there´s a day Peter S. Quinn


Goodbye You have never loved meAnd you will never tryI'm still completely freein saying to you goodbyeI'm not so very lonelyBecause I don't really careYou are for you just onlyAnd I never was with you there You never gave me muchYou were so much just youAll your feelings out of touchAnd always completely untrueI never complained thoughBecause I had so much to doBut now I must have to gobecause I don't really love you People like you aren't rareThey are all here aroundThey think they are very fairBut they are just lost and foundNothing can change their wayFor they are too much just 'I'There's nothing that I can sayOther than goodbye, goodbye! Peter S. Quinn


Goodbye My Rose Goodbye my roseLife is sometimes lonelyIt's how time goesFor both you and meAll the days in memoryFeeling together oneNow those hours are freeAnd forever gone Goodbye my lovelyI'll always remember youNow your heart's freeFor other things to doAll the days of our springOn to the timelessOnly in the heart now singWith its much caress Goodbye for nowUntil it comes my destinyTo close my eye browAnd set my soul freeThen we'll have new hoursWith summer blossoms newMy darling of flowersThat day again I'll see you Peter S. Quinn


Goodbye For Now Moon (Haiku) Goodbye for now moonThe dim clouds have hidden youIn thick fall of snow (My window is out into the garden, and I can get out there, to make angels: -)Yes it’s now snowing Peter S. Quinn


Goodbye Red Rose Another day has gone,The road is lonely;But lights go on and on,Flickering there free.Who knows the road,That we will walk?In the days that glowed,With old epoch. Goodbye Red Rose,I'll remember you;Goodbye Red Rose,I'll remember you.Memories we now own,In the days ahead;We won't walk alone,With words once said. Like a light that comes,I'm now pondering;Summers and autumns,Drifting and wondering.Goodbye Red Rose,I'll remember you. Another day has past,Like ongoing rivers;Flowing slow or fast,Life and feelings delivers.Taking away our load,A smile and a talk;Like a seed once glowed,In the brios rimrock. Goodbye Red Rose,I'll remember you;Everything away goes,Into the eternal blue.Goodbye Red Rose...


Peter S. Quinn


Goodbye Says The Wind Goodbye says the windYou'll go higher than highWhen you lose and rescindOn the day that you dieFlowers are all still fallingIn days of diffuse sunshineAnd the clocks are callingTick tack tick out of line Every feeling from the heartAre like leaves glowingNow the winter again may startWith its cold and its snowingHere is nothing more to sayTo dreams that are goneThat's just times justified wayAs to go but ways carry on Goodbye say the times lostNow in the bleak outsideThe dice are once again tossedFor a new beginning to abideHear the ways of the goingsThat are lost to our dayLike the wind outside's blowingLet it all come as it may Peter S. Quinn


Goodbye Troubles Love let new spring be youFresh in its new beginningHeart always young and trueFrom growth now singingLet me know of your laughterEvery footstep new and boldBeautiful day’s morning afterGrowth in earth from the old Love look to my path afreshLet me see the forest growingSo I'll know how to enmeshWith the tide's timeless goingGive my heart spring once morePull the way for gracious loveI need your feelings to be sureWhat this throbbing is all of Doubtful old days into the pastThose wonderful sights aheadRainy clouds I have by-passedGoodbye troubles get joy insteadPull up your friendliest smileAll the outside’s now looking inLet aspiring hope be here awhileWhere has the laughter been? Peter S. Quinn


Goodnight Sleep sleep in a moon songWith wings of longingSo many dreams to longThose in day were singingFlowers of the nightWith your darkish perfumesNow in nocturnal flightWith its cloudlets blossoms Sleep sleep in a wayOf beauties of glow aroundTill dawn of a dayWhen reality again is foundFlowers of the lightWith your brightening sunIn golden beams heightWhen life’s so much fun Every space sleep’s a turningInto endless of motionIn the faraway dim yearningOf rotating galaxies oceansFlowers of the nightWith your darkish perfumesNow in nocturnal flightWith its cloudlets blossoms Sleep sleep in a moon songWith wings of longingSo many dreams to long,Those in day were singing Peter S. Quinn


Gravity (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Going up in air,Taking out gravity;Floating fluffy there,To and fro free.Going there and here,All is easy see;So much lightly wear,Where I want to be. Going places found;Without any gravity,Circling round and round,In this concavity.Yet I'm still earthbound,On my spinning journey;Going around and around,In its true propriety. Going up in air,Taking out gravity;Everything to share,In each its peculiarity.We have dreams to know,When we reach the way;Distances may grow,For a new coming day. Peter S. Quinn


Gray In The Morning Gray in the morningBefore rising timeGray full of yearningThe shadows deep climbEvery hour is wakingFinding its own waySunshine colors makingFor anew sunny day Gray in its bringingGraceful deep skyOn to morning singingTones of night's lullabyEvery hour is glowingWith its new shadeSoon a day is growingReady for life made Gray is earthly flowerIn the early daybreakWith its tinting showerShortly to be awakeEvery love is sleepingIn its dreamy of the farTales of dark keepingWith the moon and star Refrain:Gray in the morningBefore rising timeGray full of yearningThe shadows deep climbEvery hour is wakingFinding its own waySunshine colors makingFor anew sunny day Gray in the morning …


Peter S. Quinn


Greenery For The New Spring Happiness is dark insideWith lovely moods to spellLove's sweet mysterious hideFor only the worthy to tellMoments they come and they goEverything is but a dreamSomewhere the seeds will showWith its true success esteem Gardens are growing their leavesGreenery for the new springSummer longings and retrievesInside the gateway to bringFeelings sweet giving foreverNothing will stand in betweenThere's no point being cleverAfter you know what you've seen You may be sad in your distanceFinding no way to your homeGiving your hope the last changeAdding only grey to your chromeYou may be feeling so lonelyTrying to live to someone's tasteBut truly you know you're onlyBringing yourself to a waste Happiness is dark insideWith lovely moods to spellLove's sweet mysterious hideFor only the worthy to tellMoments they come and they goEverything is but a dreamSomewhere the seeds will showWith its true success esteem You may be sad in your distanceFinding no way to your homeGiving your hope the last change


Adding only grey to your chromeYou may be feeling so lonelyTrying to live to someone's tasteBut truly you know you're onlyBringing yourself to a waste Happiness is dark insideWith lovely moods to spellLove's sweet mysterious hide Happiness - Greenery (x3) You may be sad in your distanceFinding no way to your homeGiving your hope the last changeAdding only grey to your chromeYou may be feeling so lonelyTrying to live to someone's tasteBut truly you know you're onlyBringing yourself to a waste Gardens are growing their leavesGreenery for the new springSummer longings and retrievesInside the gateway to bringFeelings sweet giving foreverNothing will stand in betweenThere's no point being cleverAfter you know what you've seen Peter S. Quinn


Greenery Haiku Time of blossoms fullNever a moment there dullGreenery green to pull Peter S. Quinn


Grieve Somewhere along - hope sometimes dieWith every love that has given the raysMorning comes after in dark amber skyFilling our yearnings - in its clouds of graysWhy is true hope broken down to sad pain?Filling up shadows of lives death wishTrying to breath conquer and spilling in vainEvery step from deprived to accomplish Sorrow has got its dim - to the oceanBurned up its flowers of fragrances airAll just for nothing or worthless leavesWar is to each peace its splitting potionShowing never mercy - giving no careWith darkish sorrow - hope it deprives Peter S. Quinn


Grow Tomorrow Darkness becomes later like a glowFilling in the tomorrows with bright birthEverything is a light on its goPrecious flowers to grow in their own worthWay of thinking with new moments you chooseWith always another fresh change for youFailure is not a falling down to loseOnly clean aspirations to find and doEvery thought is unmarked in its wisdomWith their belongings to do right or wrongSo much from another to decide fromMore to offer of yourself then to longRemember you are here to grow tomorrowYesterdays and today's of whiles ago! Peter S. Quinn


Gust Your Wind Mountain, gust your windCome down the high hillsEver so free disciplinedEvery moment with thrillsPlay with your wings of gladnessAlways be in spirits freeNever have doubt or sadnessWherever you come with glee Love like the wind so swiftlyThe moments to long forWith each their varied abilityFrom their central coreAll the sunshine days aheadWith their breezy leavesInto each blossoms bedNow take ways dark greaves Give your gust for moreSo every color does wellWhat has the summer in store?With each new morning spellThe flowers we all adoreNow are here growing onGiving their pleasures - moreTill these moments are gone Peter S. Quinn


Gypsy Girl (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead Sheets WithPoems) Gypsy girl oh gypsy girlAll the world is a dance,Fate comes twisting with swirlAnd give away to change;Who is your lover todayWhat have you found out,Strum the guitar and playThere are many songs about. With eyes so fair and sweetEverything seems quite true,There are no tricks to treatOnly the depth in irises blue;Soft is your skin and darkAnd silky your flowing hair,A face that glitters with sparkThrough moods of every year. Gypsy girl sweet's your pearlAnd true to the hidden sea,Your mood hot tempered whirlSo fresh and more effeminacy;I long for you those nightsWhen moon is full and close,To catch your swan like flightsAnd come near your dark rose. Peter S. Quinn


Hækur Um Einsemd Vorsins (Haiku About SpringLoneliness) Eitt nylegt laufbla?,á nakinni greininni- en fleiri sí?ar *** Einmana stjörnur,líkar okkur sem erumalein, alla tí? *** Ég bí? eftir ?ér,söngfugl minn, frá í fyrra- en ?ú gleymdir mér *** Dropahljó? vatnsins,smátt og smátt hægist, meira?ar til ?a? ?agnar *** Einsemd er huliní sprettu nyja vorsins- en blikna ?ó blö?in Peter S. Quinn


Hækur Um Vornætur (Haiku About Spring Nights) Angandi nótt,kom inn um opin gluggaí draumlausan svefn *** Svefnvana ?ögnin,í vorvindinum ?y?aandar á glugga *** Su?andi fluga,leitar af skjóli, undannokkrum regndropum *** Vornóttin bjarta,?ú kemur og fer?, einsogallt sem a? ungt er *** Hver getur skrifa?um vornótt sem er alltafny um hverja nótt Peter S. Quinn


Hækur Um Vorsins Hljóm (Haiku About SpringHarmony) Sundra?ir hljómareins og vorblær sem kemurí nyja sprettu *** ?ú, djúpur tónninnjar?arliturinn sem vexí sumar auka *** Haf, himinn, blámiút í eitt, hin fjarlægilitur ví?áttu *** Dreginn bogatónní fjarlægu stefi draumsins- senn gróa grösin *** Næstum ?ví ?ögnin,a?eins fáeinir tónarlífsins á rjáli Peter S. Quinn


Hafblik Hafblik, hafblik, rótlausa alda,hátt liggja stjörnur hvelfingu á.Allt á ég ?ér margfalt a? gjalda,au?uga náttúra hugsun ?ín há.Lysir ?ú ljósi gengin öll spor,leitandi hugur til ?ín ávallt er.?ú eflir djörfung dá? og ?or,?inn vaxtarbroddur eflist í mér. Veg ?inn og vanda ávallt ég finn,veröld ?ín stóra vegsemd og ?raut.Göngum vi? tímann saman um sinn,sigur og tap ver?a á vorri braut.Lífi? er svona leikur og gáski,lei?ir okkar örlög hverja stund.Örlítil vernd og örlítill háski,áfram vi? höldum á framtí?arfund. Regnbogans litir lita ?itt skart,liggja mín spor um ?ína vegi.Bæ?i í birtu og ?egar er svart,bleikir skuggar breg?a af degi.Alvaldur geimsins gæt ?inna barna,gef?u ?eim ?roska' og vaxandi ?rótt.?au eru öll af ?ínum kjarna,og allan vöxt hafa ?anga? sótt. ?roska ?ú færir fenginni hjör?,fang ?itt sterklegt og glæst af vonum.Stendur ?ú stö?ug me? gljúpan svör?,og slítur ei trygg?, dætrum né sonum.?ú ert vort traust, ?ú ert vor gæfa,vernd ?ín og umhyggja er okkur allt.hvort heldur í bygg?, e?a til öræfa,ertu okkar sál, ertu okkar salt. Vi? úthafs grand eigum vi?,okkar grónu lendur.Vi? finnum ætí? okkar fri?,


vi? fornar fróna strendur.Og í gegnum hafsins hauga sjá,hugi vor ?rautir klífur.?ar sem aldan bylgist blá,og bætir oss og hrífur. ?i? nes og fir?ir, fagra grund,sem fæddir oss öll til dá?a.?i? drangar, eyjar og annesjasund,sem yfir vor örlögum rá?a.Hér átti ég allan minn æskudraum,vi? elskum ?ig og dáum me? sæmd.Ég fann ?ína hlyju og styrkan straum,og stund ?ín var aldrei tæmd. Og hvert sem ég held mína lei?,um hau?ur og ókunnugt grjót.?ú ert alltaf í huganum hei?,og hugsun hver tengd djúpri rót.?a? lei?ir engin land sitt í ?raut,og brei?ir yfir æskunnar ár.?ótt farin sé á lífsins brei?u braut,blika á hans kinnum ættjar?arinnar tár. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku (From, This Is My Wasteland - Part 2) Flow profundityThe water of plummet thought- Through the forest jade Peter S. Quinn


Haiku (From, This Is My Wasteland) Just like nowhere rootsthis existence to summer- growing from the past Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'A Bare Tree Rainbow' A bare tree rainbowShows up here and there somehowLike a blackish crow Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'A Flight Through The Night' A flight through the nightMy lonesome way, lonesome wayUnder the moon light Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'A Graceful Heron' A graceful heronAnd a few bamboos fallenThe winter comes soon Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'A Silence Within' A silence within,But not outside in the yard- Where the wind still blows. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'A Song' Winter is singing,A howling wind melody- Till it calms again. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Above Cloudy Sky' Above cloudy skyIn an airplane I shall flyAir is calm and dry Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'All What I Hoped For' All what I hoped forJust became another dreamIn the deep ocean Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Arctic Blues' The Arctic darknessAnd blue becomes just dark blueNearly tenebrous... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Autumn Haiku' Calm before a storm,Like all human nature is- Stirring up the grass. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Barren Trees: Oh Me' Barren trees: oh meWith feelings to come and beChanging unknown sea Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Beautiful Flowers' Beautiful flowersBaby is so excitedMommy will love these Peter S. Quinn


Haiku Before Fall Silver green life leaves,in the hours of summer eves- till fall comes and cleaves Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Believe Ii' I believe in love,Because there is peace with those- Who will speak of it. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Blue Sky Faraway' Blue sky farawayBrings forth a new summer daywhen rays start to play Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Body's A Butterfly' Body's a butterflyWith daydreams like the blue skyTill it's time to die Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Bright New Coming Sun' Bright new coming sun,Carry the summer song on- Life is never done! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Bunnies Of Green Fields' Bunnies of green fieldsyour hearts are red like rosesFull of innocent Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Butterflies And Blooms' Butterflies and blooms,Both shall return in colors- Regenerated! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Calm' Yes rest now night wind,Your seasonal winter song- I can hear footsteps. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Christmas Tree' It's a Christmas treeStanding in the forest there,- Celebrating life. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Clouds Coming, Going' Clouds coming, going,Worlds of thoughts, without knowing- Like summer, growing! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku Coloring The Sky' Coloring the skyWith earthly shadow brushesThis coming moment Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Colourful Tempers' Colourful tempers,The twilight and the daybreak- Near the summer lake! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Contrasts In Nature' Contrasts in natureThe ocean and the forestBoth have their purpose Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Daily Walk' Beauty in natureThose garden open pathwaysRestless wandering Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Dancing' Dancing in shadows,The yesterday moonlight hour- Or was I dreaming? Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Dancing Moon' Dancing moon in cloudsFaraway from manly dreams- Though coming closer. ~*~ Dancing unspoiledIn the dark and unknown space- Where we are strangers. ~*~ Dancing moon in cloudsNight fancy for a moment- Expanding the ways. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Dark And Cold' Winter, dark and coldFor the seeds from last summer,- How many survive? Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Dark Tempers And Moods' Dark tempers and moodsFrom the sleepy twilight rootsColoring daybreak! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Daybreak Fills The Day' Daybreak fills the day,With summer songs of sweet May- Where birds interplay! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Daydream Horizons' Daydream horizonsFrom the flowing ocean wavesA journey begins Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Daydreams Come And Go' Daydreams come and goLike a bare tree they may growOr in sunrise glow Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Dessert's Lonely Song' Dessert's lonely songEchoing across the skyJust few coyotes Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Dolphins In Blue Sea' Dolphins in blue sea,And happy as each can be- Smiles are trickery! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Don'T Know Donald Duck' Don't know Donald Duck?Well then you are out of luck- But you know the brook... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Dreamy Thoughts' Please just fly away,A butterfly into night- Of your dreamy thoughts. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Drifting Horizon' Drifting horizonYellow and darkly amberSweet are your colors Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Ducks On The Water' Ducks on the water,Far off mountains in presence- Day comes slowly in Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Earth Meets Unknown Sea' Earth meets unknown seaAs shadows meets the sunriseEach and every day Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Enchanting Evenings' Enchanting eveningsWhere all my daydreams go toFind reality Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Every Sound This Makes' Every sound this makesComes back again and up wakes- Summer streams in lakes Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Faraway City' Faraway cityCastles in the clouds and mistYour dreams will come true Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Fire Lights Of Heaven' Fire lights of heavenThe day is born again freshFrom beautiful night Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Fly With Wings Of Peace' Fly with wings of peaceAbove water and the trees- Nature my soul frees Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Flying Clouds Of Night' Flying clouds of nightWhere will you stay in the morn?When sun shines so bright Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Frost' Shining bright stars,In glistening winter snow- Frost is hardening. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Frost Plays In Water' Frost plays in water,Making icy crystal pearls- Illuminate muse! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Frosty Nights Are Gone' Frosty nights are goneWinter melts away in sunBlooming springtime's fun! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Future Lies Ahead' Future lies aheadIn the sun rising gloryIs born anew day Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Futures' Heard it in the windIt sings to my quite daily- Though I don't know it. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Future's Bright And Clear' Future's bright and clearTogether we peace shall shareConquer every fear Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Glistening Morrows' Glistening morrowsSeen through the top of the treesThis lovely summer Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Golden Wave Water' Golden wave waterSail with reflection across- To the other shore Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Harmony Adheres' Harmony adheresBecause its this time of yearYoung summer appears Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Here's Another Day' Here's another dayComing in, as colors playNothing lasts or stays Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'History' Green Irish hollyAnd Danny boy is singing:'Flowers are dying'. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Holding An Egg' Egg has no corner,But there is four of the world- North, east, south and west (?) Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Icarus' Icarus flying,Higher then ever before- But still he falls down. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Ice Laid Little Clouds' Ice laid little cloudsYou escape to wildernessWinter awaits fresh Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'If' If Issa was hereHe would worship a flowerLike all nature does. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'I'Ll Be Like Fresh Fall' I'll be like fresh fall,Where water from mountains call- To each one and all Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'In The Winter Hall' In the winter hallOf old frosty the snow manWhere are my slippers? Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Is It' is it poetry?the darkly star afar sky- I wander away... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Isolated - One' Isolated - oneNot many would wander offWinter wind is cold Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'It's A Fairy's Tree' It's a fairy's treeStanding in the park lonelyThrough every season Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'I'Ve Found' I've found, in few wordsMore ocean than in a tear- And still more follows. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Joy Of The Living' Joy of the livingall the colors earth's givingDelightful moments Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Just Starting...' Colors in the sky,yellow red blue rainbow lights- Celebration time! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Let There Be Singing' Let there be singingIn the flames of each lovingFor new day's coming... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Life Goes On And On' Life goes on and onNothing's new under the sunLets have some real fun Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Light My Moody Heart' Light my moody heartBright sweetly summer blossomsDaises in the morn... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Lights Of Days To Come' Lights of days to comeBlazes in the woods of mist- It's November time! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Little Bird' Little bird sings now,The only one in the tree- A friend who won't leave. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Little Summer Stars' Little summer stars,The beautiful ground flowers-Spirit empowers Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Little Sweet Bunny' Little sweet bunnyThe first of spring's wild honeyYour days be sunny Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Little Tiger Dear' Little tiger dear,Do not all men on earth fearWe are partners here. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Many Occasions' Many occasions,Colorful blooms, live and die- How my summer flies Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Milestones' Blinking Christmas lightsAnd mood returns to daylightMinus one weak bulb. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Mirroring Glacier' Mirroring glaciersummer is born again freshWilderness - God bless! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Moon With Shadows Plays' Moon with shadows playsIn the middle of nowhere- What road shall I take? Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'My April Dance Dance' My April dance dancespring is coming young again- Hope in every chance Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'My Dreams Will Come True' My dreams will come true,If I will believe in you- The colors you do! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'My Road Is Silent' My road is silentTraveling in the desertShadows growing long Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Mystical Night Light' Mystical night lightInward, outward - everywhereReaches toward me Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Not Out Of Luck' Oh well, I wonderWas it not a falling star- I saw a second? Peter S. Quinn


Haiku Of Rhyme This Morning leaf of yellow redthat yesteryear autumn bled- I found and reread Peter S. Quinn


Haiku Of Summer Rivers and mountainsWilderness cherished fountainsSummer awakens Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Oh Cherry Blossoms' Oh cherry blossomFirsts of new born spring's awesome- How I love thy all Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Oh My Sweetest Rose' Oh my sweetest roseEvening stars - beautiful dreamingHow fair is your hair Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Oh Sweet Love Is There' Oh sweet love is there,It's in the world everywhere- Come on, give your share! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'On Cliff Lighthouse Stands' On cliff lighthouse standsDesperate are the sea wavesNo return of tides Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Praise' I adore flowers,the crispy deep color shades-mystify vision... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Preserve' Phenomenal I,The sphere is my home playground- I need tomorrow. Phenomenal you,With the same destiny goals- Find your place out there. All nature's within,Like a blooming out flower-But will we see it? Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Prosperous Maggot' Prosperous maggotEverything green grows now wellEnjoy the summer Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Question' Can you describe itIn just a few syllables- Feelings of the heart? Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Rainbow Oh Rainbow' Rainbow oh rainbowYou be in my dreams somehowGolden spectrum brow Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Reflecting Colors' Reflecting colors,From the past autumn forest- Circulation times! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Reflecting Water' Reflecting waterEntwine memory picturesIn autumnal woods Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Riverside Pencil' Riverside pencil,The colors ripen or dull-Summer is songful Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Ruffling The Water' Ruffling the waterA little goose familyFarewell to summer Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'sail On Silver Waves' Sail on silver waves,Reflecting purest of thoughts- Summer be fruitful! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'same Words' I hear the same words,they come from open windows-'it's a free nation...' Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'she's Walking Lonely' She's walking lonelyContrasting forest shadowsShow up here and there Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'short Winter Days' Snowflakes are fallingGlistening through the sun rays,- Noon before darkness. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'silver Swans By Sea' Silver swans by seaSwimming on billows so freeFor a song I plea Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'sing Sing' sing sing with a heart,then wonder why you did itit is exciting! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'sit By The River' Sit by the riverWhere idle time passes byLike gleams from the sky Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'sleepless' Down in it, dark night,not sleeping for a moment-moon dancing bluely. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'small Things' A dew on a bloom,Is the morning in beauty- If you notice it. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'snow' I see little stars,On the snowy white gravel- The snow is falling. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'spirit Of The Snow' Spirit of the snow,Reaching the lake with the frost- January sings! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'spring Is Coming Here' Spring is coming hereWith flowers which empowersFair in summer's year Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'star-Spangled Banner' Star-Spangled Banner,I hear by dawn's early light- Notes so right and bright! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'summer's Afternoon' Summer's afternoonBefore the bluish gray moonReflects on the sea Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'summer's Early Sun' Summer's early sunInto new colors I runVariations fun Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'summer's Mystical' Summer's mystical,For the colors tint till fall- Life it withers all Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'sun In Golden Rays' Sun in golden rays,The forthcoming newborn days- Between twilight plays! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'sunshine Beaming Ray' Sunshine beaming rayOcean tides and interplaySpring's coming new day Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'That's Why' I am here to love,I can't say it more simpler- like I were a phlox. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Best Artist' He draws the ocean,Each line unknown until doneAnd then still unknown... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Cloudy White Swan' The cloudy white swanWill spread its wing over seaWhen day comes new in Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Day Is Leaving' The day is leavingWith colorful deep blue skyWhat brings tomorrow? Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Eye Is The Soul' The eye is the soulThe soul is the deep forest- Live! revive again! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Forest Song's Gone' The forest song's gone,Summer's colors shadings done- But life must carry on Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Mood's Dull And Gray' The mood's dull and grayOn this open green field dayBut that is okay Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Moon Is Dancing' The moon is dancingOver the winter's treetopsWhile I am sleeping Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Night Now Befalls' The night now befalls,Dark roses grow till daybreak- Sunshine summer calls Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Path Is Stony' The path is stonyThrough valleys deep and hiddenBut green hills you'll reach Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Radiate Sky' The radiate skywith distant ardent of daysin the dusk burn up Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The River Runs Free' The river runs freeThrough the cliffs toward the seaIn you and in me Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Roots Of Life's Art' The roots of life's artAre wondrous and so many- in content and heart Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Roses For Love' The roses for love,Grow here - in the deep forest- Where butterflies rest Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Silent Moments' The silent momentsof the winter's twilight fireHaikus to the wind Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Silvery Swans' The silvery swansAre sweet dreams and flying hopesLike the summer sun Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Songs Of Houses' The songs of housesFlows fresh like summer river- Silent poetry Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Summer's Swan Lakes' The summer's swan lakes,Where living colors awakes- Winter again takes... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Twilight Bird Sings' The twilight bird singsThe tunes of yesteryear springs- For new's still to come Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The Urban City' The urban cityWaterfalls and lonely heartsSummer comes again Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'The World Is Scary' The world is scaryFrom early daybreak till duskEvery step's a risk Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'There Are Many Ways' There are many ways,To the tree and highest top- Come on and move up! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'This The Critic's A**' This the critic's a**Potpourri, pity, alas- Plenty of harass Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Transfer' Give something of youA feeling or a touch will doNext, transfer it back Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Under Dried Up Leaves' Under dried up leavesEarth's spring is newborn againIndustrious life! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Under The Palm Trees' Under the palm trees,The sun comes up yellow red- In tones, night has bled Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Wakening Daybreak' Sun in golden rays,The forthcoming newborn days- Between twilight plays! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Wandering Night Thoughts' Wandering night thoughtsInto oblivion time goWith first morning glow Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'We Are' we are what we areand be what we ever bewithout a courage... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Weaves Of Passing Time' Weaves of passing time,Are like thoughts in wordless rime- Songs in summer's prime Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Web Weaving Spider' Web weaving spiderPlayful in the summer sunLightly and tightly Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Where I Am Going...' Where I am going...I am not really knowing,Daybreak gleam's glowing Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Whitely Velvet Snow' Whitely velvet snowSmooth to feel yet so unreal- With frosty candles! Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Why' Why is my haikuSo scattering in cold words?- When the earth is white. Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Why Ii' Why did the wind stop,Is it just waiting as I- For another year? Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Winter Haiku' Reflecting mirror,frozen pond in bare garden- I am day older... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Winter Leaves Hollow' Winter leaves hollow -It's hard the road to follow,But still I must go… Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Winter's Rustle Leaves' Winter's rustle leaves,Only for a moment briefs- Blossoming of grieves Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Winter's White Forest' Winter's white forest,Inside the wilderness breast- Little animals rest Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Wise' Wise man is unwise,If he believes he is wise- Someone's not either... Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Wishfull Lonesome Sky' Wishful lonesome skyall our dreams of tomorrowonly frozen snow Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Yesterdays In Eyes' Yesterdays in eyes,Will your sun shine again new?- Each wrinkle a breath Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'You Were Pondering' You were ponderingFor the early time of springWhen green fresh will sing Peter S. Quinn


Haiku 'Your Thistles And Thorns' Your thistles and thornsAre winter's old and out wornFor spring again's born Peter S. Quinn


Haiku. o flower flowerall your colors are leavingbefore wintertime Peter S. Quinn


Haiku.. diminishing starthis eve of burning darkness- half a day half night Peter S. Quinn


Haiku... looking over dalewith dreams in its farawaylike river crossing Peter S. Quinn


Haiku.... only me and moonon a darkish winter nightbluish cold footsteps Peter S. Quinn


Haiku..... haisei of haikumaestro and teacher BashoI do wonder too (haisei: saint of the haiku) Peter S. Quinn


Hallucinations No one is going to love youSo bitter sweet in its momentsLove is taking endless falls throughWith its ever living strong trendsWhat you will admire to makeWhen a day comes to another oneTo endless sites of oceans awakeThat with its waves to shore’s done Give what you need and then goWith lost fixation splitting apartWhole thing of each worth to showWhat begins again from its new start?In and absent from there back tooLosing every limb toward livingHours making whiles in the newNever form darkness much giving No one is going to be returningInto unmarked and on moving tideFor hours of vanished are burningLike a smoking cloudy misty rideFor love's only love while it'll lastInto growing reeling what once was?Returning to lake of recollections pastThrough spinning wheels of endless toss Peter S. Quinn


Hamars Höggin hamars höggindynjaeitt og eittgleypa ?au tímann- allt umhverfis sig endalaushrinjandióróleikanse?a sjálfsag?rar vinnuverkamansins höggin komahikandileitandiskildu ?au angraeinhvern í húsinu? Peter S. Quinn


Hand In Hand We Walk Hand in hand we walkTogether around open seaThrough waves and epochOf everything emotionallyYou give from your heartWhatever you canFrom first of your startTo let love understand Like the seagulls afarSome dreams come throughIn their shooting starBut most is up to youA feeling is like a waveThat comes to the ashoreIn its wandering behaveFrom bottom of ocean floor Reach out to the loveThat’s been searching in deepIt fluffs like clouds aboveBut some are yours to keepEach day is a prospectTo circle beaches aroundFrom there give take or rejectWhatever is there to be found Peter S. Quinn


Happy Encounters Love songs of earthAnd fields madeFlowers of new morning birthSky tinctures that never fadeA heart of a beating secretFull of love to youNothing in its ways to regretFrom inside colors true Love songs coming byEvery dream of oceans wideThe azures space and skyIn cloudlets drifting and glideEvery thought that comes to beFrom hope we knowThe world of songs playfullyLike dawn of dewdrops glow Love songs in each new goThat gives life a new meaningEvery day's ordinary showFrom roads of its enduring greeningSpinning slowly on and onWith flowers on the sidewaysPast dreams that never are doneIn their many shading's lays Happy encountersIn every step and wayHappy encountersIn gladness you give awayMoments to remember always Happy encountersTo share and to takeHappy encountersTo enjoy and to awakeWith gladness for every day


Moments to remember always *(Poem to my song, Happy Encounters) Peter S. Quinn


Happy New Year - Welcome Occasions are now coming into blissBetween the glowing light and the now darkLike a glistening falling starry sparkAre the evening eyes curving its kissWith their hopes for the futures to beLove songs that perhaps will clear to new lightWith their moments in New Year coming sightSplendidly calling and giving all free Come here and bring with you freshly rolesThat in to the world shall be brought out soonAnd clear away anguishes of the pastNew opportunities for each its goalsWith hope and true love in everyone's boonProspects of wishes that further shall last Peter S. Quinn


Happy Spring Happy spring don't mean a thingIf nobody is listeningWe all got to give its clingA worthy again visitingSinging from bough to boughPlayful birds are thereBring together their vowLittle hearts pounding everywhere Happy spring comes every springMemories soft glisteningFlowers and tints they bringUnder from earth's snowy wingIts times come soon nowWith their hope to shareNew summer fun and now-howArriving again through the air RefrainHappy spring happy springNot too far in distances awayHappy spring what shall you bringWhen you light up my May DayIn my heart I always knewTide of fresh fragrance would appearWith bluish sky and easy viewI'll be glad to have you here (repeat last line) Happy spring don't mean a thingIf nobody is listeningWe all got to give its clingA worthy again visitingSinging from bough to boughPlayful birds are thereBring together their vowLittle hearts pounding everywhere *(No song yet with this, also needs some refinishing later, as this was writtennow outside)


Peter S. Quinn


Happy Year The wild beauty is coming in clear newWith ravines winter's territoryThe aflame of frosty fires to seeMajesty of coldness that comes throughThe moment's going to a year that is goneDevoured with many of its walking lifeRailways to forgetfulness pathways doneFrom its childhood to the old did it strife Happy year I say to those who answerA new is born soon to give more agesWeight upon its fresh on coming bearingTo be in colors of each tidings wearThat growth and aspiring to each wagesWith many of its old ways and flaring Peter S. Quinn


Harmafregn Mig dreymir hi? djúpa myrkur,dagsins renna upp;og ljómi og ásynd lífsins,lí?a undir lok. Mig dreymdi fölnu? bló?ug blóm,blómstra sínum dau?adóm;og gjósttugur vindur gle?isnau?ra,grafa upp myndir úr ríki dau?ra. Mig dreymdi frosinn fölan vanga,og fálm inn í myrkur, nóttin langa;og dagsljós var ekki veröld í,?ví vonin var brostin,hi? dimmrau?a sky. Hin gullnu laufblö? lífsins,lágu á ví? og dreif. Peter S. Quinn


Harvest Fields harvest fieldsmemory-laden season those seedsfound simply in your garden temporary becomes salvation strengthfound in the soft soil Peter S. Quinn


Haust Hæka #2 (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Á svörtu söndum?ar sem hafi? nú syngurhaust sinfóníu *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Haust Hæka #3 (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Hjarta mitt ?ögultsem skógurinn a? hausti- me?an blö? falla *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Haust Hæka (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Haustsins stemmingarúr grá dökku regnskyi- einn og einn dropi *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Haustlitir (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Haustlitir koma og faraog setja sín svipmót ágamla stíga vorsins Allt hefur sitt upphaf og endirDagurinn rennur í vindiog feykir einu og einu laufitil og frálíkt og kátt dansandi barn Brátt kve?ja haustlitirniraftur Allt hefur sitt upphaf og endir *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Haustvísa ég nefni engin or?sem ekki eiga vi?í árstí?ar söngi mínum ég nefni engin nöfner ég ?yl ?ulunaum löngu li?in dag sem gulnu? blö?in minnastá göngu stíg haustsinssem lí?ur hægt hjá Peter S. Quinn


Have A Happy Time Moments are going by and byAnd Christmas is coming soon,Outside is darkish winter skyIn a gloomy glow and moon Have a Happy TimeDay is now like night,Frosty roses rimeBut everything’s alright!Have some happy hours,The holidays are close,With Hyacinth in flowersAnd a Christmas red rose. Have a Happy TimeDay is now like night,Frosty roses rimeBut everything’s alright… Peter S. Quinn


Have A Quiet Moment Have a quiet momentfor the winter is so dark,find no way to relentinto the night's dull spark. Forever is always forever,not a month or two;intertwined together,for both me and you. The songs are comingand filling up the air,deep deep dark humminginside now everywhere. All is same and nothing,growing from the roots;tomorrow is abolishing,into its steady absolutes. Each hours is filling,something of nothingness;time by time spilling,- all is to come again fresh. Forever is always to be,creating the new from old;whatever accidentally,the now can't for long hold. Peter S. Quinn


He Is A Real Magical Man He is a real magical manWalking down the magical spanMaking so much magical for everyone’s treat Not everything needs to be trueThough it’s going to be like it seems tooIn its way on every walking street Magical man, please have a tryThere is deep and there's blue skyMagical man, make your own magical plan He’s exited for what he isReaching the earth in watery blissMagical man, never reaching your own feet Magical man keeps on flyingGo all the way in your tryingBringing it all up into realityIn magic’s for all to see Not everything needs to be trueThough it’s going to be like it seems tooIn its way on every walking street Magical man please has a tryThere is deep and there's blue skyMagical man, make your own magical plan He is a real magical manWalking down a magical spanMaking so much magical for everyone’s treat ***Parody..., for this picture: Peter S. Quinn


He Is A Real Mystical Man He is a real mystical manWalking down the mystical spanMaking so much mystic for his own treat Not everything needs to be trueThough it’s going to be like it seems tooIn its way on every walking street Mystical man, please have a tryThere is deep and there's blue skyMystical man, make your own mystical plan He’s exited for what he isReaching the earth in watery blissMystical man, never reaching your own feet Mystical man keeps on flyingGo all the way in your tryingBringing it all up from realityIn mystics for all to see Not everything needs to be trueThough it’s going to be like it seems tooIn its way and every walking street Mystical man please has a tryThere is deep and there's blue skyMystical man makes your mystical plan He is a real mystical manWalking down a mystical spanMaking so much mystical for his own treatMaking so much mystical for his own treatMaking so much mystical for his own treat Peter S. Quinn


Hear The Bell Hear the bellOf a coming tomorrowGrowing its spellOf joy and of sorrowEquality in peaceAll wandering byTo give and to pleaseOf its new coming sky Hear its singing toneAs the bell callsThru earth and stoneOn streets and mallsA love song of lifeIn its melodiesThru wandering strifeOf people’s liberties A new day is callingIn meetings on goAs time flow’s fallingFast in and slowInfants cry and the oldAll coming into clearNothing can holdArriving of New Year Peter S. Quinn


Hear Winter’s Spinning Wheels Hear winter's spinning wheelsAs it breezes through the airAnd yours last of light it stealsTuring point now to nowhereWaking up into obscure dimLove songs in the times doneFeeling quite the whimsy whimIn this lightless day - no sun Blow blow breeze into this dayOf love in a place somewhereNow is the sky of a sullen grayCreatures of dark into the bareEarth tinctures in twilight noonFragrances of the eternity blueGleaming though cloudy moonLost in its way to come through Flowers of frost silver unfoldGiving me roses on windowsAll of autumn’s look to the coldOnly the snowflakes that snowsCandle in a shrine soon beginningPrayers from kneeling eyesChristmas comes joyfully singingOpen its lights and high sky Peter S. Quinn


Heart Of Yearning - An Autumn Song Catch the fire of new eyesBefore dawn comes in deignBeautiful and lonely skiesAfter the falling darkish rainTrust me baby I have triteInside a breast of snowRoots so tender into the lightGiving of their glowNever will my heart be lonelyInside ever turning sky only Feelings come and drift awayIn the hours life's eyes crySunshine rain shall pass todayLonging for more therebyYou eternal and clear in shadeWithering root oh summer bloomAll you grow with life is madeTurn inside the wheels exhumeInto the oceans of deep blueHeart of yearning forever new Catch a raindropp in your soulLove's forever soft summer breezeGive each morning your wholeLike life's river flows with easeEverything forever's here turningGiving away to each new callNow thoughts are again yearningIn with bleaching returning fallCome as you may or disappearSummer to autumn is now near Feelings come and drift awayIn the hours life's eyes crySunshine rain shall pass todayLonging for more blue skyYou eternal is clear as a deedWithering root summer bloom


All you are will live in a seedTurn inside the wheels of doomInto the oceans of limitless hueHeart of yearning takes us through Peter S. Quinn


Heart’s At Stake Take my heart just like it isThere is so much there insideBring your hope with its wishWhere the dark and stars hideEyes are with your love tonightNothing can go there be wrongJust like the moon in its flightBluish space and much to long Rising above to a higher groundTo forgotten places of fantasyLost in your eyes might be foundInside our passions constantlyEach hope is never without luckFortunate ways make their tourFeeling grow inside forever stuckIf you are never of them sure Gain complete control of the lureThat might hide somewhere in deepIf there is for a weakness cureIt won't transpire easy or cheepHave some luck and give some moreAnd you will perhaps gain controlHeart’s at stake at peace and warWith its manners and magnet pole Peter S. Quinn


Heart’s Wandering Ways (Additional Number ToAlbum, Like Love Is True) Darling I am always searchingThrough the glittering moldWhere gold to gold is returningFor the summer days to holdPassionate way's always aroundSome love songs in the air found Give me a reason to live and reachOn to the young bluish skyWhere the waves of clouds will teachThere are distances in each tryThough love has always been waitingAnd through time debating Feelings are of much mysteryFilling up the empty hours gone byLife is a walk through historyOpening answers with its goodbyeLong I have tried to give and findTo where the roads of search unwind There’s so much hopeless romanticIn each mood and every lives heartache Through our time we cannot knowReasons for everything glitteringThere are times to move on and goFrom the ways of the twitteringNever hesitate to become completeIn whatever you in life shall meet Peter S. Quinn


Hearts Of Truth And Way It's all I really knowFeelings for a daySeeds tomorrow growMany different wayAll I ask of youTo give what you believeNot something out of blueFrom your latest revive Hearts of truth and wayEasy on and seenThis is how it will stayAnd always has beenDreams come togetherIn their purpose and mindLight as a featherWith nothing behind It's just all inside luckWhat goes awayAnd what gets stuck There is so much diffrenceEverywhere you will goMade out of luck and chanceAnd what you don't knowMany ways togetherAll is there just to findFor the worsh or betterIn luck its all combined Hearts of truth and wayEasy on and seenThis is how it will stayAnd always has beenDreams come togetherIn their purpose and mindLight as a featherWith nothing behind


Now lets hope for somethingThat shall come one dayAnd fortune and luck bringFrom life's diffrence and wayThat shall come one day Hearts of truth and wayEasy on and seenThis is how it will stayAnd always has beenDreams come togetherIn their purpose and mindLight as a featherWith nothing behind Peter S. Quinn


Heather Oh Heather Heather oh heatherhow sweet you are,in summer weatherand blossoming afar!Heather oh heatheropen love's heart,together togethernear and apart. Sweet's your flowerso white and small,in morn new hourand spring's first call.Sweet's your flowerin days to come,in mist and showerwith innocent blossom. On mountain and hillwhere wild shelter is,dreams you shall fulfillwith beauty like this... Peter S. Quinn


Heavenly Lights (From,134 Picture Poems) heavenly lightstime beyond time fiery starsrunning in cloudsto-night in sights Peter S. Quinn


Heimurinn Er Stór (The World Is Big) heimurinn er stóren svo ert einnig ?ú- allt ver?ur ?ó svo smáttí einu litlu ljó?i vi? eigum a?eins or?sem móta sérhverja hugsunvi? leggjum ?au í setningarsem einhver kannast vi? allt er sára einfalt?egar gramt er sko?a?veröldin mótast og ?roskastaf or?um lítils ljó?s Peter S. Quinn


Hello – I’m Your Computer Days are comingClear to the nightThe sideways are humming:'To the left - to the rightOur songs are differencesExperimenting the dayInto new future's glancesEvery playing way' Times are comingTones of the new instrumentalsNothing is stayingThe futuristically calls:'You gave us lifeInto our very ownTomorrows might be strifeIn a new kind of town' Hello and goodbyeThe dance masters of tonesAre in your skyPlaying on your phonesWe are your computerAnd electronic gamesA new kind of tutorInside the world of tone frames Dance with usDance with us… *Partly inspired by: 1.2. Hello by Peter (and S.D.) Stavropoulos Peter S. Quinn


Hér Eru Or? (Here Are Words) hér eru or?á au?u bla?iog allt sem hefurupphaf vex einsogtíminnfrá rótum sínssjálfs Peter S. Quinn


Hér Geng Ég Enn (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Hér geng ég enní skuggum sem sta?nemastallt er í myrkriórá?inna gata Lauf gærdagsinser or?i? gulbrúntaf regni og haustlitumhljó?látur er vegurinnframundan Hér geng ég ennog leita til beggja áttaaf nyjum lei?umlita?ra laufa *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Her Heart Is Special Her heart is special in a different wayLike a glow in the morning her beat isAn iridescent sky in its deep blissAs the morning comes in to meet the day In its reddish of burn of the dark's playWhilst the sun rises up to all life of thisWith its flame of fire in the first of new kiss!When it torches the daybreak's early ray Like colors full of shades in the oceansFrom the cavernous of the sky's wakingEvery turn and its touch in emotionsThat the nature of love is always making The scarlet radiance of life when it's allThru summer moods tides until lives fall Peter S. Quinn


Her Music Old as the sea is her musicSinging so softly in toneEvery division there goingWith feelings that fly awaySummer is set to her musicThere where she walks aloneSunshine on ocean glowingUntil the night meets a day Old as the sky now closingIs every tune falling inDreams that were once fullNow into their beautiful singBring her soul to its rousingIn their mystical dark spinWhen only glimpse on sky ruleTo the new daybreak to bring Clean as the waves flowingTo and fro in their timeHer music comes to the shoreGiving fresh tones of beautyJust like night that's goingWith every tone in its primeAlways to bring freshly moreTriumph of orchestral tutti! *** See the picture here: Peter S. Quinn


Here Are My Tears Here are my tearsI give you as pearlsLong fully yearsThat through time hurlsThese are my hoursI live on to seeSeeds and my flowersGrowing up free I have no othersResources to giveSome to my brothersAnd sisters to liveYou have the timeIn coming of hopeIt’s yours to climbAnd follow its rope Chains shall brakeIn the freedom daysSo much is at stakeIn liberties waysNo more teardropsTo fill rivers flowThe sorrow now stopsIt’s time for it to go Peter S. Quinn


Here Comes Fresh Spring Here comes fresh springEternally on singingEvery light color to bringShade tones of love stringingLove of the heart timelessWinter is now of pastGlows in the sky's caressEverything growing so fast Here comes the days of youthLovers are all aroundBringing from past their truthThat in the heart is foundWorship is for times to liveThe night is like a dayFlowers of romance to giveIn every word and play Here comes the new light onLife of the hours freeNow darkish dreams are goneSpring is for you and meLet all those blossoms throughThat at present are growingContented days all to renewInto a new summer showing Peter S. Quinn


Here Comes My Balloon I'll be flying in ecstasyOver to the sunColorful like a symphonyI'll have much fun Dreaming on a long rideOn to the oceans farEach reality must hideWith a faraway star Living is never easyAll is a longing forTime life's are breezyWe are at peace and war Here come my little balloonWith its inside stuffI'm flying to the moonFor my life's a bluff Clouds are in makingDaydreams might then fallLongings my heart's achingSome shall be gone at all Here comes my dream flyingLife is a shadowEndlessly I'm though tryingTo reach to its sun and glow Peter S. Quinn


Here Comes My Melody Here comes my melody outsideHeart looked in its beatEvery hour from the indoors hideEasy comes nowhere street Love song of ‘a going to nowhere’Always again from its castFootsteps so softly from thereInto the grime are now lost Day of my day through emotionsLonging to dream there onLike the wind in its erosionTill it has blown and gone Telling you nothing is realOnly the rivers of hearts cryingDo what you most and you feelEach in your way complying Now that I have again instigatedIt's time to leave once moreOtherwise time wouldn't be activatedOnly be stranded in on 'nothing for' Here comes my melody to singWith the crowds going this morningSome notions are not for the lastingInto times sentimental corning *inspired partly by Caribou: Andorra CD Peter S. Quinn


Here Comes My New Day This is my day of new comingAlong with a night in shadowBlossoms of new there blossomingIn their fresh futures go All is a long their wayIn days of their brightness clearHere comes my new dayI love just to have it here Moods of the dark and uneasyLong gone in its shadowsTimes where then a bit breezyWith their far outreached blows Now there is opportunities comingTheir ways are just getting nearLike spring in its new growth bloomingSoon every growth is here All is a long their wayIn days of their brightness clearHere comes my new dayI love just to have it here Let's live and be for tomorrowIn every fresh beating heartIt's new trust like straight arrowFresh from a new morning start There is no way for gone lostTimes that were never so trueThey are all gone and tossedNow is the time for the new All is a long their wayIn days of their brightness clearHere comes my new dayI love just to have it here


Now is the time for the newNow is the time for the new All is a long their wayIn days of their brightness clearHere comes my new dayI love just to have it here Peter S. Quinn


Here Comes New Christmas The beautiful dreams come in like a glowFilling the evening with fantasyHere comes new Christmas now willinglyFresh in its falling dreams - in little star's snowWith cold fragrance of hope filling the airGiving glistens to the high Christmas treesEverything from the past is now nearGiving us love and again our believes This is the time when the joy is in heartTrust to mankind to find the rightful wayAnd be there for love to give of and feelThis is the time when new morning will startDreams in the rising of a coming day:That breaks of the chains and sets freedom real Peter S. Quinn


Here Comes The Day Here comes the dayinto its new singing,freshness is its waypeace to all it is bringing. Love's its day of lightalways there for you,shine on to its brightto let you get through. Here comes the new youglorying its sunshine,let it be to the renewso peace will grow on fine All I am here sayingwe need to grow the sow,worthy of its weighingand giving of its glow. Here comes our dreamthat we thought gone,like an active river streamthat goes on and on. Nothing is lost in livingwhen we break it loose,for freedom is all its givingif love's what you choose. Peter S. Quinn


Here I Am Here I am to youSunshine and romanceSomething out of the blueAll in its given chanceDreams that can´t go throughFeelings of each lonelinessDays that are coming to youAnd yesterdays in their caress Nothing is never too lateIt is just what it isEven thou it can hardly waitWe never it really missSummers in blue skyAlong in our passing daysMemories that can't dieLives histories many ways Here I am still goingAlone in a lonesome flightJust like a daybreak's glowingFrom hours of early lightI have still all my pondersFeelings that come and goSpeculating all lives wonderThat I would like to know Peter S. Quinn


Here I’m Just Staying Here I’m just stayingFinding day and nightAll my hours weighingTill I get a new flightThru ways of wonderInto the deeps of heartLost in weight underIn each dream depart Truly amazed in the afarWhere my heart is hereReaching a twinkling starFrom the distant and nearSo much loving youIf you give me a reasonAs the day clears thruIn its going all season Just a love song to findFrom the in and nothingLeading eyes of the blindIn their dreams and bluffingWhen you fall on its loveLike a cloud drifting highIn the deep blue aboveWithout nearness and tie Here I’m just stayingFinding days and nightAll my hours weighingTill I get a new flightStill in middle of somethingAs it comes to understandDays of clearance bringWhat your love must command Peter S. Quinn


Here Is A Heart Here is a heart of mineTick tacking till it's fineNow the days take a spinTo the out and within Like a saying all goesSpring green now growsFields of summer comingFine pictures blooming Days are giving their blueIn the shades of newAll that hidden pleasureFrom growing treasure Earth is blossoming lightTake away winter's nightNow the days are youngFor lover's heart to long Here is a heart and its beatEasy going summer streetAnd people are talkingBusy boulevards' walking Here the sun comes againDarkness is now in its vainColors are going of dullForest is growing to its full Here is a heart of mineTick tacking till it's fineNow the days take a spinTo the out and within Beautiful moments renewSunshine is coming throughBe what it may and mayLet's walk together this day


Peter S. Quinn


Here Is My Christmas Welcome Song Here is my Christmas welcome songTo give with my best wishes to youI'll be sending it in spirit alongTo let all your wishes come trueIt’s nice to be wishing all hereAnd I hope it'll bring you new thingsIt’s the time of the winter's yearWhen every bell rings and sings So much to please the eyeWith every light there foundSilvery moon through the skyWaiting for Christmases aroundMay it be joyful and veryMuch of a blessing to youHope you’re in Christmas spirit merryWhen it all comes here through Have a good time and a happy new yearTrust every day be your lucky oneSo much to entertain all of you hereAnd carry your dreams through and onSo have a joyous happy holidayAnd find your hopes and dreamsMay every color of the lights playAnd give you blissful twinkling gleams Peter S. Quinn


Here Is My Song Here is my song -,On going and on going;To where tones belong,In the feelings showing.Distances in the mind,Innumerable roads to go;The melodies you find,Each stepping to and fro. The complete set of tones,And harmony breathing;Their kingdoms - of its own,What pitch emotions bring.Carefully or stern bright,Scales of time and silence;Rising to through the rite,Somber and in nonviolence. Here is my song -,In moment's affectionate;Rhythms weak and strong,Powerful or so delicate.Web of time and order,Complete in its own dream;Without boundary border,Elements in forward stream. Peter S. Quinn


Here Is My Song To You Here is my song to youIn a most beautiful dayInside a heart that's blueMorning of sad and gray Love that is now all lostGone to the graying of oldFootsteps in memories dustOutside of nothing to hold RefrainRemember my love to youIt's always so fresh in its heartA feeling so tender and trueAnd new from affections apartI was always inside yearsLike you were mine sunshineNow mornings are full of tearsI can't find you in my sunshine Love I still love through youEverything inside is sleepingFeelings are always so trueReminiscence of love keeping Heart songs of days to nightYesterday is to the farOnly now is there a lightFaraway like a Morningstar RefrainRemember my love to youIt's always so fresh in its heartA feeling so tender and trueAnd new from affections apartI was always inside yearsLike you were mine sunshineNow mornings are full of tearsI can't find you in my sunshine


Love is now my love to youInside this burning desireMemories coming still throughA light in the dark of its fire Now I'm differently sleepingAll is so quiet within nowMemories my love is keepingI'll get by here somehow RefrainRemember my love to youIt's always so fresh in its heartA feeling so tender and trueAnd new from affections apartI was always inside yearsLike you were mine sunshineNow mornings are full of tearsI can't find you in my sunshine I can't find you - oh my sunshine Peter S. Quinn


Here Is To This Day Here is to this daySo lovely in its airWith feelings close and nearComing from every wayLove is such a sweet thingWithin its opportunityGiving you wings so freeMaking your moments sing Love has its powerWith the minutes that goMorning glow on flowerIn its own glistening flowWith every dream that comesThere is something to cling toThe blooms of true blossomsAlways there made for you Here is to this daySo lovely as it isOpening up its blissIn to its drifting rayLove is never the sameIn its skillful singing toWith its happiness to youAnd its burning flame Peter S. Quinn


Here We Go Again (From New Waves To The Shore) Here we go againWith a song that tunes itselfOver and over like waterFor the love of each dayAnd we must feel inside what it isTurning our spirits to the clouds Here we feel inside this songRotating sideways over to youLetting thoughts flood on airOutside in the drifting breezeWhere our compassion is growing steadyOnce more on its goAnd the ideas are circling everywhereNow is the time to bring it backThat got lost once on its way Let me hear this song from youSpinning freshly lines throughEvery vision that came to realityWhen the moments gave opportunities Peter S. Quinn


Hi Little Boy Hi little boy with a wondering faceYou are still learning to be awakeIn each feeling that comes to amazeWith new discoveries in every take So much to give from every thoughtWith something spectacular to doThat experiment moments broughtAnd you gave a meaning and glue There are places sweet in your eyesFrom the profound forestry woodWith something lost from paradiseSome to recall from your childhood Fairy stories of the right and wrongGiving their time in timeless hoursDaydreams that you in dreams longLike innocent break of day flowers Each new turn is an on finding wayTo the fancy where your heart isAnd you with the cherubs along playFor your daybreak’s still in fresh bliss Peter S. Quinn


Hi? Bláa Blóm hi? bláa blómsem byr í mérer fullt af hljómsem um mig fer ég elska ennsem auga? sérog brenn og brenní brjósti mér Peter S. Quinn


Hidden Inside The Dark Night in dark veinsFlowing through the coldRiver's icy lanesTo the snow unfoldBoundaries of the iceBetween lines of earthThe many deep disguiseEvery inches worth Hidden inside the darkGlowing moon blueShadowy ice to sparkBlades of coldness throughSwaying of the flowTo the blackness abyssBrash ice thorny glowObliviousness going kiss Marble-like laden mirrorReflections in green lightAurara borealis veneererFrom its sky far flightEvery wing in curvaturesQuaking the open wayDancing across with slursTill the daybreak of day -under construction - Peter S. Quinn


Hidden Love Daggers (From,134 Picture Poems) hidden love daggersunder cut of lies woundnot bloodbut desire like a silkymask Peter S. Quinn


High All I am sayingIs my heart has desireIn its times and weighingBurns of its fireLove is all as it’s foundDreaming a desired courseTime after time aroundIn its intimate force So set you aims highAll is claiming to go thruEvery reason every tryIs then all up to you! All I am givingIs my dream and its chanceHow I am livingIn the days of its tranceAnd your heart is a fellingFrom inside and outCourses of way stealing In its truth and doubt So set you aims highAll is claiming to go thruEvery reason every tryIs then all up to you! Feelings are like loveTo be had for moreDrifting all there aboveIn open fate’s doorBelieve in your heartNever let hope goThat’s the beginning of a startHow to reach far and know So set you aims highAll is claiming to go thru


Every reason every tryIs then all up to you! Peter S. Quinn


Himinn Og Jör? himinn og jör?hrjúf moldarbör?fjóla lítil sefursem ljúfa gle?i gefurí íslenskum sveitar svör? haustlæg? um skör?hrollsöm og hör?undan blómi grefursem blessun vorsins hefur- deyr nú blóma hjör? Peter S. Quinn


Histories Forgotten (From,134 Picture Poems) histories forgottenmemories in time sandselapses through deserts delicate confessionsdancing away youthfullyin the shadowy corners Peter S. Quinn


Hit-And-Miss My time is to timeOut words I've writtenPut inside its rhymeThe metaphors hiddenWhat I’ve foundOr sometimes even lostBridges that come aroundAnd get my thoughts crossed We are here to liveIn where we are goingAnd sometimes experience giveWithout even knowingThe just in time is thisAnd few are exactly the sameTherefore it's hit-and-missWhich of its thoughtsYou’ll claim Peter S. Quinn


Hold Me Close Hold me closeNever let me goLife's a beautiful roseFrom summer's glowDreams in a blissFalling above starNight's last kissAll that you are We were neverMeant to beLove togetherForever freeSummer in a songDay and nightHearts on to longAdores flight Hold me closeO beautiful youLike the river goesSo all goes thruNothing stands stillOnly passes awayAt times own willDestines play Hold me closeNever let me goLife's a beautiful roseFrom summer glowWishes are afarIn the night aloneFalling like a starInto dark of tone We were neverMeant to beLove together


Forever freeSummer in a songDay and nightHearts on to longAdores flight All that's neverA night to beComes not togeteherNever is free Hold me closeNever let me goLife's a beautiful roseFrom summer's glowDreams in a blissFalling above starNight's last kissAll that you are Hold me close Peter S. Quinn


Hold On Hold onto the long gone after,hold onto time's rafter.The days are long gonethat once were true,but keep on going onfrom inside what is you. Hold onto times hilarity,hold onto youth simplicity.All its days of veracityfor memories go on,times of night are freered glows from the evening sun. Hold onlike the timeless sky,hold onreaching on to stars so high.All is endless in its splendorflying time like oceans deep,all is sailing to dreams shorewhere the night dreams keep. Hold onto the long gone after,hold onto time's rafter.The days are long gonethat once were true,but keep on going onfrom inside what is you. Peter S. Quinn


Holding On To Dreams Holding on to dreamsIs what we try to doEverything what it seemsIs there for me and you Times in their fantasyNothing to be for realMaking safe and carefreeWhat we all know and feel Holding on to the oldMaking no time for newLetting our dreams unfoldAs reality goes through Time in their day and nightIn what is our dreamGiving dreams fantasy flightAll is only what it seem Holding on to a fantasyThat is now coming throughAll's make believe to beLike it were always true This is so much we doIn everything that we tryTrying to make dreams trueLimitless like the blue sky Peter S. Quinn


Holly Night - Oh Sweet Light Holly night - oh sweet light!Come to my feelings and heartBring mornings of glorious lightSweet in its fulfillment startGive me peace I yearn for in my doubtIn my beings - to the heavenly starWhat shall futures to us be about?With their blinking - wide and afar We're yearning for a true love songTo mankinds dream in the clearWhere contends of opportunities belongThat gives us the ways to steerEach of our love is sometimes lowInside moods without reaching shoreNow is time to let the world knowWhat every peace in the heart is for Holly night - again is coming inWith every glistening moment to shareIf you believe - you too shall find it and winGive something worthy for you to have hereLove songs of night like the stars aboveTimeless in twinkling for peace on earthIt's the night of harmony and to give loveShow every kindness - of what it is worth RefrainHolly night - oh sweet light!Come to my feelings and heartBring mornings of glorious lightSweet in its fulfillment startGive me peace I yearn for in my doubtIn my beings - to the heavenly starWhat shall futures to us be about?With their blinking - wide and afar Peter S. Quinn


Hooked On Don’t let my heart goTo the bottom of thisSo much we still don't knowWhat love really is?Except if you love meDon’t let me sail awayBecause I'll become too freeTo be here and stay A sky of open spaceIs how our love really isIn tumult of the graysIn everything of thisSo much of reasons highOr going deep in earthLike each their tread lieThat has its grown worth If I am in your dreamsDon’t let me walk outOn to the going streamsOf every suspicious doubtWe could build up our mindAnd opened up our eyesWhat we together bindIn each our compromise Don’t let tears be realWhen good things dieLike our touch and feelInside every true tryYou know my heart's hereTo let our love surviveThough apart somewhereWe are trying to be alive Peter S. Quinn


Hope - Like A Blossom Glow Hope like a blossom glowFilling its leaves with sunshineRooted in earth to growAnd become with life sublime Oh darling I have you hereInside the heart rootThat grows its leaves everywhereAnd never lets hopeless intrude The land is to become freeWith the swaying from its grassAnd ever for always to beFilled in its tunes of glowing brass Hope is my heart from the rowYesterdays sometimes not farLoosening the tangling toeAnd brushing away the dim mar Peter S. Quinn


Hope In Dreams Of Rushing Hours I love to be alive like a butterflyIn summer among some fragrance flowersIn the waft of the day of beautiful hoursWith my wings flying through the open clear skyTo have all the command to see and to tryCarry the beat of its pulsation powersThat comes as hope in dreams of rushing hoursNever to a fluffy thought wander and die But most of all like the breeze in the leavesGiving hope with its song and its confideThat goes from the day to evening singingEvery drifting cloud of man's believesThose through the air of the blue always glideEach new opportunity they're bringing Peter S. Quinn


Hope Sending Hope Sunlight is everywhere to be foundHope sending hope to the inside far trueHigh heavens bluer drifting in sunset throughIn your eyes here and there and all around Playing and moving distant in tomorrowGiving from its love that will linger onMoods to remember from a world that's goneFeelings of care that no one can borrow A day is in evening saying its goodbyeWith yellow red burning into the darkDreams to linger on to the calls of nightClearing reality from luminous skyEach of its dreams from outer there to sparkLosing each shading to darkish mauve sight Peter S. Quinn


Hoping Against Hope Hoping against hopeAre my wings to flyAnd hold on to that robeThat pulls me to the skyAnd liaises my heart beatTo its full throbbing blowI'm now on an empty streetTo where I want to go Time’s perhaps against timeIn my lonely strifeFor soon I´ll be reaching primeIn my way of lifeBut thoughts may still wanderTo where my dove isAway from this dispute's asunderAnd only with fate's loves kiss A heart against heartThis is not the way to liveSo much of doubt to impartWhen there’s so much to giveStretching the chances hoursFor a permit to be and liftFrom dust all the fallen flowersNature of vileness did drift Peter S. Quinn


Hoping For Love Hoping for LoveIn all its true wayDistant clouds aboveAs they go and playFeelings at their worthGiving and wakingEvery loves at birthWhen love its making Like an early springDay to day glowingWith a breezy singAnd colors flowingHeart to stand byIn the blossoms newOpening blue skyGetting sunshine thru Hoping for a heartAll that is insideNever away departIn a moment’s glideLove that is freeWithout a restraintGiving to you and meTouches we could paint Peter S. Quinn


Hour Of Uncertainty My hour is now of uncertaintySo much of feelings inside of meEach memory like a question markThose through my thoughts now embark Meanings going round and aroundWith some old findings again foundFrom an early thoughtThat time has taughtAnd still within my search are bound The hours that now have departedEven before they really startedThose feelings I'd recollect to let goLike winter times falling melting snow Peter S. Quinn


Hours In Spring Hours in springLove is in lifeNow my heart will singAfter winter's strifeYou and I nowOn to new daysManaging somehowNew tone ways Hours of shadeEternally here onDarkish colors madeFrom winter sunOn to burning blazeOf the very newInto summer daysFor me and you Hours into deepColors black to blueComing under sleepFor me and youAnd life for timelessBurning fires darkOnto spring caressIn first hours spark Peter S. Quinn


Hours Of Amenities Hours of amenities standing at its callFlowers to cast and dressed in shades to beStanding in the summer decline in the fallAnything that comes again to be freePoint of surmise always in with what we learnDaydreams going forever into the deepOnward outfit losing to its reserved turnMornings standing at odds for the nights to keep You and I and our song adjoining the roomsColorful moments that never again comeWith their sweetness flowers and playing tongueEloquent neglect of the summer bloomsWhere our heart and roots are now drying fromStrangeness of the feelings that inside grows young Peter S. Quinn


Hours Of Dark And Light In a new new dayHours of dark and lightI heard the breeze playAnd take a strolling flightIn a garden of frostOf wintry coldness rosesWhere dreams get lostAs dawn new day composes In its fresh fresh hourFull of morning on brightIn its splendid devourOf twilight's soft nightWhen the rising comes inSoftly from under a cloudWings of full fiery spinWithout any darkness doubt In a play play alongFairytales of the morningOf a crystal bright songWith its hope and yearningOf the gathering of new dayBurning kindles of fireIn the frosty earthly layOf its arising desire Peter S. Quinn


Hours Of Forgetfulness (From, Rock Star) All feelings are tired and sometimes throughGiving no before their minutes are goneYou have your reasons in what you have to doNo battle is taken if none is wonFind every way that sometimes lies hiddenBefore the day spread it all aroundWhat becomes like love I guess is forbiddenBlack on the walls circling - surround Give me a reason for your maternal wayClock works inside that lock the tick tackBringing in the dim that comes to the dayAll is for the inside and turning into black Paint me with reasons I won't go awayAll I have found like nails into deepReasons for together never will stayAlways the twist on the surface will creepOlder ones thought nothing to giveStrife like a flash of light were you areWorth every time to escape and liveAll life is dying like a falling star Learn while you can before it's goneBring out those thoughts that might escapeHours of forgetfulness have all shoneInto shallowness of unknown landscapeWhat awaits you will not be noneUntil very later when you have learnedYou both have to win and take any abjectionBefore the bridges behind you are burned Peter S. Quinn


How Can I Forget A Love Tune How do I forget a love tune?Sweetly singing, still to my ears;That once sang in the early of June,When there were no autumn tears.How can I forget you completely?When everything reminds me, still of you;How can I set my heart once more free?When memories keep popping up from out of the blue.Songs I remember of your nearness,Fading not away in the rain;Always to remind me, and fresh,How can I lose them all again?How do I forget a love song?That's enchanting my heart forever,Why must I be tormented so long?Will it not vanish till we are together?How can I forget you completely?When nights are so full of moonlight,Yes how can my heart become free?When love wings haven't lost their flight. Peter S. Quinn


How Can I Forget A Love Tune? How do I forget a love tune?Sweetly singing, still to my ears;That once was sang in the early of June,When there were no autumn tears.How can I forget you completely?When everything reminds me, still of you;How can I set my heart once more free?When memories keep popping up from out of the blue.Songs I remember of your nearness,Fading not away in the rain;Always to remind me, and fresh,How can I lose them all again?How do I forget a love song?That's enchanting my heart forever,Why must I be tormented so long?Will it not vanish till we are together?How can I forget you completely?When nights are so full of moonlight,Yes how can my heart become free?When love wings haven't lost their flight. Peter S. Quinn


How Do You Love Me? How do you love me?If you don´t tellIs it a love of free?Or one inside its spellFor how longer stillWill the stars shine on?If the future willBe lost and night gone How true is a heart?That feels not my loveShall ever therein startSome care worthy ofOr will it all be lostIn its dark going flowThat thru here’s crossedOn its departing go How do our destines lieIf nothing is betweenOnly empty lost skyWith none of stars’ seenDeep into deep darkOceans of its densityWhere hours won't sparkFrom love’s propensity Peter S. Quinn


How Much (From, Even Though There Are NoReasons) How much time is on?Every footstep you takeBefore it is goneTo old yesterday's heartacheHow much do I love you?Before the night is darkHow much is close and trueIn each its instance’s spark How will true love give?If no one is there to receiveShall it go on and liveIf it isn't there to retrieveIf ever we are lost apartWith deep oceans betweenCan we again follow the heart?From where it once has been How much is nothing at allWhen love is somewhereIf you will again callAnd come on over to shareFor every time’s to get aroundTo find out whom we areMuch the same to be foundIf we have been from afar Peter S. Quinn


How Soon Is Now (A Song) How soon is nowWith all its endless goingThat shows up somehowWithout you ever knowingLike rain that comesAnd pours from cloudy skyIn its dripping drumsWithout ever asking why How soon is hereWith dreams that never passAnd go to everywhereWhat might have come acrossLike time standing stillWith nothing more to sayAnd others might fulfillLater in their own way How soon is thisThose answers those are goneLike a morning blissTo carry just on and onWith nothing more to giveJust parting times nearOr remembrance to liveWhen something else is here Peter S. Quinn


How Sweet Is This Music How sweet is this music of feelings and touch?The softest of all sayings 'I love you so much';This voice is so deep - it never could die,And clearer than any, and further than the sky. Each feeling there is, of oceans too wide,Burning in flames like a morning blue eyed;Oh tender they are, oh and sweet they are,These loveliest feelings to smooth every scar. Peter S. Quinn


How Sweet The Rain Falls How sweet the rain fallsOn earth that secret liesWith raindrops peaceful callsThe hour of life's riseA running stream to riverThe water with its flowThat vigor shall soon deliverIn futures bright to go How sweet this hour comesTo give us so muchWith beauty it strumsEach stone soothingly touchOh love is sometimes trueHow it goes here aboutWhen it comes so very newWithout a declining doubt Feelings the ways are callingWhen nature comes to singWith light darkness is fallingAnd everything becomes springOh how this song givesFrom its soul of airy wavesAnd with each seed livesBringing life and others saves Peter S. Quinn


Howling Howling to clouds of silenceIn this game of testing enduresWith ease and full of diligenceAll thoughts likewise immuresRest your addicted pleasureFor things that makes a victimTake each countable measureTo your own personal dictum Raise the bars to your needBring up your voice and breathThe old news is a dying breedWork is a game of life and deathMake your gamble more intenseThe paths are of endless fortunesWhat's now low might augmentsLater with future abdications A branded sign undresses youMakes the shadows blackerRoads of the unknown are hueLets become a fast trackerRise tongues of flayed sunWith writings that write youFrom the beginning like day oneYou need alternate and renew Peter S. Quinn


Howling (From, Rockstar) Howling to clouds of silenceIn this game of testing enduresWith ease and full of diligenceAll thoughts likewise immuresRest your addicted pleasureFor things and makes a victimTake each countable measureTo your own personal dictum Raise the bars to your needBring up your voice and breathThe old news is a dying breedWork is a game of life and deathMake your gamble more intenseThe paths are of endless fortunesWhat's now low might augmentsLater with future abdications A branded sign undresses youMakes the shadows blackerRoads of the unknown are hueLets become a fast trackerRise tongues of flayed sunWith writings that write youFrom the beginning like day oneYou need alternate and renew Peter S. Quinn


Hugar Harmur Hugar harmur sárheimi ?essum í,eitt líti? einmana tárengin höndin hly. Gráir skuggar skeraskin sólar rjúfa,söknu? sáran berasætleik burtu kljúfa. Sortnar sólu yfirsút sem regnsky,?ungt er ?a? sem lifir?ó skal byrja' á ny. Peter S. Quinn


Human Feelings For A Touch I´m mostly always aloneWith no hand to catchIn my melodies I toneHuman feelings for a touch With colors of the rainbowI dream in my world a lotFeelings like blue sky glowThat this world has not All my heart is a robeTrying to bring me to topTo the high mountains globeWhere my dreams won’t stop I am only me whishingFor another day to beginGrass of green dreams kissingPurple fantasies to spin Yellow rising new daybreakWith the hope of every skyMuch of stress for my acheFor this road I had to try Morning comes to say helloWith aspiring set to doWe have our roads to followOnto the sky of rainbows true Peter S. Quinn


Hún Læ?ist ?okan Hún læ?ist ?okan,langt ny?ur í dal.Döggvar hvert strá,og slær ?ví til og frá;?egar haustríki er,í ?ér og mér. Hún læ?ist ?okan,lúmsk og grá.Me? kalda kinn,kemur vindurinn;?egar haustríki er,í ?ér og mér. (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Hurting I am so much in hurtingAs my feelings now goTimes are in shadows flirtingComing in sadness slowI didn't get the thinkingWhat was going on?Just the outside mar blinkingBefore much if it was gone I´ve become almost lostIn this game of believeAnd my heart double-crossedIn its way and grieveThere is no war to be wonOnly suffering strayThat keeps pondering onIn their timeless and play We will all be triedIn what we have becomeAnd what inside has diedFrom firing thoughts fromThere are diseases unlockedOn the road to burnish wearsOnly now to be shockedIn our own unsecure tears Peter S. Quinn


Hush-Hush Values – A Song Hush-hush values are everywhereOne is here the other thereThey flow through time's riverTo accomplish and to deliverRising to fall - a lonesome dreamWith its waves and motion’s streamSometimes giving something tooIf it comes and touches you Dreams are on their flying notionVerve’s opportunity and its potionFeelings of what becomes deepInside emotions for years to keepSomething that mingles with fateWith its ongoing worth and debateProvide what you can’t put asideBe to your deciding a bit of a guide RefrainHush-hush values are everywhereOne is here the other thereThey flow through time's riverTo accomplish and to deliver… What you’ve found to bring in loveLife’s tinctures not too much ofWays of your heart and its prospectFeelings truthful you can’t neglectBuried implication is everywhereTrying to open each secured doorHow to avoid and become awareWhen at some times you are unsure Refrain… Peter S. Quinn


Hva? Er List Hva? er listég get ekki sagt ?a??a? er ykkar a? dæmamitt a? yrkja hva? er lífeitthva? sem ?ú hefurá me?an ?a? varira? lokum ?a? deyr hver ert ?úófullkomin ma?urme? ófullkomin markmi?leitandi leir hva? er ?á markmi?hringsnúast um sólu?roska hverja greinuppgötva læ virkja (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


I Am A Dream (From,134 Picture Poems) I am a dreamto this of a balloon weightflying keeping friendship youngwithout aging Peter S. Quinn


I Am A Singer Of Song I am a singer of songIn the sweetest melodyMy heart‘s a dreamy longAs it wants to be freeLove's eternally caressDreams of the same tuneBud of summer effloresceSongs under love's moon I'm a beguile of an airRhythm of love's poundFrom influences anywhereSunrise and sunset aroundMy dreams are my partIn rests and soundings doStraight from my own heartOnto someone like you I'm a songster to springIn freshness of beginningI only give what I can singTrough hope and chagriningFly away with my dreamInto tomorrow pendingLullabies of sundown gleamsEvery trouble amending Peter S. Quinn


I Am Close To You I am close to youI am close to youIn the everlasting streamI am close to youCloser than before did seemWhile darkness comes here thruIn its everlasting dream Many days before - in new springWhen our hearts where younger stillWith the ways we once did singFor our hope to come and fulfillWhen our eyes were filled with skyThrough the blue and the beautifulAnd we did ask our questions whyIn the answers that never were dull When life shined like blossoms youngIn the senses we once did touchWith the morning of hope to longAnd with the feelings that gave so muchWhen earth was fresh like paradiseAnd every mountain was green and nearOur hearts didn’t know goodbyesOnly our beat that was close to hear I am close to youI am close to youIn this everlasting streamI am close to youCloser than before did seemWhile darkness comes here thruIn its everlasting dream Let us give and let us awakeWhat this world has shown us till nowEvery mystic be born from to takeWe shall manage their ways somehowFor all life is made for new love


And what comes to be always freeLike the clouds drifting here aboveOf love that was meant for you and me Many days before in new springWhen our hearts where younger stillWith the ways we once did singFor our hope to come and fulfillEvery dream has its taste and sacrificeFrom the days that are going throughTell me only truth that never liesSo we can come together again too I am close to youI am close to youIn the everlasting streamI am close to youCloser than before did seemWhile darkness comes here thruIn its everlasting dream Peter S. Quinn


I Am Coming To Deliver I am coming to deliverWith something from withinLike cornfields sway and shiverIn the breezing of its daily spinI will attempt give my viewTo see to the inside holdAnd reached out to the fewThose never have been told Oh give me something to tryLike day and darkness onWhen sky in clouds are highWith everything that's yonYes bring me to my faith I needAnd hold nothing from my eyesThere’s much love in lines I readWords of the truth and no lies Come give me the seed to growThat never gets old in yearsLet love be its expectations flowFor inside to reach its caresNever let love be without hopeGive it the heart you've foundIt’s easy to hold to that robeIf it's steady strong and sound * This will song will be published at sheetmusic publishing, soon I hope. Peter S. Quinn


I Am Happy (#5 From My Musical, Lyrics...) I am happy because there's sun,I see the winter's done;And all frosty is out of the earth,The green has now a new birth. There's peace in new blue sky,And clouds are easily going;The past away settles and fly,All with excitement is growing. Flowers do colors now show,Shimmering blossoms so quite;Before, they were seeds in the snow,Now they give fragrance in the night. I am happy walking the meadow,Over open field - on my way,Butter-cups and dandelions glow,As they color up a beautiful day. In a forest a new nest is eyed,Of leaves and daisies waved;A young bird sings with a pride,Looking at what his heart craved. The days are like rivers of light,Sun burning the stones of earth;A wonderful feeling and a sight,Of regenerating seasonal birth. I am happy in morning smells,With ruffling weaves of a brook;And toothed leaves of silver bells,With earth in all its newborn look. (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic)


Peter S. Quinn


I Am Happy, You Are Happy I am happy,You are happy,We are happy to be both here;It's so lovely,Yes so lovely,It's summertime in the air. When a bloom's born in spring,See how lovely it becomes,With your heart along sing,Wake up from winter’s glums;Life is growing again,From the old that's asleep,From the mountains to glen,All the flowers now reap. You will be singing in tune,With the wonders of time,For the blossoms of June,Fit like a song to a rime;When all life comes in full,With its growth and its skills,No moment's longer dull,There's just song in the hills. I am happy,You are happy,It's the happiest time of the year;It's so lovely,Yes so lovely,When life's growing everywhere. Time renews all our wishes,What grows old is born anew,After some temporary glitches,Again earth restores its debut. Peter S. Quinn


I Am Here For You I am here for youJust as you are for meWith something to giveThat is worth to be freeSweet excess existenceSo brave in its heartWith each life and livingFrom cradle of start Be here always to assureI have what I needIn my love and my lifeThat my footsteps shall readFor I want its true callWith its worthy true songFrom beginning to endWhere my roots all belong I am here for lifeJust as you are here tooEverything that we tryLet it always be true Peter S. Quinn


I Am In The Dimness I am in the dimness of forgotten beliefWith outlook of their own those come and goLike dry flowers from the past these will glowAnd rust on to winter like a tree leafFly-by-night is gone with its long while and briefWhat does tomorrow share this day doesn’t knowFurther beginnings and end in its flowAll in distinction of gladness and grief River returns with a day that is unbornEvery meaning is not forever to beJust like day clouds that into night will vanishAutumn bleaches what each summer has wornTeaching and their sayings eternallyDream will come closer or gone it will tarnish Peter S. Quinn


I Am Just Reaching Nothing (From My Musical, This IsMy Life) I am just reaching nothingWith my inside ownEvery step is bluffingWorthy not to shownDaydreams are glowingIn between the linesStill outside its snowingHours between sunshine's Catching winking eyeMy daydreams that are livingIn morning grayness skyThey are each givingNothing but still the bluesDown to past regretsMy memories past duesWith hand me down brew collects Moments that come and goFeeling of weep and fretLoves that need to knowNothing is in here yetOnly the cold and the dryMondays all the way throughLike the dim cloudlets flySo are our courses too Peter S. Quinn


I Am Just Waiting For You I am just waiting for youIn a love that comes alongLittle moments that are trueIn a little simple songLove that was and still isIn everything that's going hereSimple ways we do missIn love songs from everywhere I'm just walking down the streetFinding ways to find youCathching coldness from my feetIn all that's going throughSimple ways they mean alotTo a love that never diesEverything those feelings gotMake'em deeper those ties I'm just waiting for the hoursThose never came alongFalling leaves and flowersAll in a simple love songRainy days are always nearWith their moments to giveOh how I wish you were hereWith you love again to live I am just waiting for youIn a love that comes alongLittle moments that are trueIn a little simple song Love that was and always isIn everything that's going stillSimple ways we do missAnd love songs do fullfill Peter S. Quinn


I Am Like The Breeze On The Ocean Waves I am like the breeze on the ocean wavesDrinking from the breasts of the afar deepFlowers from the glistening morning weepAnd each of its longing that daybreak cravesSun shining moods that flow around its spellWeeping clouds in drifting its moments tearsComing through the dreaming and the real yearsAnything desiring I can't foretell Rivers that feel the veins of softly earthWhile it's going with its flowing rivuletFrom side to side dust and its growing limeEach thinking that catches me in its worthAllows me to completely forgetWhat hour comes after this instant in time Peter S. Quinn


I Am Mad (...From King Lear Goes To Town,3rd Act) Part 1 We are so bewildered doing blooms,We are so foolish making drama;While we concentrate of getting what comes,All with a different karma;The poem was suppose to be aboutYou, and also maybe a little about me;But then came this part of self esteem and doubt,That set it all going down the drain, free.Oh here I am standing though still,Can't escape the world I am living in;But I think I am just a reckless will,Dumping down the toilet all my former sins… I shall rejoin you shortly,Ever so fresh and new;I shall live well and be,Just like morning dew.Horizons sit besides me,Hiding its face for now;Sooner or later I'll see,Structures and ways of how… Morning is breaking lose,Night has begun to fall;There are starts and through,I can now see them all.There are few don't and do's,After the darkness is gone;Hope to be losing my blues,Before the night is done! Come and join my madness,While it's having some fun;Just like the nature is fresh,So shall it all continue on?Words are a special bless,Ever so fresh and new;


They are all more or less,Being the same and true… Whatever names you bear,I shall be riddling in words;Hope you do same and share,Or be like a soul that's hurt.After the darkness we fear,I shall be enjoying a live;With all the wordily tear,That shall then soon arrive. Respect my fair purpose,And what I'm striving for;In the garden like a rose,That was never too sure.I must go on with living,Building on a madly wish;There is so fruitless giving,Like in life there always is. - Oh I am still doing flowers... Peter S. Quinn


I Am My Dreams I I am my dreams Each one that comes and goesTo give of their waysThe timeless little glowsIn every shaping haze The doors that open roadsTo privacy of my heartTheir many variety loadsThat drives each it apartA timelessness to followWhere everything has its roomAt times dreaming hollowSwept away with time's broom A dream for meAnd sometimes for youHopefully II I am my dreams They tag on from here to thereGiving and sometimes deprivingWhatever fancy gives to shareWhen its instances we're reviving Like clouds drifting in the skyOr every new mornings glowSensations on the inside flyAnd maybe I cannot showWishful wheels of moment's desireRunning thru time reality spacesA light up of its reflection fireThat my point in time gazes


A dream for meAnd sometimes for youHopefully Peter S. Quinn


I Am Nobody I am nobodyBut I am not aloneTo be somebodyI'll be a personal toneWith my secret charmsEvery hour I walkSo the air swarmsThrough my rising talk If you are somebodyI'll be there tooNot to be nobodyBut to be like youRising the edge of timeFilling my own spaceBuild up my goals primeInside its many ways So be here this tooGive your room a nameAnd you will walk throughVariety of the sameFeathery falling fullOr fluffy like a cloudExactly your own nullIn any given crowd Peter S. Quinn


I Am Only A Melody I am only a melodyIn a timeless open waysAlways coming in freeTo express my longings today’s The river in its goingThe tones that my heart has foundRhythms of my life showingIt comes around and around I am only a theme singingIn endless times expressTo my world this all bringingFor you to give thought or caress My times are lyrics from deep oceansThe rhythms that waves the seaI am sailor boy of emotionsIts veins are a part of me I am only to express myselfSometimes without any wordsMy father was an Irish elfMy mother comes from sea birds Now I penetrate in electro houseMy roots lie in classic quintessentialCome read my lead sheets black crowsIf you are in music sequential Peter S. Quinn


I Am So Tired Of Leaving I am so tired of leavingAnd closing the doors after meA love that was never grievingJust let me go and be freeDreams that were never to settleOnly to be there outsideLife like a sound of a rattleNot to give passion and abide Open the ways open wideLet all our years now go byFeel what you have without prideJust like a morning clear skyWhishes were always so lonesomeDreams that never were hereEvery thought were love is fromTook us down all those years Why haven’t you given me more?Than what is broken to fillThe summers are not like beforeEverything is down sided hillFeeling that brought us tightSomewhere are now in their hideThis doesn’t feel so quite rightWhen we search side by side I am so tired of leavingAnd closing the doors after meA love that was never grievingJust let me go and be freeAlways though inside aloneFeelings that never were givenOnly stumble on like a stoneWhen we should be out there liven - Happy New Year! -


Peter S. Quinn


I Am The Breeze Peaceful I comeI'm the breezeOn summer's blossomAnd trees You may hearMy whispering tongueI'm everywhereBut I don't stay long Day and nightAre on my wingsAnd the early lightIn the morning that sings I'm everywhereWith my hopeful songI'm everywhereWeak and strong I am summer's friendComing and goingEach fragrances blendCircling and slowing I'm in the cloudsAs they drift on byI'm within the crowdsThat look up to the sky I'm everywhere Peter S. Quinn


I Am The Wind Says The Wind 'I am the wind' says the wind,I will improvise pictures in the sand;What I've explored or chagrined,You shall come to understand. 'I am the rain' says the rain,I will sooth your mortal flesh;With a drink from my reign,There are no other holier fresh. 'I am the fire' says the fire,I will open up darkness to you;Give you longings and more desire,In each thing you make and do. 'I am a child' says man's child,Each word I make shall stand;I'll make my rules out of the wild,In each my way I command. 'I am the earth' says the earth,You are nothing without me;I gave you and your forefathers birth,I set each thought and thing free. Peter S. Quinn


I Am Transparent I am transparentLike stone in the mudI am transparentLike cloud in the skyI am transparentLike the watery seaI am transparentBut that is just me The flow of my songIn its many claysThe feelings I longIn each of my daysAll walking and goingLike transparent glowMy heart is growingIts beats to and fro I am transparentLike yesterdays livesI am transparentWith downs and its givesI am transparentTo follow my dreamI am transparentBut still I'm a stream Peter S. Quinn


I Am Trying To Catch The Wind I I am trying to catch the wind,But I don't know where it's going;I am trying to find a way,Without really knowing. I will find my love in yours...,You will find your love in mine;We have to know the past,If our love is going to lastThrough years in time. We are swimming into deep sea,Finding our souls again;Looking through time eternity,Without knowing the day or when. We will find the road to goals,We will find the sun that shinesIn our everyday song;We must join and get a long,Thorough years in time. This is the goal of my dreams,This is the turning of the road;I shall be dreaming through a day,In the early morning ray. II I am trying to catch the windIn my hair,I am trying to remember a thoughtFrom a past year. Like you I look for a moment,Gone or near;Like you I shall be dust,


Going nowhere. Thoughts in timeAre stranded in our mind,Wandering insideOr lost behind. Like you I look for a moment,To sing my song;Like you they turn to rust,As they go along. I am trying to catch the wind,Of the moments gone;The joys or sorrows they brought,As they went along. Peter S. Quinn


I Am Trying To Write: -) I am trying to write - with an open heartAnd everything in simple good EnglishMy words are both attitudes and my wishThat I might come through in what I would startSome are love songs across the fields and moreVoices so clear and rich in their 'kisses'Accomplishing before someone dismissesMy words for somewhat - I don't know what's for I will be true to what I've been givingFor I can not do more to reach the lightThan to be what's inside me - like dark earthEach sense of the words - across fields of livingI will show as they come in to my heightAnd each then be nipped off as they are worth Peter S. Quinn


I Ask For The Freedom Inside Your Heart I am a leaf in your hands and your eyesMorning that comes for a day to believeIn the hours of off thoughts the nights gaveLonely in their mood and cornered darknessThat circles the shade of waves on the water Don’t let my go into loneliness of my ownDying into sounds of the forlorn woodsWith routs to the anguish inside my heartThose feelings that gets lost with the flow Give or take this compassion I have cut out for youWith every moment given that mirrors the deepInside this waiting of unbearable seclusion I have been asking for ways to your feelingsSomewhere asleep inside your backwoodsThat never comes clearly out - but always is free Peter S. Quinn


I Believe I believeWith my own touchInto heart's realityLove is insideFeelings so muchAll what you feel to beNothing gets close except loveInto the ways of trustMoving aroundLike clouds aboveLove is its innermost mustDays of feelingsMaking it trueNothing is quite like thisLove is the reason for youFrom insideAnd out it really isBelieve with your own touchAnd all insideBecomes freeYou are my heartWith so muchA part of my loveThe other meAll is youLike all is meLove awakenInto the starry skiesWings of its momentsForever freeAll what makes lifeAnd its ties Peter S. Quinn


I Believe In Dreams I believe in dreams,That come in a single wish;Golden winter beams,That come in the morn bliss.I believe in you,And all that is within;Days that will renew,And a heart that shall win. Hours are now deep dark,With falling shadows;Some moments have their spark,In the dawn's glow.Fulfill each your dream,With your new inspirations;You will have your theme,In their beautiful sensations. I believe in dreams,That are forever flowing;Exhilaration forward streams,Aurora borealis glowing.I believe in you,And what you'll stand for;If it is coming true,Today - tomorrow and yore. Peter S. Quinn


I Believe In Dreams To Come I believe in dreams to come,I believe in them one by one;Like the stars glisten white,Dusting gold into our sight.I believe in the heart of gold,I believe, but it's hard to hold;Sliding through the fingers from,Beaming rainbows of the sun. Everything's here for a pleasure,Both in wake and in our sleep;Dream forms of another treasure,Some of which is ours to keep.Love is all like summer blooms,Reaching lights in distant fumes;Gold to keep for each and one,When our luck and fortunes come. I believe all good will win,I believe it has already won;Coming bright into the night,With their wings of peace as guide.Nothing then becomes too old,Nothing in to the dust will mold;Star dust will become of some,In the future there'll be much fun. Everything's of equal leisure,Corn sown fine again will reap;Fill the barns in plentiful measure,Separate the lambs from sheep.Our love's greatest of kingdoms,Back to us again resumes;We are lucky for such fortune,In the earthly breast and bosom. Peter S. Quinn


I Believe In Yesterdays I believe in yesterdays with fine tunesWhere new spring came through in fineness's touchWhere love song were sung 'I love you so much'And feelings meant all in its afternoonsSweet summer come back with those pretty thingsThat filled my longings in its stillness timeWith inspirational blossoms in their primeAnd still to my heart for always here sings Rain is now outside and dripping all wetFilling my emotions with a sullen skyThat never seems ending - day after dayWhere are the red flowers my heart once met?Give me back the dreams of blue darling's skyThose only are memories - still far away Peter S. Quinn


I Believe In You (From, Poems Of Papa Due) I believe in you,And the way things are;Nothing's out of the blue,On any a given star.Make all things come true,That has drifted afar;Get your things through,From bar to next bar. I believe in all,After those yesterdays;Destiny may call,Nothing forever stays.I'm feeling good and bad,Without any reason;Once we before had,Autumn's rustic season. I believe in thought,That may come or go;Everything be brought,And from it there grow.Just like life here is,Rain comes after sunshine;What you may not wish,Maybe just as fine. Peter S. Quinn


I Belong To You Always I belong to you always, I know for sureMy feelings are everywhere insideI will give what I can wherever you'reThough there is so much that from it will Glide The days will pass and fates becomeAnd skies move around to beautiful and darkWith everything settling into each swumYou’ll be the river stream - sun and the lark My secrets are here for only you to knowLike seeds through the air between us bothWhen earth's freshest blossoms again will glowIn springtime and summer's promising oathNo hope in my mind can hide from your partI belong to you always, in heart-to-heart Peter S. Quinn


I Bring You This In Sadness I bring you this in sadnessFor one is gone awayHe gave so much of gladnessIn poet's words and play... Dream a dream of dreamFor everything's so closeNothing as real as it seemDarkness, a morning or a rose Love's so tender in its whileGiving of it feeling's graceInside and in all its beguileHas every turn and its ways Remember songs of singingThat inside your heart did growAnd love of memories bringingAnd then for a time did go I wanted those songs foreverFor delight they gave beautyBut now they'll echo togetherInside my compassion so free All life must from us departBut songs will keep singing onInside our memory and heartThough its writer from us is gone Peter S. Quinn


I Cannot But Somewhat Wonder I cannot but somewhat wonderWhat’s going everywhere on?Feelings so much asunderThat should be close and funWith the emotions of the heartIn to the new day risingWhere our footsteps every startIn a future without disguising The love so tender and drivenOn to its own departure roadWhere cross sides are givenFor everyone’s pressing loadThose times have broken upOr given it its possess waysWhere meetings come or stopIn the disparity of each plays Living the habits that fulfillsMaking and breaking the wavesOut to the dales and hillsOf all the wonderment cravesPowder of time to roads leavingBringing in centuries pacesThe moods of its interweavingIn openness of turning spaces Peter S. Quinn


I Can'T Dismiss Love I can't dismiss love,Neither can you;It's all there above,In the huge blue.Stories untold,Dusty their ways;When they unfold,Into the days. Everything is sure,Born to grow old;Giving for more,That you can't hold.Love is born free,Like a drifting cloud;What comes to be,So fluffy about. Nothing is real,That we don't know;And what we feel,Surely will grow.I have a dream,Just like you all;It's like the stream,In a river's fall. I can't dismiss love,Neither can you;It's all there above,In the huge blue.Times maybe cold,To touch the sun rays;Or just too blindfold,For the inner ablaze. Everything is sure,Born to grow old;Giving for more,


That you can't hold.What you may see,Different in each crowd;It all seems apparently,Exiting and wowed. Nothing is real,That we don't know;And what we feel,Surely will grow.Sun shining beam,Golden and tall;Every word seem,Into autumn's call. I can't dismiss love,Neither can you;It's all there above,In the huge blue. Peter S. Quinn


I Can'T Forget You I can't forget youFor you are to me everythingLike a dream that is enchantingLike a river flowing to the seaEvery song that I knowTo your heart will goAnd all feelings that will beOr come from inside of meI can't forget youYou are to me like springLike a dream that forever will singEvery dream and wishes trueI can't forget youI'll remember every nearnessHow sweet the moonlight seemedAnd when this moment becomes lessI'll still have those we both dreamedI can't forget youYou are what I'm givingYou are what I'm living Peter S. Quinn


I Can'T Tell You I can't tell you what’s poetry and what’s notFor its is so much of the inside thingsYou have words for what you have lived and broughtAnd to them attached emotional stringsThe feelings that gave your meaning their flightThat no one has transferred outside beforeWaves of deep in the ocean of nightThat came to its life on a new world shore A song in your heart that you play and singPassionate ways of lyrical linesPaths to objects hidden - no one else knowsThat in from your distance you find and bringThe sense that the experience definesFlowers in the dirt - trampled on - but still glows *Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: “Lyric poetry refers to either poetry that has the form and musical quality of asong, or a usually short poem that expresses personal feelings, which may ormay not be set to music”. Peter S. Quinn


I Carry You With Me I carry you with meThrough existence of dreamsThe hours come to beWhere everything only seemsA day after nightOf a nearly forgotten placeComing into lightTheir many existence ways Hold on to that dreamSeeds of the dark and lostThe long dried streamPictures scattered and tossedWhere have you all been?In this space circling aroundWhat have your leaves seen?What else is there to be found? Day after day I knowNothing will come to beOnly dark grayed shadowed rowIs what my eyes now seeMemories lost and goneFor new ways that are still thereThe flowers once in the sunAre dusts now everywhere? Peter S. Quinn


I Celebrate The Faraway Places I celebrate the faraway placesWith songs from natures heartThey are fulsome in their gracesFrom first till last hour start The tones of beauty remotenessThrough all their graceful lightWith air and mist of barenessTheir morning or moonshine night O dreams of faraway hold the eyeOf images in their goingTheir wistful dreams and open skyWith stars or the sun glowing *Made with this painting: Peter S. Quinn


I Come To You (From, The Complete Collected PoemsOf Strains) I come to youAnd beckon my heartOf what I have here from insideI come to giveMy emotions that startLike long-ago waves those glide And offer to youEach thought of my offering daysSomething to fewIn molded time claysAnd borrowed secretsIn time’s stolen kissesThat words sometimes neglectsAnd the heart therefore misses I come to youIn borrowed time Peter S. Quinn


I Could Believe In A Dream (From, Myspace) Somewhere sometime agoLove songs were made to beJust like a morning glowWe come before dawn to see Fantasies dream come trueLike twilight stars in skyHere for both me and youIn with the morning high I could believe in a dreamWith you here by my siteWhere darkness all away seemIn our view and sight Let’s wake up now to knowCome here and watch with meHow new hope awakes to goInto a day of young and free Peter S. Quinn


I Crave Every Voice - Sonnet I crave every voice from summer's last timeThat nourished my heart through the wood and streetWhen tinctures were full in glow and primeAnd feeling were like dawn in their own treatOh love of my love, where are you for now?In every gone footstep that I have lostI need you back here in my thoughts somehowFor greenery boughs and blossoms are tossed Where has all the height of your harvest gone?On to the pale stones of plaid memoriesWhere once there was springtime and sunshine shoneThrough the branches and tops of the jade treesI crave your fleeting shade and growing muchEach weaving with tenderness, in new touch Peter S. Quinn


I Crave The Summer I crave the summer that gave dreams and hopeThose feelings through the streets of blossom brightWhen day was busting and there was no nightAnd I felt pleasures of living gropeWhen the days were young in their drifting wayLike clouds far above in the brightness skyEach dream that was falling rose again highIn curves of fairness rising and play Now winter is dim in its moody songAnd drifting in icily snowy whiteMorning like twilight in deep oceans darkWhere dreams are to live in memories longLike indelible scents from autumn gone lightThat once in yellow red leaves did spark Peter S. Quinn


I Don'T No Why I don't no whyThe sun is gray,And the blue skyWon't ever stay;The morning's highWhen shadows gae,And time does flyJust away glisse. I have no peaceInside of me,Minds' broderiesAct and agree;AmphigoriesLives expletive,Each adopteesIn abc. My love's a songWith nights and days,That moves alongAnd never stays;The weak and strongWhich interplays,The yin and yangTo future gaze. Peter S. Quinn


I Don'T No Why (From, Lost Song Poems) I don't no whyThe sun is gray,And the blue skyWon't ever stay;The morning's highWhen shadows gae,And time does flyJust away glisse. I have no peaceInside of me,Minds' broderiesAct and agree;AmphigoriesLives expletive,Each adopteesIn abc. My love's a songWith nights and days,That moves alongAnd never stays;The weak and strongWhich interplays,The yin and yangTo future gaze. Peter S. Quinn


I Dreamt A Dream I dreamt a dream of breezy fresh and freeSuch dreams that triumph over our ways and thoughtAnd from its inward clarity feeling taughtLike each river that flows and falls to beWhen summer's of pleasure in give and wakingBringing moment's silences in its true spinThe touch of notion that comes from withinNever away none for uncertain takingWith wings that rise up to imaginationTo give the heart so much freshly delightWhen once again the growth of green is hereWith roots of growing accelerationWhen sunshine comes behind a cloud so brightTo increase the earth blossoms everywhere Peter S. Quinn


I Feel Colours In Poems (A Lyric) I feel colours in poemsNot only wordsI feel me there tooAnd animals and birdsIt's a wood deep and evergreenNot all understood or seenSometimes brighter then a morningOr emotional deeper than an yearningIt's sometimes everythingThen nothing in betweenI feel colours in poemsSure it's all languageBut it's this and this tooAlways something newI have seen a tree poemI have seen a mountain poemAnd all the other poemsI nearly understoodI am like a little poemJust like you Peter S. Quinn


I Feel No Love I feel no loveIt´s all gone goneLike clouds aboveAway and doneThe end is nearIn its going byLike shadows’ steerThe glowing sky I know no heartI‘m always aloneNone to departFrom the cold stoneMy heart is fullOf sorrow’s deepFlowing on dullIn teardrops reap I feel no loveIt´s all gone goneOnto mist aboveAfar from yonLips are coldIts wings cagedAll promises oldThose can’t be waged Another breeze will softly touch thruIn dawn’s bright morning full of thrillAnd give a heart its promises trueDreams and thoughts couldn’t fulfill For love’s alone in a broken heartNo singing birds or touching breezeIt all is now in a nighttime swartAnd no one adores there to please I feel no loveIt´s all gone gone


Onto mist aboveAfar from yonLips are coldIts wings cagedAll promises oldThose can’t be waged Peter S. Quinn


I Feel Now Old Though Young I feel now old though youngfor poetic verses I long:the night is darkwith glistening spark,- from a milky way starry song! The Earth is still in its youthcircling the darkness for truth,and beyond hoursman made devours,- space ocean's full of forsooth! Peter S. Quinn


I Feel The Earth Move I feel the earth moveSo much heart to teachYesterday and tomorrowAll in our own reachWalking the route of earthFilling moments with truthReaching every footstep’s birthIn its ever circling youth Peter S. Quinn


I Feel The Joy There is a day in the nightWithin beautiful seeingWith the moon close and brightIn our heart times beingEvery hour is stayingTo times in night fallingAs the wind outside´s playingTo the night and dark calling I feel the joy within meWhere imaginary landscapes goWith the wings of heaven freeIn the moonlight hours glow Every depth has its touchWith its hours of purple skyIn the glow of heaven’s torchAs the nightfall again dies (Chorus)I feel the joy within meWhere imaginary landscapes goWith the wings of heaven freeIn the moonlight hours glow Nights and days are everythingIn our finds and our wakingEvery joy to the inside bringWith the colors of nature making Every hour is stayingTo times in night fallingAs the wind outside´s playingTo the night and dark calling (Chorus)I feel the joy within meWhere imaginary landscapes goWith the wings of heaven free


In the moonlight hours glow I feel the joy… Peter S. Quinn


I Feel The Love - A Song (From The 'Upside Down') I feel the love within of thisA truthful road to carry onMorning that comes in blissWith its warmth before it's goneLove and all the peaceful waysOf simple soothing feelingsThat with your heart inside playsTo nurture from its seedlings I know love is each our tryTo find and reach the heartTo catch a sense from its eyeAnd mend together - when apartEach road lies to its inner rootThat only true care knowsIts song is close - not absoluteAnd with our emotions goes The road of love is covered hereWhere deep understandings dwellThey will turn tides to shareAnd never become a dry wellI feel love to know my poundContained by vibrates confidenceThough a love may go aroundIt's always back with compliments Peter S. Quinn


I Felt The Coldness I felt the coldness close up and so realAdumbration twinkling of starry raysIn its dark kisses and winter's night waysGrey circles in frost and stagnation feelThe skin of earthly day and night sleepingThrough lonely sequel of tranquil moonLife's sleeplessness has woven its steepingIn to its travel and in to its tune Waves if coldness forever dreamingKnocking at the gates of dark shadowsLight against disappearance - in the deepWaiting reflections in drizzle plan deemingIn to the blackness of the nescience rowsWhere coming time seem forever to sleep Peter S. Quinn


I Find You So Playful At Times I find you so playful at timesBouquets of carefree picturesFlowers of pointless mimesLove free from its structures Wondrous games that'll playIn catching the pearls from seaGrowing the distance to swayAll occurrence that inside plea Peter S. Quinn


I Gave You Nothing (From, Poems Of Papa Due) I gave you nothing,For you were not fresh;Only for bluffing,Only for less. Coming to be,Where places are from;I can not see,The interne's bloom. Talent or not,I wouldn't want this here;Nothing is hot,Inside somewhere. Be of to dust,With a feeling like this;All things must rust,For what it then is. The ways are reptilian,Like games of their own;Then do what you can,In another wise tone. Yellowing brown soil,Caresses the heart;Burrowed in foil,From the very start. You are of grey,The feeling you give;Lost character’s stray,In what you may live. The changing’s go on,Though never for you;For caresses are done,That never was true.


And what seem to be fun,Has left into the blue;Over past yon,Lays the rest all too. You are of gray,The feeling you give;Lost character’s stray,In what you may live. You are and say... Peter S. Quinn


I Give You Everything I give you everythingMy heart and wayNext time there's springI'll grow and playFeelings all so softlyNights of glowing starsWishes that were loftyFew moments of music barsA day of never endingOf flowing dreams goingColors new in blendingThe faraway horizon glowingA night is never easyWhen I think of youThe cold outside so breezyAnd I'm feeling blueI'll give you much moreEvery star in the deep skyI never was of love sureI can't give answers whyTouches in moments stillLullabies of yesterdaysSo much it takes to fillCups of the lonely ways (2) And you were everythingDay and day togetherI hear your soft whisperingInto my ears unspokenLove is not easy findingIt comes and then goesSometimes of dreams blindingAnd giving only wishes But now I know the differenceOf blossoms dark blueWith early morning in trance


White and yellow in grayThe times are ever changingAnd giving all its flowersThe bouquets of chance arrangingNothing is left aside There comes a day playingWith thoughts once goneThe time that weren't stayingOf moments in findingNow shallow hour's hoversOnto the afar road aheadYour memories a bouquet of flowersOh heart is soft and still! Peter S. Quinn


I Give You My Words I give you my words from out of the blueSo full of clear sky aroundMy heart beat's a song made only for youThat's nowhere else to be found Each reason I give will come and will goAlways be something to reasonWhatever's in the heart and you already knowLike flowers and seeds of fresh season Try out my heart and how it will readWhen you are here close to meLove words and feelings always to spreadJust like young spring to be I give you my words from out of the blueSo full of clear sky aroundMy heart beat's a song made only for youThat's nowhere else to be found Peter S. Quinn


I Got The Moon Over Me I got the moon over meSo wondrous in its shineThe shadows dancing freeThrough flickering coast lineThe waves coming inFrom deep oceans darkGiving the billows spinBefore on shore they park Reasons now have their doubtFor nothing is clearOceans songs moving aboutIn cold frenzy steerDeep are the sea wavesAnd clouds in haze liftingMovement's dimness pavesIn to lonesome drifting I got the moon over meBluish wistful gleamingHours that comes to beOn to the night dreamingFar into darkness deepThe lost mermaid's songsNothing for morn to keepWhat to the deep belongs? Peter S. Quinn


I Had A Dream I had a dream this morningBurning bight stars in the skyWith on thought and yearningLove that should never dieThe blue in the irises deepSearching for souls that's trueHold on to hope and keepEvery route onward through Make up gardens with seedsThat is the ways to each loveReflections gleaming to needsOverflow heart, the absence ofTurn to directions of promiseSomething of risk and a causeNot of the paths of futilenessOnly from the sidewalks of OZ I had a dream to keep goingFinding the blur that's hiddenRevealing truths and showingHow reality today's overriddenFacts that not for long can holdStories of 'reality' not too clearAll the current news getting oldSurrounding obscure everywhere Peter S. Quinn


I Had The White Wind … I had the white wind in my beating heartBut it has become blackish as the sandI knew when I my first morning did startThat love is an eager way to command To fill every dream with its treasuresAnd make all the pathway freedoms come trueThere is need to be growth of its pleasuresBurning on with its fire from people like you So much of its ocean is still unseenHow waves come to and fro, to give powersAnd love that lies there only in betweenIs still only a dream gone with the morn hours So bring your soul on to rivers fresh fieldsAnd show up the strength of water truest wields Peter S. Quinn


I Have A Dream (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead SheetsWith Poems) I have a dream,But so do we all;A bit in airstream,Wide and so tall.There is so much,I have got to say;Giving it my touch,Make it feel okay. This is my wish,To give as a song;Take away anguish,Make me back strong.All in all to share,Have as inspiration;Take away a fear,Bring in liberation. Road to have and be,What is inside now;Let you make and see,Each your solemn vow.Promises to make,That you haven't done;Be more here awake,Before it is all gone. Peter S. Quinn


I Have A Piggy-Bank And A Top Hat I have a piggy-bank and a top hatBut nothing is coming inI must have done something wrong at thatPerhaps I did a capitalism sinMy money is only few dollars and centsNothing to give from or takeI have bills to pay and eyes in ‘relents’And always in restlessness I will wake My piggy is red pinkish and brightIt is staring on to the futureI have nightmares for it each nightBecause of its breaking (or opening suture)Someone is taking all my money outThough it is only a little...And spreading it here and there aboutSo I feel so wasted and brittle My piggy-bank talked to me (in my dreams) last nightIt said it has had quite enough:“Nothing is working out for the rightThese savings up ideas of yours - only seems a bit rough”: -)I couldn’t agree more with this - My Pinkish Pig!Though I need to safe up for some stuffIt might seem unnecessary at times (and a ‘jig’)But I (and all of us) live at times of a consumer’s bluff I've come to the conclusion, in my poems and lyrics, that the rhyme word is theleast important word in any given line, whilst before, with other poets andlyricists, it was often the most important word...; therefore, it’s my conclusionthat no rhymes are clichés in such lines - because they are often so unimportantfor the line as a whole, that the line could sometimes even do without the rhymeword… Why then, put the rhyme in? To make it more singable, because I’m first of all acomposer needing words/poem/lyrics to sing (and I started writing because Ineeded this) - and sometime in the past that was the only reason…


So away with every clichés, - if there ever was one! Your freedom has come,rhyme word! Peter S. Quinn


I Have A Song To Offer (Or Come Here And Rise WithMe!) Come be my freedom groomWith your true speechI am of earth bloomFor the new soil to reachSo much of love to giveHeart within that growsI'm here to rise and liveMaking friends with foes I have a song to offerTo all you’re disputingIt’s my only little cofferFor new peace recruitingSearch the ways and findLove roots in the makingTo leave traverse behindAnd seeds of play waking My leaves shall be greenWhen you are my friendI will sow love betweenWhen you are my fiendGive me what I will needTo become strong and freeTo every house I'll pleadCome here and rise with me! Peter S. Quinn


I Have A Winter Feeling I have a winter feelingBeats to footsteps darkAs the moments are wheelingOnto the gloomy embarkMood of the lonely someYellow gray shades fallingIcily silvery of blossomOn my windows enthralling How lonely is this hourOf a muted moody stayWhere the gust murmurerIs chanting psalms of grayIn the caress of the coldInfinites garden of snowAs winter fantasies enfoldIts luminous light of glow I have this moody blueDown cavernous and lowAs night´s howling thruOn its way to unknown goI'm without sleep tonightIn symphonies of echoesFragile iridescent of lightAs nor'easter outside on goes Peter S. Quinn


I Have Always Loved You (From The 'Upside Down') I have always loved youIn every sense of that wordFrom indoor it come troughSometimes not to out heardThe footsteps on their long wayIn handling the comings clearOf what is brought in to a dayAnd always seems quite near You know my heart is tangledWith words of mood to findTo offshore they are mangledEach thread of dispute twinedSo much in our reality is easyTo carry with us our lives loadWith timely on sayings breezyThat from earth corners flowed I have always made this plainTo where I was going tooBecause love is so much its baneTo suffer from old or the newI knew of this before I startedFeelings are of complex matterOften not for the faintheartedWhen things go rough and scatter Peter S. Quinn


I Have Been So Faraway I have been so farawayin my days alonesadness in my morning Mayfor my love has flownevery day is like a nightin its evening goingbut I shall not lose my flightfor the past is glowing I have been so without youin my all beingwith my thoughts I sat alonememories still seeingall is gone but you're still herein my heart givingI see you around everywherewhere I am and living I have been so without youinside in my heartyou were like morning neweach day when we did startI must keep on living stillmaking the days newour dreams to fulfilluntil again I'll meet you I have been so farawayin my days alonesadness in my morning Mayfor my love has flowngive me dreams and give me daysall that can be grownlike the seeds that green the graysand inside each heart is shown Peter S. Quinn


I Have Been So Lonely I have been so lonelyFor these days and nightMy heart did have you onlyIn the day of brightWith wings to the distanceOnto the ever goingWith a blend of times blanchWhere time clouds are glowing I have been in sorrowNo feelings from yesterdaysI thought I wouldn't have tomorrowOnly the timeless graysGive me some hope to borrowThat is on its horizonFrom the winds of time's sorrowMy heart was nearly gone I have been in dark deepFlowers in the time's dustMy heart did not love reapOnly footsteps of death and rustWith clouds in gray and blueEverything I thought lostBut here comes the time of newFor hours of hope crossed I have been so lonelyFor these days out of lightMy heart did have you onlyIn the day of none brightIn this dark and helpless deepFootsteps from going and fallingFrom distances out of keepWhere nowhere of nowhere is calling Peter S. Quinn


I Have Been Waiting I have been waiting for much to come alongAnd know of everything that's here fallingThinking nothing of nothing that could go wrongIn its site effects and where to it’s callingEvery invisible touch for each right holdTaking holds and control of reaches apartFrom build in ability that there unfoldWhen you from something to somewhere startWe don't really know what crawls from withinIt’s never quite the same that we can trustFeelings from inside like goose-flesh on skinThat to some mysteries is always lostCatch the low and high of the invisible realTo give some holdings in how you can feel Peter S. Quinn


I Have Found Melody I have found melodyInside this new springSongs of air forever freeTo new earth now to singFragrances of summer rosesFilling up the airAs summer near closesComes on beautiful here Love songs of the treesGiving breezy harmonyLandscapes viewing pleaseThe joyful and carefreeSo much in blossoms aroundEven in For-Get-Me-NotIts bluish optimistic foundIn every its little lot Bouquets of dales and hillsGiving the eye its beautyIn its fresh daybreak stillsAnd in the days of each dutyI have found melodyBound to the sky and lakeEver so loving and carefreeAlways my heart to up wake Peter S. Quinn


I Have Got Beside This I have got a feelingThat something is trueAway the hours stealingTo every time’s renewLike a cloud in the skyIn its hazy driftingThe low and its highEach accomplishments shifting I have arms to holdInto the freshness of airToo many moments unfoldFrom the spaces everywhereA clock’s running out of beatWith its two arms to turnAll the way down lonely streetIn its thoughts and yearn I have got beside thisSomething more than I knowEvery tomorrow's blissThat will come as it will goRight or wrong feelingsFor everyone to find outAll the going away dealingsThat life is here all about Peter S. Quinn


I Have Just Sand From The Sea I have just sand from the sea,To build my castle on;All my thoughts there wander free,Until my castle is gone. My thoughts are all about grace,From natures gifts and jewels;I always am so amazed,Of him who truly rules. There are reasons for all things,Under this blue heavenly sky;Eternally to my soul it sings,You live, and then you must die. Just like the yearly seasons,So must we grow and thrive;We have faith in earth's reasons,To give us all this dearly life. I have just sand from the sea,To build my castle on;But I hope someday to be,Able to know, why my life was done. Peter S. Quinn


I Have Made Up My Mind (A Lyric) I have traveled and made up my mindIt's so easy to try but never to reach to youFor each love is so unknown and blindAnd nothing but clearance can see all through Yet what has passed away is never doneFor each our error is yet another tryAnd nothing what I've given is all goneAnd therefore I will never break off my tie Our love is still with passion to be filledSo we can swift away clouds that drifts byBroken affection that was in the past spilledShall never again in the forgetfulness lie I have made up my mind to love you foreverThere are no teardrops to shatter my wishIt's you turn now to show we can be togetherIf you ever make up your mind about this I have made up my mind to love you foreverThere are no teardrops to shatter my wishIt's your turn now to show we can be togetherIf you ever make up your mind about this Yet what has passed away is never doneFor each our error is yet another tryAnd nothing what I've given is all goneAnd therefore I will never break off my tie Peter S. Quinn


I Have My Wishes There My love the night I have my wishes thereFlying around in the sky misty marvelCircles in the making of hours to tellSomething of tranquil twinkling to shareThe songs from the past on there without dyingGiving potential their expectationsWith their future's hope and habitationsAspiring dreams to our reality flying Lands of faraway space peregrinateThrough the distant and into the deep nightAbyss of sleep to the unknown profoundTomorrow's of hope that opens new gateTo grant us the knowledge to see its sightSailing our sails to the new world and ground Peter S. Quinn


I Have Not Fallen I have not fallenTo the groundMy shouldersAre strong and highDesolation cameTo take me downBut I have risenWith each new try The hour is lonelyWith empty spacesSurrounding its pastAnd future daysSorrowful momentsIn their weak themesBurdening hoursMany are their ways But I am livingAnd getting back upTo fulfill each newDream and my hopeDarkness was hereWith nowhere to goBut now my handsHold on to light’s robe Peter S. Quinn


I Have Now Learned (I) I have now learnedWhere dwells the loveYou have concernedIt all above Resentment burnedOf hate there ofAnd that returnedWith further love I have now learnedWhat greenest growsAnd what has earnedA blooming rose It is love dearAffectionate feelOf one who'll careNot break its seal It is all thereIf we try findThe feelings hereThose are combined... Peter S. Quinn


I Have Weighted Each Line I have weighted each line with an abyss thoughtTo flow in tomorrow - spin there aroundSomething to catch - meanings to be foundThe long gone past in to our own time broughtWith wings of my muse in inspiring wayThe summer set roots for the hours to comeOh how they whisper - oh how they still playFrom land of the unknown where they are from Deepness is deep but not too far outlyingLike these flights are from the black raven's songThose come with their doubts - from sky full of cloudsSeeing through the gist - their knowledge worthy tryingEach to routes where they in desire longAmongst the wandering of past gone crowds Peter S. Quinn


I Hear I hear the soul,Twinkle the raindropTo infinity reactivate;The forest songTo me lies deep in humanityOf those fewWho walk thereIn the rain,That soothes all lifeAnd sings to the morning.A passionate flower,That gives you its coloursWith love.I hear the rain forestSing its chant to meIn the mild gold green,That touchesMy soulEvery hour I am awake,I must be awake. Peter S. Quinn


I Hear Sweet Melodies I hear sweet melodies,Drifting through the air;From angels or wind in the trees,Tuneful whispers everywhere.My heart belongs to her,And every word it knows;Everything becomes clear,In the sounding that flows. Singing from sweet angels,Grows into my soul;Like summer aromatic smells,It always is so extol.Like falls that flow to sea,Its water nourishes;Now these songs belong to me,And my lonely wishes. Won't you whisper some more,To sea waving billows;And bring them homeward to my shore,On to my sleepy pillows.So I'll dream melodies,That will tender my heart;Bring me wind from the trees,That will never depart. Peter S. Quinn


Í Hljómskálagar?i (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Veturinn lí?urí aftan sönggullita?ra haust laufa Ég geng strætin köldog hugsa um ?igvori? á vængjumsmáfugla *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. - These Icelandic poems by me were put up here by requests from my Icelandicfriends – whom read these poetry pages likewise. To my English friends: All these Icelandic poems shall be translated later toEnglish. Peter S. Quinn


I Hope You Like My Doing I hope you like my doingAnd what I think is fate,I'm not only there arguingHow things and times can't wait;For all is all in everythingIn almost anything you do,You'll have to hope and singNothing more comes of new. Though that's not its wayHow things work out at all,There maybe yet another dayThat you will get the call;Though probably not is more soAnd many have lost the same,Worthy ones mature and growIf that is then in their name. I hope you prosper the moreFor fate will then stand its wake,Both sophisticated and self assureIn what you will learn and make;There is no learning at its wayFor it is an inborn made gift,Doesn't matter what we both sayIf it doesn't got that edgy up thrift. Peter S. Quinn


I Just Can'T Walk Away (From, Coradoba) Give me your heart againI can't have any doubtSomewhere my pain and denFading to nowhere outSunshine like love insideThis and that’s now callingDeep in the deep there hideAll of my love is falling Forgetting to move onAlways just searching moreAll of good days are goneWhat will tomorrow storeThe way that you moved meSomething I can't forgetLove is so much eternallyNothing shall come instead Pictures set in my mindAnd sleeping inside my heartNow they are left behindComing around to new startSmiles that we had so strongFeelings we felt yesterdayEntirely now moving alongBut I just can't walk away Peter S. Quinn


I Just Want To Sing To You I just want to sing to youSongs that I have heardQuite as many as are trueIn their tone and word for wordGiven precious this to sayTender moods and softyIn their cloudy appearance playThat feels sometimes lofty I just want to bring to youWhat my ears are listening onIt might make some come throughThat we thought lost and goneDrifting hours back to meIn their once about timeShowing what comes easily freeIn their ways of passing prime Listen to and bring me inThreads of weaving forgottenEvery web that has a spinAnd is not easily trotten’Where lines are between realitiesAnd the ones that now on boundsEvery aspect and fidelitiesThat my ears and dreams hounds Peter S. Quinn


I Knew You Would Come Back I knew you would come backInto my heart againFor never in feelings love's lackSweet hours of giving menI'll give you my life's bouquetA lyrical line to singTake aside disturbing wayAnd beauty of words instead bring Oh how you are now mineIn closeness of sprit to reachWith each my sincere lineI give you here to teachWhat from my heart will bloomLike spring's blossoms whiteAnd open up every roomThat dark was in the night I knew you were of loveThe clouds have drifted awayFor clearance blue sky aboveShall now with our heart stay Peter S. Quinn


I Know I Know Of This I know I know of thisAll things must come to endOur happiness is blissWith lives of many blendThe truth is never clearNor understandings trueSo much of here and thereThe rest is up to you I know I know some thingsBut that is about allThe truth in hearts singsEach time that it callsThe answers are never sameThough something always showsBecause truth’s just a nameIt comes as it goes I know I know my timeOr some of it is clearToday I’m in my primeBut tomorrow is an older yearAll things must come and goThrough times going riverThis we do all knowAnd to our days deliver Peter S. Quinn


I Let A Song Go Out Of My Heart I let a song go out of my heartInto another yesterdayTomorrow after tonight will startWithout its words and its play Love is alive like a swingMuch alive inside of this old songStill in my heart it will singStill in my feelings I shall it long Don’t be too forgetful to findWhat is of value and what is notA bit of worth you leave behindWhen you don’t know what you’ve got World is an occasion on a wheelEverything goes running fastSome like moments you once feelOn they go away to their past I let a song be over and doneBecause I thought it was oldNow from my days it’s goneTones of its scales now untold I am feeling blue because of thisNot remembering that melodySomewhere inside I shall missThis song that was once a part of me Peter S. Quinn


I Listen (From, The River Sings On) I listen to the soundThat comes to my ear,Harmonies and tones foundFrom here and to there;Light and shadows I see -Feelings out of my dreams,All the things I cold beWhen reality unreal seems. The night past many stars -Places to me unknown,Hope in peace and warsOnly from it's past shown;Take my searching handGive me knowledge to gain,Someday I must understandThat my life was not in vain. I see the past moving onInto the oblivion dust,Daydreams from our days gone -Our spirits and soul it tossed;Here we will come and stayAnd go from here beyond,With our lofty thoughts playFor life is a search: spellbound. Peter S. Quinn


I Listen To Your Thoughts I listen to your thoughts,Like the wind in your gardenRoses wild in colorsTaking pigments from the earth;A bouquet of flowers of fragrance so fineDrunken with eyes like precious wine,With name like yours of sweetnessEver so new and freshAs the wind on the garden walls behind. Deception is thy name!Deception, deception is thy game;Returning from the wildest fantasy,That once was a part of me. The gate of the garden is now opened,The seals of your thoughts are broken;Neglect ion lies inside your wallsAnd sprouts of bouquet of flowers,With name like yours of sweetness.Ever so new and freshAs the wind on the garden walls behind,But who does now care or mind. Peter S. Quinn


I Love Because I Love You I love because I love youAll love is just like thisIt is to find and come throughTo a world so full of blissI love and I can't do moreFor all love is just like thisA feeling of a touch unsureThat´s really what love is I love you because I need youWith all inside my deepA love that's touched to blueand hours of dark and sleepI love you because you areso much that I still don't knowLike clouds in the sky so farAt nights - that come and go I love you mostly because I doIt's all so innocent and fineYou are always to me just youA flower made out of sunshineI love just to find your waysTouch of the moments gone byKindness in wandering daysAll what makes - you and I Peter S. Quinn


I Love Songs Like These I love songs like theseSo beautiful in their dreamsDingaling bells and Christmas treesWhere everything dreamlike seemsDays snowing whiteAnd the love that's insideStarry starry nightSleigh bell icy ride I love songs like theseGlowing in golden lightWintry singing breezeIn to the starry night Days in Christmas snowBeautiful layered onSilvery frosty ice glowEvery its freshness fun I love songs like theseMaking my wish come trueA little bit stinging freezeEverything fresh and new Days snowing whiteLove stories winter songStars in the dark nightWishes for someone to long I love songs like theseSo beautiful in their dreamsDingaling bells and Christmas treesWhere everything dreamlike seems Peter S. Quinn


I Love You I'll always love you like new spring that comesAnd turns my soul to the fresh and the new,Summer seedlings that soon be new bloomsLike in morning's the sweetest of fallen dew;You heart's of colors I can not find nameFor all our feelings are thread on that string,You are to me like the life's burning flameThat in eternity always will sing.'I love you' echoes to clear the road onFootsteps to pass and come to memory,All is of feelings and what is now goneIf ever we have thoughts clearly to see.My heart's a whisper - you softly will hear,When always you feel me close to your ear Peter S. Quinn


I Love You All... I love you allBut who shall ever knowIf I’ll never come or callLike a new morning's glow To give you this my heartThe torches from insideThat drifted so apartWhen I from you did hide I thought I was so differentTo give you of my thoughtAnd never showed a relentOf what I wished or ought Though still I was so lonelyAnd tried to catch your nameBecause your are still the onlyThat gives me all the same A love song from the deepThat waves on the oceanAnd mine in emotions to keepIn time's long going demotion I love you allIn my songs that I can giveEach summer's shading fallWhen we again memories live Peter S. Quinn


I Love You And I Love I love you and I loveAnd to your heart confessWhich is my deep and aboveSweet aspects of caress So much with it to regainTouches hopelessly tongue-tiedCauses of distress and feignWhen it is to you denied I love you and I needThe deep from the inside fireWhat I from your heart can readWith flowing timid desire Love that has come so dearlyAnd even not spoken a wordIts nearness or what is nearly<i>Like an outside flying bird</i> I love you and I feelThat inside my heart liesSometimes imaginative unrealThough never in longing dies So much to give when thereOf the mind-set from the insideTouches of moments adhereWhen they – there - truly abide Peter S. Quinn


I Love You And Still I Love You I love you and still I love youthat is what my life is abouteverything comes and gets throughthere is no beat of a doubt I feel you and I feel youevery single day and nightthere is something always though newin the time and its light A dream that hasn't been seenfloating in midstream airsome feelings that are betweencircling around here Love of the day and love goneall that is inside mecarrying my thoughts on and onfor a minute and eternally I love you and all that you still area part of me wavered throughtime is near and time is afarbut still it's all a part of you There is no beat from inside goneit's still here echoingit's with its timeless on and onfor me - still a part of everything Peter S. Quinn


I Love You Because I Love You I love you because I love you,All my words will all tell you so,I hope that my feelings are true,From inside and to where you go. This feeling's of joy and freshness,All the whiles that make out to one,For happiness and its sweet caress,Of moments that are flown and gone. This love is of every season,From inside and the outside going,With every its feeling and depart. I tell you this - without a reason,Just dreams of its steady flowing,- From all that comes from my heart. Peter S. Quinn


I Love You Did You Notich This I love you did you notice thisIn the swallowing world of darkI will come with my heart as it isAnd softly as life fire shall sparkMy dream isTo you as to meFilling the forestWith its shadeHoping to be on top coming freeAnd bring in peace we both did made I've noticed you trying to reach meWith your hand of such a softly touchOn an open road trustful and willinglyIn the coming of closeness so muchThe risingOf love songs that are nearAnd made just to singWith freedomThe words in every language you hearForever peaceful its peeling blossom I love you as I guess I'll hear from youWith finding some ways to join handsFor a world of freedom is only so trueThat's coming together and understandsMy dream isTo give such thoughts wingThat lets the opportunitiesBe thrivingSo we can lift up the chorus and singI was born to be living not depriving… Peter S. Quinn


I Love You Like A Summer I love you like a summer starting placeThat I can grow my heart toEach place I know (or shall find) its many waysThat inside is to renewWith you By each of us (who finds its root) of loveI know is true and more beautifulLike clouds in a sky the breezes comes ofAnd never in directions are dullMy love is with you like nobody knows(even though September is now in)And when my heart in lost beats goesTo other realms where our love hasn’t beenI still love you like a summer starting placeWith colors of bouquets in each its vase Peter S. Quinn


I Love You Like The Stars I love you like the stars in the sky tonightIn flying times and the going to each deepEvery portion of your heart is golden brightWhere memories of softness is like love to keepThe sorrows never come there to give of its try From turmoil of its lonelinessAnd further on goodbye I feel ways tomorrow that reach on to a shoreWithin the dreams that complicate all our destinyWhere every tangling footstep is in peace or warThey make us feel a moment inside new libertyAll aspects of its wings in either low or high From turmoil of its lonelinessAnd further on goodbye I love you like the stars in the sky tonightIn flying times and the going to each deepEvery portion of your heart is golden brightWhere memories of softness is like love to keepTo destinies and distances that further on lie From turmoil of its lonelinessAnd further on goodbye Peter S. Quinn


I Love You So Dearly I love you so dearly,For you are life,In my seasons yearly,As freshness arrive.I love you so much,My moments you fulfil,The soil that I touch,Everything untilThe day that I die;And become of you,Like clouds in the sky,I'll become you too,I love you so dearly.Mother oh mother,Love me as clearly.Brother oh brother,For we are the sameOf nature and all;Bright burning flame,Till seasonal fall. Peter S. Quinn


I Love You Still I love you still in all my sorrowThough rough are times to bring tomorrowDistilling words are still betweenFor all its joy where my heart has been Even in hours of dark there’s much goldTo find the sky and on to holdAnd bring in love like equation laysTo meet the tempers of life grays The heart that throbs cannot go astrayOr crackle in fright from seeds of weedIt shall find much to meet new dayThough heart of pain has inside bleed You are equation of love and that you liveAnd from them both your moments give Peter S. Quinn


I Love You Still... I love you still in all my sorrowThough rough are times to bring tomorrowDistilling words are still betweenFor all its joy where my heart has been Even in hours of dark there’s much goldTo find the sky and on to holdAnd bring in love like equation laysTo meet the tempers of life grays The heart that throbs cannot go astrayOr crackle in fright from seeds of weedIt shall find much to meet new dayThough heart of pain has inside bleed You are equation of love and that you liveAnd from them both your moments give Peter S. Quinn


I Love You-A Lyric I love youI love youMore than any words can sayI love youI love youAnd I mean it in every waySo much does depend on youFeelings that come every dayYou are what I really love and it’s trueEvery time I say soEvery time you’ll know Feelings are so wonderfulLike a bluish butterflyNever a day becomes dullAlways we need to show whyMy heart is open to your loveSunshine in your eyes playsEverything so full aboveNever moments with grays So it is to be close friendsLike something’s always newWith its unlike hope it blendsTo this close up and trueYou say something that I longIs that what you hoped for too?Love is like a new summer songSo much I am in love with you I love youI love youMore than any words can sayI love youI love youAnd I mean it in every waySo much does depend on youFeelings that come every dayYou are what I really love and it’s true


Every time I say soEvery time you’ll know Feelings what are they forIf you can not answer my heartNothing is there more and moreOnly what closeness can startLiving is never easily doneThere are always rainfalls stillLet just our love be on and onEvery purpose to give and fulfill I love youI love youMore than any words can sayI love youI love youAnd I mean it every new day I love youI love youMore than any words can sayI love youI love youAnd I mean it in every waySo much does depend on youFeelings that come every dayYou are what I really love and it’s trueEvery time I say soEvery time you’ll know… Peter S. Quinn


I Love… I love the oceans of wavering wavesSummerset mornings that come in the meadowsEach shade that in to night there pavesWhen the evening tempers in their mood glowsI love your wide eyes that only I knowEnchanting colors irises in its deepFlowering face of your complete glowAnd mine for a moment in time to keep Constellations of light that you too areDeep mouth and its delights that give desireMultiplying universe in its turnI love every sight of each your daystarThat gives me the passion of inner most fireInside in flames eternally must burn Peter S. Quinn


I May Be Your Boy You and I could go placesWith the love we understandThat many situations facesWhen it’s here at commandFor love is never too easyThough we feel it like thatSometimes hurts or is breezyWith its consignment and lot I may be your boyIf the heart’s something to sayLike a morning joyEvery word in its weighSo much effortless to loveWith the fire insideComing down from aboveWhen the mind-sets abide Be not my love's mistakeJust a part of my heartWith new wonderings wakeWhen close situations startLittle late to come backWhen every route there's brokenAnd the feelings something lackThat in words isn't spoken I may be your boyWhen you’re sleeping all aloneAnd your heart could destroyEvery happiness intoneWhen you feel inside destroyedIn many causes that hurtThat’s confronted and annoyedThrough conventions of comfort Peter S. Quinn


I May Not Reach The Top (From, Bob´s ButtercupsSongs) I may not reach the topFor either or a different wayBut what is down comes upIf it is meant to stayTo reach from dark insideEntwine and climb then highIs to have someone's guideTo get there on its fly I have no desire aspiringTo be put up in just a nameFor if my thoughts don't singIn candid plainly flameIt isn't for me being thereAnd burn my pride onBut go back to the nowhereThat always is never done Not the best is staying aliveWith nothing to give or tellOnly empty circling arriveWith nothing that rings true bellO let me rest then peacefullyAnd steer no one's thoughtWith what is considered breeze fullyBy what it sometimes ought I may not reach the topFor either or a different wayBut what is down comes upIf it is meant to stayTo reach from dark insideEntwine and climb then highIs to have someone's guideTo get there on its fly Though anything done faithfully


Should give its good fortuneIf it’s not measly simple too dullyTo be on its top climbing runAnd closer that one can bearThe mountains for picnic surpriseLike everything that is down thereHas nothing to do with the skies And as you can tell by nowThere is no ticket for a tripYou just get on top somehowOr down you go in your own flipFor its not hard to realizeIt’s simply by fortunate’s luckHow upside up you may riseOr forever on bottom stay stuck I may not reach the topFor either or a different wayBut what is down comes upIf it is meant to stayTo reach from dark insideEntwine and climb then highIs to have someone's guideTo get there on its fly Peter S. Quinn


I Maybe A Stranger The heart is always cryingInside its profound deepWhen those memories keep dyingGone into tomorrow's sleep…Flowers are glowing in the rainEverything seems for nothingWhen the mind’s so much in painAnd edges of the soul are roughing I may be a stranger to youWithout knowing what really to sayBut when the spirit is inside blueSorrow on my feelings does play The heart is always cryingInside its profound deepLike those moments are away flyingNever for dedications to keepThings maybe going alrightWhile nothing survives gone instanceWhen a passion has lost its flightLike a flower in winters blanch I may be a stranger not seeing thruFor everything has its own flameBut my heart is though feeling for youAnd nothing forever says the same Peter S. Quinn


I Miss You Every dream goes byThe feelings of past A drifting cloudy skyIn its longing vast When we were very nearLove's still a flower I wish you were still hereEach beginning hour Love was everythingTender softness wide In heartbeats we did singRainbows were our guide Now curfew in feelingSunset golden brow Times the years stealingIt went somehow Each night I wonder stillWhere your star has gone If our past did fulfillTo show its light on Nights are so lonelyWith dreams memories If you could still onlyTo set my heart free Peter S. Quinn


I Need Beauty I need beautyFor love’s sakeIt’s impalpablyNature´s awake! The rise of daysRevive awakenInstantaneous playsAs winter’s betaken Peter S. Quinn


I Picked A Daisy I picked a daisyAs yellow as the yellow sunI am in love, crazyWhere battles are never wonInside my heart - life is beatingAnd giving its blossoms awayLove sometimes to love's cheatingWith much about nothing to say I picked a small bloomTo give like love only to youIt's a purified heirloomOf innocent as it's trueBut still you are breaking my heartLike a rainy cloud in its tearsI become wandering and apartOf all that love adheres I picked these for loveI thought it would lastBut just like the clouds aboveEverything comes to its pastAnd here I'm standing now aloneWithout you (but still within)My flower is now on its ownAnd you whom leftHave fresher grown (Now my daisy lies cutOn the withering sidewaysWithout a growing buttOf more summer sun daysPlayful evenings are goneWith joyance of scentWhen night meets dawnIn light rising augment Now my daisy has fadedTo a withering weak


Its tinctures have degradedAnd are now almost bleakThe shade of its yellowIs white to the grayIts stem is now mellowCan't rise in breezy play Oh my daisy my blossomHow fair you were thenIn the flora's kingdomA true beauty specimenA love flowers bouquetFresh in fragrance newBut now we can forgetThat this was once true) Peter S. Quinn


I Play On My Harp I play on my harpEvery love song I knowIn keys of their flat and sharpAs they come and go All the colors in the airWithin their flowing aboutAs the y come through hereSwinging positive and doubt So much giving from their stringThe tones weak and the strongAs they to my ears they singIn their freedom about song Peter S. Quinn


I Really Don'T Know (Hummed With Jazz Last Night) I really don’t know where this beat’s goingInside my thinking and on growingComing in with its ticktack-on time flowingSteadily on and always for sure knowingI don't know why it's bursting this wayWith a slowly down motion and then risingHere comes the night with its own playGiving me something in its own surprising Let’s have it here on - thinking slow or fastBecause yesterdays are never again for sureMoments that came all have now passedGiving their moods and someone to lureI have no way to foresee thoughts at allThey just go into what ever is madeComing with rhythm - the same way it'll fall!Down into the alley where the hours' wade Finding town's streets thoughts – along!And letting everything freely jazz onRising to the beat of a slow motion songBefore its free singing in time's gone?Jazzing up my head bursting into schemeSo much needs to be steadily told in hereWatching the bar lines breaking the themeGoing from four-four and into somewhere Peter S. Quinn


I Remember I remember somethingFrom not very long agoWhen the hours all did somewhat bringWalks through woods we knowAnd the tides were different thenFlowing to and froNever shall this come againEverything must go Something in my memoryEvery night the moon is hereWashing with its ablutionarySo the thoughts come clearAnd the time that passed are onTo give reflectionOf old times that are doneIn new direction I remember old waysSome tinctures from insidePlaying softly in from the raysYesteryears still hideAnd the hour bringing them outOne by one they'll showAs pictures turnaboutIn a different glow Peter S. Quinn


I Remember... I remember the first days of my loveThat came into my heart there just to singLike the drifting of the clouds far aboveHow much joy to my heart it all did bringWhen the hours were quite young or just new bornWith every feeling freshness could liveAnd no thought were tossed about or too wornBut only sweet ones my momma did give When I was an infant in to early nightWith my own longings all day, and day oldAnd as youngster I started my early flightWith her blossoms so sweet for me to hold I remember how much she has given meTo wake up to the morning and become free The Crew Peter S. Quinn


I Reverie And My Sprit Takes A Flight The earth is my watery ways and tongueWith my own moments to give and awakeElements of loving to share and takeA heart of inside - intimate amongThe yesterdays going in its flowing streamsRisings in morning that tomorrow givesEverything my blue atmosphere livesHope of my yearnings and wish of my dreams I reverie and my sprit takes a flightTo opportunity longings I needWith pleasure full leaves of aroma sweetI'm of day but also of wishful nightSpring in the rising and glow autumn's bleedThat in these lines - you, your meaning shall greet Peter S. Quinn


I Saw You In The Evening I saw you in the eveningWhere flowers all are glowingAnd little birds do singUntil their time of goingWhen a heart's aching lonelyAnd remembering the pastThe trust of love that's onlyFor a moment to last I once was quite contentedWith everything I'd tryBut now my feelings are blendedIn hours of its goodbyeThrough the morning of its blissTill the eve of its nightEach remembrance and its kissWhen we meet days bright I saw you in the eveningAnd you were further goneEach memory was bringingThe hours that life had wonBut you were in your doubtIf you had done your bestFor continuation is all aboutWhat you to love have confessed Look through pages long-agoAnd find those forgotten oneLike flowers they shall glowCountersigns in its on and onThrough the morning of its blissTill the eve of its nightEach remembrance and its kissWhen we meet days bright Love is forever if it’s trueNever forgotten in its clearLike break of day always renew


From its rising everywhereI once was quite contentedWith everything I'd tryBut now my feelings are blendedIn hours of its goodbye I saw you in the eveningWhere flowers all are glowingAnd little birds do singUntil their time of goingWhen a heart's aching lonelyAnd remembering the pastThe trust of love that's onlyFor a moment to last Peter S. Quinn


I See A Pictured Face I see a pictured faceLike a tune of heartInnocent and its graceLove wrinkles 1st startWays of all its undoneTime travels many waysAs time carries life onIt marks it with days I see the old and newEach day becomes nightAs life moves on throughAnd gives another lightThe time is always youWhat comes and makesPurpose in what you doEach new one awakes I see a line in the lineOf love feelings strongEyes with its sunshineAnd a heart with its songLove that can't defineThe purpose of its beingLife of everything's fineIf its use your 'ere seeing Peter S. Quinn


I See Light (From,134 Picture Poems) I see lightdark white fading to be full of desireand fire Peter S. Quinn


I Shall Always Love You I shall always love youIn my lonely daysYou were always so trueIn your beautiful waysDreams in summer shineLove that did abideAlways of feelings so fineWith beats from inside Moments are gone byFlower's been tossedNight upon the skyThrough dark crossedBut your dreams are stillIn my heart and mindThe minutes to fulfillFor those left behind I shall always love youThrough my heart songEvery day to renewFor hours lost to longDreams are in the wayOf every hour goingYou, my beautiful dayAll the past knowing Nothing weights to thisLove that's never dullYou my morning kissStill of care so fullDreams in sunny raysNothing over and doneMemories that playsConstantly on and on I shall always love youIn my lonely daysYou were always true


In your beautiful waysDreams in summer blueLove that gave so muchAlways you were youSunshine with its touch Moments are gone byFlower's been tossedNight upon the skyThrough dark crossedBut nothing weights to thisLove that's never dullYou my morning kissStill of care so full You my morning kissStill of care so full Peter S. Quinn


I Shall Become I shall becomeWhat roses are nowWhere freshness is fromOf brightness brow I shall always beLike morning sunshineFresly so freeNever to decline I shall be trueIn every my waySee clearly thruDay by its new day Like feeling are its tochAn afair of its heartEverything that‘s muchRight here at this start I shall want loveComing and to giveMuch in much so ofThat my ways could live You and I for thisJust an adore allMaking its coming blissGiiving its truest call Peter S. Quinn


I Shall Become Like Beethoven (From, Myspace) I shall become like BeethovenLost in my heartOr to a street wovenNever my flight to startFeeling the seeds growingThose surround my feetNever be able in goingWhere there is a helpful need I shall become like a stoneIn the earth’s roadAlways there being aloneWith my cold content loadReasons that come with timeShall move beyond and beEach in its own primeWhile the mud disables me Or perhaps I'll be like a leafThat withers to yellowIn my daytime's briefThat circles the air and fellowAnd gives me a thought to driftAnd become free for awhileWhen I'm in life's liftAnd drift with its beguile Peter S. Quinn


I Shall Follow The Murmur... I shall follow the murmur,From the harmony I hear within;Each fragile tone holds firmer,Than if they had not there been.For all the voice from a heart,Is thunder or drops from rain;Tones unite can't drift apart,Or cause some dissonant pain.They chant mildly through you,Like a lovely song you hear;Or a river that streams through,And water thy roots with care.Clouds shall drift on in your sky,And bring forward whatever you won;And with that you'll grow up and die,And seedlings from you go on. All love that comes from within,Is deeper than truest of words;Never as ink shall perish or thin,Or wander away like a flock of herds.Lift up thy spirit with love that grows,Let demons of hatred be gone;What then will happen he only knows?Who continues his love thereon.To follow what love stands for,Is much harder than we all think;If dissonant faints you rest a sure,A peaceful harmony it'll bring.To stretch for a rose without seeing love,Will only bring a wound from a thorn,You must handle thy love with a glove,From all tempers that are ill worn A heart just done with a stone,Bears no streams where beauty is born;It will always keep a lifeless tone,No joy have therein and nor no morn.All freshest of blooms that glows,


Came from the fruit that you ate;And life in each heart there grows,But not if it belongs to your hate.Bear with me this thought and mood,I meant just to upright with this;It came from my inner most root,It may be hopeless as any wish.Moments have those thoughts to give,To make your fire burn and build;Therefore you must up rise and live,Even the windmills you have tilt. I shall follow the murmur of thoughts,When ever I find where its road leads;Purity shall always see thorough frauds,Weeds are amidst all our feats.Feel you not with fire delight,You still have to be born with all of that;For wrong is always as truthfully as right,Promises not kept are really never had.Empty with out love is a word,But not the feelings as a whole;You can rub every word with dirt,But feelings like souls have a role.In it is a stage of your own,The play writer of every part is you;But just as seeds of its fruits are grown,So must all of you life be too. Peter S. Quinn


I Sing To You Another Song I'll sing to you another song,It may be all the same;It comes as I go along,Spelling out your name.I'll whisper to you softly,The words I cannot sing;I hope you'll feel the same for me,And never break an unbroken string.I'll sing to you an youthful song,Of nature and things among us;Of those that are now quite young,Who'll still have adulthood to go across.My songs are among the birds and bees,And nature calls us to fulfil;Like the wind in the chestnut trees,That steadily whispers and never stands still.I'll sing to you another song,It may be all the same;But forces of my feelings are strong,And still my innocence has no shame. Peter S. Quinn


I Think About You (From Coradoba) I think about youWhen days come dark like thisCorners of shadows flickeringInside a dark dim way Nothing of nothing everywhereI can not feel its moodIn its vanguard ways twistedUntil my dreams come once more in Yesterday is nearly forgottenOf everything it once hadFootsteps to the hills farawayNever again in reality to be heard I am lonely like an empty wallWithout pictures to decorateOnly white painting of clear thoughtsNot to be given any other The gray blue windowHas its curtains covered for nothing to seeOnly raindrops falling in echoesOutside peaceful memories Away my thoughts wanderInto its forgotten place of gone timesWhen raindrops were fresh on my faceAnd not bitter at all like today I think about youBut you are not here with meWe have drifted too far away and againstEach other like cold delicate nimbuses Peter S. Quinn


I Think It's Going To Rain Today I think it's going to rain todayWith a flowing of a flow songI feel as the drops are going to playA song for my heart to long There are fires of dust on the roadMany feelings that go aroundKeeping ground to your worries and loadSomething not in dreams to be found Our love stories never-ending to dieOnly a beat in its placeSomething so worthy of low and its highIn its own wonder and grace Days that begun as a night in darkThen filling the air with their glowNew in their sky shining and a sparkUntil it’s a time once more to go I think it's going to rain todayFlowing away worries and heartacheMaybe tomorrow will be become okayWhen you again to this fresh day awake There are roads going round and aroundWith their curving in endless findSomething forever never to be foundUntil you leave those forever behind Peter S. Quinn


I Think Spring Is Coming (From, Lost Song Poems) I think spring is comingWith flowers in the hair,Its plants ground's plummingAnd fragrance to the air. The love I thought was lostIs alive again all here,Earth has broken the frostNew colors now appear. Dark thoughts of winter goneThere's spring everywhere!Once again fun's newbornFor the summer is near. Peter S. Quinn


Í Tímana Rás Dagur ver?ur nótt,haust a? vetri Allt rennur áframtil hafsins óróa Í tímana rás,?ögulli sveiflu Öldutak og nybylgjurvi? sjónarrönd Peter S. Quinn


Í Tímans Rás (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Dagurinn er runniní nökkva skilburtu í tímans rás Fjarlæg mi? endurminningatengjast samanog stö?vast Allt er eins og varí myndrænu málivegsins Ef til vil kemur aftureinn morgun?essi fer? ?egar dagur ver?ur annarí augum nyrra væntingatímans Allt er alltafa? komaaftur *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Í Veruleika Og Draumi í veruleika og draumier öll vitund tilhún flakkar á milli?au órá?nu skil og lífi? og dau?inner sjálfinu há??ú ert og ert ekki?ar til algleymi er ná? og spor sem er gengi?gleymist ei meirjör?in er spori?og ?ú ert ?ess leir hugsa?u um veginnsem ver?ur á lei??anga? liggur lei?insé gata ?ín grei? Peter S. Quinn


I Wait For Spring Now is no time for anythingOnly some dreams farawayThis winter I wait for springThe rising of a flowering day My ears are open to soundThat awakes songs into airSo much newborn is foundPleasurable around and fair Memories from gone pastI hold now close to my heartWhen summer comes at lastEach of them I again impart Peter S. Quinn


I Walk In Life The Way I Am (Iv) I walk in life the way I amSometimes strong and sometimes weakI have my happy hours tooSome are like those you might seek I hope everybody finds their wayThat's the purpose for being hereDifferent goals we might find outComing from distance everywhere I walk in life with love and careIt's the way we all should doSorrows and joys we might shareSo come and join by being you We walk in life imperfectlyFor nothing is too absoluteTake a look from inside meThere may lay your different route I hope everybody finds their wayAnd joy with dreams they shareFor tomorrow is another dayI hope I'll be finding you there Peter S. Quinn


I Walked Wastelands I walked wastelands of lonesome daysWhere old summer flowers were buried to earthThrough the bitter ranges I walked the waysAnd found my footsteps in the waging worthIn the areas of gouging through the cold snowWhose deadly kiss is chained to tangled crystalOf inclement tears of frozen lost glowThat came in shivers with last days of fall Poisonous soil of the deadly kiss frostLike spread out skin of snowy lustrous whiteRealms of blank sorrows crumbling the bygoneIn blacks of atoms I felt summers lostWhere eve colors to grayness are contriteAnd come into view - in autumn near done Peter S. Quinn


I Want To Be Loved I want to be loved here by everyoneIf I cannot be loved longer by youThe heart is the glow that never is doneAnd tries to find love that always is trueIf I will wander some footsteps awayWhere there is no one to be reached by loveI shall be like a lonesome grayish dayWith its drifting darkish cloudlets above I want to be touched so deep in my heartWith all those feelings that give from and steerLike spring water that in clearness will startAs freshly as you are truly and dearEach purpose in life is to be loved onAnd Carry those dreams till your times are gone Peter S. Quinn


I Want To Dream I want to dreamThrough day and nightWhere the entire world seemIn the dreamy lightAnd stars go their wayIn a dream come trueWhere light is at playAlways to renewI want to find my destinyBe guided in its hopeWhere all’s for you and meBy no means to elopeIn every way possibleWhere realty doesn’t countAlways to dreams accessibleHard times shall surmount I want to be a childTo find a wistful rayNot be in times beguiledWhere dreams all go awayWhere hope is impossibleTo make active or tryFantasies are accomplishableWhere make believe lieI want to have a visionIn every colors tooWith nothing of precisionIn what to make and doJust glide in my sleepTo find my own tranceWhen dream my eyes keepIn nocturnal instance I want to dreamIn flights of mind's eyeRise thru the airstreamAs distant as blue-skyIn every hope and call


Where no one has beenAnd rainbows are for allIn castle in the sky seenI want to go and singThat comes from my heartAnd to the world bringIn every trust and partAll that is for a childIn innocence and cleanEver so kind and mildAll early days have been Peter S. Quinn


I Want To Dream... I want to dream like a flowerMorning comes with all its desireI have blue sky for every hourTaking my breath higher and higher Something there all outside thisDaydreams like flying morning wingsThe hours of my life are a true blissAnd inside for eternally it sings I want to dream like a mountainReaching to the faraway sky´s slightsTributary currents only fountainSetting my hope to the highest flights All that is here to reach to aboutWith clouds that are drifting here byDreams goals without any doubtAll that’s smooth in amazement high I want to dream like a humanIn the turning the fortune wheelsLike no other existence form canMake the proceeds as one feels Thinking about my wishing waysLike stars are falling in the nightColoring all my commonplace graysAs I draw truly their identity light Peter S. Quinn


I Want To Feel What Love Is I want to feel what love is,For I know life grows apart;A love is not merely a wish,But feelings growing from heart.I want to feel what love is,Just like the moon far above;Though I know a kiss is just a kiss,And it's only a part of love. We all have feelings deep inside,Giving each a tender touch;Your feelings are the truest guide,Knowing each other so much.I want to feel what love is.For that is what life is for;I believe it's a beautiful bliss,Eager to give of pleasures more. We all have feelings deep inside,They give us meanings to existence;Set our war and quarrels aside,Make each worthy of acceptance. Peter S. Quinn


I Want To Give To You I want to give to youMy dreams todayBringing them on thruAnyway I canFor dreams are dreams tomorrowAnd onto the past blueFull of gone sorrowBut gladness is there too We have our day’s tetherIn its humdrum wayOne way here altogetherNo matter what we’d saySomething to give and takeFeelings so ordinaryIn every aspect’s awakeThat sets our wishes free I want to give you allEvery star in the deep skyFrom the hours they fallWithout asking questions whyThe dreams gone to the deepAs days to night growNothing for them to keepOnly their moments to flow I want to give to youMy dreams todayBringing them on thruAnyway I canFor dreams are dreams tomorrowAnd onto the past doFull of gone sorrowBut gladness is there too Gladness is there tooWhich I want to give to you


Peter S. Quinn


I Want To Give You This I want to write more wordsAnd fly to the deep insideWing to wing with my birdsThat through timeless glideTo bring me to new springWith flowers blossoming lightAnd with each word new singThat is in my viewing sight I want to give you thisLike anew morning coming inThe rising of dawn’s blissWith variations in its spinLove that's touching a heartLike a melody spinning aroundFrom every point and startAnd nowhere else is found These things of heart's loveThat’s burning with its callAnd fluffy like clouds aboveAs they through the sky strollEach given new opportunityThat never before has roseBut still here’s wandering freeJust as the instant that goes Peter S. Quinn


I Wanted You Dearly (From, Myspace) I wanted you dearlyThrough time and spaceTo have you here nearlyTo give and amazeThe castings are goingFollowing your footstepsIn times that are growingAnd making its traps To follow the shiftingWe need both the hoursAnd the fumes of upliftingAfter rain soothing showerFor dreams to go byTo give us their tasteTo make the breaking skyThat never is in haste I wanted you near meTo give me some luckIt is always comparativelyWhat views the sights blockAnd many are the opportunitiesTo break away to freedomAll the threading ways disunitiesWhere a chance came from Peter S. Quinn


I Was Once A Child So Young I was once a child so youngWith fantasies in my mindLike flowers from seeds do sprungEach memory left behind Like air that is busting to skyTo float with a cloudy mistOr a brook in its flowing nearbyThat earth has wandered and kissed I look now and find memoriesOf so much that life has givenThe inside the heart only seesAnd you through times have liven There is so much far and wideIn songs of my singing that callWith moments for a while to abideLike leaves in their beautiful of fall My dreams have been pleasantry thingWith so much a child can doThey infinitely to me now singAnd some of them I interpret to you A love song to fly in the blueAnd wander away in youth’s countrysideTo give of a young heart so trueIn a merry-go-round childhood’s ride Peter S. Quinn


I Will Always Come To You I will always come to youWithout ever be with failEach wish to see clear throughWithout weep and wail Dreams in their greens fieldsGiving morning with a shadeLike a passion in tint shieldsWith sky hands every made Love that´s from inside grownEvery bouquets bundleInside waves never shownLike summer breeze in trundle I will give you a cut in stoneOf all my heart's throbbingWith its many passionate toneNever in colors blobbing I will always come to youWithout ever be with failSoothing your leaves like dewLove won't wither and pale Peter S. Quinn


I Will Be Wishing Upon A Star (From, Lead Sheets InJuly 2008) I will be wishing upon a starIn to the little spacey waysSomeone to long for in the very afarWith the colors of every place Listen to the moods of a cloudy skyWith every feeling that is insideSomething is coming or going byWhen you listen for a moment and abide We are only here for a very brief timeLike clouds in the faraway dayWith feelings like ocean's in their primeGoing to and fro - either way Somewhere a day is beginning anewWith light coming up over a hillSomething for love to live on throughOthers have only new dreams to fulfill I will be a moon from clouds to a blueInto the morning of the leaving darkRise with the forest all into the newLong ways to go till all tinctures spark Dreaming of flowing in water so plainEvery splash that moves with a flowSand and earth gardens with their grainRushes through as the breeze will blow Peter S. Quinn


I Will Catch A Cloud I will catch a cloud up on the high thereIn its murky fluffy and all going dayAround circling to places everywhereThey don't wait a minute on their long wayI'll wake up in the morning to find a newAnd never stop trying to wonder too highThe clouds are always on time coming throughOn to sky in dimming winter's lullaby There is nothing like fresh air in cold streamGoing through the day and night on its weightlessWith the rising to new day breaking beamWhen the new in the morning you caressEvery going day is another carryingVarious hazy mists through the sky varying Peter S. Quinn


I Will Give You Mine Everything I will give you mine everythingA bouquet of lifeAnd let you with my heart singWhen its beats strifeWhen there is joy in my heartI will show you that lineAnd then let nothing departFrom my soul and sunshine I will bring you infinity hourWith what I could findAnd mine best of any flowerFrom inside my mindFor each sorrow to go awayAnd wake up your gladnessLike the morning freshest dayWithout any dim sadness I´ll give you my mood to takeTo sit here beside youLike the autumn tinctures makeThose now come here throughTo the moments of goingOf the summer times givenIn the yesterdays glowingAnd our memories still liven Peter S. Quinn


I Will Love You Forever I will love you foreverI will dream day and nightAgain we'll be togetherIn an other world's flightWhere everything's bright onAnd dreams become trueAnd you were never goneAnd I'm still beside you I will love you and dream youWhere ever I will goOur memories come throughIn the rain drops glowJust like when I was a boyAnd saw a rainbow in skyIt filled my heart with joyAnd my thoughts going high I will love every new hourSunshine days and in rainYou are earth bound flowerThat I'll meet sometime againI will love you foreverI will dream day and nightTimes come we'll be togetherAnd take another flight I will love you foreverI will love you foreverI can't be loosing youLove is to be togtherEvery day and every nightI will love you foreverI will love you foreverLet my heart get throughLove is to be togtherTake a new stepTake a new flight


Peter S. Quinn


I Will Never Forget You I will never forget youBlossoming bloom my roseYou were my heart so trueBut everything wither and goesEverything love and sunshineDreams that we made the twoEach hour that was so fineI'll always remember you All times they must go throughWith dreams that were never to beThe days of the old to renewAll becomes the hours of memoryBut I shall not forget your heartbeatWith dreams that were never to beWhen I walk again a lonely streetYou shall be here inside with me I will never forget youThe days with your voice singingEverything that was trueIn my childhood and upbringingEvery hour we had as oneIn our dreams that came to beAnd into my heart's now goneLike a beautiful memory Peter S. Quinn


I Will Try To Reach On To You (From Album, Like LoveIs True) I will try to reach on to youWith my broken moods and dreamsComing so clearly all throughIn to this world of esteemsI have a message to giveWith the rightfully ways to goAnd something still worthy to liveJust like the day that I did know ChorusCome here listen to my courageIt’s so close with its beatingEverything there in its true weighsWhat you in words are readingPassing from thoughts of nothingThat sometime will fill the mindWhen they are reasoning bluffingAnd they are sympathy is blind I will try to hold on to fortunesThat is more inside than outEverything that comes and turnsAnd filling the motions aboutI have my daydreams to placeWhere they’ll come to somethingAfter their go round and laceTo some they might somewhat bring Peter S. Quinn


I Will Weigh Your Love To Mine I will weigh your love to mineTo let it all come outRaise all the new glow sunshineThat your heart beat's aboutMaybe your thoughts will be bringingIts glow to a special hourAnd you in your timeless singingSeed to grow a precious new flower The days are now far aheadOn to moments that nowhere shall goAnd old flowers are almost deadWith the winter in morning and snowBut still there is time to weigh inAnd give every rising its callMaking new thoughts and its spinWhen there are reasons for a fall I weigh your heart to much biggerIf you give me the time to do soThere is breeze of prospect and vigorTo be here and in higher breeze blowWe are here on the same levelRising sometimes or going slow downEach swing is straight forward or dishevelOn the playgrounds of our home town Peter S. Quinn


I Wish I Could Have A Dream – A Lyric I wish I could have a dreamThat would never be goneAnd you could know like a beamA light to carry still onI wish I could There’s something behind each doorGiving life new ways and lookDreams that always go for moreLike the pages of an open bookThere’s something Love is time what you want it to beGoing through for you to careSomething clearly for one to seeHaving it always inside hereLove is time Don’t tell anybody what to do‘Cause they’ll find their own wayLove is so much up to me and youHow things turn out and how they stayDon’t tell anybody There’s a cloud up there for everyoneDrifting about fast or slowWhat we have shall never be doneFor the moments through air will blowI wish I could have a dreamThat would never be goneAnd you could know like a beamA light to carry still onI wish I could Peter S. Quinn


I Write And I Write (From, Poet On Www) I write and I write and I write...When I hold a pen I writeWhen I put my toes into the sand I write I write and I write and I write...I dance with my body and I writeI'm a poem of feelings and I write I write and I write and I write...I touch everything and I writeI sing to the wind and I write I write and I write and I write...Forever to a song I will singForever to my heart a poem I'll bring I write and I write and I write...The hours are long and dim I writeFluffy high and whimsy whim I write I write and I write and I write...In a winter where white roses glow I writeAnd the air fills the earth with cold snow I write I write and I write and I write...When I hold a pen I writeInto a world of my own.... I write I write and I write and I write... Peter S. Quinn


I Write My Song As Poetry I write my song as poetryI write my poetry as a songI try to be continuously freeIn what I do and longMy days are just like a driftOf markedly ample somethingThe coiling of nature’s swiftThat inside my infinitely bring Every dream is what you areEvery dream is what you have seenReaching through the lonesome farWith the wonder where you have beenSo much closeness in its playWhere the rivers meet the shoreThey have come along long wayAlways there for ever more Like highest mountains blinded spotThe top is reached by stepOf what it is and what it’s notOf depths and echoes hepWhat centers me I hear?Of impassive thoughts goingEach concept is like a spearOf what is set out in knowing Every day is like a time driftTo the closeness of your heartWith the morning in its new liftReaching times to another startLike you are always dreamingTo be with your thoughts nearFrom every hour that's streamingWith its closeness of gone year So much there in its unknownsAnd endlessly in wordsPouring out its hailstones


Into the air like birdsI write my song for youSo you might hear its poetryAnd always to endless renewI have done for you and me Every dream is what you areFeeling the touching thought goingTo forgotten places like a starThat in sky is lonesome glowingSo much time has been lost for allOn to the hours of dark and grayNever again to a heart they’ll callIn the ongoing moments and day I write my song as poetryI write my poetry as a songI try to be continuously freeIn what I do and longMy nights are the skies of farOf flowing airy the cloudsSometimes there’s a falling starIn the mist that the ways enshrouds Every dream is what you areEvery dream is what you have seenReaching through the lonesome farWith the wonder where you have beenSo much closeness in its playWhere the rivers meet the shoreThey have come along long wayAlways there for ever more Peter S. Quinn


I, Gaza (A Youth Growing) There is always some rainSomewhereIn the day and the nightWith feelings and painFrom thereWhere there is no daylight Yesterday went lonelyFull of its own wayWe were here left onlyWith what seemed okayBut dreams were on death-rowFilling the corners of weepSomewhere footsteps goHours of sorrow to keep There is always some rainSomewhereTaking and filling the woesWar into war to reignAs long as any dispute grows There is always some rainSomewhereIn the day and the nightWith feelings and painFrom hereWhere there is no daylight I cannot find my houseIt has been broken downLike waves of shadows arouseMy beautiful hometownOh death has arrived to meAnd filled my lonely footstepsChains have broken the freeWith all its many intercepts There are always


Some teardropsSomewhere Peter S. Quinn


I´m As A Drifting Cloud Like my heart is in the gutter of the street goingI´m as a drifting cloud so high and farawayEvery dream of my inside yearning is always knowingWhat it is that comes and gives more to say? Feelings never seem to stand by at any given doorIt looks like they are going to somewhereWith their drifting thoughts that always are for moreAnd never can be at the same levels hereFor the days are always passing on by to there Each of you who know the truth of my true insideWith the wanderings that came about to giveWhere the lights of city lights glimmer and glideTo flicker in the shadows of a glow that can’t live Feelings never seem to stand by at any given doorIt looks like they are going to somewhereWith their drifting thoughts that always are for moreAnd never can be at the same levels hereFor the days are always passing on by to there Somewhere you are in the distances of dayLike a morning coming up that cannot stayIn my thought that are so restless in their play Like my heart is in the gutter of the street goingI´m as a drifting cloud so high and faraway *(Remember this is a lyric... The other part of my writing output is lyric writingand it’s as large as my poetry writing. However my largest output is writingmusic... Please Google 'Peter S. Quinn' If you’d like to see more. Thanks for yourtime. Peter) Peter S. Quinn


I´m Speaking Soft I´m speaking soft not loudlyAs the winter is hereWith its brawling breeze proudlySwift cold waves everywhereThough the earth is still yellowBrown mud in softly claySoon white frost says its helloAs we move on to December's day I'm speaking tones in cold outsideDancing leaves on fallingAs echoes of yesterdays glideAnd old gone summer is callingEvery day is now night in yearningPlayful strings of time thruNone of those are again turningThey are all gone into the blue I´m speaking soft not too highWith branches of trees swingingAll must end - oh all must dieThat our life´s dance and singingThink of me in the tides of newIn the freshness of their givingI tried my best to be trueBoth in daydreams and in living Peter S. Quinn


I‘ll Be There I‘ll be thereIn everywhere you goSoftness like sunshineEach your step and flowI‘ll be thereSoftly feeling onTill everything‘s fineAnd your worries gone I‘ll be thereLike daybreak newDreams of rising slowIf you want me tooI‘ll be thereJust be there for youFootsteps in new snowFresh breeze coming thru I‘ll be thereIn all the things you loveMist in the farawayClouds in drift aboveI‘ll be thereYou and I are oneSunshine in everywhereFrom the rising sun Peter S. Quinn


I‘ll Be There 2 I‘ll be thereIn everywhere you goSoftness like sunshineEach your step and flowI‘ll be thereSoftly feeling onTill everything‘s fineAnd your worries gone I‘ll be thereLike daybreak newDreams of rising slowIf you want me tooI‘ll be thereJust be there for youFootsteps in new snowFresh breeze coming thru I‘ll be thereIn all the things you loveMist in the farawayClouds in drift aboveI‘ll be thereYou and I are oneSunshine in everywhereFrom the rising sun Peter S. Quinn


I‘ve Been Silent I‘ve been silent for some timeFor I listen to growing greenNow summer is in its primeWith colours of voices seen Treasures of splendid WisdomsEvery that our earth givesTreasures of fragrant blossomsThose that in garden lives Peter S. Quinn


I’m Going To Blue Dimension I’m going to blue dimensionThru my own magic doorIt’s truly a comprehensionAnd borderline of life’s seashoreIn times on passing byAnd giving its heart contentIt opens to the blue skyWhen feeling are in relent It shows you the magic hoursAnd all that you can giveIts grass is of wild and flowersThat you on truly must liveTo enjoy the moments they makeIn magic that is passing onWhen you from its dreams awakeIt never is really gone So open your blue dimension doorTo see what is there insideAnd what’s in your heart’s loreIn thoughts you did put asideThere are moments of their truthIn everything that we all doIt’s magic of infinity youthAs days come and get on thru Peter S. Quinn


I’m Just A Baby I’m just a babyLittle kitten in townAnd maybe just maybeI’ll again be found I lost my joy sweet homeWith many good hoursNow Braives streets I roamAnd look at wild flowersSometimes a little flyComes flying here aroundAbout and around goes byIn a buzzing lively sound Now and then there is funAnd no dogs that do barkI can go slowly - not runPay attention to a singing lark I'm just a black kittenThat needs its mamma nowThat curiosity has smittenAnd drawn near a crow I'm lost and taken abackOf people going byI can’t again find my trackHow many times I try Mew!Hey Ben, oh dear BenPlease find my AddressOr I’ll be lost againWith no fondling caress ***My friend Ben Heine found a lost kitten …


Peter S. Quinn


Ice Crystal's Beauty (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Ice crystal's beauty,In a forgotten passage;The roughness of infinity,In a fiery afterimage.The mystic of the dark,Flowing with the mist;Drifting light and spark,Twilight's evening twist. Ice and fire contrast,The boundary of each;Showing deep its cast,Something to overreach.Playful in the moonlight,Expressing the flashes;Inner structure anthracite,Wall to wall airspaces. Ice water reflection,Within indecisive walls;The underlying connection,From within giants halls.Mystic of polymorphous,Sculptures of phantoms;The beauty and fragileness,Of metaphor inside atoms. Peter S. Quinn


Ict Overdose ICT overdose and its 'comatose'I'm under its spell once again'Cause I and my keyboard are closeBoth within its contrast terrain There is daytime in my skyWith much to give of hopeAs the hours are going byI'm picker of words chromoscope There's no reason in my doingOnly a lyrical line to handleEach keystroke I'm caressingTo light my inner sense candle Sometimes I'm in luck with a meaningAnd everything goes quite wellIf the laptop is good for screeningThe outcome you could perhaps foretell Peter S. Quinn


Ideas There is always something to doI suppose life is in a hurryThough it's much up me and youNot to have any kind of worryIt’s so logical just to continueWith what ever we have doneNot everything needs to have a clueSometimes the unexpected is fun So just welcome each indicationWhatever will come from wondering?Wake up some short of creationIt maybe some idea sunderingYou’ll be busy the half day aroundTo figure out what should be saidSometimes words from old are foundWhat you might have just lately read Don’t make your words uninspiredKeep welcoming them from day oneYou could at times become tiredBut that is just a part of the punSo here you're by its consummationEager for each your creation to strikeThere is no beginning or gradationOnly the ideas you really like Peter S. Quinn


If Ever There Was A True Love (Vi) If ever there wasA true loveIt was in the waysWe were taught The gold in the wordsOf our parentsThey gave us the truthThey had fought Each treasure is seenBy the fewThat found loveIn each true saying To find out trueWisdom is hardFor nothing of goldIs here staying If ever youShould listen closeIt's when you wereTaught about this Give ways to a hopeAnd loves fulfillmentFor kindness we firstlyWill miss Peter S. Quinn


If I Could Fly If I could flyI would go to the riverAnd never become dryFrom thoughts of the truest giverAnd I would be of earthA flower or a treeIts beauties wholesome worthEach way you could see If I could swim the seaI'd be like oceans whalesFor always and always freeIn my own abyss fairytalesAnd become its conquerorThrough deeps of the farawayThe skill fullest adventurerIn my own swimming play If I could give a thoughtThat would become realityI’d start with what I oughtAnd shouldn’t permit to beFor ways are always returningYou gave some insight clueAnd we from it all are learningOf whether it is all true Peter S. Quinn


If I Were A Fairy If I were a fairyI'd always be with youMy gray bearded and hairyLeprechaun in blueWe could be so closeIn endless wishing dreamsWhere the summer growsThru twilight sage beams If I were a queenAnd you were a kingIn kingdom of evergreenWhere soft breezes singWe could give our heartFlowing endlessly in beatWhere melodies impartAnd other worlds meet If there was no realtyDetermined by conclusionAnd you would all seeWith eyes of illusionWe could be in a dreamKing and a queenWhere vague ways seemThe only ones seen Peter S. Quinn


If Love Comes Clear In Sight If love comes clear in sight,It is there for evermore;For stars that shine through night,Will bring love's ship ashore. Yes love is like the flower,That gives its seed to earth;With its boundary and avower,When futures give its birth. I feel as autumn's coming,When love's secrets go away;And there is no more blooming,In new and unborn day. Our hearts are full of fears,And the feelings that go inside;Varieties of aromas atmospheres,That in the soul must hide. If love comes to you now,It is with a silently touch;And only goes where you allow,With feelings in all inasmuch. Yes love can open the sky,With the blue colors beyond;And be there forever high,Though only in the heart be found. Peter S. Quinn


If Love Comes Clear In Sight (From, Rock Star) If love comes clear in sight,It is there for evermore;For stars that shine through night,Will bring love's ship ashore. Yes love is like the flower,That gives its seed to earth;With its boundary and avower,When futures give its birth. I feel as autumn's coming,When love's secrets go away;And there is no more blooming,In new and unborn day. Our hearts are full of fears,And the feelings that go inside;Varieties of aromas atmospheres,That in the soul must hide. If love comes to you now,It is with a silently touch;And only goes where you allow,With feelings in all inasmuch. Yes love can open the sky,With the blue colors beyond;And be there forever high,Though only in the heart be found. Peter S. Quinn


If Love Will Come If love will come to your heartNever let it again then goFor the hours they do departLike the breeze in evening will flowOh darling everything is trueEvery word that has been kindAnd now it's all up to us twoFor the right road go and find Never again let me be aloneLike a river I'll stream to the seaLove might again stumble on a stoneOr have wings flying on freeAll is so much up to everythingHow it's going to turn out for usInside my yearnings may bringSomething we can’t go across If love will stay let it be soEverything is in mist of its ownThere is gladness further down the rowWhere silences from depression drownCan you give me something to care?Where shadows can not have a doubtBe mine forever be always hereBring every hope inside and about Peter S. Quinn


If Singing Is What You Hear If singing is what you hear,You have a lucky role,As music is always nearAnd going into your soul. Like birds, which are singing,Sweet liking, in their tongue:Growth in, they are bringing,All the summer long. If words, are what you speak:You know books of knowledge,And more you always seek,To mature each learning edge. For everything we know,Is surly in books to be found,It is the one way to go,To build on a solid ground. Together, music and words,Is a one complete whole!It's like the singing of birds:A pleasure to every soul. Peter S. Quinn


If The Day Is Not Clear If the day is not clearThen go and make its sunshineHave a love for each tearAnd you shall again be fineEvery teardrop is an oceanFlow on to love that shall beFull of salty ways emotionsThat from inside, heart did see If the night is not hereThen just follow a wishing dreamThere will come another yearWhere the rivers flow and streamEverything is full of heartFires from the deep insideJust you find your love startIts glow shall then abide If your heart is not nearThen the coldness shall on growAnother day without careAnother night without star glowGive you must of what you takeSome love always in returnThis another heart will wakeThis another love shall burn Peter S. Quinn


If You Become Mine ('Meet The Moments') Something is going aroundInside and outside everywhereLove like sticky and boundGiving its feelings and careWhat you say is always niceWith everything or twoTouches that come like a surpriseJust for me and you Let’s meet them halfway for moreDream of their tune we can hearLove is a wheel going forInside and outside quite nearCome with me darling to reapBring everything with you tooYours and mine to keepEverything thing is up to me and you Love songs don’t ever come easyThey are so spellbound in a kissFeelings of breath quite breezyThat no one in love wants to missYou are my darling and a fairyI'll will someday buy you a ringIf you become mine quite dearlyI can to you this nice song sing ChorusSomething is going aroundInside and outside everywhereLove like sticky and boundGiving its feelings and careWhat you say is always niceWith everything or twoTouches that come like a surpriseJust for me and you But everything turns here aroundGrows from new to old


Other things always are foundYou can’t to everything holdSomeday will be something newThat we didn’t plan somehowPerhaps some acquaintances there tooThat we don’t know about now… Chorus (Who said it was finished?) Peter S. Quinn


If You Believe In Dreams If you believe in dreamsDon’t let them go awayFor everything then seemsJust an ordinary lonely dayTo have a playful thoughtYou need your conjectureTo untie that reality knotShow that multihued texture So give yourself a tryIn exiting things to comeAnd ask never reasons whyGrounds for ordinary someThey are just standing thereTo make you worry moreOf each of them be awareWhat they have all in store Dreams must have rainbowsShow how they came to beTry finding gold pot glowsFrom nothing of the ordinaryYou might their tricks learnAnd how time is not thereHow everything again will turnAnd being to each fancy fair If you believe in dreamsDon’t let them go awayFor everything then seemsJust an ordinary lonely dayTo have a playful thoughtYou need your conjectureTo untie that reality knotShow that rainbow texture Peter S. Quinn


If You Can Dream It If you can dream itYou can do itAnything in every bitWith your own talent and witIf you can see throughAll dreams will come trueAnything at allEach day has its call Wonder on byThrough the dreams you seeOpen up your skyCome and follow meDreams are a notionAnd feelings from your heartThrough its timeless oceanWith each new start If you can dream itYou can do itNever feel unfitWhen you can prove itAnything out thereIs for your dreamsCome follow me from hereWith what it seems Have your own tryThrough in what you seeLike clouds fly on bySo it must beGive it magic potionThat never shall departOpportunities and emotionAre its main part If you can dream itYou can do itAnything in every bit


With your own talent and witIf you can see throughAll dreams will come trueAnything at allEach day has its call RememberIf you can dream itYou can do itAnything at all! Peter S. Quinn


If You Didn‘t Exist If you didn‘t existI‘d have to invent youFor your love I have kissedAnd it all was trueNever leave me aloneFor you I’m livingEvery day is stepping stoneIn my art I’m giving Flowers cast a roleIn its worth and primeEvery seed and soulIs new each timeDays have long been tryingTo drift us apartBut the roots aren’t dyingThat touched the heart If you didn’t know meI’d be long goneLike wings of birds freeThose fly and fly onBut still there’s fire insideCatching dreams awayUse them as a guideTo meet me again today Peter S. Quinn


If You Feel The Same As I If you feel the same as I,Never say to me good bye,Let us our dreams together share,- You'll be here and I'll be here... Past is gone into the night,We can still be in its light,If we keep our hopes in clear,- It could come anew from there... Feeling everything that's gone,Our future then carries on,Better is to hope and bear,- Or we will not go nowhere.. If you feel the same as I,Reach in to your bluest sky,Love in life's both full and fair,- Few moments that time shall spare... Past is done, we are all right,If we move, never abide,Walking from each yesteryear,- Having hope and giving care... Peter S. Quinn


If You Forget Me If you forget meInto tomorrow's glowI'll become freeLike the melting snowLife is through a windowWith its touch and fireAshes of gone glowAll love's desire Moments go awayDays become dark nightSail time and playIn your life's flightBoats to unknown loreIsles to opportunityNothing is for sureIt only comes to be Near tomorrow's blazeAromas of past nightFuture as its many waysTo guide your lightIf you want to knowWhat becomes realityGive of time's glowAnd you might touch it - maybe If you forget meInto tomorrow's glowI'll become freeLike the melting snowThere'll never be a returnIn what's already goneFires to ashes burnAnd futures carry on Peter S. Quinn


If You Give Someone Your Heart Truly If you give someone your heart truly,You give it for more than a day;Of love there can never beEnough, in any way… Remember it's always so,Throughout your life and years;You got to give love - to know,If someone else also cares; So give your heart that's tender,With everything there is to be found;And love shall not return it to sender,- For love is to that heart bound. Peter S. Quinn


If You Love Love is to be adoredFavorite by someoneGive inside feelings storedBefore they are gone Like a heart that cravesSome of inside feelEmotions like ocean wavesBecome in love real Disappear they all mayWhen we only knowHow to give affectionate wayThat not for long will go Understanding and learningHow feelings go aboutBefore they come burningInside with their doubt Love is born of strengthTenderness like a blossomGive them a starting lengthTo know each and some You must love yourself tooTo be of love respectedFor no love can be trueThat from within is neglected *Rumi wrote long time ago: “If I love myselfI love youIf I love youI love myself”


Peter S. Quinn


If You Think If you thinkYou have a dreamLet it come true,Everything you work at hardSoon will become you;That's the purpose of it all,Trying to see things through.Taking the right step,Into the right direction,That's sometimes hard to do;But you learn on your way,What you can'tAnd what you may,Where to stopAnd where to start,Where to put yourself and heart.Everybody has a scheme,A little knoll or a big and tall;That's the purpose of it all,Where to go and what to say. Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Always Be There With You (From 'Meet TheMoments') I'll always be there with youIn songs that I love to singWhile hours are flying throughSomething of favorites to bringAnd a day closes up there highAs the evening is coming inAway each our thought will flyOr drift into a different spin There is so much of nonentityThat still needs its care to reachFill with its possessed identityTo give of its features and teachWe all have different groundTo bring forward this profusionSometimes existence are foundTo lead together every infusion Each day has its own melodyMoods of some reaching kindConvey out make them all freeNever again to be left behindI'll always be there with youReaching our dreams of livingThere is no ending in its queueOnly the ways of each their giving Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Always Hold Summer Close I'll always hold summer closeWith everything there goesIts sweetest sprung and colored roseOn to memories forever glowsIn the melodies of yesterdaysWhere everything has long since pastI will feel its songs in many waysAnd never to my heart be lost In every aspect of my futureThat turns on still until it’s dryIn glowing tins and rock shine sutureAnd with every run that has its tryI will always hold summer nearAnd bring its lost epoch to my heartIn every aspect through each yearWhere every twirl of time shall start Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Ask A Bluebird… I'll ask a bluebirdTo sing a summer songTones so lovely slurredFor life is coming alongEach day and night tenderOf love songs in the airMy thoughts to this surrenderIn tunes of moments fair I'll ask a thrush that playsIts summer forest songsWhy each of them dalliesTo a heart that longsWhen breezy are the leavesOf the wandering hourWith many thoughts of evesFor the meadow flower Night of late shall comeTo every summer singingGrowing on tincturing blossomAn end to their dreams bringingFor love shall fly awayInto another living waveWhere flowers in wind swayWith the new songs to crave Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Be Sailing To The Open Blue Sea I'll be sailing to the open blue seaWhere the silvery waves are going outWith the wings of fresh morning that's quite freeThrough the daydreaming without any doubtEvery hope shall be rolling tall and braveWithin billows so high in the shakingThrough rippling of waves the ocean gaveTo the in fjords and gales in their making We're winners to new corners of the worldTo the faraway islands and their shoreWith every circling wave that there whirledAnd are in need of fresh dreams to exploreI'll be sailing to hope in my open boatBringing music from my heart that I wrote Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Be Taking America I'll be taking America from the insideAnd giving her of my complete loveWhere clouds from the high sky glideAnd drift with my heart songs aboveI'll be sowing my love at her freedom’s feetTo find out if she likes me or notAnd if she will come on to me and readIn what in words and music I've got I'll be taking my America on to my homeWith every soul that wants to conquer meTo bring me to their alter and domeTo set every word and my tones freeFor my existences is for everyone's loveIn a dream that never shall settle lowFore I'll rise like the highest cloud aboveIn tomorrow's summer for the new glow I will be taking my songs to her mountainAnd filling my words with her hopeReaching rivers of truth deepest fountainBy holding on to every liberties robeI shall never be disputed to the deepOf the anguish that has lost all fateFor America are my songs and words to keepIn each my thought and ongoing debate Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Find You I'll find youIn the distanceOf every going road I'll knowYour heart beat timeWhen I hear myself The ponderingOf your dreamsThose never were fulfilled In every forgetfulSentenceThat came apartOf ways You are the daysOf goingThe dreamThat went along You are the nightOf shiningThe starsSo far away Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Go My Way By Myself I'll go my way by myself,And find the long forgotten;There's no way ever to tell,What really lies here rotten.Each heart is full of content,Both of which's good and bad;We need some refinement,From what we really had. Each dream is there to try,For all it is just what is is;And nothing comes of nothing,If it's only a mere wish.So we got to understand why,Before we go exploring;Otherwise we won't find,What the hidden laid storing. I'll go my way by myself,Though later you can follow;Everything comers from that,It was a dream a while ago.Something to inspire me,Give what I need it to do;Bringing out a new ability,That was before bestrew. Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Have To Go I'll have to go,Before you know;For the show must go on,And my time is now done.Reflect each my thought,What visions have brought;And together we will stand,With feelings, hand in hand. I'll have to go,Before the snow stars glow;Right before our eyes,In darker clouded skies.Each love song - is a flight,Through tender summer light;With every breeze, a bland,We with the heart command. I'll have to go,Let the distances grow;Till all this is lost and gone,Like the flowers in the sun.So fragile in these days,When autumn comes and plays;And brings into the cold,Our love we can not hold. Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Love You Tonight I'll love you in my eternal heart tonightAll the moments that are from farawayEach distances in its curving and flightWhen the night vanishes for a new dayWhere the breeze is in time to turn leavesAnd the making of light comes rising shineWhen an instant is sad in its lost greavesFor the day is now dark in its glowing line Every poem that touches and sings to meWith its feelings of the infinity heartWhen night is a matter that plays to beBefore the new dawn rises for life to start Each far away full of stars in oblivionOf all that's tonight and tomorrow, and gone Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Remember You (To ‘imagine’ …) I'll remember youIn imagine times goodbyeWhere skies were always blueIn every low and highIt’s not so easy nowTo bring this out todayThough we'll find it somehowAnd make it be okay I'll remember youWithout strict boundariesAs my mind is set toThe unbounded countriesTo live and die forAnd have just your ambitionTo open freedom’s doorAnd show life truest vision Where peace is not a dreamerBut love is coming onAnd each one is a true teamerTo live what they've undergone I'll remember youAs brotherhood is realityWhen dreams come trueForever in our hearts to beWhen times become realIn every people's trustEach touch and their feelWe once thought were lost This maybe still a dreamThat we are wishing forBut times will come and deemThose dreams reach our shore Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Tell You This I'll tell you this, when night is young,A word away, to star away songThat calls on bright, into its own;And lays its sweetly dawn summer gown.Of dreams that I heard in one time,Both that of blank verse and that of rime;With sweetest word - it ever talked,In - on those milky ways it walked. First, tell me what you think of me,For I have a love and a dream to see;And I have found flowers, within this fall,In endless shading, in each their call...Oh hold attest and listen close,For you might hearWhen the breeze there blows,Or a daisy, giving its purest delight,That none for long can give a fight. I'll tell you this, what I caught aloud,For I listened closely, and heard what it's about:The song that is calling from a windowsillOr from the green woods, or top of a hill. Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Walk Your Heart I'll walk your heart,Side by side;Into the night,And be your guide. Like sunrise beams,Or steps in ways;Together dreams,That never stays. And what we believe,Will never be gone;From where we start,Out into the sun. I'll walk your heart,From wrong or right;I'll be your dream,And there I'll abide. If you want my heart,Come steal it away;But know my warning,It knows of none nay. Peter S. Quinn


I'Ll Write You A Painting Of My Desire I'll write you a painting of my desire,It's a rainbow that is touching a cloud;Color the air higher and still higher,Bending tall in sky and above the crowd; Blooming flowers that gives its seeds to earth,Bringing new spring again to your heart;Every falling star with wishing of worth,Giving views innovation - to you from start. Lonesome ways will soon be beyond,For everything goes to its own destiny,Roads of many ways will be walked again; Footsteps' of the heart with its magic wand,Bringing compassion that there is to be,Because never shall sorrow hold to its den. Peter S. Quinn


Illuminated Eyes illuminated eyesof an experienced facepondering silently smiles wandersupon pausing birdsin the soft foldingevening breeze Peter S. Quinn


Illusions Of Me Closed eyes are longing for something,That isn't here with us yet, or anymore;To its inner self and its soul it’ll sing,Of what it aspires for its own deplore... But knowing it still, this is of the unknown,Unborn perhaps, though not uncertain;A thought for a moment yet not fully shown,The distances of any dream behind a curtain. Aims like these are close in their stance,Like the past is sometimes: a moment still here;Like it is advancing for its second chance,It didn't have in the past tense year. Knowing what they are, I dare not defy:A thought for the moment I forgot not yet;But as for all inner grasps - how uncertain am I,Perhaps it's only an illusion that got backset? Peter S. Quinn


Ilmur/Fragrance ég hef vaka?ég hef sofi?og fundi? ilm af herbegi mínu?a? er ilmur af vi?i eins og vori? sem ég ?ráieins og skóarilmureru blö? mínog nótur draumar koma og draumar faradvelst ég ?ar um stunden áfram ilmar vori?í bókunum mínum *** I have been awakeand I have sleptand found fragrance of my roomits a fragrance of wood like the spring that I long forlike fragrance of forestare my papersand sheet music dreams come and dreams goI dwell there for awhilebut onward the spring scentsin my books Peter S. Quinn


I'M A Flower I'm a flower like a flowerAlways singing to my heartThoughts of wandering hourThat through life won't departShining, shining so much onIn the goings there aboutShades of feeling never goneWith season bewailing doubtLove is the altitude of meWith so much for every moreComing into its own realityIn growing beauties to adoreMeanings pending to my sensesMaking fields alive aroundAs the blooming colors dancesNowhere else to be here foundFragrance of my dreams like cornWhen winter’s heart will spinNever petals of fade and wornOnly love arising from within Peter S. Quinn


I'M A Martyr Of The Keyboard I type all day longInto the request deepSometimes it’ll ping-pongRight into my sleepI'm a martyr of the keyboardGoing down deep underTo the alphabet lordGod of the ticktick thunder! I'll type for a requestJust to please and be readyI'll try to do my bestIf my fingers go on steadyThis and that comes outI have no complete controlAutomation knows its ways aboutAround ‘key-mole’And keyhole I type all day to sparkAnd give it a steady beatBut sometimes it’ll all lackExcept its little tweetThis maybe a dark poetry readWith not much in deeper meaningBut to somewhere it will leadIn a steady and closerScreening Peter S. Quinn


I'm Always So Alone I'm always so aloneWherever I goI'm like a rolling stoneIn sunshine or snowFeeling every feelingThat is inside hereMoments away stealingFrom here to nowhere Yesterday are all goneInto time's flowHours left undoneThat I didn't knowYears have grown byDreams become realityClouds upon the skyStill as timeless free I'm always still findingThoughts of old daysDreams are rewindingEvery tone it playsTomorrow might beSomething different setFloating still though freeWithout any regret I'm always so aloneWherever I goI'm like a rolling stoneIn sunshine or snow Feeling every beatWith its inside rhythmMoments that I meetLife's gone hymn Peter S. Quinn


I'm Going To Get Higher I want to be mein everything I do,I want to be freeI guess you want it too!Though the lot is turningor going all still away,bridges aren't burningand I'm still in my "stay". I want to be newand going to the places,I want to go there throughmy world is full of aces.Playing and going around- the times don't stop,always something to be founddown becomes - upside up! I want to have it allbut what is it really about?I have a certain callI have a certain doubt.I'll grow and more aspireto reach what I'm for,I'm going to get higherThat I know for sure! Peter S. Quinn


I'M Here On My Own – A Song The times are coming newInside giving waysResonates to the fewThe moods of summer daysBring you joy to mindEach in their instant shineWhiles of summers behindEvery color and line Yesterday - easy to loveEverything going to oblivionClouds graying aboveNow gentle feelings are doneWatching the clouds driftingInto a lonely fallTemperaments along shiftingFor each autumn call The woods are alone watchingA footstep chills awayA yellow mood leaves torchingCasting my heart to clayYou are like the birds flownInto my thoughts againAnd I'm here on my ownSearching each route in the rain Peter S. Quinn


I'm Here, Said The Wind I'm here, said the windmy time are the circles of daysremember its tidelearn by heart its waysfor nothing forever is stayingall goes to memorylike a song it's playingforever to be free Listen to the windthe chorus of the blossom singlove's forever returningagain there will be new springlisten to its songit's forever returningits future days to longit's dances and songs yearning Listen to its blow blowand desires of each morningdark shall then go gofor rising of tomorrows yearningplayful in its timeless youngjoyful for the earin every new spring songthat you shall start to hear Peter S. Quinn


I'M In Love Of Every Day I'm in love of every dayAs I meet the morningSongs that rise and playWhen light is returningHour's trots of daybreakFinding their path againFeelings of the early wakeOver the valley and glen I'm in love with the newRising with the sun gleamLike every hope that's trueIn first sight's of its beamWhen love's like glow in skyGiving its earliest of beginColors that meets the eyeIn beginning of hourly spin I'm in love with eve of lightThe cherry colors and redThe day of diminishing flightWhen dreams again spreadAnd nocturnal pathways riseIn mystical reins of reflectionThrough timeless space it fliesBy castle in sky connection Peter S. Quinn


I'M In Love With You I'm in love with you,Morning is young and sweet;Everything that you do,I will so kindly treat.I'm in love, it's true,Nothing will stand in my way;My only love is you,On this beautiful new day. This is my dream to share,Every word is of love;In my heart you are always here,Just like the winds above.Faithful like the morning bright,All what I ever need;You are my wings in flight,With your love I'm freed. I'm in love endlessly,Your sweetness is so tender;Everything that burns inside me,I will to your heart surrender.Remember my love always,For it is meant for eternity;In all its harmony and grace,It continues for ever to be. You are my sweetest thing,My love story complete;To you I will forever sing,With passion and inside heat.Nothing compares to this,Everything else is small;I'll remember our first kiss,And how it led to this all. Love is the sweetest call,Love is the tender ways;In both our summer and fall,


And how to the heart it plays.First to everything that's young,Then to more mature things;Nothing of love can be wrong,Together to both hearts it sings. When I gave you my love,How it was the nicest thing;Like the glistening stars above,That twinklings to us did bring.Every way that is ours,Glows like the starry sky;In our heart shines and empowers,And never shall say goodbye. Peter S. Quinn


I'M In Moods Tonight (From, Poet On Www) I'm in moods tonight,Faraway from it all;Lost my wings and flight,Watch and see me fall.Love is what I bring,To the front and end;Hear my breath sing,In a sweating blend. All are broken thoughts,With the stills right here;Many bending aeronauts,Different dark atmosphere.Feelings down in dirt,What have I become;Visions all too blurt,Given to some freedom. Why am I so down?With everything I know;A traveler in shantytown,In moods long time ago.Time is waiting to repair,Broken ends of everything;Giving more to after care,Than songs are delivering. Peter S. Quinn


I'M Just A Flower Small I'm just a flower smallOn the fields of rustic goldWith a dream for a callThat wants my seeds to unfoldSo beautiful at my sightInvincible in the summer breezeMany folded petals lightSo much for the eyes to please When darkness is in winterMy heart becomes quite bleakWith love and trust in hinterAnd futures of hopes weakFor every bright daybreak's awayWith loss of freedom's hueAnd there is only a gloomy dayFor everything that is true My times are on the meadowOf the weak and the strongWith every swaying and growThat comes in gusty alongMy leaves are of living greenEden’s own garden aspirationMy beauty beholds and is seenIn freedom of every nation Peter S. Quinn


I'm Lost Completely I'm lost completelyLike day to nightMy heart's though freeFor another daylight Nothing's like a morningComing to dayFull of gone yearningIn its new ray How wonderful it isTo feel and findSuch a morning blissThat's left the old behind Oh day I'm exitedTo find what you giveFor it's so delightedTo be here and live Peter S. Quinn


I'M Nowhere Going Now (From, Occasional Songs) I'm nowhere going now,I am feeling deep inside;Can't connect somehow,I am just walking alongside.Day and night going though,My life must move on;It's so up to me and you,What we manage to get done. Rise and fall to you walking,I will never let it go;Here the pathways of the talking,Take a different street or row.You can't change how people think,There will be so many views;Like a shade out in a blink,Take directions to right avenues. I am in darkness I am deep,Trying to reach the open sea;What is inside I will keep,You are you and I am me.Nothing will forever amuse,I can only give what I possess;Time and moments may abuse,To the limits of every excess. Peter S. Quinn


I'M On A Nowhere Road I'm on a nowhere road to nowhere nowWith love's feelings in my prosper green suitcaseThese times are flying away somehowIn its obstacle and onward intuit spaceThe flower I loved is now growing oldOf the feelings that once were there for allNo time is for me to their colors holdOnly a check board of black and white wall The roads of the days are in falling pastWith nowhere of today to be there foundIts horizon line has its outlaying castWith their epochs going around and aroundSo if you have feelings like I have now lostBehold them close up whatever their cost Peter S. Quinn


I'M Only Now Getting Used To My Heart I'm only now getting used to my heartBreaking with love from summer to its fallThe moods of sunshine and rain's falling callFrom footsteps that inside begin each startLove songs of dark evening's passing skyFeelings of love in loneliness goJust for the singing of a heart in tryFilling moments with the world in its low Raindrops of heart beating in its growingBreeze of the wind - time's lonely whisperAll that is not showing in their strict plainThe times of our hope in always goingWhen blackness comes darker and crisperAnd obscures perspectives with strain Peter S. Quinn


I'M Reaching To Your Heart I'm reaching to your heart,With another song;It gently breezes from start,And then it moves along. We have so many dreams,They come and they glow;In reality sometimes seems,Snowflakes that melt and go. If mind with eyes gazes,Into the deep inside;It will find fairyland places,Where feelings can abide. Oh kiss my flame of fire,Before the dreams fade;With all its great desire,In deferent coloured shade. For love is not forever,When kindles stop their light;But I'll leave you - never,If you give me a night. Peter S. Quinn


I'M Scarecrow Of The Past I'm scarecrow of the pastMuch to do about nothingIn pollution I did trustEverything green roughingI have destiny to makeAnd destruction to flowMy heart of haulm at stakeI have nowhere else to go I'm a breeder of black dustThere is no future at sightOnly death now to trustIn its wondering what's rightGreen earth will be lostWith no leaves on the treesAll prosperity crisscrossedFor shadow and its coveys I'm war blasting throughKnocking on each ones doorJoin my forces won't youTo damage more and moreCrying game I will give a tryOceans spill in toxic wasteBlacken up the Blue SkyAnd every impurity enlaced Peter S. Quinn


I'm Sittin' By A Whishing Tree I'm sittin' by a whishing treeWishing for a golden songTones to sing from within meA melody in beauty strong Wishful gardens and bumble beesAll the songs of yearningGreenery leaves and rooted treesFrom nature melodies learning Here is its voice coming throughin peaceful hushed hoursEvery song from inside trueFrom garden of trees and flowers Yesterdays and tomorrowHopes from its truthful singingLeaves of golden green glowWhat every its day's bringing I am dreaming on to seeThe colors of endless freedomBringing hope back on to meEach in its delicate blossom Here I am - as wonders go byFinding a dream world hiddenUnderneath the sun and blue skyFrom where I'm now sittin' Peter S. Quinn


I'M Still Here (From, The Complete Collected PoemsOf Strains) I'm still here in and under waves of timeGiving love songs to my alone standing heartIn the summer breezes that soon shall departEvery flow of its going and its primeDeep where the ocean today arise rhymeThrough secrets and its many cutting tartWhat life has given or later shall impartWith the tangling roots that to the light climb Love songs of time in their weaving far onTrying to reach to every fire insideWhere feelings touch like drifting clouds afarEverything of love that soon shall be goneJust like the haze in the blue sky dreams glideReaching to destiny of day's wishing star Peter S. Quinn


I'M Still Searching I'm still searching for a lineThat calls me to its wayA poem in its glowing sunshineLike daybreak of a new dayGlow in the treasures of lightWhen morning comes throughColors in red golden brightIn that is fresh and new Life that is rising to loveAnd never to fall againAll its affections plentiful ofAnd never to search in vainA feeling of life touches joyWhen summer sings to youNo one from love can destroyIf it’s whole and it’s true I search through each nightTrying to find its starLove in a heart that's brightAlways inside and not farLike day that gives its touchTo each morning new comingLife that owes love so muchAnd into old age is blooming Peter S. Quinn


I'M Superman Come to my heart knock on woodDon’t worry, be good I'm your super man I will let you be what you want to beBring you through because I'm supermanLet you have wings - set you freeFly with me with these wings if you can Don’t pretend just come on and really flyEverything I said - I'm going to tryBringing in all the hope I gaveJust you wait and see and - be with me brave There is no one other - I'm the oneI am the man with the super sign onGiving you what real power is and testAnd you will have to imagine with me the rest Because I have the powers of kryptoniteThere is no way to test such mightBut just come with me and see what I canTogether we can - yes we can! Because I'm superman All the strength that you couldn't knowIs inside and now coming out so fine!Every power known - now superman shall showJust watch my symbol as it glows up like sunshine Mightier than a jet plane I’ll fly and I promise youEverything will be to better put and straightPromises you thought gone I shall again renewTake away all doubt and settle each debate I will let you be what you want to beBring you through because I'm supermanLet you have wings - set you freeFly with me with these wings if you can Don’t pretend just come on and really fly


Everything I said - I'm going to tryBringing in all the hope I gaveJust you wait and see and - be with me brave I am the guy who will always stand by your sideGive you opportunities and money in your pocketDon’t you worry - let the worries away rideI'll be your superman and fly like a rocket There is no one other - I'm the oneI am the man with the super sign onGiving you what real power is and testAnd you will have to imagine with me the rest Because I have the powers of kryptoniteThere is no way to test such mightBut just come with me and see what I canTogether we can - yes we can! Because I'm superman Yes we can! Yes we can! Yes we can!Because I'm superman *This poem and lyric was made for this image: Peter S. Quinn


I'M The Guy With The Green Blue Eyes (A Lyric) I'm the guy with the green blue eyes,And I sing a tune of May;When the summer is in the skies,And the light grows on with each day. With sweetest fragrance of blooms,When buds of the flowers spring out;When the green growing comes in booms,And all wildlife is celebrating about. Winter is all far away from here,Pleasing moments awaken each day;There is freshness of summer in the air,It's the moment when love starts to play. Aren't wishes in new moments contrived?Brought in with summer and spring?Greenish growth has now here arrived,And momentarily with your heart it'll sing. I'm the guy with the green blue eyes,With a heart full of romantic;Every heart is full of a surprise,Without ever being frantic. I'm the guy with the green blue eyes,Adjusting my life beat with yours;No deep love is ever whispering lies,If ever it's constant and explores. Peter S. Quinn


I'M The Little Yellow Flower Love is always trueWhen it awakes a dreamWhen its love comes thruIn a heartbeat agleamYou and I will beOnce in awhile truthEvery coming morning seeThat night has made of youth Love is always cleanFlowing on and new bornFrom the dream it´s beenNever between its tornEndlessly it goes and growsDeep within the earthSpring fresh hour’s flowsNow is its time of birth I'm the little yellow flowerThat earth has madeA seed of its moment’s hourThat winter winds allayedIn summer blossom's lightThe early spring morningI started out my flightWhile tides were in turning Love is always trueWhen it awakes a dreamWhen its love comes thruIn a heartbeat’s agleamI'm the little yellow flowerThat earth has madeA seed of its moment’s hourThat winter winds allayed Peter S. Quinn


I'M The Macdonald At The Moon I'm the MacDonald at the moonNot the man who was here beforeI'll give an impact like a fat buffoonTo these uninhabitable rocky shore There is so much to eat in meThat makes such pleasures more funYour lines and weight becomes freeAnd your move about forever done My heart has an M in the middleAnd I'll make all eat a little moreMy hot stuff is made on the griddleOf the Slim and Fat peace of war Peter S. Quinn


I'M Trying To Be Nice – A Song I'm trying to be niceI know its hart to succeedEvery beat away diesThat you in the heart readDrifting afar and throughThe morning passing is goneThe sunshine is up to youThat comes within and on Let us together be closeNight inside always to fallLike petals of a roseThat perfect shape enthrallDrifting afar to our dreamOceans deep and vastRivers of freshness streamEverything what we trust You and I coming thereThe years don't mean a thingTogether hope we'll shareAnd home to our heart bringDrifting with wings of twoLetting the clouds find a daySo much is there in the blueThat carries its weightless weigh Peter S. Quinn


I'M Wet In Your Spelling – Rain Song I shall come in againWhen I'm wet in your spellingOh soak me and drainPouring on my indwellingYou breeze away my fearThe Marble-heavy loadWhen September’s nearShowering the past road I wet myself in youYour drops of crystal whiteOnset from my blueThat lost a winged fightNow give a green perfumeFrom blossoms dye shadeYour drizzling rapid broomFor this day was made Cloudy drifts of the highNow raise my thoughts to youAnd fill it deeps of blue skyThat comes by wet tongue throughI never could tell beforeDialect of your poem dropsThe mist of the ways and coreThat into the silent chops Peter S. Quinn


Images From The Past Images from the pastWill come and go - to youGive near an elapsed castIn what you thought you knewSo many roads are cleftInto nothing but memoriesOf reasons that are leftLonesome among life trees A summer set morningWith what I once had hereNow to the hour's yearningIn from the past gone dearI have no other picturesBut those still in my heartThe years carry no stricturesWhere each contours' start Beyond our ceaselessnessAnd footsteps that are goneEach image less and lessWill take their spaces onSo much is now neglectedThat gave us most concernNew roads’ been selectedWith other manners to turn Peter S. Quinn


Images Of Its Beauty (From, The Complete CollectedPoems Of Strains) StayIn the day of completenessWhere green are the fieldsThat momentarily givesEnduring hands to growA garden of love StayWith the blue of sky dreamsThose come like clouds driftTo give images of its beautyIn timeless inhabitationOf longing for the eyesThat never is drawn to nothing StayTo the windows of each timeTo view every aspect thereinThe fulsome of the lives goingInto the fields of vitalityLove that is making its subtleIn every its tint making *These are around or over 175 poems Peter S. Quinn


Imagine Imagine the summer comingThe seasonal year's twilightSpring with its colors strumming,Shades from dark to bright;All the flowers in the earth,When life begins to grow.The new regenerating birth,In the sunshine's hot glow;Imagine lovely end of spring,When leaves come back on trees:Branches where bird do sing,And flying of buzzing bees;Every color and its worth,In beds of flowers show.Seasonal life's circle - girth,Contrasting moods to and fro;Everything summer does bring,And eyes and ears do please;Each of the thing and cling,In the forthcoming gently breeze. Peter S. Quinn


Imagine Ii Imagine both you and meTogether like fluffy cloudsCircling there and freeHigh above the city crowdsImagine always to beWithout any low doubts Imagine our dreams for realThose giving and letting goThat you each time feelIn everything you knowImagine and then appealTo what you want to grow This place can be niceIf you give it your best shotLike paradise in disguiseWith everything you've got Imagine a fairy taleThat comes to be as trueAnd never's to failCause it's up to me and youImagine it and inhaleAnd it might come all thru This place can be niceIf you give it your best shotLike paradise in disguiseWith everything you've got Peter S. Quinn


Imagine, Me And You Imagine, me and youAnd nothing in betweenJust an open sky blueIn the distant afar seenDreams coming and goingAll because of youWe both knowingWhat is really true Imagine and findingAll the dreams we giveNever reality mindingBecause we dreams liveDays be happy waitingIn their way to doNever worries debatingIn all that comes thru Imagine time and timeSo much fun to beAll would be of primeIn what we do and seeWorries would go awayDrift thru the open skySunshine each summer dayNever to go or die Imagine questions whyAnd nothing in betweenJust an open skyIn blue afar seenDreams coming and goingAll because of youWe both knowingWhat is really true? Imagine low and highAnd nothing in betweenJust an open sky


In everywhere you've been Peter S. Quinn


In A Airway Bus (Faraway) Come and bring your wings freeFor love is to reach to the skyBe everything you wanted to beThe purpose is to go far and high Don't let the earth hold you backFor your spirit's for ever moreLove is the wheel with each trackDestiny attainment to the shore Moons and the suns in Space OceanUnknown to men and their tidesFlowing in the distance erosionEach hope the spring up and glides Broken are changes of each rationaleOut there is something that callsCome through each tributary canalWatery like a point in time falls Get higher to the future not farawayEach has their branches to giveMeet every hour with a new dayShow what the reasons are to live Rise tomorrow always gets throughSun and the moon in all of us areLet your wings become here trueFurnish your dream of a twinkle star Don't let the earth hold you backFor your spirit is for ever moreLove is the wheel with each trackDestiny attainment to the shore Always the windows will openTo every answer and every partYou are the ways in dreams hopin'Where every road leads or starts


Nothing is new-fangled in this oldDust on the road burst in the twistLet never tangling roots you holdBring in the conduct of your thirst Shall we've time to name each moon?In this vast spiraling milky wayWhat is a word in a glinting dune?What’ll a manmade thought to it say? Nothing is there that seems to beEvery small motion unknown to usOn the wings on a jet outward to theeInto unknown space in a airway bus... Blah, blah, blah… Translated by R.P. Peter S. Quinn


In A Falling Melody – Sonnet Black and white to play along togetherOne by one in a falling melodyGetting by exercise fluffy like featherTill its music's remembered in memoryThe sunshine of sounds on their glowing wingsFilling the room with many charming straysAs every tone to the heart and deep singsAnd for a brief moment on here now stays Dripping like echoes into the deep soulGiving dreamy colors keen on an earSongs in the away singing on their strollReaching infinity always there nearCharming and fainting in its rise and fallWhen a note after note lays its musical Peter S. Quinn


In A House Of The Lonesome Night Down the streets where I'm fromA song comes easily to playOn the piano chords I strumBut nothing for long will stayThe days are like a riverIn their calling and longing's fireThe voices of the wind shiverWhile whispering to me its desire In a house of the lonesome nightLove songs of my dreams awayCome in their fancy and flightEach of their shading and layA love is man's truest giverOf anything that comes and goesAnd the poet their passions deliverTo give words that the wind blows Down the streets there are no namesOnly leaves that are dancing onIn flickering shadows and flamesTill the hours of longing is goneEvery day has its own true meaningWith life that clashes and unfoldsIn ways of disclosure and gleaningEvery aspect of its living remolds Peter S. Quinn


In A Month From Now There are the daysThat you and I knowThe playfully waysOf winter's coming snowHappy in its bendingThrough river streamsFrosty glowing sendingIn gleaming starry beams With a one blue skyIn roads of the tide'sWhile clouds fly highIn darkness glidesChristmas is comingIn a month from nowWith frosty raised bloomingOn windows glass bow You and I hidingFrom the coldness outsideWith thoughts abidingFor the holydays rideGive what you needTo turn the lights onWith tricks or treadTill significances are gone Peter S. Quinn


In A Morning New Have you seen the flowers?In a morning newSwaying fields of hoursIn drops of dawn's dewSunshine in the cloudsHigh in drifting airLoneliness of street crowdsGoing from here and there Like the thoughts don't stayFor a morning songIn its wandering playTo seize the moment’s tongueLife is never easyWith its catch and findIn its tempest breezyLeaving much behind Have you been lonely?With the people aroundThat you thought onlyYou needed to be foundSometimes life's impersonalWith its streets crowdedMany strangeness drawlAnd each ones way doubted Peter S. Quinn


In A New New Day In a new new dayWhere the dark is goingSun has found its wayAnd is now glowingMorning comes in brightWith its joy of livingGone is darkish nightWith a new day giving Winter garden is hereLast night it´s snowingEarth´s now white everywhereLife on roads slowingAs the day gives lightEverything becomes easyTurning all to its rightThough the wind's breezy In a new new daySo much work's callingWith its seriousness playThat to the hour's fallingBright is settling onFilling up every shadowsSoon this dim is all goneTo the night away it goes Peter S. Quinn


In A Peaceful Way In a peaceful wayEverything is growingSteps to a coming daySlowly start showing Many colors shadeAll the pleasures onHeavenly there madeNow winter is gone Morning coming brightThrough a cloudy skySummer pending lightWith its growing high Playful breezing quiverYellow grass swayingFor the new to deliverWhen green is playing Now spring dancesThru the ray of hopeAll the ways enhancesIn its chromoscope It’s a wonderful timeThis time year aroundWhen foliage are in primeAnd much beauty’s found Peter S. Quinn


In A Small House Near The Sea In a small house near the seawith corridors and balcony,though fresh insidefrom relieving tide,- this is not freedom for me. There's a glass inside it's heartlike x-rays - bondage start,twilight from wavesa thought engraves,where boat from shore departs! Peter S. Quinn


In And Out The Gossip In and out the gossipWhom do we really know?The tongue is so slippery slipIn smoothness and its flowReasons in shadows fightLonesome in a moon’s smileTurning on wrong and rightEach in its own short while Faces coming and goingEverything weaved out of touchThe unbelievable knowingIn its perspective not muchLending a story new lineMaking all the spices fit inUnsubstantial to outshineWith extended reasoning spin Building a nest with rumorFlying wax wings too highSlithery more and moreRemarks that will never dieGiving and slander makingWhat has no reasons at allCredit of knowledge takingConcluding a mole to be tall Peter S. Quinn


In April I Love You In April I love youWhen spring is coming inWith everything fresh and newTo catch and catch to winDays of new grassFeelings of winter goneIn everything that gloomy wasAnd in the darkish done In summer I'll hold youAnd sing this lullabyWhere colors become trueIn evening lustrous skyAnd there is nowhere darknessInside that criesOnly full summer caressAs moments of day flies In this song we both areGiving of and sharingAnd nothing is too afarThat’s not worth steeringLife coming throughFrom dark hours goingAll is fresh and newIn its wonderful time glowing Peter S. Quinn


In Autumn Afternoon I was into that secret shadowOf the moods of an autumn afternoonWhere there's rise in a nightly glowBefore the winter comes in soonGlow of summer going on lowWith the morning coming in the eveningNothing else but dark to showAs the light to the forest will bring Night in its fire burning playSlowly on in its timeless spaceWhere the hours of morning is in grayOnly some glistens into few daysSparkling steps to the nightFalling feelings to answers goneWhat has come to be alright?To carry these footsteps on and on Darkish moods of shadows thingsLoneliness to have its tryTill the morning rises again and singsWith the hours of a fallen skyLove songs uncovering the soulLiving to every left and rightEvery feeling for a looking roleFrom the care of its lonely sight I was into that secret shadowOf the moods of an autumn afternoonWhere there's rise in a nightly glowBefore the winter comes in soonMany ways now on their runEvery aspect of the together goingNow there times without summer sunOnly shadows in low light glowing Darkish moods of shadowed thingsThe brightness in its goodbyeTill new hours rises again and sings


With new hope in the rising skyLove songs uncovering the soulLiving to every left and rightEvery feeling for a looking roleFrom the care of its coming bright (from my album: Something More) Peter S. Quinn


In Cold Mood (From Lullabies) Oh time here comes my song in cold moodTo lift up thoughts that has now gone awayBe to trice inspirations and its foodFor lure of days can never for long stayEach step of feeling toward long black armTowering shadows from outside windowsThe wintry ways and each its hazy charmThat from a reflect of its frosty glows The withering blossoms of innocentNow into the bleakness of grey are goneWith each its redolence and particle madePearl white bouquets of dark winter contentTwilights of tomorrow in its sleep drawnIn the many guise of gloom cloudy shade Peter S. Quinn


In Continuing Motions (From, Lullabies) I've found my heart in the eventideWith dosage of its freshness and quiet stillsWhere the airy vapors of drifting glideOver mountain clippings and nightfall hillsWith a morning song to fulfill me dreamsTo last of bliss of the evening skyIn the waves with hopes of the beamsThose through the gentleness moments now fly A morning that comes in songs quite newLike a lyric filling silence fresh dreamThat is born from the futures you walkIs heard in its virgin to reverie fewIn continuing motions and vary streamThat through every transition shall talk Peter S. Quinn


In Every Hour Of Its Dark In every hour of its darkThere are sunshine ways that'll sparkFrom the deep in the deepWhere the instances leapAnd the hours are always coming inWith their moments of fun and spinLove is so much in here everywhereThrough the magic of flowing air The sunshine of the coming dayWith the earth whiles footsteps playRising high in haze here aboveLike love that will come to give much ofEvery going that leaves on its ownAnd to earth pathways are only shownWhen the fall is with leaves of yellowAnd the day to the night says hello In every hour of its snow whiteWhen the somber moods through sky glideAnd clouds will be going to and froWithin the memories of past on glowWhen we remember yesterdays once moreLike the curves of moments from times doorLovely with lovely always onThrough every footstep of far now gone Peter S. Quinn


In Gray (From,134 Picture Poems) in graysleeping seamy island lives the salty tearspaint waveswith desiresin years gone Peter S. Quinn


In Harmony Play play in harmonyLives beat is going onOur urban symphonyTill days to past are goneDay and night a songWith singings of our tryAs we come on to longIn each our work and tie Our feet are in tuneThough playing far too roughAnd some are inopportuneNever coming to enoughLike wall flowers growThe town people liveTaking time fast and slowWith their loves to give There are no guaranteesEverything’s working fineFor those are mysteriesFor day to day assignWe have our hope to findAnd face an unlocked doorJust have an open mindIn a city of peace and war Peter S. Quinn


In Its Low Time And High In its low time and highEvery dream has been foughtFrom the hours of their tryThat the days have taught So much inside these waysWith believe of each ownFaith in romance and graceNever to their out shown In its wonderful dreamingWhen we try every reasonUnderstanding in its seemingTo go with each new season There were love songs heardWith so much in the singingAnd some the unspoken wordThose moments were bringing In those colorful triesExpecting something to comeBefore again it all fliesTo where time’s beauty is from With a note down to holdIn each lingering melodyThat never becomes too oldWhile our dreams here are free Peter S. Quinn


In Its Openness Way (From, Myspace) I love to singAnd to look aroundTo know about everythingThat I have here foundIt keeps me to yearnAnd wishes to knowWith every song learnThat from it shall grow I love to loveAnd feel its touchLike the clouds aboveIt gives freedom so muchAnd everything is newEach day and each nightIf your are always trueTo love desires flight I love to lookAnd hear the wind breezeNature is like a bookWith swaying grass and treesEverything is perfectIn its openness wayYou should never neglectTo have a look each day Peter S. Quinn


In Its 'Pa Rum Pum Pum' Beat The day is in its 'pa rum pum pum' beatFor the little drummer boy is now comingBanging his drum on the busy crowded streetWith his steady on - Christmas beat drummingEverybody's busy going their wayFinding presents - for their joy to upliftBefore the arrival of the holidayThat comes though glisten and makeshift Happy hours in the waking of the tideAnd carillon bells that are now ringingLetting us know how the windows are decked Something isn't right with drummer boy's strideIn how he holds back each hammers dingingMaybe he's showing the street pauper respect *(Little Drummer Boy: Lyrics Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pumA new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pumOur finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pumTo lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,When we come. Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pumI am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pumI have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pumThat's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,On my drum? Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pumThe ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum


I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pumI played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pumMe and my drum.) Peter S. Quinn


In Life Of Singing The beauty is soft in life of singingEach agate of pureness and livingAll ephemeral shining through givingAnd more of its freshness inside bringingDabbling and repeating waves of a thoughtThat's touching with combustion in their shapeTexture and border of eternal agapeThat has been imprinted or in repeating taught That salt of the feelings that grow like seedAnd agitates into constant springtimeFrom measures of love on to love's needIn lowness forgotten or its highest primeResonances of endless lessons and trialsFrom their worth in accomplishes or denials Peter S. Quinn


In Loves Red There is love song in this nightAs it goes by the moments stillHeart that is shattered in lightShall give of it longings fulfill Bright as the evening is buildThru every corner of shadowsAnd with confusion not tilledMoments rise into their glows The duo of two togetherIs always in loves redDreams of summer weatherInto each gardens bedLove songs of the eveningAll days of summer longTo every day is singingIn our heart beat song Playful are footsteps of wakingWhen dawn comes slowly inLight to darkness all makingTo every flow and all within Nothing to promise or keepAll is just wandering thruWild of dance from the deepSo much of old coming to new The days of two togetherIs always in loves redDreams of summer weatherInto each gardens bedLove songs of the eveningAll days of summer longTo every day is singingIn our heart beat song Hours of promise or nothing


Life that is ordered in confusionFootsteps in lost roughingCaptain despair and intrusion We must keep going on to findEach of its take and a whileThere may be some thought behindIn or out within their style There is love song in this nightAs it goes by the moments stillHeart that is shattered in lightShall give of it longing fulfill The duo of two togetherIs always in loves redDreams of summer weatherInto each gardens bedLove songs of the eveningAll days of summer longTo every day is singingIn our heart beat songIs always in loves red Peter S. Quinn


In Me There Is So Much Unknown In me there is so much unknown,The contrasting moods of nature;The footsteps into pasture grown,All the departures and mature.The saddest things in the weather,A working through a Gordian knot;Everything that's worse or better,The growth of life and the rot.In me there are stories untold,And pleasures I in feelings find;A gasp of breath I can not hold,Seeing of lights where I am blind.The stepwise walking down a lane,And seeing how autumn comes;The strain of anguishing my pain,I feel and to me in accords strums.In me there is this knowing,That nothing can be handled alone;For each notice is then going,To turn out to be a stepping stone. Peter S. Quinn


In Memories Retrieving – Sonnet I walked through the wasteland of frosty fieldTo find only a silvery rose of coldIts buds where many and some were still sealedAnd thorns of its rime where still icy to holdThe tangling realms of winter's dark blue skyAre now in those footsteps of a year leavingThey will soon walk the snow on to their goodbyeWith our hearts in memories retrieving This beautiful morning of copper-red daybreakShall move on in time and there be neglectedAnd another year born in to its new wakeThat no one before has liven or inspectedTheir rises and loss in vineyards or flurriesAlong with old forgotten years and worries Peter S. Quinn


In Memory Of Past Summers (From, Akhenaton, Iii) I If time stood stillFor dreams and thoughts,We never would succeed;They are to fulfillWhat wish has brought,The living way, a creed. We have no timeFor sorrow's pain,That drifts here anyway;Young in their prime,Seeking in vainAnd gone the coming day. All learn to knowAnd build on hopeThat never perhaps was,It vanishes and goes;Life loses rope,All dreams away then pass. II We will get by with our love and our dreams,There is no reason to think otherwise;Playing along with hearts or so it seems,All what we do is love in a disguise.One time we are rough the other we are smooth,Feelings through errors and a turning trial;Everything so simple and plain in its truth,No hurts or disappointments for a while.Then it happens, as clouded rainy days,Gray mornings come back again here;Dark sided corners and fate turning ways,Never clearly seen but always too near.What is the truth in all what has been done?With memories fading and the present soon gone.


III There is a wish in everythingAnd dreams they often come true,But how to keep them,Who knows how?This is all up to me and you. Remember this when days go byAnd memories are here,We know how we all did tryAnd gained just another year. There is a wish in everythingAnd to have dreams to build on,We must keep wishesClean and clear,Before each of them is gone. Hope is like - opening clear sky,With colors and true flair's;And like it - has the clouds that fly,And sometimes shedders tears. Remember this for it is so,As your life goes you will know. IV Close your eyes and find the moon,It's coming to you full of closeness;The ripeness of roots eager and fresh,It's coming through the soil soon. All old is new or into oblivion gone,Dried out in obstacles and prunes;What is left is knot less and done,For voices are chanting different tunes. Tomorrow sails ahead of dreams,That we found in footsteps long ago;


And time is the ever evolving stream,The starry nights those eternally glow. So are the moon and the owl of wisdom,Beholder you see what in your eyes bloom. V The arrow you sent,I'll give it backWith more meanings. If truth be foundIn your heart full of secretsYou gave meWith warm feelings. The depth of the skyDoes not know these feelings,But I aloneWhen I learn to openYour palm. Its love,Perhaps blind in rosy colors;For feelings,Quiver their shades. VI I'm not going to be won over,A poem is a poemTo me;With words that color my mind,It's poetry soft and sweetTo me.It's poetry sad that bleedsAnd no one can stop itFrom reaching my soul,Freshness is not due to timeOr words that rime;But to the concept of mind,


And so is poetryIt sets emotions free.The closeness of an open heartWhich from words they speak,To give a courage to weak;And poetry I give all this,For that is what the concept is,The free and unhindered wayThat emotion alone could lay. VII Be dreamy and rememberSummer flowersAnd the early morning dew,When dawnBears its lonely hoursJust alone with you. Remember the blue lightThat came with first gleamOf daybreak,The morning brightAfter a night dreamClose to you. Be dreamy and rememberFeelings you once bore,For they were trueInside there,In your remembranceOf all you hadClose to you. Like the tonesThat fades away,The soundBecomes unclear,The melodyYou once played,Alone with youAnd near.


VIII Oh shade away you fading rose,For summer now is done;I gladly accepted your color dose,But now your shades are gone. Like yesterdays in memoriesAre all you greenish leaves?And so are all the blooming treesIn autumn one now grieves. The yellow color you give meIs for this times occasion,Rest your beauty in fades of theeUntil new spring of season. I'll wait and have your joy once more,When days are bright and clear;To see you bloom on bedding floor,Once more to have you near. Oh fade away my dearly bloomI'll see you again next year,When once more becomes your groom:The summer we both will share. IX When death comesWith face full of sorrow,In the morning when the sky is blue;In the dawn before day,It will not make you suffer. When death comesUnclear into the night,It is lonely like a full moon:Pale and blue,Hidden behind darkly cloudsWhich passes by.


When death comesAnd you mourn what timeHas given you of hopes,There are shadowsFull of mirage,You did not see beforeOr ever since. When death comesWith white cloth to hide your sorrow. X So softYour lust for life,The airOf your deep soul,Trust has a meaningIn life. ForgivenessHas no meaning,If there is noComplete trust. Your skin,Your hair,Your everything;Like the groundI walk on,Like the waterI drink. I love you,It is not enoughTo say these words,Because experiencing themIs all. So softYour lust for life,


Difficult breathingThroughout our entire lives. XI I'm the voice of my heart,Through me my love will be:The first, the end, and the start,Whatever I fail not to see. The moments I have are frail,Each gone by another day;Love is my hope and my style,Until I go back my way. Bear with me mighty and weak,Those who'll speak and will not;We have resemblance to seek,Keep at the hope you've got. }€xˇ Peter S. Quinn


In My Dreams Awake I’m in my dreams awakeFull of craving and of playEvery summerset new takeFor my longings won't stayOh lose your heart againDrifting here out of sightAll our feeling were in vainEach of them wrong or right I am still crazy for your loveThat surrounds me and woundsLike the drifting clouds aboveSome of your inside aboundsMyriad are the crossing roadsEveryone sometimes frightens meWith their wanderings and loadsAnd everything that comes to be I am burning up like a fireOf feelings that get not throughEach longing and my desireIs countless going to there, too…I've try to stop many times to liveI admire something in your nameStill here I am - all of me to giveTouching you softly with my flame I’m in my dreams awakeFull of craving and of playEvery summerset new takeFor my longings won't stayOh lose your heart againDrifting here out of sightAll our feeling were in vainEach of them wrong or right Peter S. Quinn


In My Garden In my gardenAre many colors,With flowersAnd shadowsStanding still. In dreamy weatherWhen sun is shining,What could be better?Then just findingWhat lies behind the other hill? In my gardenWhere you are standing,Just find yourself,By asking questionsThrough work and skill. In dreamy whetherWhen rationalism is blinding,They go together,Imagination and right timing,And a freeborn will. In my gardenAre many colors. Peter S. Quinn


In My Heart - Memories In my heart I've found a wayLove that comes and goesPlayful times that won't stayLike days in their glows Love is here and then its goneAll dreams we rememberFalling leaves we just go onShadow ways in September Can you find a place of loveWhere everything´s goingLike some clouds so far aboveThat we see but aren't knowing Yesterdays they are here stillLike dreams of memoryIn tomorrow hopes they might fulfillAnd give us love to be In my heart I've no doubtOnly love and burning desireWhere old days still run aboutIn their dance and fire Love is here forever moreThough we are not knowingLike waves on the open shoreSome come and others are going Peter S. Quinn


In My Night Of Night In my night of nightFalling down in daysWhere shadows take flightAnd momentarily playsAll that is so frightfulWith moon rising highIn its emotions dullDon't ask questions whyFor its dark and deepOld for eyes to seeInside thoughts to keepIn each lives opportunity So much in the makingThrough night to morningWhen we are still wakingWith a heart of yearningNothing's worth of cryingOnly trust and showingAll life is about dyingBefore we are each goingDreams that don't up fillOnly make us wonderWhen comes another hillFor us all to ponder In my night of nightFalling down in daysWhere shadows take flightAnd momentarily playsThere is no story endingThat we haven't triedWith confessions blendingKnots that made and tied Peter S. Quinn


In My Own Way Every word for every dayIs all I have to giveThis and that in my own wayIs how I come to liveWhat you find might be trueIn every footstep goingThose could be for me or youOur prints there out showing Every feel is a touch to meTo make and do each timeSo much of love that is freeIn colors of its primeYou know you feel as much tooWith everything you areWith what a day is in renewFrom the close or to afar Each opportunity on the roadIs only for a short whileTake of your shoes and loadSo much lies hidden in beguileThere is no time to changeThe world outside that is oldBut you can adjust and rearrangeWhat you in a footstep hold Peter S. Quinn


In New And Old Day and nightnever the same,into new life's flightof a burning flame.Nothing's returningto its beginning,only its yearninginside is singing. Love is hereand then it's gone,to somewheregoing on and on.Life is a beatof times flight,into life streetand back to night. A story toldfor every one,in new and oldand then it's gone.Fly your primeto another shore,don't lose its timefor evermore. In new and oldthat comes and goes,you cannot holdits burning glows.For it is existenceof times living flame,and goes into blanchof never the same. Peter S. Quinn


In October (From Coradoba) In OctoberSweet love was inWith the moon in blueAnd turning shadows My windowKept the cold outsideOf nearly frost earthAnd shivering leaves The birds have flownTo somewhereAnd the bare branchesAre longing for next spring Peter S. Quinn


In Openness Through (Sonnet) The impressive days of love are going byWith the wings to fly in their true aboutIn openness through the blue and cloudy skyAnd carrying their freshness without any doubtThe moments that to silences have givenThe voices of the heart and fields of greenWhen eternity passes or is livenOf their beats of endures and between When the woods are carried with the freshly airOn the winds of fragrance breathy so sweetAnd each dissensions comes to closure hereThrough leaves of the golden-red that have bleatTo our autumn that carries openness onThrough winter's shallow time till those are gone Peter S. Quinn


In Quiet Dark (From,134 Picture Poems) in quiet darkthis sadness day teardrops slip throughon forlorn flowers know the deep heartnow alone Peter S. Quinn


In Reversed Moonlight (From, Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) In reversed moonlightWhere memories get tossed,There is no wrong or rightBoth somehow will be lost;Like night becomes a dayAnd dark resolves in light,There comes another dayAs some have lost their flight. The moments are so fullOf emptiness and space,Moonlight often will pullIn two reversed ways;You will not find your luckWhen mind is not set straight,Be for a long time in murkTill some there will abrogate. In reversed moonlightYou see things so differently,Like Icarus in his last flightLost raptness to become free;Thoughts are in a fantasyShadows grow and glide,The question remains to beIn a mood that will provide. Peter S. Quinn


In Shadows Of Stillness The leaping streams of all gone yesterdaysAre always with us in memories stillLike a posy of silent gold clay thrillWith everything that in a thought playsThe slowness of forgetful feathers graysIn shadows of stillness remembrance frillEach hour in lathered up destiny fillThat shows its gifts in ground of many laysWhere there's nothing always in its waitingOf dreams that come to be forever lostThough always with this knowledge debatingBroken route or another that gets crossedSo much in wandering searching that stoppedOr was with the ordinary days dropped Peter S. Quinn


In Silence - Sonnet In silence rising dawn on the horizonWith the floating ocean's waves going byI feel as if eternity is still onIn billows high and in the cloud going skyWhere night meets the twilight of a new turnIn curves of shading flow of sleeping earthWhere the reddish yellow colors again burnWith flickering flames in nocturnal birth Shadows dancing on waves of the seaBringing to the shore every distance goFragrances of seaweed in eternityOf the moving tides in their to and froLike a bird flying above the clouds driftingMy thoughts to timeless heights are lifting Peter S. Quinn


In Still Purveyor (Haiku) In still purveyorwhite frosty winter's layers-in glisten prayers Peter S. Quinn


In Summer Woods Now the hours are summer in brightWith love songs of days going throughThe woods are in green foliage lightEvery day in the sunshine renew The flowing of tinctures is hereWhere dreams go about in their playingThere are color blossoms everywhereShades of dark and fair in weighing Oh dreams come and make no mistakeYour playfully sounds are sweepingIn morning of wonders summer's wakeThose hours of daybreak are keeping Each yonder is in a faraway blueMaking the sky -lovely dark and deepAll colors are now awaking and trueFor the hours of pleasures to keep Peter S. Quinn


In Sunshine Ways In sunshine waysthis autumn comes,beautiful ember daysin its full blossoms.Blue reddish raysthrough the sky going,these are the daysof September glowing. On to my heartfeelings are calling,with its new startlike leaves are falling.The sky is emberso far and so wide,now it's Septemberfor red yellow sight. Singing a melodybirds that are parting,tunes in their freefor winter is starting.Love is here allto life that's gone,longings and Fallto carry times on. Peter S. Quinn


In The After Midnight Hour In the after midnight hourWhere changes do occurWhere darkness has its powerWhere skins returns to fur The beast comes back aliveAnd the eyes begin to slowDark shadows there arriveAnd flickering lights will go In the after midnight hourWhere time stood almost stillThe Secrets open their flowerAnd keep your dreams until The dawn with light is hereLast glimpse from tired moonThe taste of night and flareIs forgotten in their dark ruin Flames from flickering candlesThe shadows grow wider moreUntil daylight again ignite handlesThe opening of new dawn's door Into the morning of a new dayWhere colors grow and clearShadows that couldn't on stayAre no longer with me now near Peter S. Quinn


In The Blue Evening (From, The River Sings On) In the blue evening,I wanted to dance;Stars like pearls - string,At their firstborn glance.The nightingale sang,With a colorful tune;As shadows wide sprang,Into darkish afternoon. At the evenings end,Orange colors of ray;With the blue did amend,As night opened its gateway.The vivid morn will come,With the voices of dawn;At freshness and lightsome,It's fingers again spawn. Turn on love of a heart,Where night stars recall;Their dreaming flowchart,In a distance con frontal.Turn on colors of love,Like the lights faraway;They glow and twinkle above,Till again there's new day. Peter S. Quinn


In The Blue Night In the blue nightWhere a dream gazesLove has started a flightThat life all amazesDream thoughts to stayIn longing of slumberA glow in a faraway rayCountless in its number Where feeling all shineAnd bring bright moonA love I can’t defineBut day will show on soonAll whispers of the breezeIn snowy whitish snowAmong the winter treesThat now in dawn will glow Our feelings in the deepThat flow on and onFor moments we both keepTill they are all goneWishful thinking throughAll days and night darkA love that’s almost trueWhen stars to dim spark Peter S. Quinn


In The Center - Sonnet In the center of this are wings to be foundEvery heart's in love emerald asideThat come here in its way and turns aroundEvery flight that has been missed in its glideWhat is the world if not deep in its glowing?Giving transport through the ardor of timeReaching goals in its powers and its goingLosing out when it is not there in prime You are my darling sweetness of the loveEverything that I am is for youLike the stars shining and going here aboveSo is everything in this quite so trueLove is the road to the steeps of our heartWhere the feelings of new morning will start Peter S. Quinn


In The Dark Garden All the branches are oldIn this garden of treesNowhere futures to holdIn uncertainty of guarantyGrass grows always darkIn the wonderment of diffuseCreditability is its sparkFilling tongues with its clues Pure as moments of gleamEvery worth conqueredNothing is what it seemBetween lines be awardedFancy hold passing outsideArchitecture of open spaceSilences in their rideWith their many knotting lace The hour is becoming oldWith earth in music reflectionShadows that a day can't holdEvery occurrence selectionVoices low to answered windWhere it comes - where it goesDisciplined and thick-skinnedTo and fro to the ears flows Dedicated to Octavio Paz Peter S. Quinn


In The Days Of Quietness In the days of quietnessFrom memories confined wingsWithin love of caressAnd themes of gone stringsWhere your beauty swift aroundWith its carefree flamesAnd some love was there foundIn those eyes and names Flowing cups of summer setIn the wantons of airWhere no passion had regretOf being freely thereFor the dance of libertyGave the roses of redSome just for you and meFrom bouquets garden bed When we were young in gratesTo now deep then boundOr tangled in our debatesThose through years are foundOnly tipple beauty to adjustWithin our voice steepLike the flowering of AugustIn their morning sleep In the days of young sweetAt summer tinting flowingEverything seemed completeAnd worthy in its knowingWhen you were young as IWith new dreams to embraceThe boundless open blue skyOf the many adored days Peter S. Quinn


In The Days Of The Days In the days of the days going byWhere dreams are not sheets to be readOnly clouds in the misty open skyThose are going to the times far ahead To be something for others to seekFrom the given of futures not bornWe can only think about not to speakOf those edges in time still unworn Every hour that´s a walking clock beatThrough time of twelve numbers to a dayAnd are given to a life for a treatIn every heart of the moment to play That will go on and be of an eveningWhen the feelings are felt goingWith something from time still bringingMemories and thoughts you’re knowing Days that's not born but coming hereIn their futures and wishes to findWhen each moment of theirs is nearAnd the others gone by left behind Peter S. Quinn


In The Days Of The Past In the days of the pastThere were roses sweetWith loves colors castIn the hue reddish treatFading into blue dreamOf the blooming besideWith a new spring's themeWhere winters once glideColdness is again awayFrom a new spring moodBringing out each grayFrom gloomy dark bluedCloudless horizon of dawnRising from drowsy sightComing into valley's lawnWith the first gleam of lightMoments are present stillIn the gentleness of sleepLater with voices to fillAnd the date again to reap Peter S. Quinn


In The Deep Blue Sky Close of from you there is always somethingDreams faraway - though twice is more than enoughLike time passes by to a world that will sing In something that's happening all over the worldBrining to the ground what from inside is trueFootsteps going around to thinking once hurled The playful of pulls to the up and the closingAnd bringing away what they thought they foundEvery aspect of happening in very first arousing And bring to the distanceEvery cloud faraway in the deep blue skyWith so much hazy of dreams that will tryWith so much hazy of dreams going there byTo bring to the distance To find what was once without any falling doubtAnd giving enough of spaces there all betweenThose go around in their wandering ways and about In their hours of departing or stayingWith every embrace of their opportunityLike feelings that come for their unityAnd everyone is finding inside of each ownFor a while for a while In something that's happening all over the worldBrining to the ground what from inside is trueFootsteps going around to thinking once hurled And bring to the distanceEvery cloud faraway in the deep blue skyWith so much hazy of dreams that will tryWith so much hazy of dreams going there byTo bring to the distance To the goings of my dreams in the faraway


Taking believes to its trail of another dayIn the hours that come with each play In something that's happening all over the worldBrining to the ground what from inside is trueFootsteps going around to thinking once hurled And bring to the distanceEvery cloud faraway in the deep blue skyWith so much hazy of dreams that will tryWith so much hazy of dreams going there byTo bring to the distance And bring to the distanceEvery cloud faraway in the deep blue skyWith so much hazy of dreams that will tryWith so much hazy of dreams going there byTo bring to the distance And bring to the distanceEvery cloud faraway in the deep blue skyIn the deep blue sky *(Remember this is a lyric... The other part of my writing output is lyric writingand it’s as large as my poetry writing. However my largest output is writingmusic... Please Google 'Peter S. Quinn' If you’d like to see more. Thanks for yourtime. Peter) Peter S. Quinn


In The Evening Light Where memories goIn their nocturnal flightOf tomorrow's glowFlutes of yesterdaysOn wings of yearningTheir intimate playsOn the reddish burning Playful gust and sweetAnd memories from pastLove songs that pleatOn the oceans so vastDreams on their wingsStill remembered someAs their melody singsOn the spring blossom In the dawn of brightOf the coming morningNew tunes of the lightWe shall be learningBut remember beautyFrom the gone long-agoEvening light melodyIn its tones fine row Peter S. Quinn


In The House Of The Abyss Summer is going with comely branchesTurning back into the dark moments modeWith thoughts of flowers in numbly chancesThe slow half light voices of winter's odeElements have given sleepiness kissInside silence from the feelings clammyPassing during the noon's butterflies blissWith the heavens sunset shadows whammy Regions of aurora coiled with the deepHours of daybreak sleeping in with dim toneCarrying moonshine of the bluish thimblefulIn the house of the abyss spring will sleepWith the brimming colors and joys aloneAnd tormenting silence the hours to pull Peter S. Quinn


In The Huge Blue (From, The River Sings On) In the huge blue,Are my wandering ways;What is true and untrue,Through the inter ray plays.On to the clouds softly,It never will stay;The air full and lofty,- Day after day. Nothing is staying,It's all eternally gone;With your mind playing,Till it's clear and done.The vultures' banquet,In a garden with looks;To the mind agglutinate,Until it - to it hooks. Into new spring's call,Alleys of living flesh;The stranded districts befall,For the new and the fresh.Turning dusty dawn rips,Dissolution of their faces;Desiring coming apocalypse,Beginning new abolishes. Peter S. Quinn


In The Love Of Each Tomorrow There is love in the love of each tomorrowWith all a stranger can give from to knowThe words of your feelings, in times borrowWill come as they must and then again goIf nowhere is created anywhere aroundYou will lose every view of the going beatSomething else than love - is then there foundThat's not for a passion to give or treat Round the squares - through the corners of lifeThere are shapeless forms for each new turnEvery hour's sidewalks scene on to strifeUntil from something in life you will learnA heart is close to the signs of each touchAnd its gives to its being just as much Peter S. Quinn


'In The Name Of My Innocence And Diaper' In the name of my innocence and diaperStop this trespassing and warfare death danceTake away your tall guns like sky-viperAnd give me and mommy a survival chanceDon't go breaking my heart to shattering dustLet me have opportunities in livingBuild up tomorrows in hope we've lostI'll make you proud someday of your givingJust grant me a chance to grow up and be freeAt the birthplace my parents entrusted me forLet me prosper with the gift inside of meSettle you disgruntlement in peace not warMy innocent father and siblings are goneBut still you carry quarreling on and on Peter S. Quinn


In The Night Tonight In the night tonightThere is sweetness for youWhen every thought is so rightIn its closeness and trueWhen the heart is a beatGoing about in its loveWith every tune it’ll needDrifting in dreams far above In this night of oursWhen the moonshine glowsWith times shadows flowersOf thoughts love knowsAnd the time is of caringFor every hour we giveIn our closeness and daringFor the passion to live This is what we areEmotions falling to beTwinkling back like starsIn the eyes we seeSo much love there to tellBring it up from a craveWe together in a spellYes it is love and it is save Peter S. Quinn


In The November Circling Ways In the November circling waysSurrounded by dark nothingnessThe hours of its deep blue graysWith not much of hope or caressThe coils of these trials in rimeSnowy footsteps onward goingIce of high evening darkish primeWhere frost mirrors alley's glowing Its time between lighting statesOf frontiers in blissful twinklingThe moments of darkish debatesIn snowy fall air besprinklingWhen light bulb to a light will showAll those merry glowing sparking eyesOf indefinite day in icy snowIn weather of confronted surprise The night is to profound to holdWith many its unknown trespassingWhen day to night dream shall unfoldIn its shadowy dance crevassingYawning longs of snowy far routesOn to the isolated distance breachLike rivers of glistening fade-outsThat hard in this cold is to reach Peter S. Quinn


In The Palm Of Space (From, Poet On Www) In the palm of space,There are distances growing;In many unknown ways,Thoughts are born and going.Within the minutes fire,Overturn a scattered page;The turning wheels don't tier,In a time without an age. In the palm of light,Clear-cut and straight line;And forever chromocyte,In the colors melting brine.Within everything born,As it dissolves there around;And together lights are sworn,In a contriving battleground. In the palm of falls,Within the planetary salts;Future to us nameless calls,With its ways and gestalts.What has not been worn,And is out there to be found;From what is never forlorn,Only a busy rapid round. Peter S. Quinn


In The Space That Lies Between Us (A Lyric) In the space that lies between usThere's something no one knowsIn the space that is within youSomething always onward grows You don't need to be lonelyIf memories do carry onWhat your story used to beBut for now's all past and done River flows to forgetfulnessOr to were all thought goesMemories of you become lessIf no thought from it glows Stop your way into a rainbowFind your love that passes byYou will always feel and knowIf it is going to live or die In the space that lies between usI have found indifference thereCan we survive any deep loss?If our feelings are nowhere near In the space that lies between usThere's something no one knowsIn the space that is within youSomething always onward grows Peter S. Quinn


In The Spirit Go go away in the spiritFly through the wind troubles awayCradles of time in its acclimateMeeting the shape of air and day Exchanging sweet messages of soulsGliding the rays asunderUninhabited forests and rolesLike light feels in sky of thunder Elements of nature callingSinging a holy hymn of beingSoft notes in melodies fallingChorus of freedom seeing Peter S. Quinn


In The Still Of Time In the still of time,before darkness comes softly- with its melody. In the still with you,with heartbeats of passing timelove's eternally. Life's a mystery,glow time and a deep darkness- coming and going. A heart in a heart,the beats of eternal love- nothing can destroy. Going on and on,everything that is passing- but never the same. Peter S. Quinn


In The Times That Goes On There are times there are dreamsWith every day as we knowThere are feelings like streamsOf beats that come and goEvery day like distance acrossSpaces between our heartsEvery moment in its instance lossFrom the ways it once starts Circling round somewhere foundIn the times that goes onFeelings bound to their poundTill its beat are almost done Every opening through and wideTo yesterdays of memoriesWhere in thoughts they still abideFilling heart with wishing easeRise and fall to lonely roadsEvery day that we can't hold on toSomething done a lost gone loadFor the hours of the coming newWith the dreams and hopes to unfoldIn the clearance of open waysStories living some still untoldAs their coming like steady phase Circling round somewhere foundIn the times that goes onFeelings bound to their poundTill its beat are almost done Every day like distance acrossSpaces between our heartsEvery moment in its instance lossFrom the ways it once starts Tomorrow in its fields unknownComes to deliver with its trust


The many states of what is shownSome to ripe and others lost In the times that goes and goes Peter S. Quinn


In The Twisting Days Of The Coming Dark There are strangely thoughts that go on hereIn the twisting days of the coming darkValidation of moods everywhereThat in to your days and belief now parkThough morning is dark and breaking out slowWith its partly light throughout the glisten skyEach hour that passes has its temperate glowUnstill the evening in its transcends fly Every hour is broad in its sub-mainstreamAt times beyond themes of old outlook goneFeelings of unconscious godliness dreamsShall carry me through to the passionate onLike a truthful hold these passions are givingEach form their beat that finds its own living Peter S. Quinn


In These Lonely Days There's Nothing Like You In these lonely days there's nothing like youWhen the law of restlessness chance shall flameThe heart is inconstant danger to be throughAnd its troubling in beats that are the sameWhen fragile's the mind and lost for summer vertsIn dreams of shadows flickering reflectionsFrom those occasions that come when winter flirtsIn dark clouds breaking up and rejections These darkish days that was drawn from autumn's fireIn feelings deep like axis from dim flowersEach thought in light here of mans inner desireOf emptiness and wanderings alone hoursWith a heart full of shading daggers heartbeatTo be drawn among shadows of empty street Peter S. Quinn


In Tick Of Times (From, The Songsters Lyrics) Like time comes it passes too soon awayIn tick of times that dwells not for longWith feelings there and ease of every songThat sings with love and kindness in its playThe hours may be found with every aimAnd think of truth that dwells in its short whileOf understood found inside each beguileTo give and take of the moment's going flame What causes time to go on forward still?In moment's of toiling unfaltering onAnd give the ways of longing to fulfillBefore those stays are forever all gone?Each fondness is causing every givingAnd therefore we are in steadfast living Peter S. Quinn


In Time’s Lullaby I am restful in time’s lullabyThat gives away its dreams freeAnd opens up my wistful eyeIn clearing of thoughts with me Love song that so softly fallsFilling the air with its harmonyAnd into these instances callsTo me for my soul - at rest to be RefrainTime is like a lovely tuneComing in so softlyMy new thoughts to pruneTo become so loftyI often wonder how it’s going to beI often wonder what today I’ll see O gives me more of evening castFlying in strength to dream landSome forever complete to its lastWith feelings anew to understand RefrainTime is like a lovely tuneComing in so softlyMy new thoughts to pruneTo become so loftyI often wonder how’s going to beI often wonder what today I’ll see Wistful things in the horizonFor this original day to comeTo carry my moods on and onWhere do they all come from? Where do they all come from?


Peter S. Quinn


In Times Crevassed (From Minutes Of Falling Days) Out tonight to the sky redA fly of clouds broughtWhere sunshine evening had bledThe day's thought flightOh come my heart and bring joyFrom yesterdays now goneLet never hatred destroyThe shining of pleasures shone Be here with me through darkAnd on going milky waysWhere twinkling stars will sparkTheir dust on glowing raysThe morning shall come here afterWith stillness of the clearThrough the open rooftop's rafterWith cleanness everywhere Through the very distant pastDreams have gone to liveShowing ways in times crevassedFor songs of tomorrow to give Peter S. Quinn


In Times Of Going Where the day is clearing and the night is inOne way to the ocean of our destinyIn the heart of my driving to another roadWhere I felt I was not before or sinceIn times of going and drift faraway Love was young then in the heart of many daysFeeling something inside to give a callIn the ways that I go and followWhen I feel this burn insideIn times of going and drift faraway Every road path is harder to reachWhen the effects are coming onEvery day is another step going Days are dry in the steps of each our dreamWhen there is nothing in its returnOnly heartaches of the steps to followAs we try to find whatever we canIn times of going and drift faraway Let me give you a return to feelingsWhere they are brooding inside from sleepEvery day gets no longer in its startingNothing to hold to when the dreams go way In times of going and drift farawayIn times of going and drift faraway Peter S. Quinn


In To The Distance I Run In to the distance I runAway from the trouble ahead,Where there is no ambitionJust what my fate will embed. Let me not go though too farCome every thought to be true,So I will have it for memoirWhen it is gone and past due. In to the days there aheadHours and my minutes will go,All what once here was saidWho will then care or know. Keep though the dreams aliveI have made some of my own,So when late moments arriveThey're the once that are shown. In to forgetfulness we must dieSome will though stand for sure,Why must we say good byeAnd what is a dream then all for? Peter S. Quinn


In To The Night - Sometimes In to the night my dreams goLight that is mellow and fallingI have forgotten their glowAnd each footstep strollingMake me now happy tomorrowInto their workings rightThere must never be again sorrowTo a low hours flight Dream must stay and never leaveOnly be ours to giveThrow away here now its heaveLet's come together and liveNight felt so close sometimesIn to the dark and forgottenMoments of well being climbsFrom those steps often trottin' Let it not happen againFelling that lonesome grayThen has my hope been in vainLeft every outlook astrayNight is sometimes like shelterGiving its dark compassionIn to its many shadows welterWith voices of hope clashin' - in the making -Partly inspired by, When The Night lyric by Paul McCartney Peter S. Quinn


In Ways Of This In ways of thisMy heart beats onIn colored blissOf dreams gone Were once was youOf freshness highAnd all that's trueIn blue night sky In ways tomorrowThat soon be hereIn lost diminuendoOf our yesteryear Like falling roseIn fragrance sweetOur moment goesTo a silent beat Peter S. Quinn


In Winter's Bereft No one is leftonly me and my memoires,in winter's bereftof leafless tress. My days are all goinginto the lost,summer once glowingnow it has crossed. Life is a memorytimes aren't still,the roads on are freefor others to fulfill. Merry go 'roundsisters and brothers,new times are foundgone are the others. Each time and waysgiving so much,memorable daysmagical their touch. Through years' timewe had its treasures,life was in prime- many its pleasures. Peter S. Quinn


In Your Mind There is nothing lessThat you won't findIn your caressIts flowers of heartEverything of pureRight from its startThat’s for sure Love like no otherOnly of withinFor sister and brotherTheir heart to winSuch is all pleasureFeelings of joyTruest of treasureNever to destroy In Your touchAll is within eachLove that gives muchDelight to teachThis is the beatTo reach out forWalking its streetAlways for more Peter S. Quinn


In Your Own Way – You Drive Me Crazy Every star might be a falling starUntil the time comes here again to give and to believeFrom closeness of their glittering and till they are afarYou have your love thoughts and you have your own grieve Every dream is away in their goingGiving much of every deepness of each your new desireFalling through the times that are of past but are still flowingWithin the aims of your own heart going higher There's so much there for nothing but surrenderIn those feelings that are memories todayYour heart's aching beat and in its tenderEvery footstep you took in your own way Love sometimes waits in the backgroundWith the dreams that seem faraway but remain there reachable stillComing closer to what it truly is when once more it's foundEvery story that is lost in its thrill In your own way Every star might be a falling starUntil the time comes here again to give and to believeFrom closeness of their shimmering and till they are afarYou have your love thoughts and you have your revive Every footstep that you took was in your own wayYou drive me crazy with those memories today Peter S. Quinn


Incidental Dreams (Rhythmicon - 50 Lead SheetsWith Poems) Incidental DreamsWith days and days ahead,In loneliness the hour seemsNo blooming in the garden's bed;My longings for other things to beWith these dimly moods,The stimuli of a leafless treeAnd shadows that alludes. Incidental DreamsLost in the nowhere land,With flickering dully beamsAnd dark horizon in backhand;All is in a song of night moodLonely footsteps in the snow,A world in winter's attitudePearl like glistening frosty glow. Incidental DreamsThe night in the window glass,A sleeping and dream regimesThe time's other hourglass;I drift away into spaceWhen sleeping I go to this,A hour minute anyplaceYou dream and therefore it is. Peter S. Quinn


Independence (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) You walk your shoes on the laneWith twisted thoughts you knowThat salt is in your grainWith everything you showThe upside is your mood still onAngry stairs of your besetSummer gloomy giving and doneYou have the face to regretLike silver threads in the sunEach shadow dance wideThere is no walking the funOr steps to garden's abide You see me broken in my eyesOf bowed head and shaking kneesThere are no peaty outside liesThose sway a little like the treesThe haughtiness that must be tiredAnd awfully hard to acceptIs only the certainty of the criedShoulders falling in rejectNight is the shoot with my own wordsSteal bowed and weakenedI had once gold shells spurtsOf pumping and digging' its sheen end Stairs up the stains I still climbMeeting the surprise on the stillImpulse of serenity in its whimTo give of its moons to fulfillLike huts in histories nameWelling the past on its rootsOf diamonds that dance in the flameOf their flickering glaring nudeSomething to bring the riftsTimes of the oceans down leapA clear in the rise and the shiftsWhere everything comes that is deep


Peter S. Quinn


Independently (From My Musical, This Is My Life) Reach to each new mysteryTimes are like an open bookStories in every historyEverywhere around to lookExceptionally inside findDays are coming from old ageThis and that be left behindAs they each carry their weightWhat it is that makes a sayBreaking the points and bendingFill your mind with todayAnd what has been amendingCarry over each thought and mindKnot the way all differentlySo much to be left behindWhen you walk the way independently When you walk the wayIndependently Peter S. Quinn


Indian Summer (Haiku) Fragile and small things,They mean all so very much- Indian summer. Peter S. Quinn


Infinite Eternity Infinite eternityWhat will be shall beAlways within its reachAccomplishment to teach Never ending time’s endEvery going turningThat we know and comprehendWe are always learning Peter S. Quinn


Inner Constellations The leaping stream of yesterdays awayScents gold sprays of wandering aromaAbandoned land of summer flowing dayEach colors shade and rainbow's diplomaThe flowers that have been handing their loveTo eyes and light every lover knowsEach delight the fiery heart is made ofThat to the inner constellations glows This burned up form, kissing and weaving shadeWhose blooms are gathering to the white snowWith their incessant feel and tendernessEach multifarious to nothingness conveyedThat once was in coloration to showIs now moldering to ground work caress *- under construction - Peter S. Quinn


Innocence And Desire (From,134 Picture Poems) innocence and desireillusions of my thoughtsforsaken into realization hollow like our earsis the sifting destiny Peter S. Quinn


Inside Everyone's Heart (From, Myspace) I have got my blue eyesTo coil the night awayAnd open up the skiesThat meets the coming day Filling dreams with dawnClimbing thru to lightTo my love be drawnWhen the time feels right There is a love song out thereInside everyone's heartIt’s singing to give and shareBy sending its love sweet dart The feelings that'll start to growIf you will show it its needTo some people outside even flowIf they have the way to read I have got my reddish lipsTo sooth in watery waysWhen the raindrops above dripsFrom clouds of rainy grays Calming dryness of earthDirecting the flow from plightWhen times are of equal worthAnd coming into the sight Peter S. Quinn


Inside My Winter Inside my winterOf darkness gleaming nightWhere cold’s now in rime tinterWith not much lightMy dreams are going winglessThru abysses of frostAnd tones of shades songlessThat autumn had lost Inside those going nowhereOf all my thoughts regainTheir footsteps close adhereIn loneliness and strainO spring tomorrow’s sunshineNow come again and singAnd draw your sweetness lineAround my fire ring Inside my lonelinessWhere heart beats are depressedIn winter’s achinessThat once summer caressedMy dreams are drifting cloudsOn roadways to aheadI walk among the crowdsAnd leaves from autumn’s bed Peter S. Quinn


Inside Of Me A garden of nightUntil it glowsWhen there's daylightAs the dark goesLike life all isDim and sunriseIn its eternal blissOf love and ties Now I'm lonelyAs hours go byIf you were here onlyNot saying goodbyeI'd be bringingIn heartbeats of gleeAnd my heart singingTo have you by me A garden of sorrowFor what's goneTo some tomorrowThough I still go onMy heart oh lifeThere's much agonyIn distress strifeInside of me Peter S. Quinn


Inside These Moods - A Song Inside these moodsOf ever returningFlying through timbersAll of their ownLove in the framesInside there burningWhat is there knownThat hasn't been shownThe flowers of dustEternally fallingDeath rows insideFrom the thoughts callingWho is it here?That is going nowhereAlways bringing upWhat timely comes downYou are just thisLonesome like a flowerSlowly on to a kissWhat comes and goesYou won't surely miss ChorusDon’t spill to dryness rootsTokens of your peaceLove songs will come and goInside every leaseLonely ways are footsteps awayWith its on to on treasonGive your heart let it here playEverything comes with a reason Outside these windmillsTimes don't tellWhat’s up on the hillsNor down in hellYou may be transferringAlong each trotting routeAll the moods steering


Black bearing fruitsThe crows in the treesNot flying todayThe longing that freesWith them to sayWho is it here?That is going nowhereAlways bringing upWhat timely comes downYou are just thisLonesome like a flowerSlowly on to a kissWhat comes and goesYou won't surely miss ChorusDon’t spill to dryness rootsTokens of your peaceLove songs will come and goInside every leaseLonely ways are footsteps awayWith its on to on treasonGive your heart let it here playEverything comes with a reason Peter S. Quinn


Inside This Dream (From Coradoba) Inside this dreamThere are flower cast goingDownward coldness streamIcy crystals flowingYou could give me your beamIn a blue between glowWhere the dark shadows seemAlways on the go Inside your brain turnThere is reasons outsetAs the clouds in evening burnAnd more reddish they getI will wait for you stillWith my beat going onDreams and thoughts to spillTill they are all gone Inside nights that wakeWhilst I am a sleepIn new purposes to takeAnd old ways to keepI have given this my love songTo the dreams of much dimIn my heart I’ll longAnd outside reasons skim Peter S. Quinn


Inside-What Never Gets Old Love is just like a glowComing before the sunsetWaves of the onward flowWhere water and stone meetLeaves of growing treesFlowers in the new bedClouds drifting in the breezeColors the rainbow bled Just like you and meAnything which is trueRespect that comes to beAlways quite and throughSunday mornings so fairSilently logging there onSummer's sweetness in airEvery day's delighted fun Each of the hours that playsWith our heart and beatGiving what never staysSpring coming to each streetSomething you can not holdFilling your soul and enjoyedInside - what never gets old?Desires that never are destroyed Peter S. Quinn


Intertwined Into Duskiness Only the lonely will knowHow every love shall go?Never again to returnAlways in memories yearnSweet and easy as you areEveryone has their doubtDrifting like the clouds afarWandering thoughts about Moon in the dark delightfulWe are like paths and roadsJoyous and sometimes so dullWith our pleasures and loadsEyes like little windows glowIntertwined into duskinessBlazing fires of yesterday's flowOr tomorrow coming in fresh Only the lonely will knowHow every love shall go?Never again to returnAlways in memories yearnSorrow braids tightly the nightWere warmth rose on commandOnce there were stars brightTo give and to understand Peter S. Quinn


Into Creativity (From,134 Picture Poems) into creativitya world ofaltered spin contrasttheir trickles thoughtsflowing brim and burst quenching cellsthe single mind Peter S. Quinn


Into My Own Into my ownWhere dark is too dark,Light is not shownOnly its spark;Tolling a roseA pomegranate,Time away goesThe hour is late. The blue sculled gapedThrough background filed,Shadowed landscapedFrom within compiled;Into my ownIn lost stalactites,Forgotten grindstoneFound and lost flights. Into my ownOpening the deep,Fertilized axoneSow what you reap;This is your eveningFainting wilted eyes,Morning shall singIn a different disguise. Peter S. Quinn


Into New Dream Ways Into new dream waysFresh comes the nightAs the evening light playsIn its last going flight Dream to dream perfectionIn every time’s glowThru realities rejectionThat now is on its go On to the dreamy skyMy thoughts are now runningAsking no question whyColors are so awakening Floating my ship from shoreGoing to dreams far landFor beauty more and moreThose only thoughts understand Come with my boat alongTo the afar fairytalesWith its magical sea songIn its weaving’s promenades Where the feelings are trueJust like the splendid dayFor every reflection’s renewThat comes thru its way Peter S. Quinn


Into Passing Days – A Song Love me for what I’m nowThough you can’t more touch giveLet me feel you somehowWith a reason enough to liveNothing else matters dearBut to see I am still neededFeelings are always in hereI just need inside to read it Love oh love into the nightWhy have you left me alone?The sun can't shine on brightOn a lonely cobble stoneFlowers in their rusty shadeTheir falling leaves glowingLife is such an uneven bladeJudgments of times going Love! - though you are goneInto this shadows grieveOur memories are never doneThey’ll become our believeI have felt the hand of coldInto passing days of sorrowBut I know my faith I'll holdYet on to – our tomorrow Peter S. Quinn


Into Reality (To Oscar Act 5) Everything that goes up comes down sameWinning and losing is exactly what it acclaimSo try what you want to its going to beWhat you thought different isn't differentlyOnly something else for you and me Giving what you can giveAnd living in the way you can liveSo you can always be freeAlways be free Much to need in its common way groundFilling the needs of every new turningSomething to do what you have foundEverything has its route in learningYou may be here to turn things aroundAnd giving your senses to each reasonWith every though to the earth boundEach has its time and its season Trying our best to be in the open seenAnd everything else perhaps in betweenThis is to accomplish from this to thereWe are all making the differences here There is so much to build upMaking the promises grow not stopSo you can always be freeAlways be free Much to need in its common way groundFilling the needs of every new turningSomething to do what you have foundEverything has its route in learningYou may be here to turn things aroundAnd giving your senses to each reasonWith every though to the earth boundEach has its time and its season


Rise to the open and the promise skyFeeling the earth beneath your wingsYou are the one to go on to the highMaking your way and attach the stringsEverything we build must endure strongLive to its worth and find its own dayNothing’s right therefore nothing's wrongOnly the way that we make it and say Much to need in its common way groundFilling the needs of every new turningSomething to do what you have foundEverything has its route in learningYou may be here to turn things aroundAnd giving your senses to each reasonWith every though to the earth boundEach has its time and its season Much to need here aroundBringing it to our livingWhat we've accomplished givingBringing it to our living Senses are to make every differenceHave every instance of worthy chance Much to need in its common way groundFilling the needs of every new turningSomething to do what you have foundEverything has its route in learningYou may be here to turn things aroundAnd giving your senses to each reasonWith every though to the earth boundEach has its time and its season Much to need in its common way groundFilling the needs of every new turningSomething to do what you have foundEverything has its route in learningYou may be here to turn things aroundAnd giving your senses to each reasonWith every though to the earth bound


Each has its time and its season Peter S. Quinn


Into The Beautiful Sky Blue (From, The River SingsOn) Wherever you are going,I'll be going thee too;Distances are coming growing,Into the beautiful sky blue.Dreams are sweet none existence,Seven seas and traveling ways;Give your thoughts a change,For the new coming days. You and I have seen the rays,From the horizon of faraway;Like the colors of night plays,From newborn thought of grey.Feelings will keep moving on,Some will only be for a while;There is always a summer sun,To give another beautiful smile. Wherever you are staying,I'll be following you;Like night dreams are playing,For the unknown and the new.The wind will whistle its breeze,From the treetops and beyond;Existence is what one sees,From within nowhere else found. Peter S. Quinn


Into The Blue Into the blueFalling and fallingMy love to youNever again calling Freedom is harmonyDust on the roadwayNow at last I'm freeFrom what you've to say My road is newTake out your heartYou never were trueOnly a fire start Freedom is breakingFrom breeze at nightNew thoughts awakingIn Pegasus flight Into the blueNever again to wonderThose times are thruEach of their ponder Freedom is libertyNo dark reaching outNow at last I'm freeFlying my thoughts about Peter S. Quinn


Into The Freeway, Sonnet All my love into the freeway's burningNot to return to the comfort of lifeOn and on in its distances it will strifeFilling its times with those of yearningAll my adore is blue as the dreamy skyDays going forward with their footsteps far onTill into reality they nearly are goneHills and mountains in my dreams rising high Wings of all my dreams keep coming here thruSongs some forgotten that once were so trueInto the ways tomorrow's rising dawnExposing its beauty to faraway seenBut now are in dark of night dimmest drawn Peter S. Quinn


Into The Half Empty Sky – A Song Into the half empty skyThe night’s spinning themesFlowing evenings to dieInto the red yellow dreamsCleanliness of the flowersFor the twilight to comeAwakening tomorrow hoursInto the dew on a blossom Each dream submerge to beFrom the waves there underThe inside everlastingly seaDrifting the moments asunderA mind goes for a momentTo find its mood and mattersWith the comings bestowmentThat to the directions clatters The pictures in earth's palettesCan’t be explained or remadeLike raindrops on rock malletsHer tunes are in - my every shade Peter S. Quinn


Into The Night You are my darlingOf open spaceYou are my heartFor many waysI have fallen for youInto the nightSweet love for nowThat gives me flight Oh candle flameInside your eyesLike mystic waysOf starry skiesI hold you closeTo have you nearOh darling loveYou are so dear The morning comesInside this blazeAnd gives its touchAnd each its graceYou are my springAnd blossoms desireYour bursting flameAt all times I aspire Peter S. Quinn


Into The Night The Evening Goes Gilgamesh Tablet 1 The one who saw all [Sha nagba imuru ]I will declare to the world,The one who knew all I will tell about[line missing]He saw the great Mystery, he knew the Hidden:He recovered the knowledge of all the times before the Flood.He journeyed beyond the distant, he journeyed beyond exhaustion,And then carved his story on stone. [naru: stone tablets ] Tablet 4 The skies roared with thunder and the earth heaved,Then came darkness and a stillness like death.Lightening smashed the ground and fires blazed out;Death flooded from the skies.When the heat died and the fires went out,The plains had turned to ash. ~*~ - Into The Night the Evening Goes - Into the night the evening goesContrasting moods of lightA wave of the deep eternally flowsOn to its unknown flightWhat have you brought of mystery here?Recovering knowledge of timeThere’s still nescient everywhereOn the meaning of the poets rhyme Lost from the great past gone ways


Words of the fires and shadesNow it is sciolism that paysMade with its jagged bladesKnowledge of time is in the stoneCarved in with each lyrical lineStill to its thoughts stands aloneTill there comes wakeful sunshine Into the distant journeys beyondWorlds have recovered with truthExhausted the tritely donnedWith its charisma and eternal youthThe first poems were about loveThe light and dark meeting glazeSomething the world hasn't much ofLast call is – love – and its ways Peter S. Quinn


Into The Silences... In to the silences he goesWith songs of the heart I knowOnward the sky glowsIn drifting breeze songs that goIn to the distances of pastMemories forgotten placeNine glorious high C's shall outlastIn their dignity and grace Oh come here again - in your songAnd you have - never goneBecause forever is in a songYour voice carries still onWithin this mournful dayNews comes with firing flameYou have gone to the farawayBut I remain here still the same In to the stillness - my heartTo give to the earth what you loveThese are the moments to departNow cry all rainclouds above Peter S. Quinn


Into The Splitting Open (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Into the splitting open,All the light goes;Clouds of dust and space,From the inside grows.Quicksilver lizards walking,In epiphanies of wind;Reflecting what is void,In the earth's chagrined. Into the days ahead,Inventions of the old;On the planes dances,Nothing can it hold.Ruins of restless song,Through the pines and walls;Fiery rites in the light,On open routes and halls. Constructions are restless,Closing hand and jewels;Sky is pink and reddish,Blue in the azure fuels.Twittering of green games,Garden of strange reverence;All is but in a moment,Into each given chance. Peter S. Quinn


Into Twilight (From, Myspace Into twilightSomething is todayEvery love lightIn its one wayWhere day is never stillOn its way to playingFrom the point to fulfillEvery song and saying Into star shineWhere we don't knowRows and rows in lineOf evening's glowWhere something is sleepingFrom the outside tickOf the clock that’s keepingEach time space click Into abyssOf the deep unknownWith its deep kiss’Of its very ownWhere the water is stillRipples of the wavesAnd every hope untilTimes long it and craves Peter S. Quinn


Inventing Other Ways Inventing other waysThe night is not a flame,The longing for the daysShall remain in the same;And all the heart fellComplicated and true,It's hanging on a spellAnd what is up to you. The dreams that not areTo reach or build up,For they are wide too farAnd hard to develop;With starry glistening onAnd all that is not real,Through rays and dark aeonYou can not hold just feel. Inventing from the rainbowsIs like holding to gold,That for a breath it glowsThough harder it's to hold;Like it is with tomorrowThat may not come to be,For we with fancy borrowWhat we might hope to see. Peter S. Quinn


Inwards Within (From,134 Picture Poems) inwards withinchanging moonand men those desiresto go up upand know them Peter S. Quinn


Irritable Tinted Ways Oh come bring in the sunshineBrighten up my day againCome on babe lets do so fineThe hours before were in vainLet’s give something of gladness nowMove a little happiness inRight or wrong all is somehowComing here with its sidespin The lovely ways to come and passEverything worthy its sunriseWarnings that last with its crassCloudburst ting hours of disguiseLet them all come in the risingFeelings move till they will stopLet them move through stabilizingSo much of now is a flop Darkness only stays in the mindWhen the day is young and brightMorning comes and leaves behindAnything of the lonesome nightDark disposition to fade awayInto the faraway lonesome spaceMeet the new correct time dayWith all its irritable tinted ways Peter S. Quinn


Is Feeling Of First? Is feeling of first?Or second to all?For this I shall thirstWhen a feeling does call. Am I just a fool?For thinking like this?Or is there some ruleThat follows first kiss? Who has the wisdom?To spell out earth flowers?Let him then here comeWith his magical powers. And bring to my armsThe love that he knows,And spell out her charmsSo out her love glows. Am I just a fool?For love and better fate?Or is there some ruleTo follow - that feelings have made? Peter S. Quinn


Is Hope In One's Dream? Is hope in one's dream?Does love have a scheme?To justify its purpose,With friends and its foes. Is living worth affection?Can love give us a direction?To show us where to go,And help, with what we know. Is hope in one's dream?When empty, is in between,And nothing there could grow,The coldest winds still blow. Where is our heart then?Will we meet it again?With hope and sanguineness,Our dreams, all new and fresh. We know, we need each passion,It is not out of fashion,To have one dreams and hope,And hold on to that rope. Peter S. Quinn


Is There A Cloud Today Is there a cloud todayIn the songs ahead,Is there a darkish playIn the colorful bled;What can I say or doTo take away a spell,When away goes blueWhere shadows befell. Is there mood in airWith shadings for fall,When winter comes hereWith its dullness call;After autumns closeOf yellow and red.The rustic of roseIn the garden's bed. Where will I be thenWhen sunshine is gone,Shall we meet againWith the summer swan;In colors clear and newWhere longings awake,In distances - whereuntoThe melting snowflake. Peter S. Quinn


Is There A Hope In A Wish? Is there a hope in a wish?A moment, a place to be free,Somewhere, where love is a blissAnd your dreams I can see.Being together, is a beautiful way,Someplace, in time we met;In another place, in another day,No words there need to be said.Is there a hope in a wish?A wish in a hope that we share?Something, somewhere, in all this,That we both know is all here. To sing and play, yes to play,Give each fancy, its own place;To feel more day, yes by day;In the long run it all pays.To wish for more than you know,For hope will then come alongAnd give some, when you are low,So you will then no more long.To sing and play is just fun,We could have it all here with usAnd when there is no more sun,It wouldn't be such a loss. Peter S. Quinn


Is This Just A Dream (From, Rock Star) Like everything we say or do,Each time will clear our thoughts out;The night has come to say to you,What life and love is all about.And when your heart opens true,With everything you got to say;The hours meet the sky in the blue,Just before the light goes away. My love my love is all for you,With peace in heart to come and find;There is no love dark and untrue,Only some reasons of trusting blind.If time is right it will come and be,Whatever the moments around us are;Only two lovers shall find it and see,Nothing goes together in peace and war. Until we find it's not only dreams,We will search the ways that lead us;Earth in its struggle always seems,With broken wings and hardheadedness.Walking the sands we will meet again,Feelings are wide as times are right;Stop your heart of thorns and pain,Love's like a star in the night-light. Our love will lead the way and find,All contents of the unfinishable page;Together we will leave the lost behind,And grow the roots with peace and age.Darling my love's here waiting for you,Like fluttering waves of sweeping sea;Watch it flow in lightning's flash blue,Or is this just a dream inside of me? Peter S. Quinn


It Could Happen More Than Once To Me It could happen more than once to me,For love is such a right thing to do;All the feelings are drifting around free,For every heart there is a new. Let nobody take the dreams away,For love is everything you need;Days will come but never they'll stay,Everything is only for a while indeed. It could happen, to be in love again,Nothing is forever to be stuck;Search for inspiration simple and plain,And sometime you will be with luck. Clouds will come and drift just by,Let the emotions fly all there about;There's an easy feeling with a blue sky,There's a new try with each old doubt. It could happen more than once to you,For the day is often bright and clear;One new mood that would then overflew,Could become just as close and near. Peter S. Quinn


It Has Been Quite Awhile I love to be with you, When moon is high above;My heart will then renew,All thoughts about our love.I love to see you smile,And feel your hope inside;It has been quite awhile,Since I had such a guide. You turn your love on me,And set its height faithfully;Like all I know and see,And feel your passion truly.Come give me wings to promises,The long forgotten wishing' well;Each hope inside there blesses,And keeps its touch and spell. I love to see you smile,And feel your hope inside;It has been quite awhile,Since I had such a guide.You know my dream is here,With love so clearly around;And that is nearly everywhere,Where throbbing heart's found. You turn your love on me,And set its height faithfully;Like all I know and see,And feel your passion truly.No matter what I say or do,There is so much inside it all;And I just know that I love you,With such a love I'll rise or fall. Remember everything that goes,Was our dreams and time to share;And when the streets tomorrow glows,


We'll know our dreams are everywhere.What can I say and give more,Then just these words I've said;We need to be more self assure,And keep it close what we once had. You know my dream is here,With love so clearly around;And that is nearly everywhere,Where throbbing heart's found.You turn your love on me,And set its height faithfully;Like all I know and see,And feel your passion truly. Peter S. Quinn


It Is Freezing It is freezingWe are going nowhereColdness in breezingGathering around hereWe just walk the lakeOn a frozen dayTogether quack quack makeOn our walking way It is dark stillEven thou its noonAnd a bit more chillIs coming in soonWe together are closeFriends indeed are weAs the bitter growsWinter becomes breezy It is sub-zerosOr so men have toldAll of us are heroesThat to hope must holdAnd we are never lonelyIf we together areOne for each here onlyBelow a brightly star Peter S. Quinn


It Is Just Like Yesterday It is just like yesterday when blossoms were blueAnd memories were remote in the dayThe basks in their blissful shades of the newWith laughter and tears in the summer’s playRemarkable dreams not long endured in hoursGiving their peaceful arch from the very firstIn the varied ways evening perfumed flowersThat love in its longing has always much thirst Somewhere are now these hours flown to pastFading in shade of their enjoyable ageNothing will stand for the winter’s coming coldDaydreams of the heart away it shall castBring in each venture in its stabilized wageAnd love songs of summer can not to dreams hold Peter S. Quinn


It Is Late For The Day To Be Young (From,Illuminating Night) It is late for the day to be young,All the feelings that are coming new;Like a day that begins in a song,And sometimes only heard by the few.In the time that is here at this stage,Growing themes from the silence;And shall plow its magnitude with age,When it is within reach of acceptance. I was born to sing of tomorrows,That is surrounded by infinity’s ways;What of feeling each time borrows,And how colors come from grays.I have chosen a theme that is near,To my heart and of island serenade;In the many waters that flow here,And to the ocean again is conveyed. Days that were young come and go,With feelings of those that were once;Surrounded by the infinity’s that grow,From the memories of candescence.In the time where the thoughts travel,With the clearness where all begins;We will have the incarcerated marvel,Magnitude of late the state that spins. Peter S. Quinn


It Isn’t Easy These are our hope daysFinding easy highIn every mood and waysWhat we want to tryWhen the time is rightIn these days and light These are riffling wavesMaking dreams trueWhat everyone cravesMight still get throughWhen the time is rightIn these dreams and night Our flying isn’t easyThrough the times we goA little bit quite breezyIn its air and flow These are our good hoursReaching to each otherGive and share peace flowersWith your sister and brotherWhen the time is rightAnd your wings have flight Our trying isn’t easyThrough each stage and showA little bit quite queasyBut still we, still we go Still we go Peter S. Quinn


It Must Have Been Love It must have been loveWhen you came hereDust to dust from aboveSunshine moods in airAll what life is forStar shines on goingLive on for evermoreIn all its timeless glowing Yesterdays made of sunshineComing and all givingTimeless feelings on lineWhat we were livingDreams that nearly came trueWith its tender feelingLove from me to youOur moments were stealing It must have been dreamsComing now to its endWhere sunshine just seemsWith shadows in a blendBut darling all goes awayUnwritten in its lineTo meet another new dayFull of colors and sunshine Peter S. Quinn


It Never Stays The Same (From, Lost Song Poems) It never stays the sameFor more than a sweet moment,This burning fiery flameOnly a passion could bent;You are like a river of thoughtWith everything on flowing,From within yourself broughtWithout completely knowing. It never stays what's livingIt's like the roots I've grown,All pleasures to me givingAnd with it I'm never alone;Emotions like waves to shoreFrom my ocean so far within,The body of the self biophoreFrom eternity and back again. You are just still what you areThough there's some drifting inside,The soul that is close and so farIn all what it grows to divide;And moods will just pass on byGiving to inspirations some,Until the flowing vein's all dryLike a withering dessert bloom. Peter S. Quinn


It Really Never Was... the day is getting darkerpainting shadows on the wallbroken wings of blue skiesgoing for a moment everything's now in the eveningwith longings in the deepand wishes still not happening the winterglasses with frosty rosesand perfect days in sombernessin the white weather every thoughtis now alonereaching to the mountainsfarawayin silences of time every houris cold and getting colderwith drifting cloudsin northern skiesthat can't hold back how do I not be alonewhen times are like thesehow do I not feel the blueswhen the clouds surrounds mewith few landingsinto summer thoughts every houris cold and getting colderwith drifting cloudsin northern skiesthat can't hold back


the wintercomes soft and sweetwith clean glisten thoughtsand snowflakes that never stop pouring...when it gets cold outside the winteroh the winterhow fresh it can gethow cold it can get it really never was...full of romanticit just has these surprisesin the weatherthat can't hold backthe clouds that surrounds me it really never was...just the winter it really never was...just the winter Peter S. Quinn


It Was Such A Long Time Ago It was such a long time agoWhen the sky was still in its blueAnd gold threads in clouds did glowWhen sunup was young and newHours where carrying dreams onFilling the moments with beautyWhen nothing in romance was goneAnd every wish was still within me It was such a long time agoWhen we were as fresh as the snowIt was such a long time agoWhen there were no moods to and froAnd morrows brought us half awayInto the long long of our journeyWhen new dawn awakened the dayAnd made us just listen and see It was such a long time agoWhen my heart was in its young beatAnd everybody wanted to knowWhat was to become in each new meetWhen longings were still to be knownReached with its goals and dreamsAnd into earth fresh richness grownLike a river that through valley streams It was such a long time agoWhen we were as fresh as the snowIt was such a long time agoWhen there were no moods to and fro It was such a long time ago Peter S. Quinn


It Whirls Around (From, Poet On Www) It whirls around,All what is of existence;Yet nowhere to be found,Only in by chance.A skin of water air,And loft of flow restless;The clouds of anywhere,With breeze of freshness. It whirls asking,Still there's no question;Impatient in its tasking,Surrounds with suggestion.Puzzles great numbness,A light of empty daze;Sometimes in a glumness,Continues to amaze. It whirls stretching,From the dank woodland;And in the calm relaxing,At ease and in command.A skin of velvet ends,Yet nowhere to be bound;What to a nature blends,And goes around expound. Peter S. Quinn


It´s A Blue Blue World It´s a blue blue worldEverywhere you goColors of earth twirledFrom the day's glowSunlight weaving fineDancing on sea wavesInto the deep brineMoods the mind craves It’s a blue blue loveAll that is inside keptAbundant sentiments ofLeaves of heart sweptMoonshine wings primeinto profound flyingLove on edge of timeIn its longings dying It’s a blue blue moonLonely in night skyHoping to see you soonBefore it says goodbyeLove is the only roseThat again can growAfter forlorn furrowsIn reminiscence row Peter S. Quinn


It’s A Dreamy Dreamy Day It’s a dreamy dreamy dayIn its all inventive lifeDelirious coloring playAs shadows dance and strife Breaking smoothly thruSlipping and dropping from sightOn to the grayish blueThat soon is lost in darkish flight Cloudlets flowers in their glowFrom morning going daybreakWhitish in their drifting snowAs the earth once more is awake Yesterdays had others dreamsDrunken in their steps smoothShimmering in the river streamOf their ever eternal youth It’s a never ending sweetInventing life and new skiesEvery color in tincturing treatKnotting between unseen ties Miracle crescent in the seaFlickering duplicate divinePrecious hours forever freeIn the morning and night shine Peter S. Quinn


It’s A Rainy Day It’s a rainy day,Quite oftenFreshness pouring play,Earth of moistures softenDay and night in peace,Winter surprise,Swaying leafless trees,Dark cloudy skies Near silence aroundEvery morning gleamDripping drops soundIn sullen daydreamFootsteps echo onOne by one they goMoment’s away goneOnly their memory glow It’s a rainy day,Quite oftenFreshness pouring play,Earth of moistures softenIn wintry breeze callingStars above afar highIn shadows way fallingWhere future roads lie Peter S. Quinn


It’s All Up To You Take this time of lifeAnd make it come to realitySo much still to strifeBefore one can be freeEverything is so slowIn its own simple wayBut you must try to goThrough to the next day Take ability make it strongYou are behind it allHere is a simple songTo just start that callYou are just what you areNothing then more you’ll startYou could become a starIf you have a beat and heart Take a step and further bringTo anyway you may goHere is a lyric out to singWhatever you knowIt might be dreams just stillBut you can give it a tryWith promises to fulfillTo go on to its steady highHere is a lyric to makeAny words can doCome on lets now awakeIt’s all up to you Take ability make it strongMake it all come out nowYou have feelings to longYou will manage somehowThis is all you need to doAnd push a little harderThis song was made for youAs your beginning starter


Take this time of lifeAnd make it come to realitySo much still to strifeBefore one can be freeEverything is so slowIn its own simple wayBut you must try to goThrough to the next day Take a step and further bringTo anyway you may goHere is a lyric out to singWhatever you knowIt might be dreams just stillBut you can give it a tryWith promises to fulfillTo go on to its steady highHere is a lyric to makeAny words can doCome on lets now awakeIt’s all up to you It’s all up to you Peter S. Quinn


It’s April Raindrops fallingOne by one by oneEchoes earth callingThe rain is going on All the hours makingWet and full of springSummer though achingTunes of nature sing Days are going clearSoon are summer daysIt’s April of a yearGreen instead of grays Daydreams on glowingUp the clouds flyBreezy blow blowingSeeds of flowers high Now is easy livingAll nature‘s singingEfforts birth givingNew life in bringing Love is also nearAll the colors byIt‘s the time of yearTo dark we say goodbye Peter S. Quinn


It’s Beauty Day and night is beautyThe language of contrast waysWaves from inside ruddyFrom tint of sun and graysInside and outside heartFlowing from walls to wallWhere compassion will startInto its fulfillment call Sky from the low and highRushing the hours to noonReddish clouds in eve to dieComing to twilight real soonVoices of breezing turningOn to the leaves fallingLove lyric forever yearningOutside when dark is calling Ocean tinctures to and froTo the horizon lines afarIn all knowledge we knowReaching through night to a starMorning of people wanderingOn to the streets and achievingEach growth beneath maunderingIn its still earth believing Peter S. Quinn


It’s Getting Late It’s getting lateAnd the time is goingSlowly on to fadeIn its once glowingMorning red skyFading its dream awayReaching to noon highWith its new day It’s getting ordinaryThe dawn’s breaking songFrom waves oceans steeryThat to and fro longMirror’s flickering beamSurrounding the rocks hereJust like a red glow dreamTurning on shine everywhere It’s getting to mornIn even walking timeWhere busy times are bornWith much of doings primeSo hectic schedule hoursEach day ahead to breakAfter wakeup downs dowerThat from under sleep awake *With this picture: Peter S. Quinn


It’s Just Another Night It’s just another nightIn its easy going on darkWhen clouds are high in flightOn a sky that in day did sparkEvery road is on a lonelyMove and footsteps thruAnd I'm sometimes there onlyTrying to find back you Every hour is now perfectFor the swart to come on inWith their flowers of neglectIn their whimsy dimly spinIn their whimsy dimly spin It’s just another nightWhen the wings of dark are deepFrom the flowers of the lightThat we dearly want to keepEvery road is on a lonelyMoods of touching and defileSometimes that's what we need onlyTo walk alone road a mile Every hour is now perfectFor the swart to come on inWith their flowers of neglectIn their whimsy dimly spinIn their whimsy dimly spin Where the autumn leaves are fallingWhere the autumn leaves are fallingWhere the autumn leaves are fallingWhere the autumn leaves are falling... Peter S. Quinn


It’s Snowing Again It’s snowing againThis winter morningSilver threads grainOf icily yearning Day in cold lightGiving their frostIn February flightWhere silences crossed In white pearlsAnd glistening doubtSilver corns hurlsThe ground about The playfully breezeScattering glowAll that accompaniesWinter cold snow Outside’s snowingFrom falling skyFreshly air flowingGather and lie Day is like newFrom yesterday oldAs thoughts come thruIn words untold Peter S. Quinn


It’s So Easy To Only Take It’s so easy to only takeWithout any understandingNothing to follow or makeOnly our views landingThe rules to break them upFeeling the dog-gone easySee something as a flopConcerned about it or squishy See only faults and falterThe results of rules aboutHow things you should alterWhen those rules are in doubtMaking a one sighted viewWith every structure asunderMending the one sighted tooIn all the view of its blunder Understanding to advanceHow the inside shall lookAs life in ways will danceWhen they're joined in hookWith every aspect of harmonyPleasant things there aroundWhat comes to give its melodyWhen right thoughts are found Peter S. Quinn


It's A Beautiful Day It's a beautiful dayin winter's time,frosty in its full play- coldness in its rime.Time of light and darkglittering stars afar!Times of gone spark,wishes upon a star! It's a beautiful dreamin the night's way,where everything seemsa glow in its play.Fairytales dancing onin music of wishful air,'till dreams are goneand the day's again clear. These are beautiful hoursin their splendid ways,frosty icy flowersin silver and grays.In dreams that are yearningstar glows far away,in time that's turningto meetanother winter's day. Peter S. Quinn


It's A Beautiful Time It's a beautiful timeWinter in its darkAnd coldness flow rimeIn its silvery sparkWhen the stars shine on highIn their nocturnal dreamAnd the northern light skyWith its green glowing gleam It´s a wonderful dayThis cold that's outsideIn frost sparking playOn the wintry coil rideThrough the hours of morningWhen daybreak comes inAnd shadows are turningIn their endlessly spin It´s a beautiful eveWhen darkness is nearIn gold sky retrieveEndless colors appearWhen eve comes to nightOnce again to renewIn the moon bluishness lightThat shines cloudlets thru Peter S. Quinn


It's A Long Story it's a long storyeverywhere you goa road to its gloryand on with the showall you are singingsoftly in my earjoy of hours bringingfrom everywhere it's a day by a daygiving jointly onsongs coming my waytill they all are doneall you are sayingin stories that you tryas your guitar's playinglife song's lullaby a pleasure knowingsweetness' harmonythe times are a goinginto sweet libertydays are never samesomething comes a longtunes of burning flamein new lover's song it's a long storyeverywhere you goa road to its gloryand on with the showall you are singingsoftly in my earjoy of hours bringingfrom everywhere Peter S. Quinn


It's A Rock 'N' Roll Season (From, Poet On Www) Hey let all the fun begin,For the days are being wasted;Never have any backspin,In the ways and things you tasted. Come on and have good times with me,Times are coming for a great show;Let’s bring on the enjoyment for free,They are partying further down the row. We all want to be close and near,But nobody really wants to start out;Come on boys and girls everywhere,Let’s just show what that is all about. Don't take me now away from here,The good times are just beginning;Yeah yeah reach out to us everywhere,We all like to be with the world singing. Come on and have good times with me,Times are coming for a great show;Let’s bring on the enjoyment for free,They are partying further down the row. We all want to be close and near,But nobody really wants to start out;Come on boys and girls everywhere,Let’s just show 'em what that is all about. Times maybe coming tomorrow clear,Though it isn’t easy to give some reason;We are going to have all and a good year,‘Cause we know it's a rock 'n' roll season. It's a rock 'n' roll season,It's a rock 'n' roll season and it's going to be great;It's a rock 'n' roll season and I can heartily wait,It's a rock 'n' roll season,


Yeah tomorrow,Yeah yeah! Peter S. Quinn


It's Christmas Again (Dear Mother, - I miss you so much) It's Christmas againIn days of dark and blueHappy hour for all menA time of joy to youIt's wonderful to beAt a Christmas delightAnd glistening lights seeGlimmering through the night It's Christmas againHow wonderful it isHappy hour for all menIn its starry blissIt's wonderful to giveTrue joy and happinessAnd together reliveMemories and caress It's Christmas againIn love and true peaceHappy hour to all menIn joy and memoriesOh love comes todayWhen Christmas is hereIn its wondrous wayIn joy and love everywhere It's Christmas againIn days of dark and blueHappy hour for all menA time of joy to you It's Christmas againIn love and true peaceHappy hour to all menIn joy and memories


In joy and memories Peter S. Quinn


It's Easy To Misinterpret (A Lyric) It's easy to misinterpretWhen finding different ways,For life is all of love and hateAnd with our feelings plays. You found a way with words like I,Yes that's what it's all about,Continue to let your emotion flyAnd you won't be in doubt. We can all change the world,Each with our hope and dream,Just like the wind that's hurledThe ripples in a river stream. You found a way with love like I,Nothing more is to be done;Just don't let your feelings die,If you want your dream carried on. It's easy to misinterpret,Never be wholly satisfied;But nothing in our life will wait,Dreams can be disqualified. We can all change the world,Each with our hope and dream,Just like the wind that's hurledThe ripples in a river stream. Peter S. Quinn


It's Going To Be A Bright Day It's going to be a bright day,For I know the sky is clear;No matter how our mood will stay,We shall our love now share. Moments are so true and right,Everything's coming our way;Nothing but true summer sunlight,To these joyous instants play. Peter S. Quinn


It's Impossible (From, Even Though There Are NoReasons) It's impossibleTo live and let dieYou are responsibleFor the blueness of the skyEach day is like a love songWith dreams going byWe must just get alongWithout asking questions why There's so much going onFrom days of fresh airBut this could soon be goneWith dark clouds everywhereThe days of tomorrowIs in our own destinyDon't let it be in sorrowFor our own stupidity It's not impossibleTo give the world its peaceWe are so much in troubleWith green fields and treesLeaves are witheringFrom the poisons of earthAll this unbalance slitheringAren’t the pennies worth It's impossibleTo live and let dieIt's impossibleTo ask not questions whyLife is just going awayInto the dark and deepMeeting its destiny day by dayHours for us to weep


Peter S. Quinn


It's Just Another Melody It's just another melodyThe wind harp songSet out to be freeAnd for the heart to longFeeling of inner touchMoods of inside outWith their swinging lotsAnd sometimes its doubt It’s only simple and freeSwing moods of timeLots of a saying to beWeavings in pantomimeNothing much set forComing just in easySoft timbres of for moreWhen the day’s breezy It‘s only a melodyTrying to reach the heartLeaves of a summer treeWhen days again startThose are songs of a hitSo you can sing alongBoth simplicity and witMust be in each its song Peter S. Quinn


It's Only May It's only MayMonth of early springA joyful dayWhen new birds singAnd love's nearIn almost everythingWhen you are hereMy love to bring It's only MayBefore its JuneIn summer's playI'll see you soonSo much its pleasuresIn day and nightOf hidden treasuresIn a sunny lightNo tone in grayOnly colors brightEarly summer's wayIn everything right It's only MayAnd love's beginningIts joyful playWith birds singingFor love's everywhereWith carefree hoursMoments to shareAnd beautiful flowers It's only MayO yes - It's only May Peter S. Quinn


It's Only Us (From, Poems Of Papa Due) It's Only Us -No one else there too,Two spirits fathomlessContrasting and accrue;The thoughts we say -With all the songs therein,From true minds playIn a thoroughly interspin. It's only you -With the songs to sing,From within the newAnd the onward spring;They are the tones -From guitar and piano,The musings birthstonesThe voice gives airflow. It's only me -With poems I grow,From Pegasus freeIn the breeze they go;They are the wordsFrom a heart and soul,They fly on like birdsWith seeds and stems goal. Peter S. Quinn


It's Our Song It's our songfull heart's symphonyfeelings to longnever set them freeIt's our daytill the night comesits many wayof life true blossoms O we do longall its true harmonyin our songand its sweet melodyYou and Iwith longings firein every tryand every life's desire It's our songo yes it isbeats weak and strongin all of thiswhat makes life's songand dreams awakeour feelings to longand more dreams to make It's our songfull heart's symphonyfeelings to longnever set them freeit's our springor summer to fallin it we all singtill winter shall call Peter S. Quinn


It's Summertime In The Glowing (From, Rock Star) It's summertime in the glowing,But more and more it's going;In praise of people ways,The days - the day it never stays.I'll ask you for a song,Whatever could go then wrong;I love to sing to my darling,About what is now coming. My feelings are all chained,Time by and by bloodstained;And sinking into its fate,In its forgetfulness state.My boat at sea and mist,Rhythms of space that exist;Befallen into hidden dim,Low life at reefs and brim. Please look not back too far,All things are quite bizarre;For who can save us now,In each its desirable endow.Come run resolve my space,Whatever the coming plays;Don't end my ways in this,On the beatitude and its bliss. It's summertime in the glowing,But more and more it's going;In praise of people ways,The days - the day it never stays.I'll ask you for a song,Whatever could go then wrong;I need to sing to my easing,About what is now coming. Peter S. Quinn


It's Time It's time for tomorrowIt's time for youAway with lives sorrowAway with its blueFor dreams are a goingTo give you new waysLike blossoms are glowingTo rid of all grays It's time for fresh beginningIn the days going byFor your life's now singingIn a new blue skyAnd you are awakingThe feelings once hadNew times are now makingYou heart again glad It's time for laughterAnd dances of delightYou'll be stronger there afterAnd set your things rightAnd dreams will come trueIn hope and all wayLife is up to youAnd each of its day Peter S. Quinn


It's Time To Return Home (From, Rhythmicon - 50Lead Sheets With Poems) It's time to return homeAfter the long days strome,That has taken its great tollIn every dual and each goal;The day has gone a whileFootsteps tired and beguile,And thoughts nearly all lostThat through the mind crossed. It's time to find a roadTo mend each new commode,Some have though gotten lostThat through here have crossed;The night is not behindYou shall one day though find,What of importance there isAnd moments that you miss. Therefore I say to rubiconTo carry and function onThe opportunities will comeThere can not be more um;The goals to keep on goingThe notion is just knowing.To have no fears to stayThere comes another day. Peter S. Quinn


It's Time To Wake Up The days are going by,Motionless black sea;Through open unknown sky,Into new times delivery.The hours were strangers,Joints are made of waves;Burgeoning tracks and changers,Thoughts that no one craves. The sun flower's coming up,In dancing shadows dying;There is no ending or a stop,Only the brief hours flying.Borders of dim to follow,Seeking some reflection veils;Ancient light now hollow,Fresh morning of other avails. Switching off blinking stars,Dancing dawn now rising;The peaceful going memoirs,Into colors of life devising.Slowly the falling night skies,Road is awaken with living;It's time to wake up and rise,Moments of morning giving. Peter S. Quinn


It's Up To You It's up to youWhat love's aboutYou need to be trueNot in doubt Closeness of loveIs here everywhereLike clouds aboveFrom here to there Its burning out flameLike old autumnNever to the sameIts giving blossom True dark and deepFlowers and leavesYours to keepIn happiness and grieves Listen to its qualityOf many symphoniesIt's you and meIn our life activities All that you liveWith its opportunitiesThe beats you giveOthers to please Peter S. Quinn


Its Weight That Is Golden In the gracious light of all memories goneThe moments of burning of desiring flameIn a word of its forbearing truest in nameThat carries new appearing still on and onOh love sweetest heavenly beauty stillIts weight that is golden through years to comeThe resembling youth in its sparkling bloomTreasures of look in day's moments fulfillEach pitch of its high most adorable voiceThat reaches the air of instances and agePassion the converts with happiness rejoiceEach its golden thought and sentences gageAll that’s once more in loveliness takenWhen we thought it descended or forsaken Peter S. Quinn


I'Ve Always Wondered I've always wonderedAbout the winter's light,So much thoughts ponderedThrough the day and night;Come and go as feelings areEverything that I may see,There is a falling wishing starIn at sight from top of a tree. Like winter lights flow awayMood are going on and on,Shortest is the winter's dayAll sky fires now almost gone;Best of dreaming coming inAs the candles flickers through,Twilights mornings with a tinColors dim in a darkish blue. I've always wonderedWhat it was deep and why,Running risks and adventuredIn a beautiful moon less sky;Nothing is too far in motionThat you can't see it moving,Every dream has its notionTo earth's reality reproving. Peter S. Quinn


I'Ve Always Wondered (From, Poet On Www) I've always wondered,Where we are going to;Never there though anchored,With that real issue.The times are like before,Nothing very much;Either peace or war,With their varied touch. The footsteps in the sand,The wind always blows;In each to understand,The onward flowing flows.Dust is for the earth,To bring peace here again;Giving her a new birth,To the deaths - in vain. I have always made a search,Never found the lost;Through the ways that lurch,Dices that have been tossed.Long ways I have been coming,Through and through it all;Unknown ways are blossoming,Each horizon to enthrall. Peter S. Quinn


I'Ve Been A Traveler I've been a traveler of loveInto the deep of nothingLike clouds drift aboveI inspired the roughingLove is a feature of daysComing and giving muchInside of feelings playsA drift that's from its touch Glow burn time - my heartHere I am still givingFootsteps from early startThat my days are livingYou were like a shadowInside the circles of goingDreams I became to knowIn each concord growing I am a traveler to youWhoever you really areThoughts itinerant in blueReaching our wishing starNothing forever lies stillAnd I've been gone missingThere's still time to fulfillStills from stars whishing Peter S. Quinn


I'Ve Been Dreaming (#14 From My Musical, Lyrics...) I've been dreaming,For days and days;Going further and further,Into the fairy haze. Kiss is but a kiss,Love is not a game;And this is just this,All the ordinary same. I've been drifting away,Flying with my desire;Where daydreaming play,Still higher and higher. What this will lead to,Who will ever know?I'm just thinking of you,Thoughts come and go. Over mountains high,From the deep blue sea;Faraway into the sky,All here inside of me. (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


I'Ve Been Longing In My Heart Here I sit in shadowed lightWondering why my mind is dimThoughts are going through nightOn its wings of whimsy whimDay has left with nothing doneOnly notions of burned flamesNow my heart in beating is goneWith the days of loves names I've been longing in my heartTrying to be what I am notNow I've closed that comportWith the flames love soughtWaiting games have dwindled downWith feelings that once were upStreets are many in love's townEvery going there gets down stop Here I sit in hours going flightFeeling a stranger to sweet loveWhat are its ways wrong or right?Drifts in its gray from far aboveFeeling so lonely inside and outNowhere to go but being aloneMind-sets that once where aboutForgotten inside like a heavy stone Peter S. Quinn


I'Ve Dreamed Of Saying Something (From My Musical,This Is My Life) I've dreamed of saying somethingWith the light that's comingTo give of me and to songLike wind in the ways is strummingIn everything I can giveAnd bring forward to be my ownCircling motions to liveJust like the wind that has blown Burned in replacements skyFilling up my empty headAnd asking no reasons whySo much of something is deadBlown through and getting highWith what its all aboutWith every new seasons tryThat has been left in its doubt I have dreamt what was a lieMoments I didn't know muchJust like the hours gone byReaching its sometimes out of touchListen to the spring beginningLike yellow haze of the sunEach every green step winningFilling the old with its run Peter S. Quinn


I'Ve Found Sorrow And I'Ve Found Joy (V) I've found sorrow and I've found joyBoth are as fresh as the water I drinkOne was of taste the other a decoyWhich one is either you must now think I've had pleasures I've had troubleNone did I seek though both did I gainValue they gave and each they redoubleSome felt like sun the other pouring rain Both are of life in fullest of contentBringing yearnings and all shorts of needsContrasting ways some making relentOthers with joy and heart-to-heart greets Peter S. Quinn


January Rhyme Haiku time is life you knowall its footsteps to and froin January snow Peter S. Quinn


Journey The leaves are in now greenWith breezy bud's tintTwilight’s of days betweenAnd fragrances of sweet mint They are swaying to and froThe branches of the treesTomorrow still early to knowWhat comes in the air ease? The ballad of old blue roadIs filling the path in greenWhere icily luminesce tiptoedIn moonlight reflect between And day is becoming brightWith silvery petals yellowFrom under the coldness nightThat once played gelid cello Peter S. Quinn


June (From, Myspace) June is now in our wayHer bouquets glowingSweetheart of the dayComing here and goingWhispering winds so softlySurrounded by sweet airWithin my dream so loftilyComing around to share Love gardens of rosesSummer days to followMoods so swiftly closesOf everything in hollowFluffy thoughts up lineFor the times to comeIn its glowing sunshineWhere June blossoms' from June is now my daydreamIn its sight so nearOf dawn's twilights deemThat surrounds now hereMoon’s now in sleepinessOf a darkish winter songAnd stars are all leap lessIn skies of fall and long Peter S. Quinn


June Roads Something lost in the rustic leavesOf an old September songI've found again in summer retrievesOf June daydreaming longFeelings I thought were lost and goneFull of hope in their breezeAre here again to carry me onIn their sideways of believes Yesterday became young and newCatching the slight softly leavesThat yellow brown withering blewNear into the oblivion evesFresh again every pathway isComing full of musing fantasies onTreetops in their peeks and whizSummer days of pulchritudinous yon Summer is like a song that comesWith full chorus lines risingAnd into every verdure space humsFull of tincturing surprisingThe love songs spring tides weavingMuch hope to look forward toAfter a dimwitted night aggrievingBefore June roads came through (A song from my ‘Beautiful Melodies’, a lead sheet shall follow shortly on the net) Peter S. Quinn


Just A Dream Just a dream in the far-off glowDrifting in time's infinityGleaming mist in horizon slowEverything comes there to be Weaving the ocean on and onDreams of its being in tranceTill those hours forever are goneOn to the color verve blanch Daydreams of the evening skyPlayfully giving and wakingReaching to dusk Greek lullabyAnd to memories forever making Breathing and torching leaving dayAs it goes on to the nightIn every shade and feelings playThat for a moment has flight Like love boat on oceans pastTraveling on to the evermoreTimes on the hillsides are lostThru its wandering on to shore Billows that play in the deepGiving and taking of their feelSome instances is ours to keepBefore they again become unreal Peter S. Quinn


Just A Feeling Everything is in a feeling,touch a moment and go.Dreams come and passes by,love's what you feel and know.Love's what you feel and know. There's a time to give and try,open roads that nowhere lie.Summer songs that no one sang,heartbeats that no one heard.Moments come and say goodbye,everything must go and die. Peter S. Quinn


Just A Kiss For Easy Going (From, Lead Sheets In July2008) Just a kiss for easy goingOnce or twice on your chinDreamy long times goingEvery somber mood withinWhat you shall know my dearIs love that is very close?With streams that dreams adhereRemembering what then goes Yesterdays are a long timeWhen we were young awhileBlossoming bosom in primeOn to the ways and beguileYou were kiss once or twiceOnce more to me and alongNothing like this ever diesIf you constantly someone long Just into the darkish nightWhere moods were once goingFeelings that are from flightInto a heart again showingYou were my love theme thenJust like I was all yoursShall we tomorrow meet again?In every street side contours Peter S. Quinn


Just A Rainy Day Song Just a rainy day songThat's returning and turningFor intermissions longWith its echoes of yearning Where leaves keep fallingIn yellows brown redMerry go round strollingThat life has bled Only a love going themeFrom the forest roadOn to eternal river streamWith its gone summer load For the dark is now nearWith moon in bluish grayAnd shadows dance reappearIn all their dimly playOnly a song to the nightFlying from the gone yearWashings' from morning brightResonance to ocean's steer Love songs of late comingThose we knew from pastOnto new spring bloomingColors in new glowing cast Peter S. Quinn


Just A Simple Tune Just a simple tuneTo keep of lonelinessLove of clearance soonFull of moment´s caressSuddenly you areEverything to meBeautiful in your afarAll good hope to accompany Just a simple melodyTo give to youWith its flowing harmonyForever to beInside moments spaceDay to day asideFaithful many waysTruth be its guide Just a simple songTo make it worth a whileFor someone to longIn its ordinary styleSomething from me to giveFlowing here aroundAnd all yours to liveOnce you love have found Peter S. Quinn


Just A Song – Just A Word I am just a songThat belongs to youA sweet melodyLingering thoughIts eternal affairDrips from the cloudsIn the autumn airOver you I am just a lineIn the harmony of timeA flowering shadeIts tinctured gradeThat love has madeOn summer leavesIn moments eves You and ICould long for longBe a song in our songIts blissful breezeThat gives fresh overlayIn an evening songThe tones that playWhen the love is young I am just a wordThat passes on freeSomething that comesFrom inside of meLike daybreak that risesIn yellow to redThe colors and spicesFrom natures thriving bed Peter S. Quinn


Just A Summer Song Just a summer songIn everything that's beautifulAfter a hard winter's longMoments so dark and dullEverything's now glowingBeautiful on to fresh flowersDays to new distance growingIn every turn and new hours It's just a summer dayFinding its peaceful hourLongings of freshness wayInto each small flowerColors are giving its feelMornings are now singingBeauty in its summer realDelight of hours bringing It's all for you and meLongings after winter's darkNow the brightness is freeIn its color and its sparkLove songs of morning newAnd evenings in red glowDreams for you and meAfter cold winter snow Peter S. Quinn


Just An Evening Song Just an evening songFeelings flying onMoment's touches to longTill they are gone Breezes of day livingGleam from sky deepHeart of longings givingOf its beat to keep Just an evening fallingThrough colors goingTo the autumn callingWhile leaves are glowing Dreams of days throughSleep in night that comesAll that once was trueFrom old summer blossoms Just for you and meIn days of dim shadowsNow the thoughts are freeAs time forever goes Dreams of morning breaksFlowers of spring fragranceNow in coldness flakesAs the hours dance Peter S. Quinn


Just Another Christmas Song Just another Christmas songSnow falling winter’s timeFor singing of old and youngWith its lovely ol’ rimeYou and I to rejoice the nightFor love of this occasionThe Christmas star shines brightIn its love and persuasion If doors will open it’s thenWhen the hearts are togetherAnd peace be with all of menIn beautiful snowy weatherWhat you’ll bring I do not knowBut I hope it is your bestSomething like incandescent glowTo give each quarrel a rest Faraway in its darkish darkBlinking stars are shining onLike that we all must do and sparkUntil these moments are goneSo give your heart a rest and peaceWith the songs you need to singYour love in your singing releaseAnd serene holiday again bring Peter S. Quinn


Just Another Day Love is so tenderAll in its waySky up and splendorDay in blue dayHappy this light onLife in its changingThough summer's goneIn autumn rearranging Just Another DayIn the days of livingAutumn in its playSo much gold giving Love is so easyGiving and wakingFall winds breezyYellow leaves makingAll is life givingDays through and nightStars afar livingLustrous and bright Just Another DayTouching your sensesGolden moment's playIn its foliage blenches Love is so tenderAll in its waySky up and splendorDay in blue dayShades autumn sunAlways fresh blendingColors never doneLife's never ending Just Another Daybefore coming dark


Glow in September's wayFull of brilliant spark Love is like glowingSoftly in its tonePressures hours showingWhen you are aloneAll is life of worthMorning to the nightMade from this EarthWings of its flight Love is so tenderAll in its waySky up and splendorDay in blue dayJust Another DayIn the days of livingAutumn in its playSo much gold giving Just Another Day Peter S. Quinn


Just Another Love Song Love is a feelingGoing so fineSometimes appealingLike new sunshineAnything givingThat is of worthAnd you are livingInside its birth RefrainJust another love songOf no importanceSomething though strongGiven it the chanceWhen approaches growAnd make our heart acheSo we again will knowWhat love in you can wake Roses so redAll in bright clearBouquets in bedEach time of yearEverything of touchFrom your own heartWithin its lotsNever drawn apart RefrainJust another love songOf no importanceSomething though strongGiven it the chanceWhen approaches growAnd make our heart acheSo we again will knowWhat love in you can wake Much of its days


In intimate whileColorful playsThat’s hart to defileFor it is youIn your deep nearGoing here thruFrom me to you here ***See also Love Sky Peter S. Quinn


Just Another Love Song (From, The River Sings On) Just another love song to you,With all the pretty words and music;Something that came sweet and true,Like new day's dawn flickery flick. You were so lonesome sweet and blue,With your eyes so sad in tears;I thought I would play this to you,Just to show there's someone who cares. Just another love song to renew,For old love goes away and is no more;Everything will grow and become through,And in a while we don't know what it's for. We were meant for love to continue,With all its aromatic and acidic's,The road was never clear whereunto,In this world of colorful chromosomics. Peter S. Quinn


Just Another Song I love to hold on to the new foundEvery day that comes on shiningWith feelings around for miles aroundEvery new tip toe steps liningTo bring every sadness awayDistance to times and the millions aheadEverything aspiring for a new dayWhat you in hearts sometimes bleed Love is the kingdoms we give and takeBringing us closer like ocean to sandFeelings that give and thoughts that awakeSo you might consider - or understandFootsteps only you can bring to the valleysWherever you walked or would goEach grain of sand is your folliesFilling the sandbox of times you know The cities of broken lines no longerSum our ambitions and what we have wonFilling our hopes and making us strongerEach every day that into our past is goneWorks of your life blown to the dustSomething is left to dry up to wonderWhat became of the piece we once trust?Where are they now what made them asunder Peter S. Quinn


Just Before Winter Just before winterIn autumn’s colors glowWhen dreams are goingInto frost and snow Just before the darkIn glow times awayWhen colors to gray comeFrom darkness of day When the roses go paleInto deep of fallTheir bouquets frailOf the icily drawl Just before winterWhen day is almost goneWhere love will stopThat carries summer on When colors are fallingIn their memoriesAnd darkness again callingIn wintry breezing trees When the roses go paleInto deep of fallTheir bouquets frailOf the icily drawl Peter S. Quinn


Just Bring In Your Heart Just bring in your heartTo the evening lightWhere feeling shall startOn to every blight This is all I knowWith my feelings so muchIt’s like the white snowIn each of its touch Just rising so highInto dreams of my ownThat there's endless skyNo faltering tone Trust in the midday’sOf all our true signsWhen the influence playsAnd the moments refines This love is so adorableIn its flickering playUnspeakable not deplorableWith every spot in its ray You and I just hopingWithout making a moveLike little clouds stroppingTo make their distance prove Peter S. Quinn


Just Come Along We are all with different rootsNeeding time to grow onIn the night there are beautsA strayed ways lonesome spawnFeelings that come and goMoving the shadows againFlowers on hills and snowDark sighted unknown guardsmen Desperate ways feeling so aloneYou and I - needing it allBreezing of thoughts pebble and stoneWhat comes to you in this call?Never be again without a guideMedicine is in its bagsSome is gone river have driedWhat are left are only its tags Be what you stand always forRiding the dales and the hillsDestiny knows if there's morePattern and structure out of it twillsGoing on never to despairWaiting and moving destinyNothing is ever reasonable fairJust come along and ride with me Peter S. Quinn


Just For A Time Just for a timelove is herein its new and primesweet and young everywhere;Just for youlove that made its touchone that was truein loving you so much. Just for a timedays were newwith its sunshinemade up for you;all that made a differencein is ongoing songgiving you a chanceto be in love and long. Just for a timethese days were oursjust for a timeamong the summer flowers;this was our instancein its many waysfeelings love in tranceas the moment plays. Peter S. Quinn


Just From This Moment To Start To somewhere I’ll always goInto the flowing streamThis my heart soon will knowEverything there only seemYou cannot know what love isIf you can't understand meSome say it’s more like blissOthers say its wings are free Love is to hold on togetherGiving the heart its bestSomething must get just betterIf you with love are blessed ChorusNothing shall ever be for everyoneThere are so many truth and liesBearing the feelings beside till goneRest is that beat that triesA morning may give its touchRise to a feeling that's inside youSomething that always has muchTurning away every glum and blue I'll try to reach to the nightFilling its empty going waysKnowing if our live shall be alrightIn every turning and graceI believe in what you will giveHope that you'll share your heartSomething beside us to really liveJust from this moment to start To somewhere I’ll always goInto the flowing streamThis my heart soon will knowEverything there only seemYou cannot know what love isIf you can't understand me


Some say it’s more like blissOthers say its wings are free Love is to hold on togetherGiving the heart its bestSomething must get just betterIf you with love are blessed ChorusNothing shall ever be for everyoneThere are so many truth and liesBearing the feelings beside till goneRest is that beat that triesA morning may give its touchRise to a feeling that's inside youSomething that always has muchTurning away every glum and blue I'll try to reach to the nightFilling its empty going waysKnowing if our live shall be alrightIn every turning and graceI believe in what you will giveHope that you'll share your heartSomething beside us to really liveJust from this moment to start Love is to hold on togetherLove is to be reason without doubtLove is the best for you onlyLove is the way to go about Yes anything can be doneYes anything can be done ChorusNothing shall ever be for everyoneThere are so many truth and liesBearing the feelings beside till goneRest is that beat that triesA morning may give its touchRise to a feeling that's inside you


Something that always has muchTurning away every glum and blue I'll try to reach to the nightFilling its empty going waysKnowing if our live shall be alrightIn every turning and graceI believe in what you will giveHope that you'll share your heartSomething beside us to really liveJust from this moment to start Something beside us to really liveJust from this moment to startJust from this moment to start *(Remember this is a lyric... The other part of my writing output is lyric writingand it’s as large as my poetry writing. However my largest output is writingmusic... Please Google 'Peter S. Quinn' If you’d like to see more. Thanks for yourtime. Peter) Peter S. Quinn


Just Keep Going Just keep goingin everything you are,dreams are showingin closeness and afar.Times are ponderinginside and out,while we are wonderingwhat it's all about. Just keep on dreamingin everything you do,and your light's beamingand getting through.Times and its turning waysmoments that go by,color moods of the dayin its times and try. Just keep on playingwhat your life's giving,and you'll surly be sayingwhat you heart is living.Experience comes many waysgiving and again taking,it goes on as it playsin its numerous awaking. Peter S. Quinn


Just Like A Shadow In Light The morning is coming to glowGiving its daytime for daydreamsFull of life’s enduring vowFrom every shadows deep streamThese are the heartbroken hoursFilling the empty time onSome of them pink pale flowersThat with their leaves will be gone Dreams never to rise or beOnly the seeming of someone’s loveGleams of the glow to seeIn the clouds there afar aboveYou and I memories findingOnce those were all still hereNow in the treads never mindingGoing away to somewhere Love songs that lasted not longOnly awhile it they seemIn their singing love tender songThat now is but what a dreamYou and I never in realityTo give of our truest deep mightOur whishes that never were to beJust like a shadow in light - Happy New Year! - Peter S. Quinn


Just Like Yesterday Give a peace of mindBefore time is blindNever let it dieThough times are low and highYou have said so muchSomething's out of touchSpinning and imagineEvery thought's abjection Countries coming downIn every small townLiving isn’t so easyWith it's sky so breezyAnd our peace so lonelyWorking for us onlyJust few footsteps awayEach our envisioning plays Countries coming downIn every small townRight and wrong so queasySlogans coming cheesyGive a peace of mindBefore time is blindFind now your truest callTake a stand or just fall Right or wrong most isAnd some points it'll missBut trust your inner notionIt has its potential implosionThose words are just carried onWith them nothing's ever doneToday is just like yesterdayCaring its pointless weigh (This is from an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) .


Peter S. Quinn


Just Listen To My Song (From 'Meet The Moments') When my heart is lonely and blueAnd just wondering about youWhen the world outside is all coldAnd my dreams to nowhere are trueAnd to the dark they surely unfold Just listen to my song of lonelinessJust listen to the song I'm singingI'll be touching out for each caressThat my feelings and paths are bringing Every world has its own to care forLove is something to adjust and to beWe can never be of us assureBecause freedom is to learn and to seeIt's all about free will to you and me Just listen to my song to the open airJust listen to the singing from my heartI will try to reach out and be thereTo make each open opportunities start Just listen to my song of lonelinessJust listen to the song I'm singingI'll be touching out for each caressWhich those believes and ways are bringing Whenever you touch and bring out of troubleAnything you stand for on your ownIt shall raise each fortress from rubbleMake each struggle for freedom be known Peter S. Quinn


Just Out Of Luck Give me feelings close and trueAnd never let me again goEach conclusion is up to youTo make them worth its flowYou can't try me out aloneWith no reason giving at allCome entitle me on your ownLike a reflection to sprawl Daydreams have to go for nowI can't handle them insecureIt's going downhill somehowLike an eventless gyrating tourYou are now distances climbingBringing me just out of luckOptimism the habits mistimingInside pitch-dark outlets stuck Fed up with obscurity anguishThat's filling my dreams upOnly sadness of gloom languishIn its black sorrow coffee cupWe are now near distances wayGray tones in between the deepNight of longings unease the dayNothing of ours again to keep Peter S. Quinn


Just You And I (A Lyric) Just you and I together nowInto the softly on deepFeeling our heart close somehowInside for our hours to keep Love that comes easy in its rideThrough every turn of the eveWhere clouds in darkish glideWith every sentiment's believe Love songs for you and meWithin everything from yellow to goldWhispering softly and freeWith nothing forever to hold Just you and I under the skyRunning through passions of loveNever to ask any questions whyJust run together close like clouds above With every temper and in the moodOf falling heart beats withinLove that is here like inside foodCarrying its pounds to winJust you and I together nowInto the softly on deepJust you and I together nowWith every whisper of love to keep Peter S. Quinn


Kangaroo Steps Like the wavesOf the seaAre always flowingYou are youI am meAlways goingDreaming - with a new thoughtThat experience - has taught‘Kangaroo steps’ - to sea sandExpectations - to understand Like the wavesFlow on inWe are here goingTaking stepsIn daily spinNoticingAnd knowingCoincidence - that walk on byIn our error - and our tryFilling rooms - with pictures keptLives footsteps – some windswept Like the wavesTo and froMorning comesAnd goesLife secretsWe don't knowThey are likeWind that blowsYesterdays - I still recallLike the waves - of ocean fallFollowing through - time and yearsEach its own footstep bears Each its own… *(Made this poem now, when I saw this picture: Kangaroo steps:


Peter S. Quinn


Karma Of Summer Everybody's smilingToday and for tomorrowIn their word and stylingAway with sadness sorrowDays are coming newFinding their greatnessNow it's up to youTo come forward fresh Don't let days goAnd become lonelyBecause you got to knowSummer's for you and meEverything is wakingInto the very newNo one now is achingSo don't let it be you Everybody's chasingSummer moment's trueSun and sunshine phrasingFor the days of newYou and I togetherFinding summer daysCounting on good weatherIn their happy ways Don't let days goAnd become lonelyBecause you got to knowSummer's for you and meEverything is wakingInto the very newNo one now is achingSo don't let it be you Days are coming newFinding their greatnessNow it's up to you


To come forward freshEverybody's chasingSummer moment's trueSun and sunshine phrasingFor the days of new You and I togetherFinding summer daysCounting on good weatherIn their happy ways Peter S. Quinn


Keep Me Near To Your Heart Keep me near to your heartFrom the very first start,I will never disappearFor you are to me so dear;Let me sparkle my loveLike the twinkling stars above,You are my innermost partArousing feelings light and swart. Everything you do or sayIs like beginning of a stairway,To my soul that feels and touchFor I love you so much;Like the clouds need the airI do so need our affair,Like the sun comes to the dayI can't keep you away. Keep me near oh my darling,You are sweeter than spring;Keep me close - always near,So I can your heartbeat hear. Peter S. Quinn


Keep My Feelings Still Come here little birds of yesteryear summerWith flying wings of prosper through airy lightGuide the ways to heart with your thoughts numberWith a passing through in the blue sky flightKeep my feelings still in their right greennessComing in the wander of entrails tossedEach in their freshly inspiring cleannessThat through winter sometimes gets lost You have every bright day in my heartWith what the age can never understandLike rivers flowing in streams liberatedEach in freshly coming in its new startBy thoughts of their drifting stranded on new landWhat with fulfillments metaphors have stated Peter S. Quinn


Keep The World Always Safe Keep the world always safeFrom the bad and all its evilMake it a whole lot better placeWith promises’ of love to fulfill All in lives on making graceAs your heart and loving willThere are always so many waysTo climb over to another hill Dreams are sometimes coming thruIn your mind and own feelingsFrom the sun in sky of blueTimes around its steady wheeling’s Day were once unsafe and untrueNow they are times love stealingRiding on to their futures renewWith all their fortune or misdealing You’re on avenues of love and heartAll is on the road there somewhereSeeds of blossoms from 1st startGoing thru excitements everywhere Living is never going too easyWithin our own mind and touchSome times get stuck and are too breezyThough you still can love as much Not everything has its ruling answerSome things are always to be forgottenGoing from here like some dancerOn all its roads of lives trotten Peter S. Quinn


Kiss Of Longings - Autumn Love Song I want to hold you dear,And be with you forever;For the autumn is so near,And the growing weather.Every step is young,Just till it grows old;In this autumn song,Not all of love is told. Our wishes fly away,Into the winter's dream;The morning comes gray,And moody in between.Years move along,And grows then twofold;This forgotten song,Aging into the cold. This passional heat,Like summer dulcet;To blossoms plead:Do not wither yet.Let my tears to you fall,Water the dryness;For each very small,Bloom still young and fresh. Little sunshine flowers,You will not get lost?In the morning showers,Before coming frost.Roses will shade more,In the falls blue whim;And we know for sure,Frost roses aren't dim. All our life is twofold,Shadings in the eyes;Some tears we can't hold,


In our love's goodbyes.Gladness comes and goes,Grieve then all hides;For winter winter blows,Nothing here abides. Love is in the eyes:Is of feeling and touch;Beaming through the skies.Sun that says so much.Love is song of romance,Love is in the air;Sweetest scent and blanch,Sometimes everywhere. Love is all alive,Love is me in longings;When the morning arrives,And the summer sings.It has all been said before,Because it is, what it is;And it is always, always more,Than the strongest wish. Eternally on it goes,Just like the morning shine;That with a kindle glows,First on the horizon line.Everything shall be born,Out from the deep and dark;So will this lovely morn,Come to you with a spark. Peter S. Quinn


Kiss To Kiss Kiss to kiss - my kissOh you are my little oneEverything mine yours isUntil my heart is goneMake me a proud parentWith everything you touchOur love string's transparentIn what we do as much Kiss to kiss - my loveOh what a pleasure you giveNothing else is a s much ofAs this that I now liveMy little kitten jollityIt makes me proud in joyWith all your life so freeAnd nothing this can destroy Kiss to kiss - I’ll keepIn my heart for many yearsAnd when I go to sleepDon’t be lost in wild tearsFor we had so much so closeAnd once we were like oneRemember everything goesBut our love’s never done Peter S. Quinn


Knotted Routes In my heart I have known youFor a while in seasonBeneath this vast space of newIn tides of reasonKnotted routes to the vernalIn remain of this fallOf new daybreak's eternalTo inner voices call In my outside of insideWhere a day comes clearAnd the winter shadows hideFor the dim is quite nearThrough the ages that has comeI'll wonder in the feelWhere the made-up is fromThat has now become real In my footsteps that are goneFuture quarter now liesBittersweet memories onIn tracks that away fliesHappenings found each its tasteSome of dissipationNothing comes in to wasteThat was not its creation Peter S. Quinn


Lady Bug Lady bug oh lady bugBe my truest of luckWith everything to giveTry out and then to liveSo blessed I could beIf I had your wings freeWhen spring is spinningAnd love truest winning Lady bug oh lady bugI am in reality stuckWith what I can long forNot free as what is yourOf make-believe’s dreamWhen on a foliage seamThe carefree wings tryFrom rose buds in your fly Lady bug oh lady bugEach blossom you tuckWith little wings so lightOn your aspiration flightSome dreams come trueEach one because of youFrom your whishing spellThat no one can foretell Peter S. Quinn


Lady Of Sunshine Lady of Sunshine You are now comingThrough the sky's red lineAnd breezing tunes strumming I'm glad to see you hereWith your hopes givingAnd sunshine everywhereIn to new days living Lady of Sunshine You'll bring me new luckThrough the dark's brineThat got me here stuck With flowers growing highFrom under earth's snowOpening the sapphire skyFor the coming morning glow Lady of SunshineThrough the air you bringTouches from your flames shrineFor the spirits of spring Every hope's coming throughAnd bringing their bestForthcoming days to renewAnd with your chance are blessed *(Several years back, I wrote a music score I called, Lady of Sunshine Peter S. Quinn


Lady Tomorrow Lady tomorrow with our new day comesFutures are in the nearest distanceWith every glow of a given chanceWe don't know yet when the skies of luck sumsWith its road maps so playfully ever onDaydreams and in their heartbeats of thoughts madeFeelings from inside that everything gradeUntil their moments are fully from them gone Where shall our expectations lie from this all?When there are manners set-off to find outFrom our aspect and the mountains so tallThose carry no flights of hazy sky doubtEverything comes in a time to growAnd maybe in the rise of hours we don't know Peter S. Quinn


Landscapes My search is throughTime and space,To momentsThey don't belong;Each search has threadsTo new ways,Like a neverEnding song. Thoughts wanderTo clouds I see,Drifting off fromFields of view;I have landscapesWithin me,That I'm sendingOut to you. Peter S. Quinn


Landscapes... Billows of a travelingAwaiting for anewAdventures in marvelingFrom roads going throughOf ways to go and to The altered every dayThat waits to be seenWith some clouds gloomy grayLying there in betweenIn each its coming way Steadily going in the clearThat destiny has in sightAnd coming through and nearTo sketch its unknown lightThat waits in front from here Imagery scenery inside realityIn lines of landscapes free Peter S. Quinn


Lane To Somewhere Lane to somewhereAs the morning comesPeople from here and thereWalking among blossomsDaydreaming on their wayEverything on the goHere comes the new dayIn the early morn glow Yesterday is now goneOn to you oldness dreamsBut here you are going onIn early sunshine beamsWhere the hours awakeOne by one in brightFor your decisions to makeAfter a peaceful night Lane to the first gleamWithout a cloud aboveEverything in silences seemIn nature‘s purest loveCome and walk with meEnjoying life‘s occasionsLife pleasures are at libertyFor every time’s persuasion Peter S. Quinn


Late Afternoon I will be going my wayThru the haze of the morrowIn vast of a shattered dayWith nothing to borrowSinging song of my heartThat have been build on loveEvery beat that will startFull in aspirations of Times are trying every wishThat has come to my whileOf its exotic novel dishIn each contemporary styleThru the dance of the lightThat yesterday has goneTill the morning new brightTo carry its future on Like haze in wild distressThru night of its givingWith shadows mist caressThat in twilight’s now livingEvery hour that is buildThru the distances of hopeAnd like cobblestones tiledWhen gleam starts to elope I will be going my wayThru the haze of the morrowIn vast of a shattered dayWith nothing to borrowFor the test of confusionAs clouds dance in trialsWith the hours to erosionAnd longing of its whiles Peter S. Quinn


Late August Late AugustIn air of treatBefore colors rustRoses sweetOf fire skyAnd shadings redKnotting tieOf flowers bed Late summerIn flowing darkFor autumn's comerOf reddish sparkEarth is plumbingIts ripe enhanceAnd thus becomingA world in trance Late shady blazeIn garden groundIts many waysThose now are foundBefore the fallAnd leaves fallingIn breezy brawlFor winter´s calling Peter S. Quinn


Leaves In The Breeze leaves in the breeze,how full of songs are the treestoday for me Peter S. Quinn


Leaving For Another Day Now dreams are hereThen dreams are thereProspects to give to youSomething of each yearLove songs to dieOr rise and go highFilling with its caressEverything to try Leaving for another daywhere we are heading intoSomewhere in the world to stayIn make it perhaps throughReality check once in a whileWith every other outlookTrying out in friendly beguileTo give back what we took Now dreams are coming throughDreams of every time renewStrings of threads tenderlyFeelings I thought once freeRising to the new skyIn a given taste they madeAlways with their alibiIn its jaded bit less blade Now dreams are hereThen dreams are thereProspects to give to youSomething of each yearLove songs to dieOr rise and go highFilling with its caressEverything for at least onceTo try To try


Peter S. Quinn


Leaving For Another Day (From, Myspace) Now dreams are hereThen dreams are thereProspects to give to youSomething of each yearLove songs to dieOr rise and go highFilling with its caressEverything to try Leaving for another daywhere we are heading intoSomewhere in the world to stayIn make it perhaps throughReality check once in a whileWith every other outlookTrying out in friendly beguileTo give back what we took Now dreams are coming throughDreams of every time renewStrings of threads tenderlyFeelings I thought once freeRising to the new skyIn a given taste they madeAlways with their alibiIn its jaded bit less blade Now dreams are hereThen dreams are thereProspects to give to youSomething of each yearLove songs to dieOr rise and go highFilling with its caressEverything for at least onceTo try To try


Peter S. Quinn


Leftovers (#15 From My Musical, Lyrics...) I came from a dream worldStirring the clockAnd flickering the time,The lights were onAnd growing shadowsStill running on. The night street,Nothing stood between meAnd imagination. The ghosts of the pastAll going with the winter,Like leftoversOf all our differences. Who was the judgeIn this situation?Where words,Are the last resourcesOf passing on feelings;A traveler to seeWith conception of senses,Our heart stood neverCloser together. (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


Legends A legend in the dreamsThe black pitches darkNot everything it seemsThat once made its sparkThe munitions are throughWith each and every hourSo much there to renewLike seed from summer's flower Face of the fall’s flameCatching yellow desireThere is no inside nameOf the unsought turning fireLike roads that never leaveIn a destiny on their ownCatching yesterday’s grieveInto the oncoming brown We made our thoughts liveAnd never were driven backEach inside to outside we giveIf temperament of it did lack Peter S. Quinn


Leit Ég Ljúfan Engireit leit ég ljúfan engireitog lífsins gæfu gó?aen engin sín örlög veite?a hva? ?au bjó?aleit ég ljúfan stiginn ásem leyf?i mér a? dreymaen alltaf var ég me? úthafs?rásvo ég átti hverekki heima leit ég tímans örlög ánú er allt fyrir ró?aævin fór mér framhjáog færin sem ?au bjó?aleit ég ljúfan engireitog lindarvatni? tærafögur og gó? fyrirheitog framtí? sem ?au kunna' a? færa leit ég ljúfan engireitog lífsins sköpun kærafoldina frí?a ég yfirleitá fegur? sem kann a? hræraleit ég tímans örlög ?á?ví eilíf? er eins og brotsem rennur eins og áframhjá eins og skot leit ég leyndar stigu ásem langt um skógi lag?ien er ég fór ?ar framhjáég einn um stund ?ar ?ag?i (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Leit Ég Út Yfir Ey?iskaga Leit ég út yfir ey?iskagaátti ég mín draumalöndlífsins sælu sumardagasólskyn silfur lag?i á strönd léku öldur, báran blábrimsorfnir klettar gör?um hjákom hún ?á til mín ?essi ?rá?á mig langa?i úthöf a? sjá hérna vi? hinstu sjónarröndhugur minn leitar tí?umævintyri ?ar binda mín böndme? blævindum hafsins ?y?um ljó? mitt lyftist me? vængjasláttlangt út í ví?an geim?ar tekur ?a? sæti en hefur ei háttæ hugljúfum kvæ?um ei gleym ?ótt allskonar ímynd blasi vi? ?érog um leiki skjöldum tveimer ljó?i? í sátt vi? sálina í mérog siglir a? lokum, alla lei? heim * * hreinar bárur bláarblakta´í vindi smáarer takast hafsins öldur áút á hinum stormsama sjá hugsjóna vonir háarhuldu dypi sjávarhiminn hvelfing bláhalda í alla ?rá (The Crew)


Peter S. Quinn


Leita?u Ávallt Lengra (From, Nokkur Ny ÍslenskSmáljó?) Hér er hjarta mitt nú,ofur skiljanleg fræ?i;enn er löngun mín sú,a? gefa lífsins gæ?i.Drauma hef ég átt,óteljandi og langa;Vi? alla veri? í sátt,Sem sótt hef ég hug-fanga. Eitt sinn rau?ur logi brann,er nóttin dimm kyssti mig;mörgum lei?um ég ann,allt fyrir trúna á ?ig.Hjarta? er djúpur brunnur,dypt ?ess enn ómæld er;lífi? er ?ess eini grunnur,í bæ?i ?ér og mér. Fegur? á rætur í jör?,vegirnir margir fjær;halda skal um au?inn vör?,allan sem okkur er kær.Leita?u ávallt lengra,út á hinn stóra völl;lei?irnar ?ræ?ast ?rengra,?egar vi? sjáum fjöll. Vertu ætí? einn af ?eim,sem gefa meir enn ?eir taka;gef?u til baka heim,?ar sem eldfjöllin enn vaka.Veik er ei trú sem gefur,í fyllinu tímans sátt;allt hér í lífinu hefur,byrjunar og sinn loka ?átt.


*Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Let Freedom Conquer Let freedomConquer our earthLet it be ourPlayful gardenGive every trialIts own worthLet this onlyIn peace be starten'Every our new minuteIs to liveProsper onwardAnd further growWe must fightFor freedom's giveAnd tomorrow shall riseIn its glow Let freedomBe our singing onFill the airWith its soft melodiesEvery kindness denialBe goneOver the green fieldsSwaying treesMy hope is your hopeAll the wayThat to our loadHas been givenThere comes a morningOf new dayThat through harmonyIs all driven Let me be your guardianAs you're mineOn to the many roadsHere aheadStop every teardropp


Bring on sunshineTo thoseThat in sorrow bledRaise every freedomTo its true gloryThose feelingsMust never be aloneLet our futuresEnd in a happy storyGiving the moodAnd the right tone Peter S. Quinn


Let Go Let Go (A Lyric) Let go let goInto lives dream spaceThe time's like a glowThat shines many waysIts love blinking wideOn to the night deepWhere stars of light glideIn tomorrow's sleep Let go let goRun through the dark wheelOur time is to and froWith its love and feelAnd nothing is too easyTo find there outTime’s luck a little breezyWith what it’s about Let go in deep whirlpoolThe sparkling of desireLook back and refuelLife’s influence backfireLove will handle its truthAnd what from its awakesIn its eternal of youthAnd its moments of aches (Written while listening to the trance of Darren Tate) Peter S. Quinn


Let It All Flow (A Reggae Lyric) Let it all flow to the insideReady or not easy or slowMaking the beat in a steady guideAs you move along and goFeeling good in that its sayingAs it comes in to giveTake a lift to judgment weighingWith each day you must live The moments around are sinkingMaking it never too easyEvery day is a many time thinkingIn its calm and its breezyPeople are the heart of lifeFilling each day with their trustSo much to lift and to strifeFor every new purpose to adjust Let it all flow same as you makeTill it’s really nothing more to sayTake your step to call and wakeThere are so many different waySo much to life for in the jiffWhen it comes in to your streetNever be thoughtless or stiffBecause love’s really all your treat Let it all flow to the insideReady or not easy or slowMaking the beat in a steady guideAs you move along and goFeeling good in that its sayingAs it comes in to giveTake a lift to judgment weighingWith each day you must live Peter S. Quinn


Let It Be Love Let my heart seeEvery answer it may searchLet it forever beWithin my heart‘s reachLet there be an answerFor every speaking wisdomLet it come from everywhereEvery heart and soul from Let us together seeEverything we can teachAnd let it be freeFor everyone‘s reachTeach the world to beForever in its freedomAnd let everyone seeWhere true hearts come from Let there be loveLet it be love foreverSkies no clouds ofWe just in peace togetherLet it be loveLet there be love for you and meLike sunshine aboveForever shine on free Refrain:Let it be loveLet it be love foreverSkies no clouds ofWe just in peace togetherLet it be loveLet there be love for you and meLike sunshine aboveForever shine on free Peter S. Quinn


Let It Come And Let It Fly Don't come or stayLose yourself nowIf you are coming my wayGet rid of your self somehowI don't mind what drove you hereWhat you are is just to fitPerhaps someone from nowhereReaching up a little bit Crumble down again to loseSpiting words right backYou are what you always chooseSome accomplish or a lackBreathe your way with your bladesEverything might end up the sameYour cards may have some spadesBut your style you must tame Don't come to remakeJust let you go and burn throughHave your saying and a wakeIt's entirely up to youNothing can be remadeThat fails to fit or go highTake away what you dismayedLet it come and let it fly Peter S. Quinn


Let It Shine On Let it shine onAll that is glowingNever be goneIn a world of goingLet it have goldShining on so fineIn our eyes to holdGlisten like sunshine A bouquet of flowersIn a dream to findMoments and hoursThose left behindEverything is fallingLike a glow to darkMemories on callingIn their old spark Let it shine throughWeaving its fineAlways again to renewIn days of sunshineWinter is now comingFrosty white clearPast days all summingIn dark that´s near Peter S. Quinn


Let Love Be Easy Let love be easyIn its own waySometimes life‘s breezyWhen it starts to play Giving and takingAll of its pleasureFeelings up wakingInside true treasure I think of youEverywhere I’m goingMessages come thruIn footsteps snow glowing I had you dearFor moment’s briefBut always you‘re nearIn each my grief Let love be luckNever let it goFor then you‘ll be struckWith shine of its flow Always let loveFor a moment be mineLike moving clouds aboveSo there’ll be sunshine Peter S. Quinn


Let Love Be Here Let love be hereFor songs are onAnd love's everywhereAnd never goneLet love be the heartTo give and trustAnd don't let it departOr become lost For dreams are trueIn every wayAnd it's up to youTo meet their dayAnd all you shareShall be for rightFor love is hereIn all its light Let love be stillThe faith so strongWhen we climb a hillOf peace to longFor love is allIn life everythingIt shall never fallIf we believe and sing Let love be hereFor songs are onAnd love's everywhereAnd never goneFor you and IAre true in its justBound to its tieAnd to its true trust Let love be hereFor songs are onAnd love's everywhere


And never goneIt's up to youTo bring on peaceAnd become trueIn your believes Peter S. Quinn


Let Love Be My Heart - Sonnet Let love be my heart in every its turnAnd rising like glow of the new morning skyThat on to the day and evening burnLove that's from inside that never shall dieLet every whisper of its breezing comeGive me my hope and tomorrow true dreamsWhere every singing's peacefully fromInto the awaking of life's river streams Here is my heart for your wonderment onAnd finding the joy of being whole and freeThose gifts of the day shall never be goneAlways come in heights forever to beLove is like a seed the dilates from peaceAnd never is in doubt what to do or please Peter S. Quinn


Let Love Come Let love come in your heart,Let love have a new try;You know its time to start,To say to war goodbye.There is no winner in hate,Only your soul and love dies;But you will never be too late,For love efforts and tries.Let love win back its role,In your place and hour;Let it be in your soul,Let it be your lives power.There is no other force,That gives you purer strength;It would be an intimate loss,If hatred would go on for length.Give all you can to peace,It settles and comforts your mind;And further than hatred - it sees,For love is never blind. Peter S. Quinn


Let Love Come 2 Let love comeWith hope of spring,Every its blossomTo moments sing;Dreams that go byFilling the distance,Opening up the skyRich days in chance. Let love beEverything inside,So lovers can seeWhat adores hide;Changes of summerTimes in its show,Colors and bloomersIn evening glow. All that is softlyClouds in their going,Days in libertyDrifting and slowing;Let love be stillLovers precious hours,Blossoming hillBouquets of flowers. Peter S. Quinn


Let Love Come To Darkness Deep Let love come to darkness deepAnd everything will turn to whiteWhat lies beneath a shadow to creepCan no longer in the night hide Oh spoil me with golden sunbeamsThey are majestical and fineJust like these flying daydreamsThat have no realistic shine Let love come and kiss my fateFor I don't want to be alone moreI hope my feelings aren't too lateAs I can love for much assure! Oh dreams of deep and far withinI know where all you areThere's none - in love called sinJust ones like a fallen star Oh love oh love is there another wayWhich I can call and feel the sameFor nights and nights won't turn a dayIf the blaze on the wick's a dying flame Peter S. Quinn


Let Love Come To You In Its Light Let love come to you in its lightLike a morning in dark daybreakWhen the night is still in its nightJust before the sun come to wakeWhere the hours are still asleepWith every feeling of inside heartIn the night with its stars to keepJust before the morning will start Let true love be in all of thisWhere the stars shine bright in glowAnd our dream is a wish and blissJust before the moonshine will goWhen we are with the clouds afarTripping down to the dawn shineRidding high above on falling starWith its twinkling threads and line Let love come to you in its flightWith every wing that’s softly fallingThrough the break of the coming lightAs life comes awake and is callingWhen the mood is so right to agreeWith every hour that newly risesAnd becomes to our daydreaming freeIn its glow and many color surprises (Today I’ve been reading some lyrics by Lorenz Hart, from ‘The Complete Lyricsof Lorenz Hart’; Hart wrote about 500-600 lyrics and was called the Poet ofBroadway.) Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Be Forth In Your Joy Give me hope from dark leavesTomorrow born mornings of yoreEach life only moments in cleavesCorners of peace and some warTry every thought with your ownNever be lost in its destinyTheir space is vast to be shownFor something that can not be Sow every seed in its worthFlowers of earth and their wishA rose in its splendid birthWhat burst forth to accomplishPluck the lance flowers darkThe sky has no limit there onThoughts that suddenly will sparkUntil their impressions are gone Let me be forth in your joyWith what I can to you giveOur life is to worthily employWhat we can exemplify and liveJust like each the sudden waveOf the inspirations that you feelLongings to language shall craveBe in this world to become real Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Bring You Hope (From, Even Though There AreNo Reasons) Let me bring you hopeAnd a peaceful situationWalls and bridges slopeIn transferring occupationLove is at its very own peaceNever again will it breakOnly you can truly releaseThat is in your heartache Let me take you thereFrom where you have been livingSo much is in the airOf ways of tomorrow's givingNever leave it lonelyThat's climbing to the real goodFor no one's eyes-onlyIs a painful lost childhood Let me bring you peaceTo your broken beating heartA friend indeed that freesAll the secrets of its impartLove song that gives a smileEmbraces who you really areGives a strength to a fragileFrom near to the very afar Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Come Here With You – A Song Let me come here with youOn the road once moreBring inside poems - fewThat came from stars afarTell me about your dreamsAnd how they set your nameIn to your life's streamsOr burn a desiring flame Let me sing to youAll my summer summingTrying to see clearly throughWhat to your day's comingLet chooses be clearly madeWith your heart insideFor feelings will never fadeIf they are fate's guide Let me bring you hopeAnd turn your ways to lifeHold on to this world's robeIn every ending's strifeWe must just feel to be oneTo carry this world in peaceThis blue world might be goneIf we don't occupy: heart's-ease Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Come With You Now Let me come with you nowTo roads each person knowsOur thoughts crossed somehowKnowing what dries or flowsMoments past are not thereNothing in to get more fixedOnly the ways and old stairInto our lives’ve been mixed With each our broken feelingBecome true and reliableEvery thought that's misdealingTo your past is now deniableInside this many are lostWith their loneliness loadedYears gone by - dices tossedAnd every new rail railroaded Empty are the future pocketsWhile the days are moving fastWith their photos in the locketsMemories and stories to recastShowing doubtful line or twoThat each condition will discloseEverything’s here to give a clueBefore into the long-ago it goes Empty are the future pocketsWhile the days are moving fastWith their photos in the locketsMemories and stories to recastShowing doubtful line or twoThat each condition will discloseEverything’s here to give a clueBefore into the long-ago it goes Inside this many are lostWith their loneliness loadedYears gone by - dices tossed


And every new rail railroaded (Inspiration: Leonard Cohen) Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Come... Let me come be your somethingFor this day to be setAlways new things to you bringThat you never before meetRelax and move on softlyTry your own dreams in luckEverything comes sometime loftilyAnd to this earth gets stuck Chase the ways that it takesTo bring the best on throughAnd what it from there wakesTo become something again newNot getting tired their same old wayNever succeeding in getting thereThis and that for every dayAlways again coming to nowhere Let this carry in your changing tryWith its habits in ordinary liftNever ask the reason again whyThis has something to do with a giftLying there and just nothing to fearTaking it places to be seenFilling empty spaces from nowhereAnd everything that's staying between Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Get High And Low Let me get high and lowIn its own simplicityAnywhere thought need to goTo become absolutely freeThere is so much to go byRising the mood that fliesReaching the somewhere in tryLimits the deeps to the skies Early morning coming callTaking you to its first timeLanding and bringing to allSomething we call rhythm’s primeDaydreaming trips are so hardIf you know where you are goingBecome a popular thinking bardWith everything in thoughts showing Let me get down to the lineOne by one they will giveSomething of hope to defineAnything you might once liveThere are so many feels in a wayBringing them together what you doGoing by sight in what you playEverything coming so clearly through Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Have It All Let me have it allLove songs to youSummer winter fallAll if it is true Dreams that go byLife on living onSpring in open skyTill those days are gone You and I loveFeelings inside blissDrifting clouds aboveMorning summer kiss All that's doneFeelings never dieKeep us moving onTo no reasons why Life just like thisNever returning againDays of dreamy blissSearch of secrets vein Heart to heart to knowLove of every feelingThen we have to goOld memories on stealing Let me have it allLove songs to youSummer winter fallAll if it is true Dreams that go byLife on living onSpring in open skyTill those days are gone


Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Know If Love Is All (From, Myspace) Let me know if love is allInside this and evermoreBringing someone to its fallWhen there is no self to sworeReasons coming inside tallWith its hope and little doorCertainty of each their callInto this and that to lore There are hungers that cryWith their vibrations foretellAsking questions what and whyIn each stroke and of its spellLongings that might say goodbyeIf a truth gives tuneful bellSometimes they will come as lieInside this and all is well Round and round a dreaming headThoughts will look as if lostIn its trimmings they will leadDryness ordinary that has crossedEvery dreaded card then shredFor each fate and dust to dustBefore skeptical are even readOr ways of your means becomes rust Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Know You Let me know youAnd your many waysSo I may show youTimes again many playsDreams are never doneThey keep on coming backWe go on and onIn our own kind of luck Let me know youAnd how you go throughThere's so much to show youAnd what in your time you can doOur lives are always changingTo something different nowAnd then again arrangingAll hours back somehow Let me know youAnd your many waysSo I may show youTimes again many playsWe are never stoppingAll is in its endless waysAnd no one from justice hoppingHere comes the morn of new days Let me know youAnd your many waysSo I may show youTimes again many playsDreams are never doneThey keep on coming backWe go on and onIn our own kind of luck Let me know youAnd your many waysSo I may show you


Times again many plays Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Move On To You Let me move on to youWith thoughts flying insideFrom the summerset blueFrom above clouds glideWhen the sky's high clearAnd dream’s dreaming onWith memories so nearThose with years have gone Every thought that wingsWill reach back once moreHope it sometimes bringsTo a distance morrow shoreNothing what we do or sayWill bring back spring oldSo much just moves awayAs the days and years unfold Our moments stayed awhileAnd gave every pleasure tooA photograph with a smileIs my recollection now of you Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Not Go Away (From, Myspace) Let me not go awayInto dreams of the dayFollow no shadowsInto its after goesThere are reasons for a whyAnd every cloud that drifts byNowhere coming aroundFor the trials to be found Let me stay with you hereIn your love and your careWhile twilight is in driftWith its blue moody shiftThat comes within its dimIn dark of the night's hymnWhen amber to red is takenFrom eve sky once awaken Let me not be without youOr a onetime walk throughWith its doubt and low toneIn every silence of aloneLonging stretch away to nightLost in whole and love's flightFire of the praising pastFlames that can't in time last Peter S. Quinn


Let Me See Your Love Let me see your loveIn everything you doLike the cloudlets aboveThose come here thruLet me touch and feelWhat you are aboutAnd if your love is realWithout any doubt Let me hear your beatOf your heart’s songThose that daily treatWhat your passions longEvery footstep onOf your day by dayTill the echoes are goneTo their memories alley Let me see your beingAs you move my heartEverything worth seeingRight from first startLet me give and makeThis life a token of goldWithout heart’s beat breakThat cannot life hold Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Sing Let me sing to you brotherWhat the world is all aboutThis is our home and no otherDon’t need any ways of doubtFeel what you feel in lives trialGive every result to go cleanJude every war with its denialCome make commitment be seen Nobody else will remind youWhat you'll make with your heartJust need a conscience be trueAnd you'll know where to startNot be to rigorous in your actionsAll shall then be that you wishThere are plenty worthy attractionsFor what you need to accomplish Let me sing to you sisterFor the world to be peaceful againThere is complications twisterIn every stride that is in vainNobody there to understand youIf you will not give or lent a handLet your love justify on here thruFor others to follow and understand Nobody else there to followThe world can be a lonely placeLike the unclear ways and hollowWithout any care for or any graceTouch just another human beingLet every feeling have its meaningAnd you will have a heart in seeingWhen trouble is here intervening Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Sing / Dreamy Dream Let me sing about another hourWhere the moon keeps me companyUntil dawn will whiten flowerWith its plots and time to seeBe alive and into light heightsWhere a freedom powers questionOf darkish conjunctions of nightsThoughts in sanctuary deceptions Moon shines above the vaporInto oceans of dark water deepWaking up from twilights shoreEvery flower the day shall keepNocturnal songs swiveled aroundSpeckled dream scarcely a lineConical opening now just foundThe daily fire for new sunshineDreamy dream my voyage areInto forgotten roots and echoesSensations that in dark went farAlone lie now in sundown limbosWe must go on in day's realityCarry weights into our tomorrowNever again in gone dreams beFuture’s fresh imaginings borrow Let me sing about another hourWhere the moon keeps me companyUntil dawn will whiten flowerWith its plots and time to seeMoon shines above the vaporInto oceans of dark water deepWaking up from twilights shoreEvery flower the day shall keep Dreamy dream my voyage areInto forgotten roots and echoesSensations that in dark went far


Alone lie now in sundown limbosWe must go on in day's realityCarry weights into our tomorrowNever again in gone dreams beFuture’s new imaginings borrow Peter S. Quinn


Let Me Sing You A Song Let me sing you a songOf sweet lonesome tenderFeelings of summer’s longIn bleach of fall surrenderMy heart is not now easyWhile days are getting darkFor wintry times breezyWhere earth frost shall spark Let me just fly todayTo some else summer’s glowWith my dreams and playWhere there is nowhere snowJust easy going breezeWhere birds can tenderly singAmong green leaved treesAnd back the summer bring My heart is tender longingIn outside coldness startThough I in my song’s longingFeelings of a tender heartThose days are now leavingWhere flowers fragrances giveAnd thus my heart deceivingWhat I did long for to live *With this picture: Peter S. Quinn


Let Peace Be With You Let peace be with youWhile Christmas comes callingEvery bell tinkling throughWith the snowflakes stars falling Give everyone true peaceWith your love and good willingA merry happy time - Christmas treesEvery your wish fulfilling Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year– To everybody! Thank you all for your comments …; -) Peter S. Quinn


Let Peace Be Within Your Heart Let peace be within your heartWith our dreams beyond the lightWhere all the reachable startTo set its wings to new flightWith the beautiful things beyondIn the dreams of the farawayAnd nothing of reality is foundOnly the fancies that will play In everything that will be playingLet love songs be yours tonightIn the whole lot fluffy on stayingWhen dreams are coming in brightThose feelings are bright as a starAnd playfully like clouds freeSo much from the very afarThat comes into dreams to be So join me in my kind of songThat gives every true sensation onYou have in your heart to longBefore night-time twinkling’s goneLet peace be within your heartWith our dreams beyond the lightAchieve with me to a far-off partOf everything vivid truly bright Peter S. Quinn


Let Romance Be Romance (From, The SongstersLyrics) Let romance be romanceEvery dark night be morningAnd love our 2nd chanceIn love's ever turningFrom its doubling dearGiving so much and closeJust by heaving you hereLike sweet morning rose Every day is to be fineComing in for a kissWhen there's rising sunshineWith everything there isLove falling youngerInto everything sungEvery day so much longerIn the summer's tongue Rising and energizingIn new dreams of creationImaginations beauty stylizingWith romancing gradationLove songs to do and giveFeeling of desiring longThis around now to liveIn anew found around song Peter S. Quinn


Let The Clouds Go By Let the clouds go byInto their hazy driftClear it to a blue skyAnd your spring spirit upliftEvery upside and downNever for too long to stayWalk the happiness townEvery gray morning day Lift your heart up to the hillsWhen the dim is inside youEvery pleasure it fulfillsWhen you are so much in blueThere are no reasons for sorrowWhen the day is beautifulThere might be a tomorrowWhen such paths are memorable Come and give me starlightGently softly in its torchAlways day turning the nightBecause I love you so muchLet our love be still aroundWhen autumn shall arriveAnd yellow leaves are foundIn these woods and drive Let the clouds go byInto their cloudy driftClear it to a blue skySo my strength shall upliftEvery upside and downNever for too long to stayWalk the happiness townEvery dreary morn day Peter S. Quinn


Let The Cold Be Outside Let the cold be outsideFrom the north western windEvery frosty to hideFrom our feelings chagrined Deep of snowy footstepsMaking us all reaching lowFrom some moody interceptsThat in dark will go Let the cold not come inFinding us by the fireTaking flicker quench spinAt our flames of aspire Making cold numb our feelAnd catching influenza tooWith its frost glaring heelComing as draft through Stay here by the giving heatWhen the breezing goes byAnd we frost and sullen meetIn the squall from the sky Yesterday it snowed allotMade the streets hard acrossGhost of winter with its plotShowing power of chaos Peter S. Quinn


Let The Dreams Come And Go (From, Rock Star) Let the dreams come and go,For the night will arrive;When moon's in shadows glow,Light and dark comes to live.Inside out is now my soul,With the feelings I try to hide;Through the newest rigmarole,Where our ways are alongside.In a war we are mistaken,Death's presents - so motionless;Love and peace both forsaken,Open eyes - lost and starless. Have not death, have not death,Its world obliterate lives roots;Give new breath, give new breath,Be born to live and give your fruits. Let the dreams flow in making,Heart in heart to fulfill;Silences leave voices awaking,Sunshine through a shadowed hill.All is same on this earth,Sky hides - my thoughts fetches;Beginning days each its worth,New love and life stretches.In a war we are mistaken,Death's presents - so motionless;Love and peace both forsaken,Open eyes - lost and starless. Have not death, have not death,Its world obliterate lives roots;Give new breath, give new breath,Be born to live and give your fruits. Oh, oh, oh hear my heart call and cry,Oh, oh, oh hey-oh, yeah live not die...


Peter S. Quinn


Let The Joyful Sunshine Come Let the joyful sunshine cometo the inside little some,where emotions hidewith our thoughts abide,- and we don't know where are from. Summer like a sweetest rosegoing through and then it goes,colored treasureseyesight pleasures,- all there in from lightness grows. Everything is moments newfrom the gray and to the blue,many sunshine daysnothing long though stays,- for each time is going through. Peter S. Quinn


Let The River Flow And Flow - A Song Let the river flow and flowAs the time balances onLet a heart know and knowBefore love from it’s dried goneAny directions will doFinding each cardinal pointYou are the river to see throughComing to water - the joint Let the wind blow and blowInto the clouds nearbyAs they move and go and goInto the bluest of the skyLove is an attraction to findWhere every river goes throughSome it shall be combinedWith what's in me and you Let gravel be earth and earthIn to the forest of sunshineThere’s a reason for each birthWhy it has a central point lineLove is a magnetism to findNothing can do it to be trueEach of its ways is designedTo come to be and to renew Peter S. Quinn


Let The Song Become Old Let the song become oldbefore it's all gonelife tones many foldcannoning through Fall's sun;wishful are the daysthat never had their timeturning tide's wayspast their wake and prime. Let their song be foundin their chorus linetones to come aroundlike new days of sunshine;give a tune a listenits melody of beautythrough times glistenfor something more to be. let the song become oldbefore it's all gone.Its beauty is untoldif no one listens on. Its beauty is untoldif no one listens on! Peter S. Quinn


Let The Songs Just Come Let the songs just comeEasy for your heartStrumming and their humLike an Adonis dart Flowers bouquets are forLove in its breezy blowWithin agreement or warIntense moments and low Give your attractions vowEasily breakable vaseEach heart is like a plowStraight lines or jagged paws We’re much like each otherEvery one actually ardentHear me sister and brotherYou aren't flame-retardant! Peter S. Quinn


Let The Time Be Worth It Let the time be worth itEvery day and nightWhen summer strings hitColors sunshine brightAs each love awakesFor every pleasant hoursLike the streaming lakesShoots bank’s flowers The yesterdays were sweetIn a drifting on moodsThe early on hour’s streetIn their stillness etudesWhen dream’s still aroundMotionless and flaring upAnd asleep is there foundIn an embrace dew’s cup Let the time open its eyeWith each wandering cloudsIn the blue morning skyWith the new risen crowds Peter S. Quinn


Let The World Dream Otherwise Let the world dream otherwiseIn all its left and its rightSo much of it's still in disguiseLost in transition temptation flight Foliage of stage and maskIn a world that is going its wayInside is it innumerable taskGrowing for another tomorrow day Let each hope be there deployedForward in its transitional controlThat in the past has been destroyedIn every part and its role Dream that did follow each formationTasking its risk of its partFilling our thought with temptationEverything first in its start Let the world dream and be fullAnd all shall become something moreCharisma of its worthy on pullThat we to the futures must store Depths in the shades of their bringingFlowing on smoothly or roughTogether like clay everything stringingThat sometimes seems more like a bluff Peter S. Quinn


Let There Be Let it be little more than springLet it be love in your heartSomething so wonderful to singHere from the morning of its start There is so much joy in all its lifeGiving and moving every new dayThis is how life is in its wayFlowing on and on to give and strife Let there be blossoms of new givingAll that is done from their pastTime after time in its many castLove so profound of all its living Day of a night in all their risingTimeless into their new lightWings of moments of a going flightAlways like life seed in surprising Let there be day after day in lightShowing the purpose of everythingEndlessly on in the heart to singFlowing like rivers in the deep night There is the day there is the goingFlawlessly moving step by step onEverything like sunrise till goneFull of its day and full of its glowing Peter S. Quinn


Let There Be Light Let there be lightIn songs of the skyClouds in their flightDrifting here byLove songs of seasonMemories from pastRainbows of reasonFor tomorrow’s cast Let there be lightOn to the wavesOut the horizon sightWith my thoughts and cravesOceans far wideDreams to new shoreThru the times glideAnd its dimensional corridor Let there be lightIn poems and the wordsNever falling nightOn to those birdsThat drift in their yearnTo follow the sunAnd in their heart burnFor lives true creation Peter S. Quinn


Let There Be Light... Let there be LightThru our wandering wayClean shine and brightInside and outside rayLet there be loveIn the cloudless skyFar in the blue aboveIn each daily try Let there be youFor what you longMay it all come thruIn your tomorrow songEach day and nightFlying light daytimeFrom wrong to rightAnd strong in its prime Let there be meGiving you all thisHopes in words freeOf dreams you can't missLike thoughts are goingOn to their resideAs the evening's glowingFrom golden light glide Peter S. Quinn


Let There Be Love Let there be love,All inside and out;Let it be above,And everywhere about.Let there be us,Freedom to give;Truthful and timeless,Always to live. Let there be sun,Inside a heart;Hatred all run,From the first start.Let there be gift,Under blue sky;All there to lift,Spirits to the high. Let there be you,Just as with me;Holding on too,Further to see.Let there be wish,Comings and new;Never to finish,All of them true. Peter S. Quinn


Let There Be Love 2 Let there be dreamsTo conquer and winWhere everything seemsFrom affections within Let there be sunshineWith soothing rainDays of feelings fineWithout misery and pain Let there be a heartFinding its true loveFrom Inside and apartWith plenty affections of Let there be beautyFor everyone to adoreFreedom of the freeFrom here to evermore Let there be youWith good things givingFreshly on and trueIn your days of living Let there be meIn days of tomorrowLearn to give and beIn each joy and sorrow Peter S. Quinn


Let There Be Peace let there be peacein our heartlet there be someon our way for lovewill then not departbut be becomeone with the new day if there are reasonsfor conclusionslet them be so to satisfythose words let there be peaceon the roads you walkfor love will becomeone with your footsteps our waysare either waysfull of aspirations and anticipationfor the hope we want let there be lovefor conclusionsin these wordsto those reasons the new dayis our day if we want itlove is like the butterfly tender wingsthat air will dearly holdto swift away let there be peace


for it then grows into love Peter S. Quinn


Let There Be You Let there be youWith songs to singA love tone so trueEmotions to bring Let the be wavesOn rivers flowingIn feeling that cravesWhere love is going Let there be moonIn the clouds aboveBring singing tuneFull of amours love Let there be autumnIn a glowing shineWhere wind will strumEvery hour intertwine Let there be youWith songs to singA love tone so trueEmotions in bring Let there be meKnowing your adoreWith wings so freeAnd no sorrows anymore Peter S. Quinn


Let Us Let us not be old for too longFor we are inside of needLike love's feeling or a songJust what you are and read Let us just be still inside youngIn all that we want and doHere with the youngsters amongFeel your youthfulness too RefrainEvery feeling is an obsessionAnd nothing comes easy to goTake aim of its comprehensionFor life in it you shall knowAll is here going to its voidYou can't stop where life's goingSome may be though decoyedInto times of time unknowing Let us therefore be on strongFor everything's turningLike love's feeling or a songThat inside is yearning Let us just do what we desireEverything has its needTake on life's keenness with fireOccasions as they read Refrain Let us not be old for too longFor we are inside of needLike love's feeling or a songJust what you are and read Refrain


Let us just be still inside youngIn all that we want and doHere with the youngsters amongFeel your youthfulness too Peter S. Quinn


Let Us Give Freedom Dream dream awayBut never give up your dreamsThere shall come a sunshine dayWith fresh river streamsAny hope is my hopeAnd any joy is mineHold on to your freedom ropeLet in all the sunshine All justice is to giveTo make equalityAnd in peace therefore liveTo learn and beSummer is not a thoughtBut a fresh new spring‘Freedom come’ is taughtTogether we now sing: Let us give freedomFor everyone that's in needNot just for someThat so have pleadBut for all mankindIn these days for allLet us together it findIn our need and call Dream dream awayBut never give up your dreamsThere shall come a sunshine dayWith fresh river streamsAny hope is my hopeAnd any joy is mineHold on to your freedom ropeLet in all the sunshine Peter S. Quinn


Let Us Give Freedom - A Lyric Dream dream awayBut never give up your dreamsThere shall come a sunshine dayWith fresh river streamsAny hope is my hopeAnd any joy is mineHold on to your freedom ropeLet in all the sunshine All justice is to giveTo make equalityAnd in peace therefore liveTo learn and beSummer is not a thoughtBut a fresh new spring‘Freedom come’ is taughtTogether we now sing: Let us give freedomFor everyone that's in needNot just for someThat so have pleadBut for all mankindIn these days for allLet us together it findIn our need and call Dream dream awayBut never give up your dreamsThere shall come a sunshine dayWith fresh river streamsAny hope is my hopeAnd any joy is mineHold on to your freedom ropeLet in all the sunshine Peter S. Quinn


Let Us Together Let us together spinSongs to our own heartFrom the feelings inside inNot in any old rampartThis is all perfectly meThis is all perfectly youSpinning our tunes in freeSomething that everyone should do Let us together singDreams on our own wayAlways some new there bringTurning their catch to playLove songs of never endingAlways they are so trueWith every song voice blendingWith their emotions coming thru Let us together touchStepwise and far apart‘Cause words mean so much as suchBoth in their end and startLet us just sing for a reasonFilling up certain spaceAll time songs and seasonWith full of catch and phrase *(I was making a song like Cole Porter, when this came…) Peter S. Quinn


Let Us Walk Among Freedom Still Let us walk among freedom stillIn its easy going beatAnd never up the tyrant’s hillOn to no sympathy street! Let each of us be a liberty makerBreaking up the old chainsNot the truth and hope breakerIn the censorship grains Peter S. Quinn


Let Your Balloon Fly Let your balloon flyDreams are everywhereReaching far and highFlying to here and thereAll is in its blissGlory and its primesThis is how it isThrough the end of times. Fulfill and take awayEverything you liveMeet times destiny playWith what you have to giveNothing comes easyIn its endless treasureTimes are flying freeFor its own pleasure Don't give up and dieWhen you're truly trying'Cause limitless is the skyIn imaginations flyingAnd all is taste and luckNot the best there isYou will always rockIf you take on in this Peter S. Quinn


Let Your Dreams In Let your dreams inPlay without any doubtWith its endless spinCatch the waves about Let it notice youWithout walking awaySee occasions thruFor another new day Let your dreams winWith its tones aloudRight ways conqueringLike a sun drifting cloud Let it be awakeAlways while you still areOther moments makeIn your heart and afar Let your dreams findSomething fresh givingIn a force combinedAll its ways of living Let it reach a goalIn what it was meant forHave its certain roleOpen up another door Peter S. Quinn


Let Your Heart Be Wild Let your heart be wildTo tomorrow's stormy waysNever to hinder knots tiledOr the ordinary graysIts every day is a reasonTurning points in timeFull of hopes aspiring seasonSailing brines of prime Every its day be awakeOnto the shores of freedomGive your heart and makeOceans blue waves' blossomAll that is from withinOn to your dreams to beSun shining ways to winEach that will make you free Never be broken by failThat has begun a thoughtYou shall begin another sailWhen new habits are taughtSo much is in a turning fateThat comes and gives a tryIts flows need to be activateBefore it reaches blue sky Peter S. Quinn


Let Your Heart Flow Let your heart flowBrightly and clearBeats on their goOf love that's nearTheir dreaming and wishOf all day longLike a star falling blissIn another love song Let me be for youSomeone so fineAlways quite trueAnd clear as sunshineIn dreams going byOur wishes come trueTheir low beats and highInside and going through Let songs be for pleasuresIn dreaming gone byEach day of its treasureLike blue of the skyI know that I love youLike every beautyThis you now tooIf you really know me Peter S. Quinn


Let’s Enjoy Still The Old Let’s enjoy still the oldAs it comes in with its charmsSo much there still to holdInside love and feeling armsDreams that never were apartOnly inside to accomplishFor its love and beats of heartAnd every truthful new wish Come and give from all withinBeautiful moments thru the dayFeelings touching to the skinAs the love is on its wayEverything that we two belongTo new days and yesterdaysAs it comes there thru in a songAnd to love in love’s plays Let’s enjoy and feel the highsAs we close both our eyesFor such love really never diesOr fills the ways with liesAll our trust is inside thisAs those feelings around callHeart to heart in its blissNever a beat to a silence fall Peter S. Quinn


Let’s Have It Nice Let’s have it nice in winter’s snowIn the garden of dark and breezyShinning light in its starry glowTaking the freezing time easy Beautiful summer is long goneOn to our dreams in the farawayWe are still here though carrying onIn chilly remote winter’s play Let’s have it nice in tender lightsThose on to the night here twinkleOutside the moon and starry nightsAnd bells in celebration tinkle Everything is now dark and coldOutside in snow white icy earthStories of winter soon to be toldEach in their shiny blustery worth Let’s have it nice in hour’s darkWhen there is coldness outsideGleam northern lights in their sparkNow through the heavens glide Bouquets of blossoms memoriesThrough windows of rosy whiteOutside where the barren treesAre swaying in their breezy night Peter S. Quinn


Let's Dance Together Let's dance togetherIn moments concisePlayful is the weatherDarkness all the skies Dancing fathered beamsGlow to glow onFreshly aired dreamsTo my desire drawn Let's dance tomorrowIn days like theseBreak away all sorrowWith the morning breeze Feelings that are lonelyNever should be hereJust our pleasures onlyWith moments everywhere Let's dance and enjoyYears are much too fewDon’t let dullness destroyThis is much up to you Morning comes to giveEvery dream of your heartYes let’s begin to liveSoon as our dance will start Peter S. Quinn


Let's Dance Together... Let's dance togetherIn moments concisePeaceful is the weatherDarkness all the skiesDancing fathered beamsGlow Onto glow onFreshly aired dreamsTo my desires drawn Let’s dance now closeWhile moments are going byEverything onward goesTo distance of open skyFlowers that were fallingWhile autumn was youngMemories of old are callingNow in a winter song Let’s dance till ChristmasAnd find hope in New YearRemember all that wasPleasures gone from hereThere is a day going to pastAll is just a moment’s whileProvidence has set its castExistence in years and style Peter S. Quinn


Lets Have A Beautiful Day Lets have a beautiful daybefore the stars come to play,their glistening shineand twinkling divine,- out there in the milky way. Peter S. Quinn


Let's Share Let's share our heartIt's full of melodiesIn a beat of fresh startThat every feeling freesA love song to youLike a singing lullabyWhere everything is trueLike blueness of the sky In going times and comingWhere life roads crossWater your heart's bloomingSo its bloom may embossDreams shall never goIf you give them a tryAnd your heart you'll knowAs the times go by Life is full of beatWoven in life's harmonyIf you kindly it treatYour heart will set them freeAnd give you life's songIn beauty of its livingSomething in life to longThat's worth enjoyment giving Let share our heartIt's full of melodiesIn a beat of fresh startThat every feeling freesLet's share that songAnd it's singing to youForever to be youngForever to be true Peter S. Quinn


Let's Talk About Love Let's talk about loveBecause so much is in its wayLight of sunshine aboveIt feels each morning and dayLet's give a new touchLike summer is coming newIn a heartbeat of muchWhere each day is new and true Let talk about youIf you are feeling the sameSo much is coming thruIn truth of a burning flameLove is what gives it allIn every worth single daySummer it gives its callSpring it starts its play Let's talk about youAnd everything in its givingYou need to have love that's trueTo start your hearts' livingAll must be in and aboutFrom days that begin to touchSo you needn't have a doubtIf you love me too much Let's talk about loveBecause so much is in its wayLight of sunshine aboveIt feels each morning and dayLet's give a new touchLike summer is coming newIn a heartbeat of muchWhere each day is new and true And if you are not to be trueYou need not to give so muchIt's all just up to you


What love is in its touch Let's talk about loveYes let talk about love Peter S. Quinn


Let's Walk Hand In Hand Let's walk hand in handIn give and takeComing to understandWhat lives make Everything is twoSided in each waySo it's up to youAnd me each day Let's not be dividedBut bring in peaceDisappointments you can hide itAnd see beyond the trees Life is upside downSometimes in its waysBut it can come aroundAfter a few days Let's walk together hereMake good out of allHope we can all shareAs providence call Everything is a hopeIn its own truthful rightLet's hold on to that robeAnd not make another fight Peter S. Quinn


Letters Dreams are done with all the colors insideOne by one they come through and start their glowWith flickering corset from black to white snowFrom their deep connotation of shading glideThe reason of words in their meaning defineSketching a thought with an outside viewingWithin a context of importance arguingThrough their phrases on the page line by lineSenses distorted through time and understandingPlayfully going like black dots to the eyesOr universes in Big Bangs expandingRowing through their mysteries of disguiseVapors of alphabets into their ownOrdinary or complexes never known * See the reason for this poem here: Peter S. Quinn


Letting Go Letting go ahead in the worldwith so much plenty to dolike love's a flammable twirlin my heart and feelings to you There's a song for almost allwith its plenty of more to dowinter, spring, summer and fallI'm always letting go - that's true! And as we walk thru this dayfinding summer old glowingwe know that nothing will stayon its way to its going There's some summer in us alland the love that is singingtill the end of this fallcolored brilliance it's bringing Letting go ahead in the worldwith so much plenty to dolike love's a flammable twirlin my heart and feelings to you Memories keep up summingfinding ways to the deepsome with roots on blossomingand in the mind still to keep Letting go ahead in the worldwith so much plenty to dolike love's a flammable twirlin my heart and feelings to you There's some summer in us alland the love that is singingtill the end of this fallcolored brilliance it's bringing


There's some summer in us allthere's some summer in us allletting goletting goletting go Peter S. Quinn


Life O sweetest thing of all is lifeHow we make it and how we strifeEach day and night in loveSo much in affections ofThe beautiful embracing heartWhere every fondness must startThe seed of its flowering budThat on the future is completed! *(This came while reading Sarah Flower Adams) Peter S. Quinn


Life Born To Be Free Nice days are arrivingFor everyone,You just have to sing a songAnd get a longWith a life born to be free,And when you have finishedFinding waysIn those new born daysWhere there are no grays,You just want to reach further to seeWhat lies ahead?In your open mindWhere you have not been before;Because you left behindJust an ignorant closed door.So come and dive inA world of fun,Where there is happiness and sunFor everyone,With a life born to be free. Peter S. Quinn


Life Is (From Album, Like Love Is True) Life is of heat and coldGrowing tow folded waysSomething to give and foldLearning of many daysThe rivers of moving deepFinding the flowing streamLongings for love to keepSomething that doesn't seem Life is like a morning glowRed when it comes upFootsteps in winter's snowBlack strong coffee in a cupThe wind in the garden treesWhispering a softly toneMoods that the mind freesWhen feelings are alone Life is both you and meThe whole thing in betweenEverything eyes can seeWhat we've done and beenTurning our wheels both waysReaching the high and lowColors and the many graysThat makes us come and go Peter S. Quinn


Life Is A Dream Never go without a dream!Nothing 's quite as it seem,For reality is from inside-Some from the ordinary hide,Longings of life´s like rope;Everything that you'd hopeGiving and take too much,Finding its way and touch.For life is a dream for youAnd some might even be true. Be as it may be to someColors of life in their blossom,Some in time to understandOthers never to command-For life is of dark and deepNot plants in reality to keep,This you'll learn and reap!O nature! so pure and trueYou give and you take too.We 're born to become wiseThough all in life's a surprise!For life is a dream for youAnd some might even be true. Peter S. Quinn


Life Is A Flower Life is a flowerIn the opening fieldDarling rain showerThat rises and yieldAll day to longIn the sunshine playFutures made strongThrough each day You are its roseFragrances of hopeTime as it goesAnd the ways elopeTrust in a feelingAll that is drivenLike petals peelingThru times striven People’s heart beatSpring in collectionLove so bittersweetIn ways and connectionSummer full flourishBouquets before fadeAssorted vivid accomplishThat earth has made Peter S. Quinn


Life Is A Lace-Curtain (From, ‘rockstar’) Each love is here so easyIn giving and taking its dreamsWays of the moments breezyEverything distantly seemsCome and give your pleasureNothing is for certainMoving measure to measureLife is a lace-curtain Blooming away and walk onKeeping apart darknessWhat has been said - the talk onThoughts secured starknessAll is a commanding forceGiving or taking a crackWays of different dark horseEach of the bygones to stack How does a heart really break?What is in its fashion?Sunshine or rain is all for a takeJust move it from its dispassionDon't try to deny freedomBelieve in it to be seenNever trust what's the customThe past has before there been … Peter S. Quinn


Life Is A Love Life is a love to flowGiving and taking awayEverything returns to goMeeting the night with a day Sunshine or rain as it comesMaking the flowers on earthCompassion’s truly blossomsWhat they’ve given of worth *Dear friends forgive me for not always being here to answer you – I’m tryingyou, your compassion and your patience. Peter S. Quinn


Life Is A Melody Life is a melodysongs of never ending,always thoghts of freein each times blending.Life is love for alldreams that might come true,times with its callin days getting through. Life oh life I love youevery day and night,while feelings go on throughon their way and flight.So much is nowhere stayingjust leaving all behind,while time beats are playingfor hours new to find. Melodies in new songssweetly days flowing,love in a heart belongsin each daybreak glowing.you and I a toneharmony of love's toch,come don't be alonefor love can give so much. For love can give so much. Peter S. Quinn


Life Is A Song Life is a songWith stars all aroundYou live and longTill dreams are foundDays in endless turningFlowers to the dustA heart and mind yearningTill memories rust Life is a songDays of your dreamsStarting strongLike fresly river streamsAll is on its goingTill the very endLike autumn flowers glowingIn rusty color blend Life is a songNever to returnWith a heart once youngTo give from and learnAll is going onTill the end of coming daysWhen your betas are doneAnd feelings of many ways Peter S. Quinn


Life Is A Spiral We are togetherEverywhere it takes usGetting better and betterAs we come acrossLife is never easyIn its way and goSometimes too much breezyOn its day and show Life is a spiralThrough the lights of turningKeeping the essence adaptableIn its twist and learning We are here for lifeTrying our heart outHow much is there to strifeAs we go here aboutDreams are on their wingsFlowing thru the airAs the wind in leaves singsThrough these days everywhere Life is a spiralThrough the lights of turningKeeping the essence adaptableForever on its roads burning You and I to findAll our errors and trialsLeaving closed doors behindIn their blocked up denialsEvery road is a spiralCatching a day unknownWhat we dream is achievableWaiting for us at the horizon Life is a spiralThrough the lights of turning


Keeping the essence adaptableForever on its roads burning We are togetherEverywhere it takes usGetting better and betterAs we come acrossLife is never easyIn its way and goSometimes too much breezyOn its day and show Life is a spiralThrough the lights of turningKeeping the essence adaptableIn its twist and learning Peter S. Quinn


Life Is A Way Life is a way on the roadForever it is changingGiving experience's loadTraveling joy rearrangingSo much to give and holdWishful of the days comingAs each course shall unfoldSo is its gold up summing You start your travelingSoon as you find your wayMuch of a wonder marvelingUntil there is another dayAnything is in a compareLeading us as need to beSome of it we shall shareOthers we somehow don't see Wisdom at all time knowingQuestions that pounder onFeelings toward others showingBefore it's too late and doneReaching your destiny tryingIn every expect getting thereKnots to those ties tyingFor knowledge is everywhere Peter S. Quinn


Life Is Colorful Life is colorfulWith plenty of givingNo time too dullIn its growth and livingPlenty of daybreakMoods in the nightLove to take and makeIn their feeling´s right Like opening booksDreams in forward wayIn moments of its hook´sIn what new words sayAwareness in open trailWings of further goingThose feathers want to sailOnto tomorrows glowing This unknown playgroundThat is still in deepMight be some day foundWithin a mind to keepLook and find your wingsTo carry you further onA yearning in you singsOn currents under drawn Peter S. Quinn


Life Is Full Of Reinvention Why does humanity go by like this?Opportunity becomes nothingIn its to and fro epoch prospect swingFrom care taking to its final remissNotable pulsation in a life to learnAmbiguous droppings in the strength undoneThe earth across travels in endless spurnLearning from each existing on and on Water hard water will follow its courseBorrow new foamy from the scattered shorePassage its flowing into fresh releaseLife is full of reinvention and resourceAlways with its planning for more and moreNever in its expectations to cease Peter S. Quinn


Life Is Just A Song To Sing – A Song Life is just a song to singWith a joyous chorus lineGet to it now - and start to springLet your heart be sunshineThere’s pleasure and there's sorrowTake it though day by dayGive it a feel - there comes tomorrowAnd its going your way Nothing forever will outlast a singingIf hearts are with rhythms to goAnd you make others happy by bringingHappy moments that you knowMelodies swinging so easy onInto the songs you sungThere is some joy there for everyoneKeeping you joyous and young So sing and sing for a whileNever go silently byGive every line your own styleFill it in the air and the skyJoyous of moments feel goodMake someone else sing and playJust as the ways you shouldDo every time - every day Life is just a song to singMaking the morning come trueSo sing! - don't just do nothingBecause the melody of life is quite newSo sing and sing for a whileLet it just come softly inIt might bring others a big smileAnd ‘get under someone’s skin’… Inspired by, 'if life were a song to sing' by Dolly Jbin


Peter S. Quinn


Life Is Like A Season Life is like a seasoncomes and again goes,for any given reasonlife seed grows. Times are all fallingone to one gone,life circles callingon and on and on. Life is you and Idreams coming true,like the morning skyboth for me and you. Always something newfor each new rising,building it up throughis a part of its surprising. Life is like a daywith its blooms growing,every hours playtill it's time in going. Make and build updreams of each desire,never let them stopif they have life's fire. Peter S. Quinn


Life Must Go On And On Let me now know if there is still time,To find about love and make a share;Time is like reasons in a beautiful rime,Sometimes it flows from here to there.And when you say honestly you love,Is it all true or still so plainly untrue;Like the changing clouds drifting above,So much of feelings gong through. I know that life must go on and on,And be it just like it always never is;Soon the hours of days are gone,And all we have are memories of this.Though the clouds will come over me,I know that life is still out there all;Just aim your wings to sky and fly free,When destiny to your heart will call. Run run and look what you might find,Something is out there always trying;Leave all your sorrows far far behind,For your days are no longer crying.You should be happy and have a good day,Soon there might be laughter around;Sunshine and living is coming your way,What was lost is now perhaps found. Don't ever try to be what you are not,Life will just move on and get again lost;Live for your reasons the feelings you've got,To much complications will take its cost.Try to find out what makes the sun shine,What might it be and why the rain falls;Find out the road to a true straight line,Tomorrow's unsettled though destiny calls. Peter S. Quinn


Life.... Dreams are coming and goingOnto this arriving springAnd before you even know itYou heart it going to sing For the days are coming so easyWith everything about loveThough still it's so very breezyIn the sky afar above Life is what you make itAnd dreams will some come trueInside your heart just wake itWhat you think should come throughThis is just what I knowAnd have just found it outAll things they come and goThat's what life's all about So dream and dream just onAnd find your own dayThese dreams come and are goneIn each their own way For days are easy livingIf you have found your goalSo much some days are givingBecause that is their role Life is what you make itAnd dreams will some come trueInside your heart just wake itWhat you think should come throughThis is the fate of livingAnd what times have foundIt's some luck and easy givingAnd everything goes aroundThis is just what I knowAnd have like you found it out


All things they come and goThat's what life's all about Peter S. Quinn


Life’s Fiery Glow The day is as night when it's all aloneWith heart of the mingling way that gets lostInspiration of love and compassion´s glossedA scripture on the life's rosette gray stone A day that goes out in its cloudy drift skiesOf feelings so azure darkish and deepLike dewdrops on flowers that fall to sleepWhen a nature to autumn passes and dies The moods of the moments that come to singAnd give you of love in its reddish burnWhen leaves fall and sallow to morning's wing In hours of beauty that passes and turnLights of flames that mortals learn to knowWhen time comes to quench their fiery glow Peter S. Quinn


Life's Day Dreams (From,134 Picture Poems) life's day dreamsdance in wonders distant standingfrom reality full of rosesand beauty blooms Peter S. Quinn


Light My Heart (#16 From My Musical, Lyrics...) Light my heart,With firers of words;Give me a glow,Of your poetic thirst. Never too late,Is a moment of wish;All is in fate,Dreaming and of this. Light my mind,With sentences skill;Nothing's left to find,If exciting with a thrill. Give all of you,In every hour of life;The same I'll do,Or at least strife. Never too late,Song's just starting;Both love and hate,Constantly departing. (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


Light My Light The night is coming throughIn its playfully playSo much of dreams to doThough none of them will stayThe flight of so many fancyOf flights in it goingLittle points in necromancyFrom the faraway growing Light my light with kindle onFollowing dreams higherTill those dreams are almost doneIn their timeless desireMore to come and give flameOf bright and clear thoughtsNever to stay in the sameIn their settling juggernauts Peter S. Quinn


Light Your Fire Light your fireWith the sweetest melodyIt's a heart desireTo become love's libertyEvery hour is givingOf its time and wayLike passion we are livingIn a favoring day Light - you flameWith the purest harmonyIt your heart will tameForever to be freeLike song inside a songRising to the highWhere fervor does longNever again to die Light the way and burnFind your own destinyTomorrow takes a turnJust wait and you will seeLike a sun burning brightLet your wings fly and goDrift away afar out of sightTomorrow you shall know Light your fireWith the sweetest melodyIt's a heart desireTo become love's liberty Like a sun burning brightLet your wings fly and goDrift away afar out of sightTomorrow you shall know Tomorrow you shall know


Peter S. Quinn


Lighter And Lighter (Also A Song At Sibeliusmusic) Into its sudden flare nowWhere it is just flowingSummer morning on the rowWintry breeze is goingThe past is in its bereavingOne by one they are goneSlowing down its re pavingDays that once shone Seeds of old yesterdaysSpreading around its shineInto the many new waysThose in with spring's lineSilences of the unbornInto the coming daysFootsteps they've wornAlongside the many trays Gatherings and resistingAfternoons - the betweenMorning and days mistingFor the hours not yet seenEverything has its beginningFrom the infinite nothingLike rain pearls on a stringInto attenuated air puffing Peter S. Quinn


Lights In Clouds (From,134 Picture Poems) lights in clouds northern starswith touch of time that changes on heaventill the end Peter S. Quinn


Like A Bird On A Wing Like a bird on a wingIn a motions and swingShe is going here byIn an airborne to the sky Hours in yesterday´s blueLike waves of the seaRound and round going thruOn to mist of eternityTimes of deep in a tripJumping high and slowAs each coincidence slipThrough the air on its go Like a bird on a wingIn a motions and swingShe is going here byIn an airborne to the sky She is always tryingTo go to the deep of blueThe sky and ocean tyingFor each day to renewMoments gone - coming stillThru a thought in a mindAspirations to fulfillThose once left behind Like a bird on a wingOpen billows accompanyingShe is Goddess of the deepFor a photograph to keep Like a bird on a wingIn a motions and swingShe is going here byIn an airborne to the sky


Peter S. Quinn


Like A Butterfly There was love in his heart everywhereFrom inside and out like a butterflyHis distances were there to all of hereFrom the deep underneath and open skyFeelings to carry the influence of flowersRunning through the battered seaweed in their primeMorning of feelings and after night hoursAll of the corrosive standings of time Pure of true gifts and reputation wholeThe brimming with joys in offering sunsGreenery fields of the earth in growing roleAs every moment in summer now runsAbyss of silences to give treasuresAll is now joy of coloring pleasures Peter S. Quinn


Like A Butterfly – A Lyric There’s something inside youThat’s like a butterflyAlways with wings going throughHigh in the clear skySomething that's wanting me babyGiving me reasons by your sideSomething of love's eternityThat through the day air will glide Every love is always chasingCatching rainbows that it needsFeeling of everything it’s raisingFrom everyday life - it some readsDay and night like butterfliesOpen love songs to the airLove of the wave that never diesAll it needs is you being here There are some for those alwaysNever turning to the lost shoreMany thoughts that never staysTheir memories - prized to storeLove that never leaves the roomFrom inside coming all right hereWalls that fall and are all doomFrom the feelings we both will share RefrainThere’s something inside youThat’s like a butterflyAlways with wings going throughHigh in the clear sky… Peter S. Quinn


Like A Caterpillar Time In the coming days of darkish winter songWhere the moods are falling to lowered keysDistant pleasures and forgotten dilliesWith pages of yesterdays coming alongWhen times were beauty of expeditionLike butterflies going gently in the airWith colored wings of ineffable traditionThat through the days is at drift anywhere Like a caterpillar time is peeling throughMoments of going histories to the distantOf infinity expectation to newThat comes along with old in coexistentWe are with thousands of radiant pleasuresSome be considered - in book of treasures Peter S. Quinn


Like A Circling Way This moment is going on to the dustTurning around each every mustReaching its time That came together and is now goingOn to the sideways of their flowingReaching its time Something, like a circling wayReaching its time This moment is borrowed from somethingThat never will come here againIn its time Billows of oceans never the sameBurning on burning in their flameIn its time Something, like a circling wayReaching its timeSomething, like a circling wayReaching its time In its time, time, time Ways to the sea are reaching the heartOceans of occasion were they did startLove songs of airways in their rampart Every dream is giving its streamFlowing motions that endlessly seemReaching its timeIn its time Every time is different from it allAs days comes clear in and fallGetting away and deliverWherever there are moments of call


In its time Something, like a circling wayReaching its timeSomething, like a circling wayReaching its time Peter S. Quinn


Like A Day That Will Start (From The 'Upside Down') Like a day that will startI will grow on to beSomewhere feelings counterpartTo grow on and become freeLove is like oceans awayComing and going in flowsJust like when night meets dayAs hours tomorrow goes Your are a reaction of sunshineRain falling clouds aboveAnything that's hard to defineJust like your feelings and loveFootsteps are going to goOut into their future destinySometimes like water it'll flowIn to the ground to give and be Never try to understand passionIt appears and goes to the deepIt's deemed beyond every fashionNever for lovers to really keepGiving a purpose and its powerWith every turn out it knowsA perfect relief for the hourAs it comes in and again goes Peter S. Quinn


Like A Dragonfly Like a dragonflyWith its blue wingsLove shall reach highWhen its youth sings Then as we grow oldLove shall still be thereYouthfully and boldFlying wings everywhere! Peter S. Quinn


Like A Flower Like a flowerFragile and soft,Enrich in showerOf mist and aloft. Never forgetLilies and roses,And where it all letYour exposes. Mist in the airAmusing the grays,Fog in a tearWater amaze. Nothing is nearTime couldn't dwell,But you are still hereAnd how you fell. Like a flowerThe morning dew,Each small hourAmong the few. Peter S. Quinn


Like A Moon Glow Your Love Is Like a moon glow your love isStrangeness in dark nightA deep reddish glowing blissThat never becomes too brightEach feeling is in its dim blueWith star shines so farawayYour love is never at all trueLike a night can’t become a day Like wishes that fast are playingOn to their lonesome lastBeats from your heart aren’t stayingIn the echoes of their pastThrough air of lonely rememberWhere everything comes clearYour feelings are like DecemberWhen winter is lonesome near Like a moon glow your love isWith never new sunshine heatA heartbeat that only has a wishThat hard for anyone is to readThe rivers of time come here throughIn every their waving turnYour love s just up to youAnd how you in love will learn Peter S. Quinn


Like A Tree Of Life Like a tree of life,Enchant is this way;To the shore and rife,Comes dawn of day.Can we hold or reach,What we do not know;Anything there teach,Which is still a glow. Like the root of tree,River in the stream;Is the unknown poetry,From another's dream.Will it give you much,When it appears here;If you can not it touch,And your feelings share. Like a branch to reach,Everything is there for;Different ways to teach,For this time's boudoir.We can give and move,Make the flowing flow;Open up and approve,What was scattered ago. Peter S. Quinn


Like A Tree's Songbird Sing a line the same way twiceIs unearthly and unpracticalLike a life has its errors and triesIn each new up and fallPlaces are sometimes temposStaying in present tenseAnything outside that goesIn its unfolding invents The leveling is never easyWhen experience you got to makeThe highways are coming breezyIn each new living takeRides on the bus lineMaking their tempos and rhythmsComposing the solos they defineIn each their pace and hums Sing with lover's declarationsNote to note to readFrom the streets their dictationsAnything that will leadCome with savoring every wordSimply to sing and pluck payingLike a tree's songbirdNever in the same tempi staying Peter S. Quinn


Like An Eye Like an eyeIn afar memoryFrom dark skyEverything can seeIs someone there?Watching times beingHidden from us hereWhat the eye's seeing Touch of time foundBlow blowing breezeEverything comes aroundWhat moment seesMaybe there's tomorrowOr it's a state of mindThose walks of life borrowAs they roads find All is hidden awayIn its mysteryLike tomorrow's dayThat always is freePerhaps it's not lostWhat time's brought thruBut in space embossedUntil its time comes too Peter S. Quinn


Like Autumn Leaves Are Falling Like autumn leaves are fallingMy heart is throbbing on slowIn memories deep down callingLike leaves in its golden glowWith you my heart is standingIn giving its heavy beats playIn our thoughts and remandingWith rustic roads of grimy gray My heart is always findingWhat dreams may have forgot?Of roads of lonesome windingAnd those footsteps never trotOh love my sweet foreverThese days are now in dimThose words of ours cleverI‘d hear in deep down brim Our roses that have plungedTo wintry cold now outsideForever in hearts are challengedAs tomorrow on earth will glideMy love is still with youIn thoughts you want to hearAnd each my song is trueFrom me to you - quite near! Peter S. Quinn


Like Dreams (From, Poet On Www) We love to be and sit and see,The wonder around the world;Everything is - should come easy,With perhaps a little whirling hurl.As the day hours go away,Into the deep and sundown;When the night comes to day,In it's tip toeing dusky gown. The air is full of silences dark,And sky in its cloudy gray;All reality to dreams disembark,Through the twilight arch ray.You and I look both around,For the stars that are falling;Somewhere out there we found,Glowing light that's enthralling. Like dreams go to somewhere,To give us new day's reality;From beneath its dimpsy glare,To learn from - to see and be.Like new ways are forever more,Growing seeds in the early spring;Each tiding returns as before,With flowers in summer they bring. Peter S. Quinn


Like Drifting Snow (From, Illuminating Night) Like drifting snow the dawn comes in,With feeling forgotten to the night;All is in the flowing and the intertwine,With the horizon and silent light. The dreams come from dark passing by,Smiling to and fro from the stars;From deep blue rays of the waking up sky,The twinkling light memoirs. Strings from the harp playing,All is from deep oceans out there;Ecstatic skies of the unborn raying,Life forces entwining to everywhere,As on to the hours are delaying. Peter S. Quinn


Like Leaves Of Fall Falling You got me singingFull love songs alongDreams of mine bringingInto a full time songAll that is here insideFading footsteps in snowMemories that hideSometime I have to goFeelings so inner muchJustice that's never doneLove songs out of touchWith me forever gone There's tragic in the songEverything of a feelingBeats that sometimes longSo much pleasure stealingLoneliness of the heartDay by day on going byWhere winter roads startTo open up gray skySongs of mine callingInto the streets of aloneLike leaves of fall fallingIn their reddish tone Peter S. Quinn


Like Little Fireflies (From, Occasional Songs) Like little fireflies,We come and we go;All is in a disguise,With the air will glow.Longing for flying high,Where dreams are free;Going through the sky,Just to be and be! All rainbows are there,In the wings of air;Golden threads to wear,Nothing to compare.Summer's morning fly,Every place to see;Winter comes - goodbye,With its fortuity. Like little fireflies,We have life to live;Earthly wings to rise,In colors they give.Morning is bright new,Dreaming on and on;Dawn's untouched dew,For the glow is gone. All rainbows are there,In the wings of air;Golden threads to wear,Nothing to compare.- With spiring wings true,You will see the sun!Before day is through,In hoary coloration. Peter S. Quinn


Like Love Is True (From Album, Like Love Is True) River stream glisten glowGoing somewhere with its flowComing through to sea Like love is trueWith its beatAnd filling youWith its neat River stream of the heartBe sure of your partSo much comes and goesIn its many philosophy flowsWhat is ours shall not beIf we don't have a heart to see Give me strength to see throughTime's oblivion inside renewComing here always to be Like love is trueWith its beatAnd filling youWith its neat Earth with its many seedsTo grow from its needsSo much to give or takeAnd love beautiful to wakeWith its new growing blumeFrom spring's greenly womb Peter S. Quinn


Like Morning Flowers Sweet Like morning flowers sweetthe day has come so neat,with drops of dewand songs anew,from birds of garden and street. Peter S. Quinn


Like Nature Riches - Sonnet Power of love is for passion to glowWithout any boundaries timing hoursEach dream of the heart that onward shall goLike summertime's bouquet of fresh flowers Feelings from inside like nature richesIts inherit of ornately gracesIt comes with archness and then its itchesAnd everything endearing embraces Its playfulness so elegantly meetsIn moments of assets that shall not dieEach moving in loyal and adorable sweetsIn its occurrences of riches and high Every its deeds is of new love to bringWhenever in heart it truly shall sing Peter S. Quinn


Like Petals Of The Rose Something is going to somewhere aroundEverything is drifting to the timeFeelings and sorrows so often in rimeInside your touches so much there to be foundYou are a heart that is throbbing always onFollowing footsteps of love many waysEverything coming from tinctured playsUntil those moments are forever gone You and I just two persons far apartOn to the blueness of our daybreak's songFrom our beginning where we did both startWith full of hopes and thoughts still we long Love comes close - we sometimes are oneLike petals of the rose in the morning sun Peter S. Quinn


Like Shattered Glass - Secret Passageways Like shattered glass on old autumn's leavesThe yellow brown reddish yesterday's goldThrough mystery air green branches cleavesWhiles are passing where dreams did unfoldSecret passageways endless motionWhere deep of memories rises and fallsTimes going by with summer's emotionsIn to the starry nights of winter's calls Here I am standing clear and young againFinding the flow where the river revealsStaring with my eyes though time's portico'Life's a birth through the instants madeleine'Some of it's tasteful - in its concealsVoluptuous - not for too long - down this row Peter S. Quinn


Like Sweet Aroma Remember the leaping stream of the hoursEach thought that comes like sweet aromaMagic of the roots never in comaLike petals of a rose or wild flowersSomething that you give of words golden clayMeeting of expressions in a line you pickedNotion in versification or not strictWhat comes through your heart and mind each day Time is a giver of gifts from the earthTickets to solemn or passionate roots onThorns to be broken in words that it mendsWhat you convey bear sometimes its worthKeeping the perfume till to thin air it's goneEssence to the heart and each of its blends Peter S. Quinn


Like The Breeze And Butterflies (From Lullabies) My thoughts are in with easeWith giving and their takingsThe profound roots of treesThat each our touch is achingI feel my ease and confidenceTo carry on with my believesWhen ways will touch and blenchAs they with sources revives Their secrets sail on throughTo give what’s pouring outUnderstandings are up to youTo resist your customs aboutTo know the woods and fireLike the breeze and butterfliesThe pathway is full of desireOf the aspirant lows and highs Each sails to change the wingsTo bring in things that got lostAnd with your heart still singsExisting in the thoughts crossed Peter S. Quinn


Like The Clouds Above I could give you loveTo your heart and mindLike the clouds aboveThat in drifts you'll findSome are with some rainDark and deep insideGiving from its painWhen the sky they glide Everything is doneWith words that touchCarrying on and onWith each gripping clutchLike in colors that lackFeelings that aren’t allowedPitching in their blackInside a stormy cloud Love’s an enduring itchA little there to assertDesires that might switchInside as actions are alert Peter S. Quinn


Like The Days Get Older (A Song) Like the days get olderSo shall each love goAnd our dreams stepwise bolderIn its attempt to glowRising higher and higherIn its deep going magicWhere thoughts never tierTo make out a new trick Like sun will come and rainSo shall each day be goneWith flowers in pale and fainTo move our own lives onThe easy comes going aroundOr its harder counterpartThat with every hope is foundAnd gives us a pounding heart Like you and I both knowThere is so much of everythingIt comes to us in easy goAnd inside our hearts shall singWith hope to bring back to meLetting me know its touchWith its flying wings on freeAnd loving me always as much Peter S. Quinn


Like The Dreams – Love Is Like the dreams that come and goTo warm our hearts and feelIn everything that love will knowIf it is close up and realWith every flowers bouquet's shadeAnd love songs in the airEach fondness is their truly madeWhen it is intimate and dear Like clouds that drift high aboveIn their misty glow shineSo is all affection and truly loveThat is so rough to defineIn every hour and with every heartWhen love appears to giveFrom moments of its peaceful startWhen true love is to live Morning comes in daybreak's lightIf love quest is of pureAnd happiness be burning on brightIf its day is for sureLove shall not be in lonesome yearsIf its agreement of gracesAnd faded not in their scattered tearsRemorse alone embraces Peter S. Quinn


Like The Nectar My Love (From The 'Upside Down') Like the nectar my love has its flowerThat will long to the epoch and then fallWith its flourish liberated avowerThe working-day light reaching and its brawlBuried weapons of people's choices to selectAccustomed suffering happiness thoughtExtracting fire of centuries prospectDistances possessed in illusions caught Arrive from the interior to perceiveHeady scent from the amplest clarityHidden in the take of pure repiningHours of lost in world of make-believeFrom the coldness outside austerityThat now to existence is entwining Peter S. Quinn


Like The Winds Are Blowing (From Minutes Of FallingDays) Baby let me come with youTo the next of everythingLet me see the one thing trueWhat the inside might bringThe feelings - differences todayEvery cast in peaceful makingWhat they give and what they sayWhen time flows in - it’s aching Baby here I am so newWith the many times knowingAlways going clear and throughLike the winds are blowingNothing new to this and thatOnly confronting old time's pastBringing though controversial patEverything you came to trust Baby always - these are youGiving thoroughness to new wheelsFrom the clearness of the blueEach their casts and feelsTomorrow when the new one comesThrough with everything to holdLike the billow waves that strumsFrom the hot in - to the very cold Peter S. Quinn


Like Thousand Gunsmokes (From,134 Picture Poems) like thousand gunsmokesthe night clouds exposed to the coming sun Peter S. Quinn


Like Year In Pictures We go and go like year in picturesHangnail pegs on its easy exposureBirds in yearnings of daydreams fixturesFilling pathways with thoughts of enclosureTrying to be in our dreams what we are notLiving its illusion in futile fightAll reaching to be amid in its plotSketching its answer in the errand light The dozens whipped by the high winds acrossFailing to get to their quintessence pointIn against the breeze that toppled their fifth-wheelLike a freeway bridge collapsed into chaosFrom the bright light of the blaze and the jointSaying our sayings without reason - not the real Peter S. Quinn


Lilac Flowers Clustered Thyme There are times that will comeBe with wisdom and glowSongs of love they will strumThrough the darkness and growFriendship seeds and pleasuresThe true values to any doubtAny given sunshine treasureThat in spring will come about Give each love song a meaningFor the times that are aheadEvery good thought is leaningTo past ways that have bledSet your feelings to a heart beatThat will give you its firm trustKnow the good know the sweetBefore it is all gone and lost Some reasons are wisdom flumeWith inner structure and sublimeThe roads to root's fragile bloomSmall lilac flowers clustered thymeTake your bouquets here throughAll this melancholy of silent stillThe aggregate's always up to youEvery feeling you hold to fulfill Peter S. Quinn


Listen I want to touchTo give glow You know where my heart isIf you tryThe hours are flowing on rose’s bedEach giving moments tryI finger your fireInside my longingLike cloud in the sky blueThat drifts for the morning to comeWith desiring flowsRain, aromas and lightWhere my waves return in the ebbsThose are here for a whileLike a song My heart you knowWhen it comes throbbing passionate beatInside to stop a turning wave Each song is us bothInto evening to be closeWhen tree leaves whisper songsThat our love had forgotten If you try to remember my feelingOf the days that were broughtTo this nightYou shall feel the passagesThrough this songThat has come like isles that waitTill your window opens my touchFor the heart and the dayTo rememberEach flowing wave to comeTo the shoresWhere everything exists of love


Like my heartIn its rootHas its own wayI’ll bring you to desires I haveWithin flowers of dreams and seeds not grownIn their aroma of their innocent truthLike birds that are flyingInto a peaceful afternoonAnd give what I have to giveWithout be forgotten or repeatedInto a song that I sung you beforeAnd is now in your heart forgotten Peter S. Quinn


Listen (From 'Meet The Moments') Listen to your waysLike the coming of daysEverything is inventive Bring your heart to reasonFind its truest seasonBefore it comes inattentive Love is like a stone thrown in rippling waterTesting every wave that comes and goesDifferences of opinions to the surface splatterEverything with the times to and fro flows We all have our daysAround each different glazeSome to make some fools Feelings of people pleasin'And always some pain up easin'With their emotion fuels Love is like a stone thrown in rippling waterTesting every wave that comes and goesDifferences of opinions to the surface splatterEverything with the times to and fro flows We give every thoughtOf what we shouldn't or oughtTo find the right rulesAnd then our heart is caughtWith something it's taughtOr beat to a beat duels Love is like a stone thrown in rippling waterTesting every wave that comes and goesDifferences of opinions to the surface splatterEverything with the times to and fro flows


Peter S. Quinn


Listen To Autumn Rain Listen to autumn rain pouringIt’s faithfully going on and onEach pathway of past scoringTill it is almost from here gone Flowers in bouquets still fallingOn to the new and unknownAs darker moods are now callingFrom under earths grayish gown Life is now almost in asleepAs summer day are still leavingHours of morning dark deepWe lost moments still grieving Love songs that made senses awakeAre now bending in the rainReminiscences of time in their takeLaying new corners and pane Listen for the moments tomorrowAs their footsteps come nearGone are the ways of old sorrowWhat shall new wind preserve? Days and the years are waitingAttentive turns in their mistAll is like weightless debatingThat no precedent has still kissed Peter S. Quinn


Listen To Eternity (From, The River Sings On) Listen to eternity,And all things that come;Listen from inside free,Like the faith of some.Burning flame glowing,Trees in the windy breeze;All is certain and knowing,What the heart must please. I have found a feeling,With roots deep inside;Love and devotions it’s stealing,From where my beats hide.Love is like the clouds away,Drifting to and fro;Sunshine in the coming day,The notions that you know. Waves of the silver sea,Faraway flickering stars;Dawn and evening - inside me,The music each chord and bars.Give my feelings wings,For eternity to reach out;For it inside forever sings,Like the lights all about. Peter S. Quinn


Listen To The Moments Listen to the momentsOf your own thought,It sounds so whispering soft,Like an autumn windThat is stirring the peaceOf the old summer grass;Listen to them as they sing,In the days that go by and by.Moments you still don't have,But you'll handle them in time;Just as today is here,Flowers are born to decay.Man is born for his thought,That wanders today and tomorrowInto the cluttering dark;Someone might say he has heardThem already and seenLike futures ahead in time,But we both know it's not so,Tomorrows thoughts are yet to be. Peter S. Quinn


Listen To The Songs Listen to the songsThat life has left aloneTo empty days belongsThe swans that once flownBring back those yearsThe melancholy evening hourAll flowing remembered tearsThe dark colored flower Sadness subsided without wordsThe flame of yellow redPassionate embracing flirtsThe shades that from summer bleedIn insomnia and your griefIn today's and tomorrow’s roomThe little windows of briefWhen thoughts are low and gloom Listen to every moodThat from the inside cameAnd now are in their nudeAnd last of burning flameLike autumn of many diversionAnd meetings that never bearEach life is in empty erosionFrom this on to nowhere Peter S. Quinn


Listen To The Sunset Listen to the SunsetIn this day going lightTunes of some regretBefore the coming nightSo much is then lostThat no one did rememberIn lights of red flow rustOf autumn in September Special day and eveningFlowing from the rayAs the dark comes singingIn muted colors playBell is ringing a tuneOf melodies in gone pastIn each their communeThat now to night runs fast Listen to the SunsetAs darkness close the skyIn shading tint alphabetWhen illumination colors dieSo much then gets crossedIn its malleable and emberThat comes with winter gustIn autumn of red September Peter S. Quinn


Little Bird Bring in the dawnAnd its morningFrom under night's gownAnd dreams yearningFly through the skyLittle birdCome in - say goodbyeTo what occurred Now comes the dayFrom under nightFilling moment's playWith some lightTurning stillnessTo songs of newMaking the earth caressFor you! Little bird stay awhileFind your wayThrough lives beguileThat comes each day Every songIs a longingFor the minutesTo flowAnd you stayHere singingTill the daylight hoursGo Peter S. Quinn


Little Birds Of Loving Little birds of lovingEverywhere they goAlways with their singingThey let the earth glowSummer is their sunshineIn anything to doBest weeks of their timeTheir heart is true Little birds are givingSo much in being thereEach their worth of livingLike summer everywhereWings of flying highTheir days of affectionOpen up the blue skyOnto hope's direction We should take such chancesWith our own livingWhile our time's dancesAnd their days are givingNothing is for sureIn this world of lightSo much there to allureBefore there is night Peter S. Quinn


Little Birds' Sweetheart My breast is full of song,With faith I sing to thee;Like days that move along,I call and hope to be. Your true love sweet bird,With summer tunes I know;I like with you to flirt,Until the blossoms go. Peter S. Quinn


Little Day Dream (A Lyric) Little day dreamNever let goBe with the life streamIn golden glow Feeling that touch meAlways to moveMaking every love freeWithout any prove Love that is easyRising like a daySometime little breezyFrom the inside play Everything that's trustWith its time contentCan’t get lostIf it’s well meant Love that rises highOn to the sunshineNever to go and dieThrough darker confine So much what's oursWhen the time givesAll the earthly flowersThat in prosper lives Peter S. Quinn


Little Flowers On The Glow (A Song) Little flowers on the glowFull of their morning brightShall be sideways in the snowWith the coming of winter nightFor autumn's in with red shadeAnd its yearnings of tomorrowOf yellow leaves withering madeIn castings of burning borrow Endless journeys not to endBut give you more life givingBurn to burn in colors blendWhile days are still livingIn rising terminate tormentWith dreams of wishful darkFor summer is all soon spentAs stars in the night shall spark Twisting and turning belowOf withering leaves goingShall bring back yester flowWithout much thought or knowingAnd memories from hours sendThat only in time will fadeFootsteps of fate thus mendThat we have in whiles paid Peter S. Quinn


Little Secrets Little secrets come and go,Like the day so free;On this earth there is a grow,And a time to be.Summer is now wishing well,Leaves are on a tree;We can not though foretell,What comes next apparently. Love is easy now here going,For the day is young;All the colors still here glowing,But for how now long.You and I are in with time,That is weak and strong;Easy things like easy rime,In a today's song. Little secrets hide in ways,Like the stars at night;Coming are the colder days,With the lesser light.All with new beats it plays,Slows down to reignite;Be fulfilled or still amaze,On the way to more delight. Peter S. Quinn


Little Shadows In Your Mind Little shadows in your mind,Sometimes grow and make you sad;Comes like night after days,Makes your smiles feel so bad.Hidden shadows all around,To your heart they come and break;Creeping into happy times,Sunshine days away they take. Raindrops soothes every tree,Teardrops soften up your chin;Both are from this lonely world,Both come suddenly pouring in.When your heart is a broken piece,And your thoughts are feeling low;You may show these souls dews,Until away your low spirits go. Raindrops teardrops everywhere,Hold me tight until I feelHappiness again to share,Then I know your care is real. Peter S. Quinn


Little Songbird In A Tree Little songbird in a tree,Are you singing a song for me?Because I am lonely and blue,- Quite the same as you. I am listening with amazeTo your singing so full of grace,And of love, I hold so dear,Which in your song I always hear. Oh little songbird sing your tune,Full of spirit and gayness in June;But later when the summer is gone,Who shall remember it, and carry on? Like you,I shall perish too! Peter S. Quinn


Little Summer Bloom Little summer bloomHow lovely you areFreshly splendid perfumeFrom your minute starGreen and full if shineIn your blossom’s wayPerfect bouquets designEach new coming day Little summer caressSweet of dreams madeBreezily air you blessIn your sway debateMuch you give to earthWonderment for eyeSo much in hour’s worthAs the times go by Peter S. Quinn


Live And Come And Be Of All Live and come and be of allSweetest pleasures to feelThis be as until there's fallAnd the autumn to you is real Sweetness from the love and brineSo much pleasure like birds singWith here inside and line for lineLike there was the nesting spring I will make this love all trueWith fragrances of a bouquets roseAlways more every day there renewTill the spring from my heart goes Every bud may be of new blossomWith the hours they fulfillGracious time in pleasing awesomeEvery moment with its thrill - Hour is coming in twilight livingDelight be gone before a riseEach of life days is like buds givingWith every glimpse in life's eyes Peter S. Quinn


Living Dreams (From, Even Though There Are NoReasons) Go on to the instance playLiving dreams of true desireOn the roads that come to stayOf the morning’s newly fireWhere the hills have no nameOnly their rising to the skyWith hope of its carrying flameThat to evening again must fly Any long way that rushes onRise gush of illuminated darkCore of the routs never doneOf giving beyond glowing sparkShells reaching to the ongoingGrowing in reach we can't knowThe distance of infinite flowingThat comes to contact and then go Like ascension of a daybreakIn mist of foggy dreary nightWhere wink of life shall wakeBefore reaching powerful heightEvery deep of the ocean’s flowThrough teem of spinnings throughCling near to nothing of its microAlways in trajectories to renew Peter S. Quinn


Living The Ongoing Dream - Sonnet Are you and I living the ongoing dreamThat makes every time be of hopeLike days of tomorrow when they might seemUnconquerable destines - time's fallen slopeWhen the day are like driven to nugget shoreForwards and backwards to each its contendLike nothing was driving to anymoreOf feelings and true ways to comprehendThe flowers of light wherewith each beingDreams to follow through to and then confoundWith every heart that is still here seeingWhat goes about and comes still aroundYou're your footsteps what they determinateGoing through places and their affectionate Peter S. Quinn


Ljó? Lífsins (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Ljó?i? kemurog fereinsog aldankaldaí hafinu hérsem straumi?umvalda Lífi? ereinsog bárasem lí?urvi? landleikurá milli áraallskonarsyn í bland *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Loneliness' Forgotten Town There are many different occasionsA mood comes in with ever seasonSomething new in every invasionMoments you embrace only onceAround empty space that lulls onThere maybe days - even monthsTill something new is back drawnBringing it back to its new fronts You have yesterdays forever moreThe night that dances in shades byAll that is gained through the loreGiving its rendezvous and each tryResearching songs of new springInspirations that haven't beganEvery emotion on the beating stringWith its aching and trying out plan Still there is time for a turningThat gives me a flame like blissEvery lost while there yearningThat each sweet oblivion past kissYou and I have been aroundFeeling both high and much lowdownNow we stand tall on our groundInside loneliness’ forgotten town Peter S. Quinn


Lonely For Paris In Spring (Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) Lonely for Paris in springAll is so faraway to reach,A heart for joy could singWhat memories should teach;Eyes are wide in clearing blueAll is such a joy to glide,It's always up to me and youWhat gets soft or amplified. Be here and become strongAll has its wandering ways,Have an opportunity get alongMake the best of all the days;Ripe your feelings and touchNothing else is more of hope,We have everything inasmuchAs we work things out and cope. The days begin in nothingnessWith the cold pleasure at first,Then there might be a new freshA moment of thought we thirst;A day is asleep for awhileAnd then there's some awaken,Hard in a lost hour to defileWhen a mind's occupied or taken. Peter S. Quinn


Lonely Snowflakes (From,134 Picture Poems) lonely snowflakessoftly through brancheson vacant tree tops destiny feels somewherein the uttering windand frozen earth Peter S. Quinn


Lonesome Lonesome I'm todayAnd it's very cold outsideGolden spurs of darkish rayOn the sky now take a rideClouds drifting one by onePassing through the skyOn - till everyone is goneIn the clear blue high Dreams we are forgettingFrom the summer pastCold and numb are lettingInside their dusky castFrosty times are riding throughWith their pink and paleGiving views quite newOn their lonesome rail What will become clear?With this outlying castWhen roads reach the drearSnow eyes mirrored glassedRun on with your lifeTaste is bitter and difficultThe frosty bitter jackknifeNow stretching out its cult Peter S. Quinn


Lonesome Ii Lonesome through the nightA love song in lost callLike fluttering of wings in flightIn brownish yellow fallDays near forgotten we foundNow filling the empty woeSoon frosty earth all aroundIn winter’s cold wintry blow Where shadows dance and turnIn forgotten flickers gleamWith our hearts passion yearnOf rivers of thought and streamMy heart was once callingIn echoing footsteps breakEach trust your own befallingAnd both together to awake Blow blow now wintry coldSo much is passing or goingThat love can never again holdIn its distances and flowingWe were so much like a feelingThat turns in difference touchIts time of turn on wheelingShall never again know as much Peter S. Quinn


Long Forgotten Song It's just together me and youFeeling low or feeling highSomething from day to renewIn long forgotten song and tieEverything is turning in a flameBurning to be forgotten againLove is a heart or another nameSunshine or few drops in a drain Give me more and always moreNothing comes though easyBecause affection is what it's forLittle bit of calmness and breezyWith daylight and night in it allAnd yesterdays that are all goneThere is summer and there is fallTo carry our feelings on and on It's just together me and youFeeling low or feeling highSomething from day to renewIn long forgotten song and tieEverything is turning in a flameBurning to be forgotten againLove is a heart or another nameSunshine or few drops in a drain Nothing to be too sure to knowFor everything is changing slowlyCome as it may or go if it must goLet it all be yours 'till again it's free Peter S. Quinn


Long Journey Thru the endless seaEvery day is goingTo become again freeIn new morning flowingIn eve sunshine glowAnd night lullabiesWhere everything has to goFor tomorrow skies Thru the dreams of loveLike for you and IAs the clouds aboveMeet the rising skyAnd the feeling's awakeWith so much to giveFor each time to makeAnd true love to live Thru the endless hoursThat shall come and goSeeds of beautiful flowersThat we still don't knowEvery ending journeyThat has gone long wayIn our hope and libertyIn a morning of new day Peter S. Quinn


Longings For Spring Longings for springIn its ever growing fieldWhen earth to sky singAnd everything is healedWhen day grows longTo dreams farawayIn a sea to sky songOf horizon afar play Longings to joyEvery reason and tryThru travel convoyTo the corners of skyWhen fragrances fill airAnd wings start to goFrom everyone hereIn fast pace and slow Longings of heartIn finding its loveWith first color startIn much greenery ofWhen all is fineAnd evening’s like a glowWith spring sunshineWhen away is snow Peter S. Quinn


Longings For The Lost Tongue (From Lullabies) Songs that come like dreamsIn to the evening tenderlyWith their love themes streamsCandle of thoughts to beEach with their own thoughtSinging in from the darkWeavings profound broughtGiving of glow and spark The house is full of namesFrom the dark blue lakeIn with the iridescent flamesCarried to give and uptakeWaves of cold sprout betweenMeditation of the breezeSomething still not to be seenThoughts of the moments freeze Longings for the lost tongueThose are still in their sleepEach of the conduct we longNever glimpse through or keep Peter S. Quinn


Longings In The Mist I'm lonely in the streets of darknessThere is no way to turn backI'm giving what I can in unsteadinessOn to the gaping lost trackEvery feeling is wandering awayOn to the lost of the darkness reachTo meet another time and a dayAs they tomorrow will teach I’ll try to find means to understandEverything that is departingReaching out to darkness commandFrom every shadow that’s startingLonely just wandering here aroundOn the streets of future’s lightSome different turnings I have foundFrom places to corners of night Souls that are walking on sidewaysFinding no return to the dayIridescent flames of lonely hazeLongings in the mist of its grayEvery feeling is moving to and froOn to the poles apart directionsInside of emptiness of its goDimensions dim lights recollections Peter S. Quinn


Look Into My Eyes Look into my eyesAnd see how they shineThey are made of shade skiesThose feelings define Each silver thread glowWith copper and stoneThat inside will knowIn their places and tone Look into eyes worthAnd see how they are madeQuite sight as the earthIn every their shade The golden twine shineThat comes in its givingIn every made on lineIs for all this of living And on to each epochThat shall grow on to goIn their twinkling dockUntil they stop their flow Peter S. Quinn


Look Into My Eyes 2 Look into my eyes of morning blueGive me your hope of the dayLook into my eyes of brown hueLead every thought on its waySunshine infinites going onGiving much love that you could seeEverything is prospering till it’s goneCome along and become again freeIrises glow shine every new timeWith so much hope in every their skyLove song of low and love song of primeDon’t ever ask for questions there whyI can only give you what I can returnLove in a beat of heartbeat or a feelMoods of the ways that forever burnSometimes in fantasies that aren’t realLook into my eyes of something newGlinting through emotions of playEvery colors of the rainbow’s trueAre in the words I don’t really say Peter S. Quinn


Look Look Look look and come awayThere is a destiny for you and meEverything comes and will be okayJust let it through and beLaughter like love and moreWhat would you like to be hearing?Everything as beforeGiving in each its wearing Talk about old timeHow you called on to meOpening ways into primeLosing ourselves to the freeThis and that always going onLet’s talk and have more funWindows closing what's goneLost pleasurable ways run Love oh love knock my doorI've been hearing your callSilences in peace and warEveryone's calling to allHow can we talk about smile?The expressions on your faceSometime has been a whileOh how we lose each trace Look look and come awayThere is a destiny for you and meBring back yesterdayJust like leaves on a summer treeWhat is the reason for all of this?Why has it gone to rust?Where my young days only a wishThat got drifted and tossed Talk about old timeI can't remember them someWords lost the branches climb


Where is my forgotten blossom?Need it be always soThrough and through never backUnreasonable as it has to goTurning our thinking to black Peter S. Quinn


Look To The Light Look to the light of the comingOn to the twilight of new dayFlow of its wandering summingAs in the mood it will playDream that were nowhere exitingWith every plane we could findNow to the new day abandoningLeaving darkish dreams behind Look at the coming and goingEverything flows according to planOn to the rays of light showingFilling the empty with its spanLove songs of skies that are newEverywhere inside and outLetting you see another viewThat every depth of vision’s about Look to the horizon out thereComing in brightness of youngFilling up the skies everywhereFrom every dark corner amongLove is in the air on its own wayTo dimensions of rainbow explodeCarrying with it the new dayFrom what the future bestowed Peter S. Quinn


Looks Are Modern Reality (From, Rock Star) Take me over there,Where all things start to come;I am always aware,Where it's all coming from. Looks are modern reality,For making things worth awhile;Love song's for - to be to be,In any a given style. You thought I was a face,Playing around to be safe;But now I have made you amaze,Of what you only could rave... Give or take any makeup,And nothing is left of the dress;Some are like Hollywood hills blob,Coming out less and less.I am your one in the flesh,Giving the stars their shine;Mystical in the twilight's enmesh,Shadows that draw the line.Mickey Mouse is my friend,And the twinkling starlight around;Beautiful dresses to apprehend,Anything glittering that can be found. Come and take your stare,For I am what the world's missing;I'll be around everywhere,Real voice ranges hissing. Looks are modern reality,For making things worth awhile;Love song's for - to be to be,In any a given style. Give or take my show blob,


And you will wake up more and more less;The sugar is sweet in my cup,Though colors of contrast are in mess.I'll go nameless to the sugar ball,I am so glad I came to there;Makeup and dressing is my call,Pound of my flesh how I 'functionaire'.Give me a call and scream my way,Star will come out that's not forgotten;Let all my glittering on the Air play,It's either showy dress or blue cotton. Come and take your stare,For I am what the world's missing;I'll be around everywhere,Real voice ranges hissing. Looks are modern reality,For making things worth a while;Love song's for - to be to be,In any a given style. Peter S. Quinn


Losing Days Where the day means something moreSurroundings walls of thing we doAnything that is not insecureWith its lights that gives on throughFalling days with all their piecesRising streams of life and learningWith the sounds that the ears pleasesAnd turning their diminishing to yearning Anything that is not allBut some way through new timeWhen it is for you to fallIn your living up to times primeWith the days that go in waitingBlack holes barely feeling sunOn their role they are debatingWhen there is still time to run Losing days to the darkish nightOn their ways to their nothingnessWhen moment's fall in their lightIn with only shadow's caressesMistaking in its open reachingFlying across the midnight skyIn their way and tincture bleachingWithout asking questions why Giving me longtime running nightIn their conquer of point to comeWith each their thought of out of sightWhere every obstacle of dim is fromWith nothing turning or be taking intoOnly misguided of open reachingWhen the day's light is gone on throughIn the hours of giving and bleaching (from my album: Something More)


Peter S. Quinn


Lost We've lost ourselves on the wayFor the small things to comeWhen end meets night and dayEach life´s short breathing bloom In nights and dreams to beWhatever is there from withinHow you your own world do seeAnd how you construe it and spin So much's there giving and takingTheir dreams to come and playWhen what is lost is awakingFor nothing the same will ever stay You have a certain own universeAround your fingers and handIts involvedness contains stairsThat in time you'll understand We are lost against this lightIn the grain of the sand´s sunWe'll never reach its high flightFor our little time's on the run Though you can keep on playingAround those 10 fingers in airOur tiny dreams aren't stayingFor nothing forever's really here Peter S. Quinn


Lost In Daydreams (A Lyric) Make my heart a beat in timeWith everything in parting primeOf love that is of cold rimeWith love that is like dim nightOf days that have lost in flightFor this is much too much to liveOf feelings here of inside giveFlown to vision of their ownAnd therefore are now all aloneTo know what's of wrong or rightTo sketch avow to its gone light Lost in daydreams for the nightBeats of the sun and themesWheels of time turning on brightGiving sense and touching dreamsLove is a hold to take and feelRunning through words triedInside mind they become realWithin every deep they are tied Morning vows of coming trustFilling in spaces of going thrustThe glimpses of dawn’s robustTouching the soil and the earthAs the light comes to new birthTouching the sky in its minaretAll that's within the dim unmetOver the hills in shadowy deepAnd never is for too long to keepTo know what's of wrong or rightTo sketch avow to its gone light Refrain…Lost in daydreams for the nightBeats of the sun and themesWheels of time turning on brightGiving sense and touching dreamsLove is a hold to take and feel


Running through words triedInside mind they become realWithin every deep they are tied Peter S. Quinn


Lost In My Mind - Sonnet Now lost in my tomorrow cloudy mindWith the heart beat of every findings wayI left my head there somewhere behindBefore I knew drifts of the coming day Each hour is darkness now forward to meAnd giving me no guidance to the lostI can't find yesterday - it's now almost freeFor I have into dreamscapes crisscrossed Each minute is darker and darker more stillOn to the evening of shadowy lightWorthwhile understandings - diffuses shall spillThrough wandering routes of my headless night It isn't easy sitting here on a high rockIn search of my head with time’s endless clock Peter S. Quinn


Love You may think this is a blah blah, but it actually isn’t… Love is an easy wordMore or less always soYou may go on and flirtNobody needs to knowLovers have used it muchGiven each dream a flowSomewhere there is a touchAnd maybe even a glow Play with each its sentenceYou might find something tooFlowing on each repentanceEverything is there up to youWords sometimes come easyRight from this point onThen disappearing in a wheezyInto oblivion all drawn Why it is so I don't knowWhat is the point in such reason?Just let it pass - have its flowWhen there is love in the seasonLove is so much to sayBringing some inside inLetting it have its wayTake with a heart throbbing spin Peter S. Quinn


Love – For Love Is A Feeling (A Lyric) Love love is a little sparrowThat fast its love on a branch of a treeThe forest is a road to joy and sorrowAnd its love song for always to be freeFor love of its days of eternity Love love is a little sparrowThe feelings in a kindly love songThat touches the air like a morning glowAnd gives every heart its day to longFor love is a feeling without wrong Love love is a little sparrowThat is dreaming its way to the airJoy time from summer it will borrowAnd bring it to you and me hereFor love to be around everywhere Oh pick every flower for its beauty sakeAnd give it the pleasures of a bouquetThe dream of the sky and by the lakeIn autumn you shall yearn and regretBut dry flower blossoms shall your love awakeAnd gives you again yesterday's dreamscape old take Love love is a little sparrowThe feelings in a kindly love songThat touches the air like a morning glowAnd gives every heart its day to longFor love is a feeling without wrong For love is a feeling without wrong Peter S. Quinn


Love – Like Candlelight Our adore is there to give from or takeOf a two equal ways to everyoneIn feelings of worth until they are goneTo bring up passions or further awakeFor love is like the flowers - in its heart acheThat you have given or you have withdrawnComplexities like crossing the RubiconIn every its victory or mistake So give its affection like candlelightThat flickers to and fro with each assignTheir flowers shall rise in its worthy rightIn its plentiful of earth and the sunshineThe growth within your heart is there to chooseSome at hand to win and others to loose Peter S. Quinn


Love (The Strongest Power There Is) Turn love up to life's burning flame desireThat comes and goes to everlastingFeelings of the heart its inside castingThe flames of eternal glowing fireSpinning of love that always goes higherWhen there are known corners in hearts trustingThe combust of the flare never rustingMixture of involvement and admire Credulous hearts reclaim all awakenQuest into feelings of deep inside tieRising to living that always is takenTouch of the moment that never must dieBreaching in the walls of flames burning needSuchlike from in these lines to love read Peter S. Quinn


Love And Be True Love love and be trueAnd everything comes throughFor both me and youLove is a pleasing tasteDon’t let it go to waste Love love and be trueAnd everything comes throughThere is so much to doDon’t bring anything in hasteWere misfortunes are placed Someone needs you surly as hours areAlways be true and life is a wishing starOr a moon cut heartFrom end to start Love love and be trueAnd everything comes throughFor both me and youLove is a pleasing tasteDon’t let it go to waste Love love and be trueAnd everything comes throughThere is so much to doDon’t bring anything in hasteWere misfortunes are placed Everything has its fortunate waysAlongside its many traysOur hearts is a red night moonAnd we love mewing in tune Peter S. Quinn


Love And Joy I hear the words of the loverIt's going all aroundLike none words of anotherIn life's heart they are foundPlayful in their singingGoing on into the deepLove and joy each on bringingFor its day in its sleep I hear the words of feelingsJoy of times going byA time peace of a heart stealingTill there's again blue skyFrom summer nights and daysThat are now rising highEach shade and color it playsTill summer again says goodbye I hear the sounds of their playingInto deep roominessEvery echo that's there stayingFor its moment's caressAll the happiness and earth peaceJoyful morning going onSliver threads and greenly treesEverything that's in the sun I hear the words of feelingsJoy of times going byA time peace of a heart stealingTill there's again blue skyFrom summer nights and daysThat are now rising highEach shade and color it playsTill summer again says goodbye Peter S. Quinn


Love By Love’s Lit The sky will glowFor tomorrow peaceful dayAnd be its flowWith the hours that won’t stay So powerful is luckThat it will come and goNot in times old get stuckThat you and I both know Like love that’s sureIn reality madeFor uncertainty shall lureAnd have its two way blade Oh forsake if I’m readyTo give of my worthLike waves that go on steadyTo make new billow’s birthIn magnificence heightsWhen they splash on to the shoreAfter the deep triteFrom unknown ocean floor *Rumi once wrote: “The sky was lit” Peter S. Quinn


Love Can Be Here Forever Love can be here foreverAnd it shall never departIt can be two us togetherIn the ways of the heartClose dreams we shall tryOf everything in times comingLow moods or feelings highSummer of life blooming You and I from yesterdayWhen we came first closeTouches from era’s interlayPetals of a perfumed roseClouds that are drifting byNothing of standing stillThe beauty of bluest skyOur futures shall fulfill Love can be inside thisLike roads of the ongoingTrue like the first of kissCalm like the sun glowingDays that shall never stopEndlessly in their tryingSeedlings that’ll grow upTheir roots to earth tying Love can be here foreverAnd it shall never departIt can be two us togetherInside ways of the heartYou and I from yesterdayPetals of a perfumed roseTouches from time’s interlayWhen love came first close Peter S. Quinn


Love Comes Across Love comes acrossInto the space of its ownWhen you’re at lossNothing is shownTeardrops like time stopsFlopping to nowhereYesterday becomes what's upLosing its reality here Love comes to giveAnd being a friendSomething to let liveWhen there comes an endTomorrow’s ahead in hoursSomewhere in the middlePouring down shaded flowersIn to the times riddle Come here and see with meNowhere land of understandingWhat once used to beIn to the past is now landingRoses of bouquets doneLanes of the farawaySomewhere to this it's goneSomber ahead to the day *Each of my poem/lyric also has a song to it Peter S. Quinn


Love Comes And Goes - Sonnet Love comes and goes like petals on flowerSome sweetness in its spiky passion crownEach its new day and night through passing hourIn their luck with high wings and broken-downThe beautiful pouring in tenderly fireLike the falling stars on heaven's dim highTo conquer the clouds of life's own desireBefore every flame cools away to die Burning blazes of the heart is like wineMaking me dizzy with its broken dishesOr like a cloud that eclipse the sunshineWith each reality going to their wishesBecause the earth is soil to every rootMy heart is excitement to each love's fruit Peter S. Quinn


Love Comes Love Goes (From, The River Sings On) Love comes love goes,Slow or fast it moves;Like rain or wind blows,Everywhere at once.Love is like this too,With each truth or lie;Eager itself to renew,Lover's ground and high. Passion moves with feelings,Gives or takes it all;Truth is all there is,It makes its own call.Seeds of earth to grow,With the ways of life;Fast or coming slow,With a purposes to strife. Like the flowers on earth,Beautiful in its thought;Colorful of its worth,To new stories brought.Give your fruit or take,With a purpose in mind;Full of notions to awake,Each of every new kind. Love comes love goes,Like the clouds each day;In memories it glows,And in the hearts it'll play.You and I together now,Break away to the sky;With the breeze in our brow,Going low down or high. Love is always going free,To dawn the early morn;Summer will come to be,


With the seeds and the corn.Give your fruits or take,With a purpose in mind;Full of notions to awake,Each of every new kind. Peter S. Quinn


Love Comes To You (A Song) Love comes to you to giveA heart of standing time stillThe dreams that were to liveAnd stand up to fulfillEach night that rises highIn tomorrow to be trueAnd comes again to tryTo show its truth to you The feelings of the dreamsThat is sometimes missingInto the onward streamsThat time is always kissingWhen these moments are hopeTo let home for everydayAnd never to pretend elopeWhen care for becomes okay We know our love for moreWhen we come here to tryIn every peace and in warAnd when it says goodbyeLove comes in peace to reviveEvery hour form its darkAnd exist and become aliveThat once again shall spark Peter S. Quinn


Love Dances Away Love dances awayInto morning glowingSoon is another dayWith its sun flowingYesterdays are goneOnto the old lostHere comes summer funWith its new trust You are now memoriesPassion of the pastLike breeze on treesYour ardor didn't lastBillows on the seaAlways run to and froInto the past eternityEverything shall go Love dances awayUp to the clear skyLost its inter playLose its knotting tieClouds in vapor farGoing out of sightUpon a wishing starBurnt out in the night Peter S. Quinn


Love Everything For Its While Love everything for its whileAnd never really let me goIt isn't old fashioned compileTo move away from the flowBe just you in your kindnessIn every its new showingAnd you shall have more caressesThen now is worth knowing Love me and touch my soulIt’s a road to its many waysLet every feeling have its roleIn coloring full and its playsWhatever there needs to be?To set the moments higherAnd give you those wings of freeIn man's conquering desire Love is a love for its own shakeAnd much in touching from youInside is a love to give and awakeAlways in freshness coming thruGiving the reasons for its trailEverything worth there to showAnd never old fashioned in styleI just thought I’d let you know Peter S. Quinn


Love For Eternity Love for eternityAlways with youFlying on so freeAnd coming again thruSwings of times givingFlowing in the darkLove songs for the livingSee how they do spark Yesterday is onlySeveral steps behindGoing on to the lonelyLost from day and mindDreams that were trotten’On to footsteps goneWith our tomorrow forgottenAs we move on and on Like bricks in a wallThe layers of time fillAs summer days to fallColors of leaves spillNow the cold is outsideFilling its vow of airMoments in hourglass glideGrowing pale everywhere Peter S. Quinn


Love Freedom Song Hear the words in each life sayWith the coming of the full dayThough everything is soon to be goneOur heart and love is never done So much feeling is outside stayWith the coming of the full dayThough everything is soon to be goneOur work and play is never done Hear the love that speaks to youIn its loving and it’s much of trueThere is no freedom in any warThere is just you and who you are Say peace and bring it throughMuch is still like hazy cloudsGive your heart in being trueWith your love on to the crowdsTomorrow comes with all to renewTo bring away those low down doubts Tomorrow comes with all to renewTo bring away those low down doubtsHear my song in the peace of dayGive your heart and hear it playBright morning comes in freedom’s beatEasy to love on love true streetYes - easy to love on love True Street Peter S. Quinn


Love Has An Easy Meaning Love has an easy meaningTo touch and touch throughHearts in love are beamingInto their affections trueWhere is your heart right now?Does it have what it takes?Can it manage somehow?When everything's at stakes Easy go ever returningCasting their playfully onInside the fire is burringHot as the bright real sunFeelings are tricky to treatNothing completely curedAlways some tender defeatHiding to be insured Passions one thought easyAlways complexity showTender and flickering queasyIs their flammable glowYou think you have it allWhen you in love becomeBut average soon may befallOn each of your desired plum Peter S. Quinn


Love Has Many Customs Love has many customsAnd places to go toSome are smallLike atomsWe still don't knowFilling with its brightnessGiving new meaning to peaceFloating on air in lightnessBecoming someone's heartMantelpiece Every worldHas its good conductIn what they want usTo resonateFeelings we liveAnd are unlookedEveryone wants to weightEspecially if with loveThey are madeTo give us a good toneFor then they through airForever are playedAnd never become alone *E. E. Cummings once wrote: love is a place& in this world oflove move Peter S. Quinn


Love In Its Never Ending Gems Love in its never ending gemsIs always like a roseThorns by its stemsAnd fragrance at petals closeFilling the dreams of its daysIn flames of desires greatEvery emotions woven’s interlaysIt brings in its debate As sweet as the morning glowThat still is in freshnessOr cold as the freezing snowWithout affectionate caressThe song of the simple and deepThat goes all from withinAnd ours together is to keepIn its step by stepwise spin The flower you hold all dearThough it never comes close enoughEven from the inside hereIt sometimes is merely a bluffThough still we keep searching forEach its bouquets brightThough its shallow leaves are moreCloser to winter's dim night Each festoon you bring to heartAnd peaceful is within mindThose flowers that never departThough night has left them behindThose blessing in dreams are madeWith beauty of any nobleness kindWith sharpness like razorbladeThat you only in love shall find *And he said: Love is the main commandment


Peter S. Quinn


Love In The Woods - Dreamscapes (From, Without ADoubt) Day has spoken through the first glowWith summer moods song from birdsNow there's morning for a new day to flowLeaves with the breeze whispery flirtsA day so sweet is coming onFull of new wonderments up to wakeLet every its dream live our wishes onMaking of colors for the eyes to take Love in the woods dark and deepWhere every flower is growing its worthDreamscapes of content ours to keepFrom freshly brown fragranced earthDay has spoken from its dawn's startAnything going in its completenessYou and I living again from its heartFinding its softness in its caress Now the rain is falling dropp by dropTrailing the way to each new playAnd what goes down must come upEvery of the new seeds in the beds layLove is a whisper from morning breezeGiving its talk where it must passThough the leaves up under the treesAs spring comes in and autumn once was Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Love is never goingEverywhere the clouds areSomething glisten's flowingPerhaps it's a faraway starIf you and I have loveLike the sweet summertimeMoving away the dome aboveIt's a reason for love's prime Take away the dark insideEternal empty spaceWhere the darkish shadows hideIn their cold many waysIf you give nothing at allWhat shall it bring for you?Like that leaves you will fallAs the autumn's going through Love is never goingPerhaps it's clouds afarYour feelings you need knowingThey give you peace or warThe winter is always lonelyClearing the futures to beFrom there your trip is onlyTo come, accomplish and see RefrainLove is never goingEverywhere the clouds areSomething glisten's flowingPerhaps it's a faraway starIf you and I have loveLike the sweet summertimeMoving away the dome aboveIt's a reason for love's prime Peter S. Quinn


Love Is - Love is the handful of earth and its songThe summer ongoing of meadows and greenThe reach of your wishing and what you'll longEvery tempered shade that lies there betweenYour roses that glow in multiplying colorsA river that throbs to its way to seaLike thunder that roars and to the sky hollersEverything of mood inside of me Each beautiful dream extinguished and farDeep of every delight that comes throughThoughts making your voice to show who you areLike flame that reflects and always is newLove is the kissing and burning acrossAnd never to nothing is in for loss Peter S. Quinn


Love Is - A Love Poem Love is the deep from the inside,The wonderful ways of each season;Blue sky above and the clouds that glide,A heart in moments touch - without a reason. Everything that comes into lives play,Summer and winter songs that call;Life in all its many wonderful ways,Pictures of each season, bouquets of fall. Daydream of colors, that seem ordinary,All that is of love - so sweet and so new;Colors of seasons fresh and so free,Love that comes from inside and is because of you. Sweet moments of love in its every go,From here to eternity in its turning glow. Peter S. Quinn


Love Is - Sonnet Love is the handful of all give and takeCloseness together of what you might knowComing like first steps when dawn is awakeIncessant earth in the first falling glowShadows between the secretly delightsWhen the glow of the light multiplies onFrom under the fingers of darkish nightsWhen the moon and the stars are almost gone So much of you so much of me in red raysWhen deep mouth of space opens in kissingAnd shades of the light to instances playsWith silences of thought and ongoing wishingWhen beautiful day rises in its gloryGives us more life with hope in its story Peter S. Quinn


Love Is (#2) Bring me through times hopeful of beingLight that is surrendered in tendernessLike feelings of softly inside caressThat always its powerful wings are freeingLove a compassion and thought that is seeingSomething to give in its ever transgressYou and I in self-serving becoming lessEvery true love's footsteps guaranteeing Love is us clasping like a closing flowerGiving out happiness for its own callThat expires never to lofty skies airEvery earth's emanating fresh hourThat never to blanching leaves must fallBecause you are always in love and near Peter S. Quinn


Love Is 2 Love is a love to tryWe know it both so muchNever to say goodbyeAlways be true in touchLove is a love to try, love is a love to try Love is a love to tryAnd never to feel aloneOpening heart and skyAll with its inner toneLove is a love to try, love is a love to try Giving a torch and way, giving a touch and wayGiving a touch and way. Our is love today Love is a love to tryWe know it both so muchNever to say goodbyeAlways be true in touchLove is a love to try, love is a love to try Love is a love and playWe know it both so muchMaking us feeling okayNever to lose its touchLove is a love to try, love is a love to tryYes love is to never say goodbye Peter S. Quinn


Love Is A Feeling Wherever you go there will be sunshineIn to our daydreams we together shareEach the colorful shades - line to lineRainbows in clouds going to everywhereFlowers in bouquets - woolgather glowingThe hours we had always are timelessIn our hearts every feeling knowingOf touches within our souls to caress Musing meaningful as the time flies byThrough every doubt in distance road onWhere we departed from the body and soulsI will be yours in the epoch of goodbyeNothing parts us in season circles doneLove is a feeling heart only controls Peter S. Quinn


Love Is A Garden Love is a garden somewhere to be foundBeats in their oddness and own realityFeelings that are chained or make you all freeComing again here through and close aroundStreets of the time they are born and livingLike dices that role on their sidewaysEach of them something more on givingAs opportunities to the moments plays Promises to keep to summoned new dealAs invincible as the wretched and the meekForward to deal its remnant fleet and feelInstances surrounding some to tweakA garden of garlands but weed plants there tooTheir blossoms of giving when seeds come through Peter S. Quinn


Love Is A Love Love is to let it flow and shineAnything inside of mysteryGiving a feeling you can't define Something to hope for never let goAlways much inside giving freeWhat it is I cannot really know But it is giving me somethingThat is always much luckFrom every inside cord and stringNever to nowhere stuck Love is a love I have for youLove is a love that always isSomeone to hold dreams trueSomething to give from and miss Peter S. Quinn


Love Is A Precious Feeling Love is a precious feelingWith so much tender doneEach from past summer stealingTo carry its whispers onHeart into heart are fallingNever to be left aloneMemories from there callingWalking from steeple stone If you love truly trulyAll is in your heart stillDreams are for always to beEach footstep they will fulfillAlways believe in youYou can accomplish it allBeyond the sweetest blueEach of your dreams may fall Love is just what you wishMuch of it comes to beUnremitting sunshine blissAlways to comfort carefreeYou have your times to giveLikewise so many have doneBring in the feelings you liveFore all of its love’s here gone Peter S. Quinn


Love Is A Spring Love is a springThe real sweet thing,All is in the airWith the clouds there;Of this we singTo our thoughts bring,From here and thereWe drift to everywhere. Love is a soulThat can't be in control,With the equipmentThis world makes current;For we are a roadWe each carry load,Which starts from within,From where we have been. Love is a starIn peace and in war,A light on the skyUntil it shall die;Of this we singTo this we cling,Till the end comesThrough time it hums. Peter S. Quinn


Love Is A Tender While Love is a tender whileEverything to findTouch and a feeling’s styleFrom body and mindLike sun it’s rising highForming from asunderBlossoms that never dieIn heights of its thunderLove is you and meAll from its inside blossomForever wild and freeIn all its new act to come Summer like a sunrise shadeFree with all it’s givingFrom the inner self madeMade with a form of livingDream of mankind´s firesTeardrops of a rainy dayAll from passion’s desiresIn its most intimated playWhen you’re giving free willFantasy play and a touchClimbing the freedom’s hillWith love that’ll love so much Love is a tender whileNever to go on blindFuture walks every its mileNew kind of passion to findTides of its deep oceanComing to enduring shoreFootsteps of giving emotionsAll that a free will can storeIn that we can accomplishInside and further far outDream that becomes a wishThat´s what love´s about


Peter S. Quinn


Love Is A Thing (A Song Lyric) Love is a thing for you and meAlways just coming inJust like a breeze on top of a treeGiving its wonderful spinFeelings much coming and goingRising so high or lowAlways from the inside glowingIf your are the one to show Some love is good-for nothingWhen it’s not sincereOnly from outset always bluffingGiving you nothing to shareThis is the untie one knowingWhen there is love to knowStreams away like river flowingBefore it ever will grow My love I swear I will giveTo anyone that needs my heartAnd can with me together liveFrom the moments we make our startI know I am not that very easySometimes I blow like a breezeOr I might be in love cheesyWith a little bit too much squeeze Peter S. Quinn


Love Is All Love is allCatch its dreamWhen you hear a callOf its river streamLove is youGoing on and onSky high in blueEverything ever done Love its firePassion’s finding wayYou are its desireAwaking its dayLove its oceanSplendid deep seaYour heart´s emotionsWhatever it’s to be Love can never dieOnly go awayIf it’s only a lieNot awaking true playIn rhythm and harmonyBuilding its clayWings of the freeGlow from its stray Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Always Calling Love is pure in darkMysteries in their ownGlow in time's own sparkSomething not now shown Love is always callingInto the unfold goingLike dreams are fallingWithout ever knowing Many ways are changingThings in life we know.. Our thoughts rearrangingUntil it’s time to goTo somewhere from moments ago Different ways of feelingNothing‘s though for sureSometimes it’s so appealingIn its ways and lure Love is always debatingFinding new to the oldChanges in their waitingNothing forever will hold Many ways are changingThings in life we know.. Our thoughts rearrangingUntil it’s time to goTo somewhere from moments ago To somewhereFrom moments ago Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Always Coming New (A Song In Progress) Love is always coming newFreshly born to go onEvery its aspect is so trueTill the heart has been wonWritten daydreams among cloudsOr foolish ways to go aboutMaking loneliness among crowdsFilling spaces with its doubt Love is always dreams for twoGiving something in returnIt is so much to be trueIf you want from love to learnEvery heartfelt moment's dearGiving love its coincidenceHave a feeling that's nearWith its mood in every chance Love is always coming newFreshly born to go onEvery aspect is so trueTill a heart has been wonIt’s like heavens blue aboveAnd the clouds drifting byMuch of both in thinking ofIn its hazy and clear sky Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Beautiful And Fragile Love is beautiful and fragileThough everything is still goingShow of your love and your smileSo love has a purpose in growing Nothing is surly to be all realLove is a way in each differenceComing and going as you feelGive time its purpose and chance Love is a way and an embraceYou have its time here in your heartFeelings of freedoms and its waysFrom every day you are apart Something is growing and givingNothing will last though foreverJust take your time in days of livingSo you have love being together Love is a way to be again foundNothing shall be forever all goneTimes are changing coming aroundTo carry loves time on and on So make a chance in your livingSo you'll find and give even moreThere's so much in love that's givingIf you just know what it's all for Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Colorful Love is colorfulIn its true simplicityWith its inside pullAlways more to be Like a cloudless skyIn the never endingReaching high near byWith its color blending Love is for allAlways true and newSummer’s winter fallAs they both come thru Every freshly takeThat never stays for longIn its happy wakeOf a summer song Love is all of thisNever ending glowMystic light in blissIn its evening flow Rising skies dawnWith their moments giveWhere feelings are drawnAnd in heart shall live Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Coming Everything just comes clearIn the night of twinklingWhen our love is quite nearWith the breezy crinkling Love is coming through the graysOf the ways of more and moreTo our intermediate time playsTo open up their closed doorEvery dream is not so far awayIn their passions going stray You may think a foolish thoughtFrom your day of realityWhat you shouldn’t and oughtFrom every turn of simplicity Love is coming giving waysWith its inner most flameTumult of the various straysThat is never staying the sameTaking always a fresh new turnIn those feelings that we learn Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Endless In A Way (From, Myspace) Love is endless in a wayWith our desire to be foreverAnything you say or mayBecomes true or never Restless is each day apartWhen you are feeling lonelyAnd you don't know where to startFor you have your desires only When we are young we need to tryFind out what we need to doClear our vision and ask whyWhat of love shall become true? Moments are so few amongWishing ways to love and caressSo we come again to longFor love that's kind of endless Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Everything You must know love is everything in twoWith the touching words alive two sidesLike black clay and a kiss on to collideThe shaping landscapes offered to renewThe Twilights along the roads of delightWhen secrets of life are turning alongWith the beats of passion both weak and strongIn making the moments of their appetite A heart that explores the open roadsAnd shapes the onward stepping stones thereWith pleasures and sorrows on each avenueTo give in the weight and carry life's loadsIn point of happiness and trusting affairThat always is so much up to me and you Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Here There are times there are pleasuresIn everything we have and doFinding ways to all those treasuresIs a moment for me and you Love is here and love is thereTimes to make and times to liveIn everything we have and shareHeart of dreams is what we give Dreams are coming some are trueIn their ways and moments stillIn reality they do come throughIf you have them here to fulfill So much comes through the yearsWith new times and opportunityPlayful traditions and all its caresWhat just makes life come and be There is time there and there's youTurning ways to future roadsEverything is coming here throughTaking off to all their heavy loads Love is here and its everywhereYou just got to find it and be freeEvery love you need is here or thereThast's how each hour comes to be Love is here and love is thereTimes to make and times to liveIn everything we have and shareHeart of dreams is what we give Love is here, love is here... Peter S. Quinn


Love Is How (From Rock Star) Love is here to go around,Everywhere where lost is found;Bring back in the singing,And the quartet's stringing. ChorusLove is how the world goes,Moves you on and gives you glows;Heart is what is ticking on,To the days till they are gone. Love is here and everywhere,Moving ocean from there to here;Take my love and bring it higher,Let my fire burn in desire. Love is how the world goes,Moves you on and gives you glows;Heart is what is ticking on,To the days till they are gone. Love is here and everywhere,Moving ocean from there to here;Take my love and bring it higher,Let my fire burn in desire. Find your feelings in each touch,When days are longing much;All your ways go sweet with me,Hope it goes like that eternally. ChorusLove is how the world goes,Moves you on and gives you glows;Heart is what is ticking on,To the days till they are gone. Love is here and everywhere,Moving ocean from there to here;


Take my love and bring it higher,Let my fire burn in desire. Love is how the world goes,Moves you on and gives you glows;Heart is what is ticking on,To the days till they are gone. Love is here and everywhere,Moving ocean from there to here;Take my love and bring it higher,Let my fire burn in desire. Love is how how the world goes,Sweetness in sweetness,It glows and it glows. Love is how how. Peter S. Quinn


Love Is In Luck Love is in luckOf every moment onWe are here together stuckIn our own kind of spunListen to the wave soundSomething is comingEvery circling aroundSomething in sun humming Bluebirds in a treeSinging a happy tuneEach one quite secretlyIn the daydreams of JuneWhat a fun it isBeing there and playingNo one winter shall missWhen summer fun is staying Let’s be together nowWith the sunshine brightSo much gladness somehowFrom the day and nightThe stars aren't shiningOnly twilight’s dawnOn the red horizon liningAnd its nightly gown (A song from my ‘Beautiful Melodies’, a lead sheet shall follow shortly on the net) Peter S. Quinn


Love Is In The Heart Deep Love is in the heart deepLike the seeds of flowersEvery near adore to keepFor the imminent hours Sweetness in your heartTouch of moments dearEvery feeling’s counterpartThat is within you there Like the songs of singingIn its refinement melodiesThat your beat is bringingOf the softness in its please Joyful wonders of the highAll its echoes there givingLike the blue in a clear skyThat in earth of love’s living Love is always everythingIn the softness of its dreamThough some have waxwingThat at times nowhere seem Each its footfall in life fallingRivers of deep and throughWith songs in a heart callingIf its passion’s evidently true Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Just You And Me I love you with each new thought that comesLike every dream that from inside will growEach of our time is leaves with its blossomsMagical hours that mustn't be allowed to goFeelings that touch us because we are in loveDeeper than ocean and higher than the skyJust like clouds drifting to and fro aboveWorth every moment till they drift to goodbye In every our minute life will beat timeOn to tides spring summer and autumnEven in winter when frost is at primeOur love gives passion ad-infinitumLove is just you and me in our own wayLike night starry clear or morning of day Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Like A Blue Lagoon Love is like a blue lagoonFilling the nadir of waterSunshine or coldness of moonA space star goddess daughterThe objects of inside and outThe casts of the rivers flowingEach direction that life's aboutSometimes to nowhere going Night to the wings of a dreamBreaking the ways to the hourGlow shine inside its own beamNorthern light flickering flowerSomewhere to go into spaceFinding end of a burning flameDreams of dreams many waysCome to thoughts - never same Love is like combustion throughFlaming the heights of shadowsDeems of the sky far and blueMorning that comes in its glowsEnduring distances insideClouds in the uprising goingEvery thread smoothly sublimeSomething of tomorrow showing Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Like A Twinkling Star Love's like a twinkling star,And umbra there interplays;I need you for what you are,In your own ordinary ways.Thoughts are flying out,None will for long stay;Just like a lonesome cloud,Drifting to the faraway.I need you by me side,For evenings are so lonesome;When somber thoughts abide,As dusk and night will come.Thoughts are flying out,Into the darkest days;Where forgotten things lie about,And umbra there interplays.My heart is full of dreams,As I walk down the street;Shadowing the sun beams,Below my lonesome feet. Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Like An Open Book Making things and make believeAre the thoughts we doThrough the waves of vision cleaveEvery whisper and its cooSomething like the poems areFinding words to sayEvery nightly wishing starThat shines in its dreamy ray You and I so to each nearAlways with so much to writeWonderful in mixing dearReaching every fancy heightLove is like an open bookAnswers to each yes and noWith its irresistible lookFull of undertakings to know Making thought predictin’ onWith a heart not set asideTill the fluttering is all goneFrom the evening and daysideAlways more to say and giveWith a wish of every little starMoments to recollect and liveThough they are from here far Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Like Forever Love is like forever in the time we haveAnd then it so easily away goesFeelings of inside will move to the outAnd be forgotten To feel every part is like nothing elseAlways to be there and give from yourselfWatch passing time painlessly goIn to its past in every stanza How would you describe in an ordinary wayHow you love and how you are lovedIf not foreverAnd then some moreAs loveGives more of its continuous beat Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Like New Morning Love is like new morning glow expressionCorolla of sky irises inceptionEach thorn on the rose and its progressionThe clouds lifting in their drift perceptionTender lines of the greenery leavesWith its blossom flower of tomorrowIn each heart that's pounding on and grievesWhen feelings of its heartbeats bring in sorrow The earth in its sinuous and growing on streamDawn colors filling sky with its beginningThe dance of the shadows in glittering beamWhen the wind at top of trees is still singingAll the fervor of love searching and freeIn roots of shadings run forever to be Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Like New Spring Love is like new springWonderful shading bloomsTo aspiring heart it'll singDifferent in hue volumes Give it its occasional wooSo it comes from asunderLong times are itches dueIf you'll stop to wonder Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Love There is always this loveWith sky of sunshiny wayLike the blue heavens aboveSometimes in colors grayLove is love for always moreOr it goes without a touchIf you are not of this surePerhaps you haven't loved much There is harmony there tooSomething touching instants onWith mysteries for me and youNever in love fully doneAll with dreams in simple truthFlowing spell forever freeEndless passion in its youthTo love renew or let it be Love is love for always moreOr it goes without a touchIf you are not of this surePerhaps you haven't loved muchYou are you in all you areWith your heart and love to giveDreamy ways and wishing starMake their moments to revive Love is love for always moreOr it goes without a touchIf you are not of this surePerhaps you haven't loved much Perhaps you haven't loved much… Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Never Easy Love is never easySo much to give and takeEncounters of the breezyIn its moments awakeFeelings to meet halfwaySurrounded by outsideMoon glow in another dayAs those thoughts hide Love is such a feelingIn its certainty and lieInstant of pleasure stealingIn its tether and its tieWall that can grow tallFrom echoes of mind setNever again to make callOn its outside and reject Love is all we areIn pleasures and learningInside deep and afarIts ways are always burningRivers of times reachingIn its giving and takingAlways new ways teachingIn love of hearts making Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Nothing But A Dream Faraway Love is nothing but a dream faraway,Sometimes though it seems all so plain and true;And all pure of feelings inside of you,Like night that is awaken by the day.When in early dawn it comes to array,With everything that is there starting new;When the things of the dark are overdue,And light with life again will start to play. The moods of dreams are like the truest love,You cannot handle with passion alone,For it flicks with flames in the rooted heart.All what is real is from it there above,Giving to a dream quite a different tone,Life's realities opposite there apart. Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Of Truth (From, Occasional Songs) Love is of truth,Giving and taking;The futures and ruth,All in new waking.Something from here,And some from within;Like a river bare,Spinning on low spin. Oceans of feelings,For no eyes to look;Turning and wheelings,Forever on a hook.Treasures and turnings,Leisure times on;Inside heart burnings,Never the flame's gone. Love is of thee,With all what I long;The summer to see,Breezes in a song.The birds in a heart,The lovers doth hear;Sweet in the depart,For the balladeer. Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Sometime Easy Go (From, Myspace) Love is sometime easy goWith its many ending's reinFeelings that we come to knowWith its contrasting grainSometimes it leads to nothingWith daydreams only to fillJunctures of understanding bluffingSomething there that never will Perhaps I will fall againWith the heart that knows not whyFulfillments of much painEvery occasion in its tryLove is love in many waysGiving and taking from its pastMoods upon the self that staysOnly as each love shall last So is much still to wonderAnd many days to understandFeelings outside them do ponderWith each touch and commandLove is never in a disguiseWith its heartache and soft touchNeither are there certain liesWhen it says I love you much Perhaps I will fall againWith the heart that knows not whyFulfillments of much painEvery occasion in its tryLove is love in many waysGiving and taking from its pastMoods upon the self that staysOnly as each love shall last Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Such A Ruthless Way (From, Lead Sheets InJuly 2008) Love is such a ruthless wayTo many of its mores turningsWith the impossible it will playCloser to hold its burningsRaising those rainbows deepFrom its magic inside outNot many of its trinkets to keepWhen you know its skies about Eyes that nestle in the beautyMany times by various glancesBegin to become of only dutyWhen its golden wand dancesHand in hand it's all really trueThe impracticable of its charmsAnd it's a lot up to me and youTo avoid its much plainly harms At day its stars desert the skyAnd its dream becomes in vainWings of inside that cannot flyLure in thrilling hard to explainLike an ocean rushing to shoreGiving salty water of the deepFor one more desire to contourWhen again it awakes from sleep Peter S. Quinn


Love Is Such A Sweet Way To Go Love is such a sweet way to goIf it’s deep inside your heartLet it just come fast or slowNot being something else apartTry to give in to feelings trueSacrifice anything for them thenLove’s so much always up to youWherever we see each other again You may resist but never for longIf you're a part of my dreamsWe might've been so very wrongSomewhere before our redeemsBut now there's love inside here deepMoments and routs always so nearOurs to give away take and to keepSomething of love to have always here Rightly or wrongly whatever it mightI can't resist you darling of my desireYou are my forever always so rightWings into height flame of the fireI just can stop thinking of youBefore I begin there is no realityOver the hills into the ocean blueYou’re there controlling my memory (Inspired by the lyrics of Cole Porter) Peter S. Quinn


Love Is The Deepest Feeling Love is the deepest feeling that goes for allAnd gives of its height its wheat and fresh snowIts hill and its meadows, if found, you'll knowWhat makes the water in rivers that callIt is of summer as much as the fallUnquenched among climbing vines, those goIn lights of fire in the bush that will glowThrough the walking of time and its enthrall The dark leaves that fall in the passing dayMay reach every crown of cold and heatBe delight of springtime or desert wayAt dawn coming blossom or night bittersweetLove is like peace always quite hart to reachIt takes precious time to give from and teach *Best wishes to all and a Happy New Year!I wish you all Love and Peace …Peter S. Quinn Peter S. Quinn


Love Is The Only Way Songs from revive earthA heart its strings playIn springtime's rebirth Affections is like clayYou mold it to its worthSo it'll meet love´s dayIn moments of mirth Peter S. Quinn


Love Is The Thing So Sweet Love is the Thing so sweet,Uncurable in its true way;Everything therein so need,Like each the word you say.And if you have a wish,Love is there too in its play;Like a dream or a bliss,Something you can't portray. Bring in times of wishing,Let it be true to the heart;There is a lot of demolishing,Where roads of love starts.With hope in each footstep,And longings there besides;Turning with interest and hep,With each to other coincides. Love is the Thing you know,If it be so simple and true;Trust is the only aficionado,You must conquer and accrue.Remember all the following,That comes just trough to stay;Though it might need abolishing,Before it's in its truest way. Peter S. Quinn


Love Is There (From, Without A Doubt) New days feeling so fineComing through to knowLike beginning sunshineIn the grass to glow The boundaries there betweenTo every two and twoSomething that can't be seenExcept when love's there too Just the beginning of fresh springThe early sets coming onWhen a latest bird will singFor a tree in the sun Love is there to sacrificeGlowing shining brightEvery error and their triesComing to the fire lightWhen the night is gone awayAnd the morning's glowingBefore a young summer’s dayIn the battles growing So much of each understandingWhat it is and what it is notNew daydreams are landingTo the ones you already got Flow flow to their directionGive to reverie´s startThe old and gone deceptionHas bygone from your heart Peter S. Quinn


Love Is... Love is just you love is just meThis you ought to knowLove is for two love is freeFor moments that come and goYesterdays were feelings so muchNow today it's nearly all goneHeart with its beat love with its touchLife in its way to live and to go on You and I are always so nearMoments in winter and nightReaching for what still isn't hereDays in new summer and lightWith its colors of many waysOf everything outside and inThe days in their many graysMagnified in reality and spin Love is just all or love's nothingFeelings from inside grown outLove is reality never a bluffingFor love is what love's all aboutToday is its moments of treasureFinding a way to lovers heartDeep of emotions and pleasureFrom the inside where all love start Love is just you love is just meThis you ought to knowLove is for two love is freeFor moments that come and goYesterdays were feelings so muchNow today it's nearly all goneHeart with its beat love with its touchLife in its way to live and to go on Peter S. Quinn


Love Is....... Love is like the deep insideOf never never endingCarefully arranging the flowersOf moments comingOf everything said and doneLove that is touchingSo much of inside and outsideThat ripples like the sea You and I the flowers It's like spring that playsOn and on its refined tuneOf carefully structured melodyIn days beginningSomething a moment has only onceBefore it's all goneSomething of togethernessOnly for a short instantIn the touch of the moment The song that's in our hearts Peter S. Quinn


Love Is........ Love is like a dream come trueIn its moments and its touchAll is there in bright and blueLove that gives and says so much Love is like a bright summer skySunshine coming and glowingReasons never to answer wayOnly feelings of love knowing Love is you and love is meDays and nights like fresh of springAlways precious and always feeInside a heart that's listening Love is gold of its many waysWith everything of what you areHolding on to the memory daysWhen those moments are gone afar Love is in all the sorrow daysWhen you are alone with memoriesDays coming in bleakly graysOutside spring and summer breeze Love is you and love is meAlways true in every its whileHours that come and become freeDays of its gone in love's beguile Peter S. Quinn


Love Letters Of The Fall (From, Myspace) Love letters of the fallYellow brown reddish leavesIn stillness moments callIn yearnings and its grievesSummer day becoming oldAnd the sky sated in sunsetAutumn bleaching unfoldWith feelings of love's regret Dreaming carelessly in dawnFalling tinge and its turnThe coming of winter's gownIn the skies of its darkish burnDying of the forest singingIn roseate woods golden sightTo the heart now bringingThe evening of sky and light Love letters of the fallWith days in silences goingNow to every sense must callIn blue shine moon glowingThe end time of ruddy youngNever to come back this madeOnly in thoughts still amongIn past summer and shade Peter S. Quinn


Love Love Don'T Let Me Go Come love sweetheartBring me something to sayIt’s our day now to startTrue love is coming our wayLove love don't let goIt’s in the times and the airThe touches that we knowWhatever comes to be here Some love in youngness tooDarling close insideWhatever comes to youAnd can not from outside hideLove love don't let me goIt’s in our time and clear airThe touches that we knowWhat ever comes to be there Love roads each turning wayLongitude to the times pastClear like a full astraySmokiness of misty castDon’t ever let me leave youFor there is no reason whyLets be together times throughTill the final of our goodbye Peter S. Quinn


Love Love In Sunshine Love love in sunshineDreams that are always freeTimes going by so fineSettles on and to beFeelings like golden crustWeaving on to the endlessLife is but earth and dustAffections and its caress Love love in farawayMorning comes then so brightWith blue sky and dayAfter the sleep of nightYou and I lovers to dreamNothing is here for sureAll is so endless it seemHorizon in a faraway lure Love love in a thoughtYesterdays gone to the darkLife and hope has broughtAll that tomorrow shall sparkGiving and taking timeLife as a love song for youEchoes of years in primeComing and going through Peter S. Quinn


Love Love To Reach Love is such an eternal feelingEverything is turning to sideGiving you freedom Heart in a beat a touch stealingEach time we search and abideWhere beauty is from Love love to reachGive it away and teach Dreams to the evening are fallingDay of tomorrow every callingGiving all their freedom Love love all reachingAffections or errors teachingLeaves in passion bleaching And you are the echo of its callDreams of its array and fallLove in a day dream farawayAll in its reach and its play You can become a dream´s realityBring in love and make it freeYours to grow and blossom And you are the echo of its callDreams of its array and fallLove in a day dream farawayAll in its reach and its play Love love to reachGiving away and teachAll that´s around youIn futures from past to reach Love love to reach


Giving away and teachAll that´s around youIn futures from past to reachLove love to reach Peter S. Quinn


Love Makes The World Go Around Love makes the world go aroundand brings dreams to your door,makes the time go to be foundbecause that's what love's all for. Life just comes and then it's gonelike dreams come and fly away,each day is just to go on and oninto other dreams and fresh play. Love makes my heart want to findeverything that dreams are about,leaving the yesterdays all behindnever be in discontent or doubt. Life is just time with those yearsmaking our dreams coming true,with everything fixed to adherefor days do get old before new. Life comes and goes like a dancespring into summer and then fall,with winter and memories stancebefore the days of love's last call What you had then you'll rememberdreams were for real - before lost,days from fresh spring to Septemberto give memories that crossed. Peter S. Quinn


Love Makes The World Go Round Love makes the world go roundit's the day and night of living,all love is there inside foundmore and more always giving. Be a human of every seasondreaming of hope and its prosperity,love's a way for a given reasonmaking life full and everyone free. Love makes a turning point in vieweverything becomes more easy,be to your compassion always truethough some moments come breezy. Love makes the world go roundit's the day and night of living,all love is there inside foundmore and more always giving. Come and find your own true heartdon't be always loathe and selfish,then your new morning shall startin awareness of life and embellish. Everything in existence is forgivingfor nothing is only here for you,start hope ways with your livingand always be patience and true Love makes the world go roundit's the day and night of living,all love is there inside foundmore and more always giving. Love makes the world go roundall love is there inside found.


Peter S. Quinn


Love Me Love me and love meIt's all I ask of youLet me in your heart beAnd I'll always be true Love me foreverYou know I need you soLet us be togtherSo we can on growLet us be togtherNever let love go Love me and love meYou are my mornng lightAlways in my heart beThrough each darkish night Love me foreverSo we can find our wayLove that is foreverIn each coming dayLet us bring in sunshineIn every day so fine Darling please stay closeWhereever you areLove that never goesLike the morning star Love that never goesLike the morning star Love me and love meIt's all I ask of youLet me in your heart beAnd I'll always be true Love me and love meIt's all I ask of you


Peter S. Quinn


Love Me For Love's Sake (From, Poet On Www) Love me for love's sake,All is for it here on earth;Give me like summer wake,What each love is worth.My heart is open still,With love like an youth;Each dream trying to fulfill,To make it become sooth. Love me for what I am,Be so close and near;Let it not be a flimflam,What we have to share.All my dreams you'll find,If you'll show treasures too;Let not a heart be blind,All of this is up to you. Love me for our dreams,Like the shimmering sea;Where every wave seems,Billowing on so happily.Our dreams are like starshine,Floating high in the clouds;I'll be yours if you'll be mine,Not strangers in lonely crowds. Peter S. Quinn


Love Me Today Love me todayDon’t start tomorrowLove me my wayTime won't borrowIt goes to distanceAnd feeling will dieNow is your chanceTo open my sky Love me for nowIn every beatWe shall be somehowLove letters readFeelings from deepHome in our heartOur to keepFrom love's start Love me to nightWhen dark is hereIn the moon lightClosely and nearI am yours as muchAs you are mineWith every touchIn every shine Peter S. Quinn


Love Me Too Love me too - like a river stream or the airGive me emotions from your loving wingEvery breath of tone - to my heart to singLove me for being with you still always hereIn all emotions because I'm alive tooLike a bird flying through the incessant skyEverything what you hold dear as IThis passion for being just close here to you Make the light be of flaming fresh desireEverything that the heart knows insideWith wonderments of feelings going higherWhen we to together through the blue glideOh love in sweetness and always changingBe forever true in your ways arranging Peter S. Quinn


Love Me With Your Love (From, Myspace) Love me with your loveIf you feel the same wayThese times are so full ofNight and its lonely dayBe my blessing and my worthTruthfully to love and fulfillEvery hour in its new birthWhen we climb another hill Love me easy love me nowLet the truth be inside thereGive me passion somehowEvery sorrow to disappearBe my blessing and my worthTruthfully to love and fulfillEvery hour in its new birthWhen we climb another hill Love me with your kindness onSo my life may become completeSo much into nothing is goneOn our ways and lonely streetThis and that won’t do for meIf it is not sweet and tenderI just want to love and be freeThe rest I'll return to its sender Be my blessing and my worthTruthfully to love and fulfillEvery hour in its new birthWhen we climb another hill… Peter S. Quinn


Love Of Love To Be Love of love to beSomething new and freshEvery opportunityIn its enmeshLongings to fulfillEvery aspect trueMoment’s silent stillWhat their ways do Heart’s beating insidePatching rhythm alongThoughts that do abideIn each goes alongWhen there is silenceOn a night's rowAnd the shadows danceIn the darkish glow Love of love for meSinging distance waysEvery line is freeIn its many traysLoving that was lostThrough a night and dayIn oceans was tossedWith nothing more to say Peter S. Quinn


Love Of The Night (From Minutes Of Falling Days) Nowhere is near to my heartOn this dark evening nightLove is a song that will departWhen comes again morning lightYou and I never the sameIn to each yesterday goneBurning inside forgotten flameThat shall blaze day and day on Evening in dark lonely wayLike clouds drifting far and highLove of the night set for a dayJust like the blue endless skyRain must fall in to our eyesNothing will last with us hereSeclusion low down and highsWith diffused moments of year Nowhere is with me here stillGiving its friendless nothingnessEmpty streets isolations fulfillWhen love in a heart can’t say yesYou and I have yet tomorrowTo give to days that comes throughNever let deep downward sorrowCatch up with feelings like you Peter S. Quinn


Love Oh Love Love oh love just come to meLet you your sweet heart beginLet those beats be forever freeAll to the out - from here within Sweeter song I have not heardThen the beating of true heartLike singing of a summer birdEach beat that from love will start So here's your song so fresh toldIn a beating's songs own wayThose tunes shall then never grow oldAnd always be new each day Peter S. Quinn


Love Oh Love Is Everywhere (From, Lost SongPoems) Love oh love is everywhereLike inside my dream,Here and there yesteryearPuffing up lofty stream;Spring is once again nearWith morning so plentiful,Winter on its underwearThe last of the frosty jewel. Love oh love is coming nowBlooms soon starting to show,Worries die out somehowWith the last winter's blow;Give me a hope in the livingThat will follow a sunny day,There is so much worth givingIn the beginning of new May. Love oh love is here to shareWith wonderful thing to be,To heal the old shallow arrThat once were here adoptee;Spring's again nearly bornFilling my longings and wish,What in earth ways I adornI can't be without all this. Peter S. Quinn


Love Oh Love You Are Still Here Love oh love you're still hereYour dreams rising everywhereIn my heart and inside burningIn days and nights of yearning So much is inside each your wayLike sky of sunshine every dayAnd burning high in its desireYour love's spreading out its fire Dreams of day and into the nightDreams of heart burning brightFlowers blooming all like beforeSo much giving and always more Night is now with dreams nearDark is outside from here to thereAnd still your love's without doubtSure of love and what it's about Love oh love you give my daysMuch of dreaming and many waysAll is certain within your heartNothing of uncertainty drives it apart So my days shall find you stillEvery morning in dreams to fulfillLate at night and into my sleepYou shall guide me and safely keep Peter S. Quinn


Love Should Be Like Morning Love should be like morning in tenderness flowIf you say in honesty you love meLike daybreak to the rising in its goal goThat flickers on its fire heat in sparks freeLove should be a good friend to get alongWith every helping feeling saying it's trueTimeless conquered singing in its songThat puffs up like a smoke onto the far blue You are what the night gives in your loveDrifting each passion that keeps coming onLife's but a rain cloud of sunshine far aboveThat with its time is trying before it's goneLove me tender in your heart of crowded spaceWe are both feelings and torches of its ways Peter S. Quinn


Love So Sweet You Are Love so sweet you areIn everything wakingLike wish upon a wishing starTimes and purpose making Love that comes and growsFeelings from deep insideRiver streams eternally flowsNothing in love can hide The morning is full ofSomething in fresh dayPurpose and pure loveMeets hope half the way The rest's up to me and youMornings never the sameEverything is meant to be trueFor that's in love's name Love so hopeful you areMeaning so much to meHeartbeats near and afarEverything you want to see Touch of moment's chanceFrom the inside and outBeauty full of romanceThat's what love's all about Peter S. Quinn


Love Song (5 Haiku's) Rest my heart in nightFor sun shone so full and bright- Before twilights flight Day was young in lightWith perfect assortment sight- 'Fore it came the night Rest my heart so fullOf these affections so dull- Into deep they pull Will my love there lullAnd make each effort a null?- Now my love is full Rest my heart in nightAbove haven's stars may glide- I know not what's right Peter S. Quinn


Love Song (From, Rock Star) Love is here and then it's gone,All the same for everyone;Things to make and to be done,Two together one for one.Grow your heart inside a trust,All things of love are a must;Nothing to do with evermore,Always be of your feelings sure. Crying game and a burning flame,Riding high and sometimes low;All is in this earthly same,Feelings burst to cold or glow.We do love to lead the full way,Give as much as we can give;See the glowing rise the day,What it's worth just make up and live. Love is in the clouds and dim,Riding high with stormy waves;Beautiful world oh whimsy whim,Live in the well and misbehaves.All is within the years to go,There is nothing to run from;What you've said the wind will blow,New thoughts and days are still to come. Peter S. Quinn


Love Song In The Air There is a love song in the airBeautiful full and growingSunset of colors everywhereIn the evening of its glowingDreams that were going byRevolve in stillness aroundGolden insight into the skyNever again to be foundDistances turning in lightRed yellow moment's blissShadows dancing for nightIs evening's ultimate kiss All is reaping into the nightGlorious moments goingLoosing daylight's flowing lightInto the dark of glowingDreams would never stayOn for the coming hoursThey'll turn to colors grayOr fall down like the flowersThere is a love song in sightYesterdays gone foreverPlayfully moments of lightGiving the minutes together Peter S. Quinn


Love Song Of Winter’s Night Love song of winter’s nightWith many thoughts to giveStars falling above brightPromising wishes to liveWithin them everyone's dreamIn a love light that glowsComing through darkish gleamBefore it soft again goes Love songs for you and meEverything from the heartFrom the beats of eternityWhere everything’s to startHopes with clear promisesSomewhere out in their darkThe joy of man's caressesThat tomorrow might spark Love songs of winter’s highWith many thoughts foundHello delights and goodbyeEverything comes aroundSo much joy in everythingFrom nights of winter’s comeHighest tones now to singWhere spark of snow’s from Peter S. Quinn


Love Song To Flowers,7 Rhyme Haiku Blooming blooming redIn the summer's beauty bed- I have now you met Blooming blooming whiteWhere shadings of gray abide- Contrast to the night Blooming bloom yellowIt's you time to say hello- Sunny and mellow Blooming blooming pinkLet me for a moment think- While my eyes you drink Blooming bloom crimsonOne of daylight's bygone- When the sunset's on Blooming blooming blueFor-get-me-not in renew- When this time is through Blooming blooming greenYou bear the leaves in between- Of everything here seen Peter S. Quinn


Love Song To My Muse (Fragments) Oh playful heaven – sweet!How a wonder is star dust;With lingering so neat,That never on earth will rust.We live by strange name,The spirit only knows of;With where there's a flame,And true feelings of love. This chanting of a singing,Full harmonies in the length;To each one it is bringing,Their spirit so full of strength.For I never knew before,Why silver swans did so sing;Tantalized to earth shore,Until death silences bring. Each thought is like a lily,Or roses of tinting gold;That throbs like the heart,And never will stop to cold.Each fire then reinforces,Gives the strength and power;That from other sides crosses,Like dust in golden shower. Peter S. Quinn


Love Song To The Coming Morning I'm like night in the sunsetFeeling red clouds in the skyWind in the trees full of breezeSwirling up leaves so they fly Meadows and hills shades in blueFlowers in silver and goldDarkness comes so untrueFairies in the moonlight hard to hold Magical moments in twilightBreaking off silences with a songLeaving the day coming to nightShadows are still though young I'm like night in the sunsetTouching the moments that goInto umbrage of absurditiesThat lived in the day a while ago Lilies and fields are in darknessMoon is behind a blue cloudDay shall wake up in dawn freshWhen dusky shadows are disallowed Peter S. Quinn


Love Song To You Love song to youWith all my heart to giveIn a beautiful morning blueWhere memories liveEvery dream that is glowingLike arising daybreakWhen a morning is flowingNew in its first wake My heart is longing stillIn dreams never beyondIn tomorrow to fulfillParting again or is dawnedIn every love song newThat gives a morning fineAnd we have seen go thruIn hours of our sunshine Love song evermoreOn to the gleaming lightThose days go by and pourIn contingency dim flightWishful days are blanchingIn mornings still to comeAnd love songs branchingTo Forget-Me-Not blossom Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Love songs do live and dieJust like summer moody daysWinter is now near bySnowing in its snowy graysAll our dreams are now coldOnto the blackness of iceNothing from spring to holdOnly gray morning dim skies Love songs to make and giveOn this old frosty roadWe now in coldness liveWith every dark somber loadSummer is far away from hereRibbons in times goneLove songs of theirs somewhereOnto the remoteness on Sunrise skies winter's dreamIt’s so cold now outsideAll frosty in flickering deemAs they to glowing glideYesterdays dream now in deepNever to return here againOnly their memories to keepWithin this lonely between Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs – Easy Going Some morns are easy goingWith wonderful sayings to sayOnward breezy flowingTurning out their best waySomething that's trouble-freeEffortless and in singingSharing a part what's meIn their expressions bringing Sing them and try to feelSo they may continue their burnOnly be in simple colors tealIn each their way and turnPersonal verses to give and shareIn their point of exposureGoing from here to nowhereIn each their refrain enclosure Songs of my personal approachSinging themselves to timeStep by step in their encroachUntil they to choruses climbLove songs to evenings in castSo you will see the reddish skyWhen morn and eve have pastBut the melody isn’t ready to die Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs – Gone By (From Album, Like Love IsTrue) What will it be today and tomorrow?Shall all your dreams come through?Feelings of yesterday to borrowSo much is still up to youRain comes and clouds get awayAlways some new hope bearingEvery love is the hours that playAnd get tossed up in their old wearing If you could feel on like me todaySomewhere to know and then to findThere could be equals justified playIn every wave that to shore grindLove is a love ever so closeGiving as much as sometimes you doEvening of pleasures before it goesInto the old for coming of new What shall it be that we are searching?Never to find before its goodbyeThere is much deep from inside lurchingGiving our heart heartfelt trySun comes and shares its blue skyFlying of cloudlets from yonder of pastLove songs of mornings gone byEach in their new flowing and cast Love songs of mornings gone byEach in their new flowing and cast Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs (From, Myspace) Love songs that go byFilling my heart with glowShining through blue skyWith everything they knowOurs to take and giveEverything that is there trueMaking our own to liveWhen their time comes through Love songs of the deep earthRaising the seeds to goFinding the soil that's worthBuilding up and to it sowOurs to make and thriveLiving thru its many varietiesWith right moments to arriveIn assortments and contrarieties Love songs of mountains highAnd deep valleys lowAnything here that‘s worth its tryWith all the luck you knowThe timeless of space and hoursRivers that to sea are flowingThe wilderness small flowersThat always in spring is growing Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs … Bring me nothing but good hopeFor love songs shall perish easilyLike winter in thoughts elopeTo mornings of tomorrow breezily Your love's filling the air with songThat comes through dreams moving onSoon they’ll all to yesterday belongLike everything before told - is gone Each beauty is simple - not telling whyOnly given mystic to you it will showListening vaguely to their around tieSome of their smolder in fallen glow Simple is not always the flowering shadeWith something to say in its flowerOf bouquets so in variety languidly madeEach for every single going hour Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Of Liberty There is nobody here that teaches meSong of hope or libertyEverything comes in quite unclearGiving some form of what to shareLove songs of ever ending themesSometimes just in forgotten dreamsSome of their hopes are in their dueLiving for times that are untrue If man is to live for never-endingHe needs to try out and mendingSide by side to give and takeReach to higher ground and wakeLove songs that come to build upNever to sing too low or stopYesterdays were too unreachableSo tomorrow must be teachable There is nobody here that gives freedomIt must be build up by someDealing with what you rightly chooseBe there to rise or to loseLove songs that are to find a wayNot unreachable in their own dayStanding strong for all to reachGive their answers someone to teach Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Of Living Easy glowing in its goingJust like the day to nightWhen light to dark's flowingInto ocean of lost flightNowhere to go but under deepAround the horizon lineBeams of sun rippling weepThere comes dark into sunshine Yesterday’s feelings always oldLost in their deep memoriesWhere every ebbing will enfoldInto the forgotten seasLove songs of livingDeep in ones heartThrough every season givingInto its new start Come here and glow morning slowInto newborn dayBefore the gleam again must goOn its twilight wayHush every leaf in the breezeHour of silent closeComing through dim and treesBefore again it goes Love songs of night day so brightAll into life showingBring in the day high and brightEvery footstep rowingNowhere but here in beauty liesStrangely in dawns fireWhen every cloud burns in dyesLike love's desire Yesterday’s feelings always oldLost in their deep memoriesWhere every ebbing will enfold


Into the forgotten seasLove songs of livingDeep in ones heartThrough every season givingInto its new start Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Of My Heart Love songs of my heart they will come and goWith every song singing for a whileIn a feeling with the world and its smileFreshly coming as the breezily blowDreams within a dream we will come to knowEach singing away of love and beguileVarieties of heart and passionate styleJust like a morning of fresh summer glow Feel not depressed or in lonely bluesWhen morning is so young with each bouquetThat woven is with blossoms of new springDay is lovely in its full amuseWhen nothing comes up needing regretAnd my spirit in daybreak wants to sing Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Of The Faraway As the dreams come and goGliding light through the eveningAnd the eyes of the night glowWith the stars that twinkling’s bring Yesterday is gone awayInto the walking of going pastWhere all our memories still playIn their dream space cast Love songs of the faraway thoughtsThose once were close and nearWith their every moments and lotsThat we once did hold inside there Where our beat falls on the agesWith the living in circlesAnd the answers are of weighsComing through less and less Dreams of our long gone stayThat behold in the mystic forestIn their long gone turning wayThat we were once with blessedAs the dreams come and goGliding light through the eveningAnd the eyes of the night glowWith the stars that twinkling’s bring (from my Album: Something More) Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Of The Night Love songs of the night,Full of the morning to come;Beautiful within the light,The shades of dims blossom.Soul in the evening's end,Voices of a nightingale;Glisten stars in the blend,Nothing too still or stale. Morning of vivid sun,Orange to yellow bright;Dawn of beginning fun,Reaching to blue sky's height!Heart in the bursting shadow,Questions growing to be old;Last of their dim blue glow,Night and moon can't hold. Nights that dream on still,Tricking the thoughts to believe:Those are the wishes to fulfill,Once realities they will relieve.Love songs of the night,Brightening up with new crown;Setting the clouds on their flight,Shifting away the starlight gown. Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Of The Night (From Minutes Of FallingDays) Love songs of the nightEvery day to be lostGleams of the faraway lightThrough time once crossedWhere dreams are callingOutside shimmering skyFrom its saunter fallingAs hours of darkness die Flying on going motionsTo all vanished yesterdaysThrough disturbing commotionsIn its perspective playsWhat do they know of love?In its passionate cooperateWith their mist far aboveAnd fates mysterious gate Like you and I are feelingIn sensation of deep abyssWith moments self-revealingFrom outlying time's blissLove songs in the deep dimCircling around the verityTinctures of sweltering vimInside profound unfamiliarity Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Of The Night 2 Love songs of the nightForever you are going awayTimes of summer strong lightAll those once meet the day Mind-set of fragrances redEverything roses can giveThat on to withering bledFlowers that monetarily live Love songs of the darknessDreams in their falling nowSwept away in summer caressOnto cold winter's brow The wings of the flying freeTimeless in their singingFor leafless is now its treeOnly the snowflakes swinging Love songs of beating heartNow are all scorched awayIn their color flames departTurning the earth to gray But never forget your loveIt still's from inside burningWhirling like cloudlets aboveIts pleasures forever yearning Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Of The Past (From, Myspace) Love songs of the pastAre like a memory glowIn many times and castThat came to and froWith hours losing identityFor being not steadilyEverything in life's coherentlyMade to be done readily Love songs of the pastThey are always tryingFilling each their castBefore diminished in dyingRaindrops fall on themThe days shall forgetThey’ll become bleak emblemIn the times to regret So much of lost is showingThe opportunities befallInto the times of glowingStraps in a sight and trawlFollows your heart in daysPerhaps love comes againTurning point darkish raysEverything is now in vain Love songs lost and doneCarry the weight no moreLike glisten that once shoneOn to times steady shoreNo man´s territory is thisAll that is gone to deepLike the red of sky blissNo one is allowed to keep Love songs of the pastThey are always tryingFilling each their cast


Before diminished in dyingRaindrops fall on themThe days shall forgetThey’ll become bleak emblemIn the times to regret Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs Of The Sea Love songs of the seaThey drift the shore alongGiving themes wild and freeIn their to and fro song Billows in the farawayWith rainbows above highAre here to meet tomorrow's dayIn new and coming sky Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs That Are Here Today (A Lyric) Love songs that are here todayMaybe all gone tomorrowTime is a challenge playIn to the hours it will borrowNowhere to go but hereIn our destiny onSomething that is somewhereTill it's all gone You and I love to stayBlissfully on a pleasure rowWaiting for times to weighWhat there shall soon go?Why is there some yearYouthful in a happy runAnd then it's a lonely tearWithout those pleasures fun Love songs that are here todayHow awesome they can comeNothing forever to stayOnly for a moment someYesterdays that gave its steerInto the summer sunAre some now long gone yearInto time's weaving spun Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs That Fall Apart – A Lyric In to its nothingFrom the ongoing wayTime in their bluffingDay by day in gray Reaching to the outsideFalling from withinAs the times glideInto their own spin Yesterday is nowhereOnly sweet memoryTurning its threads from hereSetting its course free Love songs that fall apartFilling the days foundIn its own freshly startThat from nothing is bound Confused and disarrayedAbandoned in its tangle crawlThrough the twist masqueradeBefore they together fall Trying much to stay aliveIn what I believe to be rightThe world is in its contriveWithout and sketch of light Times in its own commandBrushing its way to trustReaching complex understandIn that we thought lost Yesterday is nowhereOnly sweet memoryTurning its threads from hereSetting its course free


Love songs that fall apartFilling the days foundIn its own freshly startThat from nothing is bound Confused and disarrayedAbandoned in its tangle crawlThrough the twist masqueradeBefore they together fall Time is lose on the pastWhere stillness is foundMake believe in a castNew skills that come around Days now are turning lostFrom their young bright glowThose that got double-crossedOn their approach to go Nothing can protect nowThose that have vanished to dieTime is their disallowAs tomorrow goes by Peter S. Quinn


Love Songs With Feelings In Its Beat Love songs with feelings in its beatThe ticker of beats all life throughA love to a moment touching treatAll that is from the inside part of you Hours gone by but always deliveringDream that no one's without and nearBetween moments and days givingAll that is inside in the beats you hear Loveliness of touches that turn you onFlowers of thought between the twoprecious in memories and years goneAll that is a part of me and of you Love songs that still give their touchAlways their burning in inside and outSomething in the beat that says so muchThat is what every love is all about Peter S. Quinn


Love Sweet Like A Fragranced Rose Love sweet like a fragranced roseEver just going onAlways like true life that goesNever fulfilled or doneYou are just like this wayCarrying your beating heartSummer on a sunshine dayComing so fresh from start Our love is so eager loveBouquet of roses to fulfillGoing like the clouds aboveInto the bluish sky stillWondering ways that areOnly my heart and youLove is like a catching starAll is so innocent and true With warm feelings and touchWe can conquer the sceneWe both are in love so muchNothing may come in betweenRaindrops on a cloudy dayThe sorrows from long pastNothing shall stand in our wayThis truelove shall forever last Peter S. Quinn


Love That Is Just Pain Bringing on the feelingsFrom the inside fastLove that hurts in peelingsWhen nothing's going to lastTrust this heart of sunshineBring the vast right inEverything from line to lineIn its eternal spin The daydreams with its heartEverything in now goingFrom beginning and startThat from inside is showingGlory ways and trustThe dream not coming trueNow falling to its dustFor others to renew Love that is just painIn questions and soul matesSearches thru its vain That with summer fadesAll that you were givingAnd empty brought onNow not worth its livingFor its days are gone Peter S. Quinn


Love To A Dream Give your love to a dreamThat drifts like clouds byLove sometimes nowhere seemFaraway in a cloudy skyEverything has a wishing wayLongings that never dieDreams reaching out to playGiving each our heart a try Fervor of love´s wingThings that will come and goAs days forward singIn its pliable memory glowSo much is still to reachFinding the road to applyDreams to the future teachThose that with you'll tie Heart is full of its todayLove beats of fast and slowAll what makes love forteIn its timeless tomorrow flowEverything adore shall bringAs it accomplish out to showForever to the future singAs dreams to its reality grow Peter S. Quinn


Love Was Here Love was hereAnd then it was goneFrom inside to somewhereTo the memories on and onFeelings from the heartIn every love song trueWhen days drifted apartThat once got here through Those sweet memoriesOnce in their free liftingWistfully longing DeesEvery its occasion driftingToo close now to understandIn their lock nearing daysWhat those times commandWithin thoughts and says What we had all thenWas next too carefreeAnd it never comes againEither for you or meOnly like times flyingIn to its lonely aged castWithout even tryingTo be there too long to last *The above poem, I wrote while reading at: - And as I was doing so my computer broke down and I lost my poem, soperhaps my 2nd time writing of it is not quite as good as my 1st time, but weshall never know. Peter S. Quinn


Love With Its Echo In Dream There are emotions in our dream night castFilling space without reality reasonsIn a merry-go-round all time seasonsThe moon comes up but the sun isn't pastFilling the walls with faces in shadowsSome transfusing cells in the brain matterFinding each other before they clatterTheir memories stationed inside the goes Feelings that quiver leaves of the brainsIntruding footsteps through distance thinkingIn galaxies of circling next to dreamMind wave cities suburbs outer lanesEvery thread of its light trap blinkingBefore it to nowhere - forever will stream Peter S. Quinn


Love, Dream About Me Love dream about meLet me become your starA faraway light freeInto the night and afar Love let me be freeOnto the eternal skyFaraway forever to beLight of the rising high Everything in tonightIn glistening sky dreamsWishing stars in flightWhere everything good seems Space of eternal lightWith stars glowing beamLiving forever in flightOf space dreamy stream Love dreams harmonyNothing is going oldJust endless lighting seaInto the dark unfold Light in glow symphonyDust of time revealsMelody - a part of meEverything my heart feels Peter S. Quinn


Love, Love Love, love is so tender awhileGiving light to freedomSmooth in its eternal styleWhere all passion comes fromLiving isn’t meant to be easyJust to open up you’re givingEach its way might be a bit breezyIn the days of its living Love, love comes here to darknessAnd be like the sky blue aboveIn your full of tender caressesThat each morning is of loveRise to the shining new worldWe have brought in at our ownAnd many ways of affection impearledIn our hearts were love has grown Love, love comes now all to meLike the clearance of the skySet my wings up to drift on freeInto the dimensions of high Peter S. Quinn


Love, Love, Love Love love loveIs like rain to earthFrom the clouds far aboveGiving life new birthEvery breath that we takeThrough the good and badThe day that is about to wakeTo make the hours ahead glad Love love loveIn the inhalation of its reachSo much in plentiful ofTo live it worthy and teachLike days that aren’t hereThough in memories stillEvery moment once thereThat had our dreams to fulfill Love love loveIn all that are you and meThe secrets romantic coveThat makes the flirting freeTo give and also to receiveWithin wonderment of youTreasures of make believeThat sometimes can come true Peter S. Quinn


Love......... Love is what you knowa feeling from the inside,instants that come and gothough some may abide.Touching soul and heartin hours worth of gold,that never again depart,and never grows to old. Love's a moment's touchfrom everything you do,it says in silence so muchand secrets to only you.It is from the inside deeplike flowers that grow on,yours eternally to keepwhen love's forever gone. Love is what you giveand all you'll everknow,some moments you'll relivewhen you yourself will go.For love is from the heartlike magic in your thought,and never it shall departif you have well it taught. Peter S. Quinn


Love’s Not To Love There is time in your heart to grant and takeFor two sides to come through and to bringThat in words can't be told - or silences swingIn pulsation which arises awakeThrough love of the moments that come to beInfinity feelings opening to flyFor onwards in loving and reaching their highEverything that is and always is free Love's not to love but to give of - as muchTruly in keys of the participant reachOf their worthily aim and newly touchThat always within will give more and teachHearts of true beats that thoroughly on livesTo new levels reaching that further gives Peter S. Quinn


Love's A Feeling (From, Dried Flowers) Love's a feeling that everywhere should go,Burn on like the stars in fiery dark skies;Flower of waiting - surely must some time know,Everything there is because truth has no lies. Love in the heart is like song of the moods,Measure for each measure so deeply with root;Takes nothing because of its high altitudes,Just like a bird or a tree with its breadfruit. Passions of much hidden meaning as well,The heart that is throbbing and still awaiting:With a key you can't see or even touch; Each part and realm the future can't foretell,Nothing in there is made of reason debating:Only what you give yourself - and as much. Peter S. Quinn


Love's A Melody Sweetness in the airFeeling at libertyFrom inside hereDreams on the farCatching the dayFalling wish starMade of its clay Just like youIn all of thisAlways so trueIn passion's blissDay and nightWaves of its touchCatching its flightIn love so much Love in its longMoments and spaceThis is its songIn plentiful waysBrightness to beAs it comes clearAnd you will seeHow love is near Peter S. Quinn


Loves Eyes Loves eyesWithin and outFull of surpriseAnd has its doubtSomething to doFeeling insideBoth me and youTouches that hide Dreams in the nightStories untoldSketches of lightShadows so coldDays that are darkInto their hoursWinter glow sparkFrost silver flowers Touches of heartBeat in a melodyWhere shall I start?In its rhapsodyAll is a feelStrings of affectionSometimes not realOnly a rejection Peter S. Quinn


Love's Sweet As It's Bitter Love's sweet as it's bitter in crown of jewelThis spiky passion of its torrent cosmosEach corona of sorrow and darling ruleThat conquers my soul in each its otioseOh fire of love I adore each your wayIn the morning of the heart's many truthYou bring to the night the leaves of the dayAnd your cool leaf is a chalice of youth The moments are here because of your heartIn longitudes of ways its wine is filledDeclaring the sun in the desire it'll startBut like a shattery mirror it's tilledOh how your beauty is like a smoke that goesOn to the air with its fervor - and its glows Peter S. Quinn


Lullaby She is rushing into her lullabyWith time she's night and dayIn the morning of new dawn skyWhen her mood is in a silent way Every walk that she goes in glowWith the deepen light of hoursWhen dreams are in rush and flowLike the opening freshly flowers As a night goes along to sweepIn its weavings of breathing mistAnd dimming clouds are in deepOf evening that a day has kissed She returns in golden red lightFor awhile to stay there and giveFor she’s a lady of quiet nightWhere dreams are sleeping to live Traveling from day to afternoonIn their weaves sleepless hollowAnd awakening again with moonWith a glow of quietness to follow She is rushing into her lullabyWith the dreams your eyes desireOpening up to the starry far skyWith makeup of deeps and higher Peter S. Quinn


Luminous Night (From, To Oscar Act Iii) Day and night will never stayAll is gone before we knowLove is like it in its playIt will come and give its glow Disturbing we sometimes areWith our love and our heartEither way it's much bizarreFrom times it gives its start Blowing clouds onSky will clear tooFor we know love's goneFor both me and youLuminous fires insideWeightless and its fluky flyFrom the moments hideWhen love says its goodbyeGoing from the groundJust like dreams of twoNever again be foundOnly something new Blowing clouds onSky will clear tooFor we know love's goneFor both me and youLuminous fires insideWeightless and its fluky flyFrom the moments hideWhen love says its goodbyeGoing from the groundJust like dreams of twoNever again be foundGone and passed through Peter S. Quinn


Lyric To A Babe (From, Lost Song Poems) Oh baby babe give me a signSomething I can relate to,Or I'll be walking a strait lineTrying my luck without you;Reaching the top from the lowEverything's fine here with me,We further away shall growIf we to love can't both agree. Like the times will settle inWith all the reasons and doubt,Growing apart is a sinIf we can't live here without;Feelings we gave to bothWith arms reaching to hold,When giving trust and betrothSearching the warmth in cold. Oh baby babe give me a lifeThat I can call of my own,Searching I've been in and strifeNever to be more alone;I've meet faces in a rowThat never to love shall agree,Like lonesome wind that will blowUnreachable down to any tree. Peter S. Quinn


Lyric, There Are Stars (#11 From My Musical,Lyrics...) There are stars here,There are stars there,There are stars everywhere;In your eyes and in mine,They continue to on shine... There are flowers in spring garden,But I ask still for some pardon,'Cause the winter is hard on:Snow and frost to combine,Otherwise, it is doing fine... We could fool around for a day,It would feel right and okay;Tell me just if I surely may,Or should I wait till you're as I'm,If we both have still then time... There are stars in both your eyes,Time on wanders till and flies;Your irises are blue as skies,Little darling still in prime,Keep my poem, a little rime... Each our lives - a falling wishing star,Coming closer or drifting afar... (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


Mad I live here freeStill in the sound of time,A reason comesBut there is in there no rime;In common wordsThat come and go,Both backward and forthWho'll know. They took awayFresh pot and new,Imaginary soaked upAmong the few;Always gleaming throughTo a next day,Bless full after requestingWhat I'd say. I answer notRemembering what then comes,Like a buzz of a beeIt continually hums;ConversationsTurning away from reality,Only splitting personalitiesInside of me. Chatting to myselfContinually on,Attention givingAnd even poking some fun;Seeing out the windowGarden and the walls,Like a fragile autumn leafThat whither and falls. Then in a split of a secondI'm as born afresh,Remembering


When my thoughts were less;Restrained to thoseFrom inner state of mind,Then again I goAnd this world leave behind. Peter S. Quinn


Made Of Stars We are all made of starsThat will never dieWe are all made of starsFrom the low to highReaching to every out of way spaceFull of moments that come and playEvery heart beat in its own placeThrough the night and coming day We are all with a heartAnd like flowers we growEach and everyone with needFor their dreams to on glowRight and wrong through hoursPasses on till it’s goneBorn like seeds to be flowersEvery way that is here done We are all made of starsWith their eagerness to tryWe are all made of starsAnd through times we flyTrying all to make our differenceIn a world that can give us allIf we will have that real chanceWhen fresh dreams of ours call We are all the same to loveMaking time for days of joyDrifting like the clouds aboveNothing can our hope destroyIndifference we sometimes areThough we didn't mean to hurtFor we are like a glisten starTwinkling on in our convert We are all made of starsThat will never dieWe are all made of stars


From the low to highReaching to every out of way spaceFull of moments that come and playEvery heart beat in its own placeThrough the night and coming day Peter S. Quinn


Madrigal Take my love songAnd bring its whilesTo a heart that’ll longIn pleasures and smiles Take my nocturneAnd bring it from nightSorrow that burnIn their lost flight Every dream that’ll goTo the morning onFrom the darkness agoOf distress liaison Take my love songAnd bring it closeWhere feelings belongLike thorns of rose Peter S. Quinn


Madrigal: Sweet Is This Autumn Sweet is this autumn coming inWith its wheels of shadings twinEverything for inside heartBleaching time to startMy dreams now up to fillWith its colors and leaves to spillLove is here to give its callsSweetness comes from dripping fallsKeep my moods in constant strayEvery glowing stillness dayOh my yearnings in autumn's wealThoughts of moments from me steal (Inspiration: John Wilbye, Madrigal: Love Not Me for Comely Grace Love not me for comely grace,For my pleasing eye or face;Nor for any outward part,No, nor for my constant heart:For those may fail or turn to ill,So thou and I shall sever.Keep therefore a true woman's eye,And love me still, but know not why;So hast thou the same reason stillTo doat upon me ever.) Peter S. Quinn


Madrigal: Sweet Sweet My Love Sweet sweet my loveCome close nowAnd give my heart one more tryEach cloud aboveIts lowbrowShall else fill my sorrow's sky Sweet sweet my trueYou still areLike the summer sky in glowIts azure blueAfar starThat only true lover know Sweet sweet the oneNever lostYou bring my passions highTill love is doneAway tossedWhen the years will say goodbye (Inspiration: John Wilbye, Madrigal: Adieu, Sweet Amaryllis: Adieu, adieuSweet amaryllis.For since to part your will is.O heavy tidingHere is for me no biding.Yet once againEre that I part with you.Amaryllis, amaryllis,Sweet Adieu. Peter S. Quinn


Magic Evening Magic eveningThru night and wavesMirror gleam livingIn a heart that craves Yesterday was ambianceNow is something moreIn aquatic acquaintanceTo the vast shore Magic glowingDream of red yellowOn heaven showingMoments saying hello Sea of exotic songDream to set sailRomantic heart to longIn its sodden trail Magic of skyThru the ember oceanAs its time goes byWith its full emotion Love of possibilitiesMorning that shall bringBlue drifting seasAs dawn again will sing Peter S. Quinn


Magical Poems Magical Poemsmagical poemsglow in time's dream half-rememberedwith illusionsof joy and grief sung in memory ~*~ eternal dancegoes on and oneach momentgiven a changeto find a placein the sun sweet blue eyeswith shadowsin twilight graysyour moonstones glowin love different ways what come and goesin life interplaysand nobody knowswhat goes or stays blue ocean wavestides - on and on...the coming daysin the red Spanish sun with love they areand within beaches of sandunder the twinkling starslove they come to understand...


...sweet romance cafesin love's music adagioswith love different waysand the air full of arrowswhere hearts conveysand nobody knowswhat goesor what stays... Peter S. Quinn


Make Believes In Summer Dreams Make believes in summer dreams to tell,In its coming moments of new growing;Token ways of the summer dreamy spell,Now to spring are again here all showing! Dreams that were in winter’s deep cold and dark,Flow now in with their new difference dress;Every blossom to their fullest spark,In the freshly airy morning caress. The fresh summer seeds are growing fast now,For the coming of the Ester blessing;In their whitish and yellow petals brow,Every terrain is with hope dressing.Fragrances sweet from the youngish and light,Those are now full of rising on to start flight! Peter S. Quinn


Make It Come True Make it come trueWhat you want to doAnything can beIf it becomes freeWe just need a lightTo make it rightIn our way and playThat we need to say Make the seeds growSo they learn to knowWhat is right and wrong?In their times and songThere are feelings realIn each touch and feelGive your smiling faceMany times and days Make it come: LoveTo clear clouds aboveWe can build upMake all sufferings stopIf our heart is clearAnd our passion nearNothing will get astrayThat brings peace its way …and All together now...1 2 3... (like The Beatles) :) Peter S. Quinn


Make It Important (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) Nothing is as importantAs not being thereTimes are so irrelevantFrom this and to nowhere Measure each life with footstepsAnd you will just circle aroundGive what you feel and must haveAnd everything else will be found Some wishes might come trueIf they are worthy your trySo much is entirely up to youBuilding it up and why Measure each life with footstepsAnd you will just circle aroundGive what you feel and must haveAnd everything else will be found Don't count on lady luckTo handle your way of lifeYou will just get further stuckWork more suffer and strife Make it important Peter S. Quinn


Make Me Take my handAnd let me fly awaySo I may understandWhat makes a new dayLet me catch the rayOf sunshine risingFeel its onward playIn evening disguising Make me like a cloudTo drift and dreamMeadow fields unplowedRiver´s playful streamAnything to glowFor the eye to catchWhite crystal snowStars that never match Anything to createMake me a pencil drawIn your heart to activatePuzzles of love’s jigsawYou and I to cooperateInto passion’s waysAdore in all its weightWith its many roundelays Peter S. Quinn


Making Time Fast Or Alone Nowhere is always inMaking time fast or aloneDrifting in circling spinTill it’s nowhere again foundPlayful with days unaidedInto their little whilesSome of instances degradedDeath works and open styles Neighbors are strangers apartBeautifully in their ownGiving their own true heartInside that can’t be shownBackyards with sitting stepsStrange towns to look forFlowing tides and ebbsWhen it comes to their shore With numbers to go alongOnce you can figure them outLocked doors and addresses wrongKnocking down some of its doubt Peter S. Quinn


Man Is For His Heart I carry only loveFor reasons I don't knowMy heart is full thereofThe inside burning glowI can not have enoughFor time are never stillAnd play is always roughWith promises to fulfill My hope will die or beLike winter is for nowNo love is here for freeIt's just how reasons goLeaves may fall and dieWhen autumn is all doneGray become every skyBut my love carries on Birds are for the singingAnd man is for his heartConnecting and stringingEmotions that are apartLike every essence flowingSo much is for the sameHush-hush dissent knowingEvery moxie secret flame Peter S. Quinn


Manifestly Refined (From, Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) Manifestly refinedEach thread life weaves,They come to be assignedIn gladness or grieves;You have your way to goSearch through the woods,And only you will knowIf there are falsehoods. Manifestly and rightHeart is the starting place,You may lose a fightBut hold on to grace;For nothing is for sureAnd no one really wins,As life is something moreAnd time with it spins. Should we start and goWhere the road isn't clear,The decision you only knowWhere your heart is near;Should we know or wishFor something better yet,When you have all of thisAll your heart and soul asset. Peter S. Quinn


Many Shades Of Whim I've had so many phrasesComing to my thoughtsIn cheek brow many gazesOf each they're on and ought's The mildly dim agoThat every time is stealingAnd what we to ourselves oweIn its today own healing Like May that comes againAfter the winter's dimTo give seeds to our penIn the many shades of whim When my heart breaks throughTo give of its steady beatAlthough it's just up to youHow you these aching treat Peter S. Quinn


Many Ways To Love Love mother earthFor she is your heartFor spirits new birthWhere your hours did start Love ocean waveIn to and fro tideFor life you craveFirst in it did ride Love deep blue skyFor it is tomorrowWith all its new tryThat hope shall borrow Love the peace wayFor it is love of brotherAnd sister each dayLike there is no other Love hope that’ll comeAnd give of each striveIt is mankind blossomThat one day shall arrive And open up heartsThose still are closeEach love there startsAs future on goes Peter S. Quinn


March Haiku March is vanishingwith the leafless winter trees- each week is greener Peter S. Quinn


May Desideratum May is all so beautifulOf colors in red and whiteAnd yellow ones flammableIn the newborn sunlight Feelings come to reviveFlames from last autumnEverything returns to aliveFor spring desideratum Peter S. Quinn


Maybe Maybe to another dayAll is easy goingThere'll come another wayMaking it and knowingLove's easy at first sightIf it's of true findTime will tell what's rightIn your heart and mind Maybe too you'll learnWhat makes happy daysForever love will yearnIn all its lots of waysCome and give from heartAll your feelings insideSo in love may then startWhat it now might hide Maybe to another yearLove has grown strongYou'll in your heart hearAll of its longing´s songThis is how time goesIf love is true and highFor two to come closeIn love that cannot die Maybe to another dayAll is easy goingThere'll come another wayMaking it and growingCome and give from heartAll your feelings insideSo true love may there startTouching you and abide Peter S. Quinn


Maybe For A Moment I want to have you here beside me nowFeelings for the right moments in the flowWith dreams that always manage somehowIn our love hours of every wait and goTrue inner meaning comes just when we tryTo feel our life and in each our givingThere is no moment forever to say goodbyeFor we have all the weekdays - always living Somewhere around in our own little luckEverything comes - is set by the hourMaybe for a moment we perhaps get stuckAnd we feel as if the whole thing's in a scourThen once again we see how all comes clearA day may be forgotten but not the year Peter S. Quinn


Maybe True Love Maybe true love is hereWith everything that glowsDreams of night everywhereIn fresh summerset goes Moss is covered in bloomsLittle reddish and whiteBirds in their making groomsDay and thru every night Maybe true love is youFlying in moods tenderlyEvening and daybreaks thruAlways on wings cross free Yesterday as new tomorrowFinding its route and waySplendid landscape borrowevery on rising new day Maybe true love is blissOn to the tides new modeEvenings and morning kissDaybreak’s mounting ode The feelings of happy joyIn with summer increaseThat not anything can destroyNow for a time shall please Peter S. Quinn


Me And I Me and I we need it all nowWhat we had lost was never foundTry to find out what it's somehowBefore it’s gone nowhere aroundThis is the beginning of the endNothing to try only to get lostWith every making you comprehendThat it is getting crisscrossed Living isn’t easy when it's goneRaising to nowhere on to the darkCarry those shoulders on and onUntil day from a new will sparkThose are empty from their goingOn to badlands of days and nightFeeling bewilderment on growingNothing now comes that's alright Me and my heart for its own sakeTrying to raise the beat moreGiving and showing being awakeTrying to think what it's all forYou and your starlight isn't to beBecause it’s gone with its loadSo become for real what you seeTo go along strong on to the road Peter S. Quinn


Meet My Heart Meet my heartFrom the insideWhere love will startAs favoring guideTrust each new dayAs it comes and goesWith its own wayThat nobody knows Feelings so worthyIn their own takeMeaning not conciselyThat they’d awakeJust a little betweenOf what we try to giveSometimes all seenWhen we them live Meet my loveHalfway to youLike distances aboveJust out of the blueComplicating each longThat has raised desireWeak points and strongIn its obsessive fire Peter S. Quinn


Meet The Moments (From 'Meet The Moments') Meet the momentsThat flow here onDays that have nothingOr everythingSoon those surge dreamsAre all goneOnly like a songThat in hearts will singDays that goWhat did they ever give?If there is nothingOf its memoriesRoads to our hard workWe once did liveWays of destinyInner touches treasuries Meet the skyFull of its cloudy hopeNothing is foreverIn the way they driftLife's a movementFilled of its stropAnd somewhere betweenIs our own giftSomething to sayAnd move you aheadPlaying with everythingThat you have gotThe thoughtsIn the phrases you readFillings with wantsOf what you have not Meet every distanceIn its holding’s waySomething will comeOf it one day boundThere in are colors


And the shades of grayAnything of purposeIn pound by poundLets every reasonHave its giving approachNothing will stop itFrom flowing right inGive its aspiringGet-up-and-go encroachThere is just one means- lose not but win (This lyric poem was originally written like this:Meet the Moments Meet the moments that flow here onDays that have nothing or everythingSoon those surge dreams are all goneOnly like a song that in hearts will singDays that go what did they ever give?If there is nothing of its memoriesRoads to our hard work we once did liveWays of destiny inner touch treasuries Meet the sky full of its cloudy hopeNothing is forever in the way they driftLife's a movement filled of its stropAnd somewhere between is our own giftSomething to say and move you aheadPlaying with everything that you have gotThe thoughts in the phrases you readFillings with wants of what you have not Meet every distance in its holding’s waySomething will come of it one day boundThere in are colors and the shades of grayAnything of purpose in pound by poundLets every reason have its own approachNothing will stop it from flowing right inGive its aspiring get-up-and-go encroachThere is just one means - lose not but win)


Peter S. Quinn


Meeting With My Love Meeting with My Love,Yesterdays won't stay;Feelings, like a dove,Flying all away.Burning deep desire,Every hour now on;Bringing these feelings higher,Until the burning's gone.Meeting with a touch,Hearts tender and wide;Each saying so much,In their lost flight.Bright clear new sky,Coming after dark;So we both can fly,Sing on like the lark.Meeting with your heart,Bringing down the cold;Knowing where to start,So it can't burn up, or grow old. Peter S. Quinn


Meetings With Summer (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Meetings with summer,When the spring shall return;Color varieties strummer,The new seedlings to learn.Like the stars above burning,All is filled with morn light;And our hope is yearning,For the new and very bright. Meetings with new day,That was not here before;Growth comes in to the allay,With flowers to adore.All what is of innocence,Now covering the earth;In great shade abundance,And the garden of rebirth. Returning in spring,Everything in fragrance;Bee on a rosebud buzzing,Life is fresh of instance.Apparitions manifest,Phrase callow creations;Summer's beauty abreast,Full age of expectations. Peter S. Quinn


Melody Of The Morning Melody of the morningForever in echoes turningFull of love and yearningFaraway gleams burning Dreams of new dawn’s skyFlowing endlessly there onMoments of life going byTill the morning is gone Love in peace so quietEntering into the blueFaraway from streets riotJust peacefully going thru Love of a day reachingOn to the forest beyondQuietness to life teachingNowhere else on earth found Day on today rolling skyCloudlets in peaceful dreamOnto oblivion they’ll dieIn raindrops of mist stream Nothing is known for sureAll is just in your thoughtFeelings of veracity lureThat your incident taught Peter S. Quinn


Memories In The Wind Memories in the windAll the flowers of dustTogether in love twinedNever again to be lost The love inside my heartOnto the timeless callingHours that won't departIn its everlastingly falling Memories from my heartBeating a timeless beatA love that had to departOnto time's endless street All of my feelings insideThat never from here'll goNow on the milky way rideIn its never-ending glow Memories that will go onLike the seasons and hoursWinter light wind carillonWithin its musical flowers The love I now carry deepSongs of its many waysHours of past that sleepIn passing of coming days Peter S. Quinn


Merry-Go-Round Season Merry-go-round season,With variations in reason;Shades to darkly night,Or colors so full and bright.Every way of a spark,From the morning till dark;Each so deeply profound,Circling round and around.Feelings for each delight,Earthly spirit in the flight;You are so full and vast,Matter beholds you last.Sweet of taste and fruitful,Never a thoughtless rule;In giving and in taking,New seeds to life waking.Stranger to none fate,Like time it's of same blade;The coming of each dawn,That lights up dusky gown. Peter S. Quinn


Metallic White (From,134 Picture Poems) metallic whitesilvery shiningbrilliant sapphireof misty glows clouds of blue skiesand scintillant oceans Peter S. Quinn


Midday Veranda (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead SheetsWith Poems) Midday verandaThe dawn was so young,Like an abracadabraIn colors to long;Feelings were fresh tooComing to wake,Just like me and youFor it was daybreak. Now it's a middayIn wonders and answers,An intermediate playJust before evening dancers;All life is like thisFresh in first sight,Then comes the blissAnd make you feel right. Last comes the eveningFor stars in the sky,Then you sing a lullabyJust before you say goodbye;This is how it goesWe all have our travels,Nobody here really knowsWhat next steps it unravels. Peter S. Quinn


Midnight Oh beautiful midnight hourWhere all dreams are becoming trueThe time of the darkest flowerAll because of love and youAll from the inside is turningAnd giving so much here awayLove that in dreams is yearningUntil the coming of next day Remember the day That's goingWith feelings of love insideNowhere form nowhere showingDarkness in shadows hideOh love give me something to holdDreams won't see me all throughI'm left out in dark and the coldAll because of my love for you Oh beautiful midnight comingWhere has the light all goneEach day in your glow is summingAnd carrying my yearnings onMy thoughts to lead to nowhereAll because of your deep heartBeat to a beat here and thereLike a new world in morning start Oh beautiful midnight hourWhere all dreams are becoming trueThe time of the darkest flowerAll because of love and youYou come with dreams throughIn yesterdays memories goneOnly for tomorrow to renewWhen new day rises to the sun Oh beautiful midnight comingWhere has the light all goneEach day in your glow is summing


And carrying my yearnings onI lie with my thoughts awakeRemembering hours gone byThe night outside at stakeIn dim shadowed cloudy sky All from the inside is turningAnd giving so much here awayLove that in dreams are yearningUntil the coming of new day Peter S. Quinn


Midnight Is In For Everybody (A Lyric) Midnight is in for everybodyWhen times become so lostThe wars can become bloodyAt everybody's costRain falling into sunshineDaybreak loose in dyeAll is there on the red lineGiving or taking goodbye Flowers of love witheringDues to dusty roadsThe affection of every man shiveringTo its heavy lost load Dream may come and they may goThe mornings be shining againBut after each war we always knowDripping blood and its painTomorrow knows when we are to crossWhat is to gain from river dry?When life is at pain into its lossNothing in coming from those that die Rain falling into sunshineDaybreak loose in dyeAll is there on the red lineGiving or taking goodbyeYou are waiting for wears to fallInto the moments that did stopLove is a flower of fallWith nothing to show but life's drop Flowers of love witheringPain in the hours of lostAffection of love shiveringEach of life's dreams tossed Peter S. Quinn


Midnight Shades (From, Occasional Songs) Midnight shadesAre in the dreams done,In day's bright bladesThey are forever gone!Starry dreams I knowAre like breezing breeze,For some moments growOver my believe trees. Midnight starsAnd blue moon above,Sightseeing dreams avatarsFrom shove to shove;All that is in there betweenAlways silent for a word,What we have never seenNor our ears ever heard. Midnight roadsTo the morning new,Strange abstruse abodesKnown only to the few;Starry dreams from sleepNocturnal songs of their own,For each soul to keepDifferences to cornerstone. Peter S. Quinn


Midnight To Be Hard And Fast (From, IlluminatingNight) Midnight to be hard and fast,To give up tomorrow's cast.What will there be?Just wait and see,- Nothing forever shall last. We are all made of gold dustAnd moved to earth to adjust,Of soul and heartFeelings apart,- Diversities if fire and frost. Jaundice like yellow snowMoments in space night glow,Merry-go-roundAll is there found,- Both fast and as it is slow. Refrain:Midnight to be hard and fast,To give up tomorrow's cast.What will there be?Just wait and see,- Nothing forever shall last. Planet and orders changeLike circles to rearrange,Moving forwardIn states altered,- Mystical bodies estrange. Establishing of the newKnown to the very few,In silences seenWhere none has been,- And others in time will outdo.


Refrain:Midnight to be hard and fast,To give up tomorrow's cast.What will there be?Just wait and see,- Nothing forever shall last. Peter S. Quinn


Midnight Winter Midnight winter is now only memoriesFor the playful footsteps are in comingOf summer hopes and its gleaning breezeAround and around each garden strummingNight suits day in its ever flowing glowDewdrops of daybreak to mirror glistenFilling the new earth with its wonderments flowEvery different ear to up listenWhen a day comes in sun with clouds driftingAnd filling empty intervals with airFragrances worth - every sprit upliftingTo be for a moment around with you hereWhen doubt's gone to other sites of seasonsAnd joy's to play without given reasons *I called this ‘Midnight Winter’, because of a song I did once at **To every instrumental song I’ve written, I’ve always made a poem or two(sometimes even lyrics):Some poems were sometimes only 4 lines long, which I made though longer (orjoined together) later.All the best,Peter Peter S. Quinn


Midnight Winter... Midnight winterIn white cold snowDreams goingWith the morning blow Days of memoriesEverything you wereLike summer treesNow leafless everywhere You and IAll we've saidClouded in the skyOf what we once had Blow wintry blowFrom there to meAll we had must goAnd become memory Midnight clouded skyIn old and the newThe past about to dieFrom me and you Never giving a chanceTo what might have beenNow the color blanchAll you might have seen Midnight winterIn white cold snowDreams goingWith the morning blow Blow wintry blowFrom there to meAll we had must goAnd become memory


And become memory Peter S. Quinn


Midsummer's Night Oh love midsummer's nightA glow of its season,Days like morning brightMagic without a reason. Dreams of lovers trueDelightful in night seen,Strings between the twoWhere none's before been. Oh morning of new risingWhere everything's a go,Many are its surprisingNone we before did know. From a night full of magicIn the hours of its dream,The eyes do treat and trickIts magical glowing beam Oh love's true fantasyGlistening hours of spark,Instances forever freein times of days embark. The dreams to be dreamsOnly at summer's light,Magic in reality seemsInto its moment's height Peter S. Quinn


Minutes And Hours You and I are together stillWith our dreams that never changeDays of tomorrows to fulfillWith a feeling to work with and rearrange Yesterday had its moments gone bySomething we couldn't fully work outLike the clear faraway blue skyThat in our heart is and there about Dreams are going never to come backEach their footsteps into the faraway pastNothing remembered in their vanished talkThat is now forever somewhere lost Affections are for each their livingPleasures of things that never were beforeMinutes and hours to each other givingWith an aim that never is to be too sure Affections are for each their livingPleasures of things that never were beforeMinutes and hours to each other givingWith an aim that never is to be too sureWith an aim that never is to be too sure Peter S. Quinn


Minutes Of Falling Days (From Minutes Of FallingDays) Rain is raining nowFilling the past in forgettingSomething will go somehowFlows of the drops whettingDreams that could never beOnly are lost from hereTimes of the gone they will seeHours of loneliness share Fill the empty skyWith every lost cloud’s driftWe have not asked whyThese were on a bare riftMinutes of falling daysColoring blanching leavesEach of the many sorrow waysFull of its grayish graves Why must it be so?Only to be of every part lostTurnings of know one to knowIn to the earth of dark rustStrangers of every reactionFeelings that come to decreaseNever to our ways attractionPassing on like wind in trees Peter S. Quinn


Minutes To The Hours Minutes to the hoursNo matter what we sayWe are withering flowersWhen the night comes to dayLove is sometimes easyWith storms and thrills stillAfter awhile some breezyDreams must come to spill Wondering what it isThat gives us glisten leyMorning ways and whizInto the on coming rayFutures are our witnessHow it's all going beSong sung in the finenessWhat it is to be free Mistakes are so copiousAll around the panesWith instances bounteousDoubtfully thinking brainsCold little harsh spursInside the garden - wild!Civilizations wheeling whirsExtinction's own stepchild Peter S. Quinn


Mirrors At Midnight What mirrors entertain at midnight?With its cracks and glowingSometimes gives reflections brightThough not much more showingNude flesh and structures lightTo the image throwingBreathe of tongue and eye contact plight Into this some might stareAnd find some more skin and boneSomething that is always hereThough not everything is always knownThe midnight is for wishing- but be awareSo much has time forward grownThat moment’s mirrors can be unclear Peter S. Quinn


Miss Mary Brightwingle Miss Mary Brightwingle was my true friendShe lend me her car to drive awayCared for my heart when I was in distressWas the joyful partner in days of greyShe had her ways in command and trendWhen everything of its opportunities to the downfall wentShe was all short of things to soul and mindSomething others didn't notice or findSo much she gave of her inside outThat people sometimes didn’t know what that’s all aboutThere has been some time now since I’ve been goneIn the car she lent me just for a short whileThough I remember Miss Mary still onFor her generous ways and her always sweet smile (Inspiration: Aunt Helen by T.S. Eliot: MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by servants to the number of four. Now when she died there was silence in heaven And silence at her end of the street.The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet— He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before. The dogs were handsomely provided for, But shortly afterwards the parrot died too. The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece, And the footman sat upon the dining-table Holding the second housemaid on his knees— Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.) Peter S. Quinn


Mist In The Air The day is now not clearBut mist in the air With little hope of tomorrow skyDreams that once were blue and highInto the differences already Going like flowers and grass steadyA dream that unfolds in silenceWith illustrations of gone green trance A love song of the never endingInto time and more time blending Flowing to the going pastWith all that we thought would lastA turning of days in slopeThe walk away departure of hope With something that's still there insideAs we in our thoughts abide Dreams that we thought were alwaysNow on to memory plays That you have given and madeLike flowers of pale that fadeAnd nothing but abysses seaWith days in clouds forever to be Like birds in flight playing the nightAnd finding a songThat serves reminiscences right (Just like a cloud drifting awayFrom the days of sorrowBring in new trust for another daySo we may have still tomorrowWhat has been lost you might find when


Trials are crossed within new hope again) Peter S. Quinn


Mistreat (A Lyric) Blooms of love that you mistreatWith hearts so full of sorrowShall not give you love as sweetWhen you both reach tomorrowThen it would be cold and dryEach of your touch and kissingBoth had said last night good byeWithout a further wishing Blooms that in darkness flowerShall not in love be lighterFor it is born in darkish hourAnd can not become whiterWhat love's there in an empty nestThat you could say it matteredIt may be well disguised or dressedBut it would be all shattered Could one then hold sorrow in himIf he did not love receiveFor all such affection would be dimAnd so each tear of grieveWe dwell in day or darkness hereLike everything we inureSometimes we give away a tearEven though we are not sure Peter S. Quinn


Misty Deep (From,134 Picture Poems) misty deepplaying charm end now sleepdesired warm bow from darkglow and spark Peter S. Quinn


Misty Fills (From,134 Picture Poems) misty fillsdeep dark that bindsthe surface lightnow sleepingin voiding shadows and awaiting desire Peter S. Quinn


Misty To Dark Stir my boat to mornings goingFlowing evening and afternoons Dreams formulated phrase glowingAs the sun settled for full moons Yesterdays are sprawling on a pinMemories wriggling in a thought Where should I begin from within?To presume of what it is or ought Day in ways of forward waveAll their longings in their phrase Dying falls of all their craveIn the minutes of their reversed ways There will be times at window-panesWhen I will look thru the mirror glass Coming and going time’s broken lanesSo much from its sleep of what was Time will descend the stair of lightOnto the oblivion of dying fall Further behind the darkish nightAs memories formulate and call Hundred visions of what has beenNever again to come near That my days for long have seenNow so obscured and unclear Peter S. Quinn


Misunderstood (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Misunderstood,Through everything here;Like in the black wood,Nothing to spare.Love is away there,To whom do I reach?By walking this year,And what will it teach. Misunderstood,No one to blame;All is in a bear's hood,With an adhering flame.Reach out to no body,Nothing to give;Inside feelings free,If they then live. Misunderstood,And tearing me down;What comes of good?In a ghost town.Bring back my wishes,I'll need them all;When people me dishes,And each of my call. Peter S. Quinn


Momentarily Glow Rise to the occasionEvery day is worthyBe its simple complicationGrass of swaying earthy Love that goes or is foundTime to open spacesEverything that comes aroundFull of moment´s graces We are two of the sameGiving contrast linesOnly different is the nameAnd what nature defines A late night or a morningIn our thoughts and mindFilling up its learningWith what we both find Trusting every aspectThat we are getting throughWhat you need or expectIs mostly up to you Finding weaving hoursFor your threads to goAmong the deepest flowersIts momentarily glow Peter S. Quinn


Momentary Matters Momentary mattersAre amphibious creaturesThe in and out clattersWith their many featuresI can't hear their talkWhat are they saying?Paling importance chalkFor each period swaying The indecisive echoesAre coming here and goingDirecting the wind blowsWithout really knowingAnd just for a brief intervalSome flashes of flameHours that are abolishableBut never exactly the same Seeds into the dustWho will carry their ways?You might perhaps adjustTheir short lived daysBeats of times are turningEach idea to dissolveRecollect bridges burningTheir weightiness evolve Peter S. Quinn


Momentary Thoughts Each day that on rises must come with easeIts seedlings and flowers in counting-up castTo the earth with its sway and on turning leaseFilling out the bars on the tracks that get lostCenter of prowling onward passing strideEach closer to move to the horizon lineThe living roads we walk on and abideThe thousands we can't any time defineEvery motion of hours kept in memoryThe atoms that center there to again liveMomentary thoughts that come on to beSo we may from each accomplish to giveTowers shall fall and the splitting seconds goWhile true feelings circumference the flow Peter S. Quinn


Moments Winter days go byBlissful moments opened sky- Reasons for each try. Peter S. Quinn


Moments And Days moments and daysof endless memory echo infree summer voices exuberance evening gardenswith gently strokes of breath Peter S. Quinn


Moments Come And Go Moments they come and goItchy they will fly aroundIn with December's falling snowSome love of winter is foundYesterday is never again bornOnly vanishing footsteps goingThrough their stepwise wornOpen with the moments flowing Love is found and also lostEverything we care to rememberSome are broken double crossedLike autumn leaves of SeptemberHours have their threading linesWaking ways of its stimulationsSummer shade flowers that declinesAfter its growth and graduations Moments in their flashy sparkSinuous in purposes and rationalesAges in its intentional trademarkBumper stickers and various decalsSplit seconds for each occasion's newWhat is love without all this?Mind games playing going throughAfter a while we don't care or miss Peter S. Quinn


Moments Of Memory Moments of memoryThe days of gone by The stand stills inside of meAll its beauty and tie The love of my beating heartTrials of each my day How can I those moments startAnd get back on their way Moments forever freeGone now into the past Love in its true libertyAll of life that cannot last Dreams that were once realityBefore they became a recall Love that has grown in meThrough summer and fall Moments that are now goneFeelings with their touches too As the days disappear onI am still thinking of you Every hour drifting apartDay becomes night and morning Still its beating inside my heartThose flowers of lost yearning Peter S. Quinn


Moments So Close And Dear Moments so close and dearThe flowering summer heightThis time of blossoming yearIn colors of burning brightLove songs in garden themesHere to the dawn's lightCasting its many way gleamsThat comes with day and night Love of the evening blossomBouquets of tincturing sightWhen clouds drift so awesomeIn their flickering flightStar shine glistening glowIs every small earth flowerNow for a moment's here flowEach like a diamond in power Moments so close are hereNothing is gloomy or slightFragrance of air everywhereFilling in sweetness and mightWhat has now darkness becomeIn all this lightening steerWhere the starlight’s are numbThat once came across to here Peter S. Quinn


Moments Will Come The nights are young and days stillPromises of worship life shall fulfillAs rain comes to earth and forestA flower shall give its beautiful crest And a heart will come and be withinTake day by day its twilight’s spinWhat into the heart grows to learnForest of man and street shall earn Come give your truth to the dreamsWhich like a flower from beauty streamsAnd wishful thinking will come againAnd join these powers that now reign Grow your green on the high hillTake what is yours and from earth willAll is not there what you now seeLook at the leaves look at the tree Hold your own with reading of signAnd draw your doubt from its horizon linePowers within are everywhere aboutGiving you spirit and showing you doubt The question lies there which has powerStreet with their names or dawn’s own hourRise to each name shine with its beamsMoments will come and have their deems Peter S. Quinn


Mona (From, Peter S. Quinn Shorter Poems - -) Mona dance with me,Mona dream with me,Let's be together tonight;Look at each other with delight,Mona what do you like to eat? Mona, walk with me,Mona, talk to me,I am so delirious thinking of you,Even though Leonardo loves you too;In his highest moments of flight,He even saw your feet... Peter S. Quinn


Mona Lisa Of The Carpentry Mona Lisa of the carpentryHow lovely is your smileDark brownish so splendidlyIn every your line and while Life is so found of youAnd giving you silky smoothOf everything earth and trueYour eyes and skin of youth Mona Lisa of the daybreakWith glow in your hairy JuneThe sunshine to up wakeFrom morning and through noon Both rivers of golden flowingThe treasures to give me loveAnd never from roots goingLike drift of clouds from above My heart is in stillness temperOf every this beauty shownLike glow gold to brownish emberEach line to its purest own My love be with you for alwaysWhen evening comes to my eyesAnd still you will have your daysThrough morning and night skies Peter S. Quinn


Monday Time (A Lyric) Everything moves on eternally,Or until everything's forgotten;I feel memories inside of me,Feelings of love and rotten. Monday time, oh Monday time,Quietly comes and goes;Into the night leaves past prime,Where to? - Nobody knows. Endlessly pouring down the rain,Clouds that are dark and lonely;Silences dwell much with my pain,My heart was meant for you only. Is there no end to sorrows inside?Can't I forget to trust each desire?Just like the clouds, yes I have criedWhen love extinguished its fire. Monday time, oh Monday time,Quietly comes and goes;Into the night leaves past prime,Where to? - Nobody knows Everything moves, there's no return,Only what is left of memories;Up in flames in the end it'll burn,Wishes of desires nobody sees. Is there no end to sorrows inside?Can't I forget to trust each desire?Just like the clouds, yes I have criedWhen love extinguished its fire. Peter S. Quinn


Mont Saint Michel There is a fairytale placeThat reflects its dreamThrough centuries of graceIn waves of ocean stream Mont Saint MichelWith a garden of its lightSo much of timeless spellIn search of wrong and right This place Mont Saint Michel’sIn centuries of glowsAnd hundreds sounds of bellsIn rising highs and lows Where trust in God was trueLike mountains stood highIn its conviction ontoThe heaven blue deep and sky This place where life is creedAnd the good shall surviveA tree to grow up not cedeBut stay and prosper contrive The fruit of blossom comingLike spring comes in its truthFull insignia blossomingIn eternal of our earth’s youth Peter S. Quinn


Months Like Mirrors (From, Poet On Www) Months like mirrors,Frosty time's song;Clouds of dust adheres,Winter hard and long.Frosty darken glow,Its shadow fierce rites;Cold and bold snow,In the lonesome blights. Through ancient wisdom,Drill of quicksilver's space;Frosty silver bloom,Many threads and ways.Reflected and effaced,The restless adobe walls;In the cold embraced,Till the insect again calls. Months like a nest,Nothing happens there;Only a darkish breast,Sweeps the air everywhere.Dewdropp grain of light,Not on earth dances;For there is still night,Taking frosty changes. Peter S. Quinn


Moods Time's moods are changing,Winter is rearranging- The sky until spring. I feel the dark night,That comes now to give its sight- Autumn's lost in flight. Forlorn the trees are,Like faraway twinkling star- Wind's at peace and war. Where will the song be?While the forest is lonely- Quite unbearably. Summer breezing come,Away with dullness ho-hum- And its moody glum. Let the seeds now grow,With some summer wind's ho ho- Down this garden row. Give freshness in mind,Let us new fragrance still find- Leave unease behind. Peter S. Quinn


Moods (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) Where I'll go I don't knowThere is so much in the flowPlaces without a nameThoughts I can not frame The moods for a short whileWith its eager temper to rile This and that might get tossedThrough the moments lostWith no purpose or an aimIf you can't the structure tame The moods for a short whileWith its eager temper to rile Chancing facade keep it upSomething might developUnexplained a little bit morePerhaps later to adoreWhen you know what it's all for The moods for a short whileWith its eager temper to rile Yep that's the way to go Bring it in to every say-soGive it a hope and let it growNothing will be forever sameIf you know the job and game The moods for a short whileWith its eager temper to rile Chancing facade keep it upSomething might developUnexplained a little bit morePerhaps later to adore


When you know what it's all for Yep that's the way to go Peter S. Quinn


Moon Dance You danceTo the nightAnd the moon,Into your sleepinessAway from the day and the sun;Dreams not faraway,Mystic not faraway,Confined in your thoughtsYou danceWith closed eyes.Dreaming away,Heartfelt tender,Stormy - scary. Always in the footstepsOf the unknown,You lay your eyesAt dreams;Your embraceIn distances of thoughtsThat comesFor momentsWhen you danceYour dreams,Faraway from reality. Farther awayYou get in your dreams,The darker the moonIs in your eyes,When you awakeAgain. Peter S. Quinn


Moon Of Dreams Moon of dreamsIn my heart tonightFlowing ion the river streamIn the dimity lightThe dark heart to followOn to dawn's tomorrowWhere there is no hollowOr depression to borrow Moon of dreamsFrom the yesterday’s goingThe winter skies beamsUp there over rosy glowingWhere the dreams go byFrom the river to the seaAs our times fly byFrom this point to memory Heart of troubling goingNowhere else but hereOn the footsteps snowingFrom the coldness of airYou and I of dreamingWith the moon gleam aboveOpportunities now only seemingTo come out from love Moon of dreamsIn our heart tonightFlowing on and on river streamIn to the demising lightMoon of dreams alwaysRising in dusk highIn its many folding waysTill the night says goodbye *I've always wanted to create language of poetry - of music...


Peter S. Quinn


Moon Song (#4 From My Musical, Lyrics …) Moon song shadow's light,Going planets disappearing;Glowing spots into the night,In a romantic mood steering. What’s the purpose of it all?Who has made each fate?Stars burning up in their fall,Wishes coming in too late. Morning risen up so bright,After idle and an yearning;Coming forward in sun light,Every heart that's burning. Gliding time forgotten brawl,Love contrasting to a hate;Docketing life form on a wall,Bending craving what's strait. What’s the purpose, why?Are we going forward or end run?Harder and harder to defy,What's of value under the sun? (The songs are available at my site at SibeliusMusic) Peter S. Quinn


Moonbeams Creation moonbeams creationof nowhere rainbows around life's wonderand beyond world of beautyglinting with unaged sparkle Peter S. Quinn


Moonlight And Love Songs Night of sky and moonGoing on and onDawn will come in soonAnd my dreams are gone Flowing tides of darkDreams of wings freeFantasies in their sparkAll what must be What lies in distance?Glowing fire wideMoods of pining tranceWhere dark shadows hide So much in the farLove songs of the nightLike a wishing starFlying on – blue bright Dreams that can’t be toldIn secret’s many waysBeats of echoes oldStill in thoughts for days What the future bringsShall be a different storyIn to a rising day singsWith all its sunshine glory Peter S. Quinn


Moonlight In The Dark Ii North wind is coming,On the sea road its humming- Dreams with you and me. Linger on dark sea,Refreshing tide waves singing- Harmonious stringing. The bluish white light,That fires blue blooms to the night- Dreams changing to be. Peter S. Quinn


Moonlight Serenade Let there be a moonlight serenadeWhen I close I my eyesThe day is getting way too lateReflecting shadows surpriseCalm in winter's glistening snowNocturnal dreams not farawayLike the picture that still glowFrom the setting sun done dayLet it come the sleepy nightShow the stars so far awayInto the serenade moonlightIn bluish shadows and grayWandering my dreams they areFrom the moments of the darkGlistening thoughts - in mind a starEach then gone into the sparkWhen I close my eyesMoonlight serenade will harmoniesStars above in darker skiesWith their Hellos and Goodbyes Peter S. Quinn


Moonlit Night moonlit nightanchored and windless embraced uswithin love and dreams sun sweet dawnin glowing sight Peter S. Quinn


More Of Songs To Come More of songs to comeFeelings like sunshineWhere my love is fromDrawing in torches lineA heart that didn't knowAny other little wayBut this internal glowThat meets night and day Love will be on keepingDreams that come thruWhile moments are sleepingIn their habits and doHold on to true heartEverything is thereThe inside sunshine partAll feelings do adhere More of dreams to beIn our way like pastWhen our heart will seeWhat we need to trustClose your eyes and feelAll those moods achingSome are not for realIn their dream of making Peter S. Quinn


More Than Words The river is playingOn and more onFor its stream isn't stayingIt flows till gone New dreams are givingThose old ones goingIn a beautiful livingWhere everything's glowing More than wordsIn a summer playWith the flying birdsOn a wonderful day Remember the pastIn memories trueThen nothing is lostThat's a part of you The river is playingOn and still onLike clouds above grayingWith the evening sun We all are a partOf love and this earthWith a beat in a heartAnd love of its worth Peter S. Quinn


More Time With You More time with youThat is all I needTo make each renewIn what I readToday’s for ever moreFeelings to touchOpening soft ways doorIn a love too much Yesterday is now oldIn the stroke of timeMemories to their holdThat was once a primeAnd their easy goingThru the rays shineOnward footsteps glowingIn their imperfect line More time to feelAll that we had onThat was so much realNever to be goneEasygoing in catchingPurposes and mindThru endow stretchingIn their way and find Peter S. Quinn


Morning Comes Bright And Clear Morning comes bright and clear,Through darker moods of night;When waking of dawn is near,You can see the touching light.Flowers will then be up waken,With sweet fragrance in the air;Man's heart and mind be taken,With pleasures that he can share.My eyes have seen the freedom,That gathers around for the day;It comes with a colorful bloom,Mysterious of the nature's way.The growing of sight and sound,When morning brightens the sky;Everything enthralling there found,When blue and clear is deep high!Morning comes sweet endearing,Giving new freshness to continue;All the dark dreams inside clearing,Venerable thoughts it will renew Peter S. Quinn


Morning Fresh (From,134 Picture Poems) morning freshbefore cloudsand sunshine passing riverwalking throughthe quiet vision around from hills beyondswale grass Peter S. Quinn


Morning Of Gold It’s a beautiful dreamThis morning of goldIn fantasy it seemAs the new hours unfoldWith gray mist in airIn battle of dark and lightFrom distance of everywhereOf morning from gone night Shadowed dance wavesOn the ocean of tranquilSomething of dreams cravesNever again to fulfillLike hours of nowhere to goSo easily on and onNew times are on the flowTo giveaway to what's gone Each color step by stepComing into the plainUnlocking potential hepIn every its hours chainA beautiful day showingIn nearness of its whileAs it comes in glowingIn all of summer style Peter S. Quinn


Morning Rays (From,134 Picture Poems) morning raysthe awaiting waysawaits the night o music comeemotion ocean into a danceof drifting ashes Peter S. Quinn


Morning Song So yellow and whiteFrom dreams that longInto each day brightFlowers of goingSoft in their shadeMemories past showingThat life has made Every walking dayPlayfully there onDream’s plentiful playInto the daybreak’s sunLove is eternallyBouquets of debatePleasures so freeNever are too late Summer and winter realGlorious fading lineEach in their color feelFrom past sunshineDaybreak’s and eveningThere in their paradiseMillion pearls bringingOf tincture shade ties Peter S. Quinn


Morning Walking (From,134 Picture Poems) morning walkinglingering on time agingthen lostor remembered instant bloomed realitylilacs indew's land Peter S. Quinn


Mornings Of Freshness Briefs I have always tried to findSomething that will lastWhat is left here behind?In its memory and its pastSomething that I knew beforeIn my heart marked for its whileWhat the days have in their storeThat leads them to each new trial A love is like a flower growingIn springtime and there onAnd then to the autumn's goingTo carry seeds that are doneWashing away all the leavesOn to the winter grayly sightMornings with their freshness briefsFalling to diffuseness their light Everything that we had knownGone into the passing waysIn to the new roots there grownTheir clusters of cloudlets hazeSomething will stand though thereGiving back some satisfactionThrough moments passing hereEach in its habits new interaction Peter S. Quinn


Morrow's Child (From,134 Picture Poems) morrow's childprecious raysspins and playswhite gold so mild from candles sleepof deep Peter S. Quinn


Most Beautiful Poem Most beautiful poem's the one never writtenLike the wind in the trees and the leavesIn summer it comes in moments to pleaseOr ripples on water in tones hiddenEach hour of longing in the evening skyWith shining drifting cloudlets going there throughEach its coming always more to renewOf moonlight starry glisten on twinkling's high Or winter snowing pearly white star flakesLike fairies falling on the softly earthAnd the silent forest of spring reawakesWith colorful blossoms each of its true worthWhat is beauty without natures abreast?Isn't that the poem of beauty most and best? Peter S. Quinn


Motivations (From, The Complete Collected Poems OfStrains) Day light is always passing awayAs evening love songs come throughAnd the night in its shadow to playWith the breakable heart of two Love is a reason enough to liveTrying to work out taste or choiceA heart to a heart tries to giveMotivations from within its voice Peter S. Quinn


Move It On (From, Rock Star) Let my dreams come and stay,Feeling different day and night;Everything's in the airway,Hold on to your loving tight.Soon it's over gone and dead,What you had to give and do;The world may be better instead,Even though you gone and through. Human race is starting to grow,With the days and longings strait;People moving on to-and-fro,There's no time for life to wait.Better get yourself in line,With whatever makes some sense,If you want to grow on and be fine,Give your gravitations more chance. We all get what we need,There maybe some tricks or tread;Or one way going an easy street,Yes, one way going on an easy street. Human race is starting to grow,Gonna give a way to even more try;Let your brothers onward grow,Something's hart to teach or classify.What is it all about being alive,Letting you in - starting your drive;Giving and teaching, letting you dive.What is it all about being alive? We all get what we need,There maybe some tricks or tread;Or one way going an easy street,Yes, one way going on an easy street. Yeah come and carry it on,Give some work and have some fun.


Peter S. Quinn


Moving Shine Fire Moving shine fireOn to and intoHearts own desireFeelings so true Everything insideRousing and glowingFeelings that hideNow in their showing Star twinkle in lightFondling burnDreams on so brightRotating ageless turn Super powers beyondTimes spinning twistFrom a glowing wandMagic has kissed Poignant sparkOrderly glow beamsBending the darkTo instantaneous themes Just like life isIn growing and makingWhen its blissEntangles new waking Peter S. Quinn


Mr. Skank Junk, After He Met J. Alfred Prufrock: 'All love's alike - the ever returningFlame of the morning and breeze of the night,Like the fumes of life in hearts are burningAnd weighting upon what is wrong and right.We leave with clouds that life designedAnd confess it's broken or again distressed,Like darkness in light is love often blindAnd not remembering what it once assessed.Time is both day and night, it comes and goesWith a touch that breathed into silentness,To the unknown that's awaken in embryosBefore the risen dawn vigilantness.Love is like this, clearest feelings fitful,Flows and burns, - contrasts become never dull.' Peter S. Quinn


Much About Nothing Everything is going now about so fineGiving its glamour's glorious driven gleamFilling every hour with so much sunshineThat shadows of darkness now nowhere seemDaydreams so many in everyone's heartBorrowing reality in each of their touchWhat comes then next and where must we start?To feel it enough and give of as much Times that are going like love songs with wordsMarvelous days that never come againEach of its reflection like spring flying birdsHard to let it go or even to disdainMuch about nothing so much for everyoneAlways trying out before it ever begun Peter S. Quinn


Much Of Inside - Sonnet It's so much of inside this everythingThat my heart is always wondering aboutAnd thoughts from that brief time thereon will singWith their drifting going by and without doubt On such times I feel what I need to saySpeak the momentarily truth that shall beI try to find my heart in approaching wayWithin those instances I learn to see Yes my feelings are of joy and sadness tooIn their low and highs - as with everyoneSome those ponderings shall always come throughIn their rightful climbs until their thrill is done You may feel as I in those situationsTo bring about their many formations Peter S. Quinn


Murky Hours In my heart was a dark seaFlowing through so lonelyNothing but the cloudy skyIn its seclusion of times flyReaching to lands of darkWhere moon comes in a sparkEvery day is like a nightDesperate hours in its flight Bottoms like the sea of deepEvery morning mine to keepGiving nothing to discoverOnly darkness my truest loverWith mountains shadows evermoreReaching to my front doorLife is restless in its fireEvery dream in new conspireFilling emptiness with a stillNothing of its wings to fulfillMaking dripping water soundTone and tone echoing around Like whitish lilies lying deadAre the sheets on my bed?Chilly breezy through the doorNot answering footsteps anymoreEvery hour falling on slowTime keeps still on its goMorning comes in red and deepLike flowers that life can't keepMemories scattering in my mindAll is long now past behindFlowing deep through earth of pastWithering passage in the rustHeart travels and wonders whyEverything has moved here on byYesterdays in their melancholyMeet forgetfulness too promptlyThe murmur of the night is living


What the past once was giving Peaceful ways to come in dreamsWhere each reality nowhere seemsSteadfastly like a cloudy driftEach inspiration to openly liftThrough the air of mysteriesTraveling on through historiesSomething the eyes have not seenNor any human before there beenWith so much seeing in glow shineThreads of gold and silver lineBeholding sightings of the farDaybreak’s hour and morning star Road to the home of no one’s landPassages reality can't understandRivers of time in distances reignsFrom uncertainty of endless gainsSight of lands on a faraway shoreLost in a moment of a fancy lore Peter S. Quinn


Murmured Waves Murmured waves of the breezy naked treesStand in winter's gate in icily frozeWhere wind harp of seasons forever goesThe invisible atmosphere of cold breezeSolitude in its celestial dim lightIn a forest that's transformed to silenceGravel is pouring its weaving's of nightFrom the demise songs of withering blench The mysterious shadows of winter's moonIn its hollowing magnetized blue heightsSurrounded by gloominess everywhereThe deserted domains of autumn's gone tuneStill from outside here deleterious blightsTo give doubtful meanings to boughs swaying bare Peter S. Quinn


Music Music is an endless longings,all the dreams I know.in all its many days singings,that with each occasions go. Love is there endlessly too,in dreams of tones free.A melody going through,its songs of times endlessly. Music makes the world go,like a carousel going by.A morning in a daybreak glow,all in my longings and try. All in its days and night,music in sweetest melody.Like a glow on horizon bright,all in its tune and harmony. Music my sweetest delight,all what is within its tone.Like a daybreaks starting flight,with it you are never alone. Dreams in their dreams away,in beautiful continuing lines.Like rise of a new starting day,a sun in its break of day shines. Peter S. Quinn


Music In The Air Music in the air of a sweet summer tuneDelights in joy that make up for sadnessFeelings within received in true gladnessLike summer morning in the onset of JuneTheir bouquets of colors in shadings glowWhere rain clouds are absent in the bluish of skyAnd a well tuned pleasure in its unions highAre receiving its mutual confounds and go The concords of shadings reaching there outLike well tuned melodies in their soundingSinuous in with tide and contrasting aboutBy unions married in their style confoundingCharacters of lives layers that give their toneAnd reach with their consequence never alone Peter S. Quinn


Music Music – Your Ways (A Song) Music is a giftTo grow as you feelBlessings to upliftDrama to give and healSoothing to the earsWith its soulMisty in thoughts – it clears!And never grows ol' Somebody is playingDay to a day songWith sounds never stayingIn their silences for too longEvery love it findsGives a comfort to each clickHope of two combinesWith its emotional wick It can be so powerfulIt can be so passionate in its toneSometimes moments dullWill make it quite aloneIt’s for everyone to listenGiving comfort to healWaves of blessings and glistenNow and again quite so unreal Peter S. Quinn


Music Of Day Music Of Night My dreams are going into deepFlowers of long gone daysNothing is mine or yours to keepOnly as long as its tone playsSeconds leave for other to comeAll in the deep of reasonColors of their musical blossomOnly for a lasting season Music of day music of nightOutlines in a flickering flameHere is its song here is its lightAnd never in nature the sameHours of dark hours of deepAlways in its iridescent flameTones of time no ones to keepEchoes of instants is its name There's always some for somethingDay into night won't lastStance of some moments that singFlowers of its gone pastReasons that never came throughThe roses you cannot holdPassions that were not quite trueFeelings left outside in cold Music of dayMusic of nightOutlines in a flickering flameHere is its songHere is its lightAnd never in nature the same Hours of darkHours of deepAlways in its iridescent flameTones of timeNo ones to keep


Echoes of instants is its name Music of dayMusic of nightOutlines in a flickering flameHere is its songHere is its lightIt's never in natureThe same Peter S. Quinn


Music Of Nature Listen for the flying wordsEach serene momentOf timeless feeling Music of natureTo accompanyThe snowy flowers Peter S. Quinn


Music Of The Deep Music of the deep in from Dim OceanSweet of delight and new waves singingAll its flow of brine and time's emotionThru the tides to the shore in bringingAlternation thru air its deep harmonyDroning of complex chords in to the earNature's symphony forever of the freeComing from the distant closer to hear Swinging its well tuned accordance to singEchoes of high from the deep of confoundPleasures receiving cite to in bringAll that to terrain and convincing is boundSongs of times flowing in moods and playStriking its music in a nomadic stay Peter S. Quinn


Musings Of My Thoughts (From, Poet On Www) Musings of my thoughts,Fly into a new day;They are like cosmonauts,Coming by their way.We have dreams to give all,None should be set aside;Reasons make another call,For the daydreams to abide. Fill the air with your song,Each new moment on;We have all feeling to long,Like those that have forgone.Bring your fire to this,Every minute to wake on top;In life thoughts reminisce,With your love songs never stop. Wings are to be used again,Going places like before;Nowhere hindrance or constrain,To the thoughts that deplore.Clouds go by and by,Bringing wings higher through;For the dark and brighten sky,And the musings hitherto. Peter S. Quinn


My Beating Heart A heart desires only loveIn flammable conducts primeLike clouds of flow aboveIt knows its drifting timeSome beats are unusualDelimited by throbbing poundHow they do move and fallTo each their different sound The dancing beauty wavesThat flows inside a heartWith longings also pavesFrom every new falling startAnd when I am with closed eyesAnd feel my throbbing onI know it's my heart disguiseTo give me time before it’s done Behind covering of its holdThere’s sea of salt and tearsThat rises to time manifoldBefore it falls to old yearsOh my heart of burning desireI hold not back of you!When you beat up into a fireWith love – those flames are true *(Rumi wrote long time ago: “My heart is burning with loveAll can see this flame” And with those words I wish everybody a Happy New Year; -) Peter S. Quinn


My Beautiful Dream My beautiful dream, come againBurn your desire from withinLet trial errors be in vainWith new heights over to winDreams come true for a nightFeelings that touch emotionsReaching freshness in flightThru the deepness of oceans Life’s a beautiful love songNever ending in its dreamEverything so echoing strongIn its flow on river streamYesterday was all in sorrowNow it’s time to rise anewHere comes first of tomorrowGleams feelings for the true Beautiful dream let never goWith you waves of reachingEveryone in love will knowWhat your ways are teachingSilver threads of days to comeWith every while winningAre your blossoms true bloomThrough every moment spinning Peter S. Quinn


My Beloved… I speak from experience here is my breadTongues of the dew I slit to the beingMy heart long-bearded silences now are deadWithout that virtue upheld into there seeingWaters of a diamond explode the starsThe light with one bold of your lighteningEach thick shadowed night in minim pulsarThat comes into darkness brightening My trouble is doubly painful it must leadRecreations life sometimes yieldingPerhaps I shall get better, perhaps notIt's not easy to hear nothing I readTo give textures - passionate wieldingBring above motivations - a free thought! Peter S. Quinn


My Boat Wants To Sail My boat is all aloneOn the weaving mystic seaLike a bottom pebble stoneThat cannot become freeBlue white billow's highIn their faraway circling aroundSurround it there and tieOn deep abyss own playground My boat wants to sailThrough oceans of unknownIn search of a fresh trailWhere easy wind has blownBut brine seas are deepAnd get so much there lostCommitments cannot keepOn rocky shores get tossed Sea dreams won’t elapseIf we can find their waySail through hidden trapsReefs that with ridge playMy boat wants to findThe freedom of the deepAnd leave old scenes behindThat my turret can’t keep Peter S. Quinn


My Body - Is A Part Of You My bodyIs a part of youA flower of mankindThe soft skin- touches to renewEverything you can findLove of young and oldMy dreams flying here byNothing that time can holdAs blissfulAs the blue of sky My bodyLike waves of seaGoing with emotions throughLove song- The inside of meSomething that’s a part of youFeelings that I ‘m to liveTrying to reach my destinyFrom all of meI’ll giveTo make it forever- In spirits free My body- The roots of earthDreams to follow and wakeI’m like youOf my own worthAnd sowing my seedsTo makeLife to become of realityFulfilling hopesAnd dreamsThat you mightIn my footsteps seeRiver going throughIn deep streams


Peter S. Quinn


My Body In Line With Its Preconceptions My body in line with its preconceptionsThe truthful and cruel exactness of my fleshLook that I see in the mirror's reflectionsMy heart cannot accept in its blink enmeshA likeness that whirls around its clear-cutOf its silhouette-shadowy blood-red strait lineA drawing I thought was disproportionateI've seen in silvery blue moonlight shine My heart is a seed in the palm of the spaceOr a fish swimming straight in its scattered saltThe body bears a meaning to love waysThrough whirling streams of life instigation vaultI'm green like growth and leaves of debateMy chair is the red in the love that I date Peter S. Quinn


My Brain Is My Brain My brain is my brainWith every idea newOr using old ones againTo make it work easily too Like a seed in deep soilTo bring up and throughEvery wise notion embroilThat might someday be true Giving weight to a thoughtWith its ease and its painBelieves to it taughtThough some might be in vain... Peter S. Quinn


My Darling Sweet Night (From, The River Sings On) My darling sweet night,So silent and still;With thoughts lost in flight,And dreams to fulfill. The stars faraway,There sleeping in yonder;Till dawn comes to play,And life begins to ponder. The last of each meeting,Before closing eyes;And wisdom elves treating,As the fairytime flies. The wings of the sounds,Flying through your dreams;And in the day hounds,With yearning and redeems. Peter S. Quinn


My Day To Day Shadows My day to day shadows fall to ashesAs the springtime comes nearer aboutAnd brings in its traditions with no doubtIn early morning rain falling splashesWhen I know the times are arrivingIn the blossoming secretly desireWhen the tinctures become more with fireWhat new hope and caressing are striving Hours are coming in its deep water hueYielding and touching the greenery thingsInterventions spreading blossoms to shareCredit of darkness is soon to be brought throughFor velvety depths and water blue springsAnd joy to come in and give us its flare Peter S. Quinn


My Days My days are here and going onWith their sun above to shineSteps coming forward soon goneInto the rays of leaving time People waiting like the lightIn streams of rivers goingDays thru and the whole of nightPicking fast pace or slowing Always more is still to comeOf everything in its makingOpening doors where it’s fromFrom every new corner waking Yesterdays were never to lastOnly to tumble in its danceThose are gone as rays of pastNever to have a second chance Here is nothing left betweenOnly the nameless and the nameBusy in sunlight or never seenStaying different or all the same Days that are going into raysOf a tomorrow still comingColorful ventures or in graysWith all its epoch of blooming Peter S. Quinn


My Dream Called Life (From, Poet On Www) My dream called life,In the hours now passing;The noon to evening arrives,And star falls are classing.There is a time called sun,With hope unfinisable page;Where shadows are on run,And a peace before a rage. My dream of a hope,That burns among the lines;With whirlwind some cope,Before it onward shines.Unfinished thoughts among,Body of a flowing peek;Where there is water song,Life that one drinks to seek. My dream world to come,With every splendid ways;No mere an empty blaflum,That goes with lingering days.What is a word if it's nothing?Only the air and some names;There must be sayings that sing,And actions going like flames. Peter S. Quinn


My Dreams My dreams: come and goAnd if I can't handle their truthThey move away: fast or slowIn their enticing youthLike leaves of evergreenOr a smoldering smokeOnly some remains betweenWhat their thoughts evoke Stranger some becomes thenIn their once ideas so fineMaybe later they show up againIn another sketching lineWhat it was its there no moreBut a different kind of wonderingSomething that has drifted in forDay of new thoughts pondering My dreams: up and downWith their many moods going throughWave’s inspirations drownSomething always to come newLike it was an unknown seaDrifting with its billows highComing in - to become freeBefore they’ll pass out and die Peter S. Quinn


My Dreams Are Rivers My Dreams are RiversThru day and nightTrue rainbows shiversWhen sun is brightBut when it’s darkerIts glow will brakeThat once was a sparkerWill now in tears wake Some days are nightIn its sorrows landWhere sun is not brightIn joy to understandBut pain in its caressIts flowing on hoursSo much of joy assessAnd fallen sun flowers My dreams that were dayAnd still are callingWhen nights on its wayIn darkness fallingIts brightness must goTo become darker stillSo joy will have its glowFor new dreams to fulfill Peter S. Quinn


My Evergreen (From,134 Picture Poems) my evergreenChristmas tree where heartshang from boughs spirits are in mindsand unseen desire beyond Peter S. Quinn


My Everything (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) I will give you my everythingForever and a dayAnd to you I will singBring in my moments and wayFor I love you so dearEach your softly spoken wordYou make everything clearWhat a doubt might have stirred Touching ways in the darkWith your passion and heartGiving juncture its sparkBringing hope to its upstartSomeone worthy of phraseFor showing strength for meGiving love its different waysSetting it all out to be free I only know this to be youTurning each trust to its shoreAlways up to the point and trueKnowing the central of each coreNever allowing love to leaveWhen there is still time aheadWinning gladness over grievePutting indifference to its dead I will give you my everythingForever and a dayAnd to you I will singBring in the moments and waySo much has now gone byWith our love and our desireHow hours through moments flyNowhere near they'll retire I will give you my everythingForever and everYou are source and wellspring


Lacking want never Peter S. Quinn


My Footsteps – Rime Haiku my footsteps in snowthey will come and they will go- tomorrow dreams grow Peter S. Quinn


My Heart Go Now To Sleep Love is to be so stillWith songs to smooth the airAnd dreams away fulfillThat come when dark is nearThe heavy eyelids daysThat glow on to the eveningIn many shading waysWhen birds in sleepiness sing When a heart is gravelly tooWith hours and speechThe corners into dim blueWith loneliness will reachWhere everything is goingInto its peacefulness sleepAnd down its minutes slowingTo where the dream will keep Few songs from the heartThat failed to reach the lipsDay hours from here departAs dew in the twilight drips Love is to be so stillMy heart go now to sleep... Peter S. Quinn


My Heart I Didn'T Know My heart I didn't knowOnly its throbbing goneLike footsteps in the snowThat all disappeared head-onWherever life meandersIn picking its infernoWe are its outlandersBy touch and afterglow My footsteps in the snowTo follow their coming hoursFurther down dim rowStructures of rubble towersThe feelings go apartBy stretching out and breakEach saying like rampartThat mounds to further ache My heart is there to goWith beats in sleepSo you will only knowThat I was yours to keep Oh come now footsteps goneAnd glisten on this basteSo memories that have shoneMay never go to waste Peter S. Quinn


My Heart Is A Feeling My heart is a feelingExisting in all its trySoft weaving wheelingIn the variations sky Dreams that are to beFlying in instants beatSetting love wings freeNew day moments meet All is a love insideDay from night arrivingAs we thru years glideFresh interests contriving Don’t be a heart of stoneAlways be lover of moreYou´ll never be aloneSailing you boat to shore Moments are precious fewOn to their going streamsTomorrow is up to youTo follow you own dreams Many times have goneNothing to make or findBut carry your purpose onIn Revived truth combined Peter S. Quinn


My Heart Is Always In My Way My heart is always in my wayLike a night that comes to shineWith every light of reddish rayThat clearly is of loves divineIn evening silence torching skyWhere horizon shine will glowAnd we ask questions for what and whyOur love in touch and feelings flow Like rustic meadows in the wildOr the moon behind the cloudEach loves thread is hard to defileLike loneliness is in a crowdThe sands of life forever runAnd gives its many strange decisionsBetween the rainclouds and the sunOf perfect ways and timeless precision The garden of love'sGrowing everywhereIn sweetness and trustThat around comesIt blossoms prettiestIn strongest affairOf inner thoughtsIn the wisest kingdoms The gates of their dreamsWere not back shutFor the doors areOpened up quite and wideAnd with its pouringThey are still uncutIn their wholesome sweetAnd each bona fide To aspire there inEach new going on roundLike the flowers grow


And become of greenYou need to aimIn each way and profoundLike seedlings rise upTo be on earth seenEach passion then beOf love or its hateLike opposite directionsIn each debate Our life is like a melting rockOf its diamonds and pearls to giveThat with our time and entire luckWe will find their ways to liveAnd rise among the dear and dryThat turns all luck into the goingFor some will come as others flyWithout it we perfectly knowing My heart is always in my wayLike a night that comes to shineWith every light of reddish rayThat clearly is of loves divineOur life is like a melting rockOf its diamonds and pearls to giveThat with our time and entire luckWe will find their ways to live My heart is always in my wayLike a night that comes to shine My heart is always in my wayLike a night that comes to shine *Written to this MJ portrait: Peter S. Quinn


My Heart Is Full Of Fall’s Tone My heart is full of fall’s toneThe leaves of summer's lastSo much in their dreams aloneFrom yesterdays still and past Their hours now dark and coldWith drifting thoughts onlyFor nothing to days can holdThey come about here lonely I tried to reach to hours goneTo give back the moments lostBut I was just then carried onTo go where time had crossed Through endless fields of darkIn the dreams of all forgottenThe hours that did once sparkBut are now leaves of rotten My heart is in winter’s harkWith longings to its tomorrowO come here again to embarkOf new to give and borrow For nothing be in times stillTo go no further from hereLike thoughts dreams to fulfillFrom this point to New Year Peter S. Quinn


My Heart Is Here My heart is hereInto the night of loveThe moonshine's everywhereFrom clouds aboveAnd the night is like dayIn its many shines goingLights of moon rayInto your eyes glowing My heart is hereWith you to take awayTo wings of somewhereInto a new dayAnd love we've madeWas like song in a heartContrasting its debateFrom its hours of start My heart is hereBurning of love's desireTorches of moment's shareTheir unquenchable fireSo fly now awayLet the love come againIn a dawn of a new dayEasy love and plain Peter S. Quinn


My Heart Is In The Songs My heart is in the songsEvery mood they turnMy feelings all belongsWhichever way they burnLike dreams of yesterdayThat fills the empty woesThey come again to playAs feelings away goes There is no other songBut what I feel insideIt's either right or wrongOn to their wistful rideSo much I tried to giveI thought I found in thereAnd also truly to liveEach their gently song air My heart's full of singingTo soften up my daysAnd in to the blank bringingIts many tempered laysPounding that come and goIn rhythmical counterpartTo give more spacious flowTo each ones lonely heart Peter S. Quinn


My Heart Is Window Of Time My heart is window of timeWith the ways that lie many times aheadThe climbing of its made begrimeThat with each robe to the high is readA way of the oceans so smoothlyAnd a sky with an open cleannessWhatever is coming of entry freeAnd shows it to roundness of leanness Those hours from dark waving timesFrom when it was only a shadowAnd the sea was vast in its dark sublimesWith momentarily splinter of glowAs these times were of my forgotten pastThe lays of the shallow ground livenA cornerstone of colors to give it a castThat from outspoken ways was given My footsteps are now going to prospectOf distances running its outcomeTo give life new meaning from rejectAnd end every denunciation accustomYet what shall tomorrow bring to its doorAnd lay down for a prospect to make-doIf we shall not feel what the climb’s forAnd we to this new-fangled frontage drew Peter S. Quinn


My Heart Is With Stillness My heart is with stillness in the flowing timeAs day blossoms are coming to the lightOf songs in their moments of rising primeWhen chorale of life gives its new flightThese hours are always within our own waysIn coming through and so much there givingEach string of inside their fulsomely playsFor roots of the many themes living Let love come around there in its strong partBy finding the pathways to new achievesWhere the summer of tincture is growingThe seeds from its fruit will come from its startIn hours of morning's freshly new leavesWhere green foliage of nature is glowing Peter S. Quinn


My Heart’s Yours Like the blue flowersGrowing on the pathwayThat meets summer each dayMy feelings are trueIn all that's brightAnd always will renewWhen day meets the night Like a flowering touchOr a fragrance in airThis love gives so muchWhen it's done in careAnd the feelings are straightMuch like anything insideWithout complex debateOf an incoming tideYour moments are mineEvery glow that's fallingIn the day's sunshineWhen our love's again callingAnd we meet with eyesClear trust and giveEvery morning of blue skiesAs these moments on live Peter S. Quinn


My Hope Is In You My hope is in you,My faithful summer song;Everything in sky blue,And earth green and young.My hope is now burning,Glossy days arriving;Every season returning,Life again surviving. Yesterdays, old and gone,Clouds are lightly gray;Wintry frost roses done,In the fields of middle May.Yesterdays lie in oblivion,Memories took them away;Into the spells of Vivien,Nothing for long will stay. My hope is in you,The seed of new unborn;Thoughts fresh and new,Of ways not done or worn.Awaiting and learning,No hope depriving;This keeps returning,In each reviving. Peter S. Quinn


My Joy And Love (From,134 Picture Poems) my joy and lovetogether with golden promises intertwined wavesof passing daysinto more years quickly under waters Peter S. Quinn


My Kite My kite my kiteNow fly highOn to far sightOf a blue skyOnto the clouds aboveSo far far awayIn its vapor doveThat drifts with dayMy kite, go farOnto yawning blueLike a little starThat will be youAfar afar in distanceLike a little airplaneIn silences tranceUntil we meet againMy kite goes beyondTo a fantasy hourOnly a rope will boundMe to your towerFly fly to my dreamThat’s wondering deepBe like a magic beamIn my own night sleep Peter S. Quinn


My Life Is A Real Musical My life is a real musicalWith every aspect in itEach eve or night I recallHow much song did spin itThe day is a daydreaming worldWith many of first impressionsSo much of a thought is hurledIn view of its comprehension Love songs of night and dayMaking me feel and thinkingEverything comes to playLike the stars shine blinkingAnd always opened my eyesSo much to wonder and callThis world so full of surpriseEvery tide around to fall Oh life is a wonderful stageWhere everything must beginIn many its carrying weightWhen thoughts to fancy winSo much to put to a melodyAnd giving it every objectionYou just need rhythms to seeThe harmony and connection Peter S. Quinn


My Love - Each Moment (From New Waves To TheShore) My love - each moment has its hereafterThe rainy clouds that fluid with its fresh rainSunny day with its yearning and laughterWorth its gold ingots in every grainCold up close and burning heart's desiresThat flow behind and in the parts of lifeLove we make in earthly ways and firesWith all we have and need to give in strife Our morning comes in daybreaks so clearWith youthful moments and their young kissesFriendship treasures full of each surpriseWe build on time as life harasses nearWith emptiness extinction one missesUntil shadows fill up our torching skies Peter S. Quinn


My Love - Sonnet My love keep your heart in the hour stillnessOf your voice and your eyes and sweet kissesWith dreams that come along in their fullnessAnd for time and a being one surly missesLike autumn interrupting in the dayWith brownish red colors of the leavesMy heart is a beat in time from its playFor these moments are giving in retrieves Like the hours are playing always with us stillIn our reaching to find the likable turnsWith the song set to rest and to fulfillTimeless minutes of retrieving burnsLife has woven its dreamy around ethosIn tranquil spinning that never should cross Peter S. Quinn


My Love Can Never Die VERSE My love can never dieFor these moments,Are just happinessTo your heart;I can't say goodbye,For each feelingIs still so fresh. REFRAIN You are my dream and wish,And every other thinking;And all that rimes with this,And heavens star there blinking.My love can never fall,Like summer blooms dressing;I think this says it all,How much our love's a blessing.You are my closest call,Best words the poets write;Each step both big and small,You are my only guide.Somewhere is a river,Pouring out dreams away;Somewhere is a heart,Beating in its interplay.I have wandered lonely,Through the dessert sand;With my thoughts only,Coming to understandEvery day is another wish. Peter S. Quinn


My Love I Need You – A Lyric Take your doubt awayStep by step okaySomeone is for you everythingLove to your own bring Sweet news and oldWith pleasures and moments to holdThe day is young to thisAnd every part you miss My love I need you soWith everything inside thereI can not let it goMy passion and its snareSo good as ways can beTo make out and healWith everything that's freeAnd hearts away would steal What right or wrong to sayOur thoughts will come and playThese moments will leaveIn the minutes and the brief What yesterdays did unfold?The faraway now all toldA world that’s never stayingIn moments of winter's graying My love I need you stillTo bring the best in meTo give and ever fulfillWhatever is eternally?Why can't the words give edgeTo show and tech wellThrow out each its dredgeThat brings a joy to quell My love I need you so


With everything inside thereI can not let it goMy passion and its snareSo good as ways can beTo make out and healWith everything that's freeAnd hearts away would steal My love I need you soWith everything inside thereI can not let it goMy passion and its snareSo good as ways can beTo make out and healWith everything that's freeAnd hearts away would steal Take your doubt awayStep by step okaySomeone is for you everythingLove to your own bring Peter S. Quinn


My Love Song To The Dark (From, Dried Flowers) My love song to the dark and dim night mood,That time divides into the two rivers;The food of the slipping reason prelude,Expose of the dream that sleep delivers. The dropp of an instant moment soon gone,Flowing of episodes - the incidents now;What takes away the hour present here on?Transparent time shape of forgetting plough. The yesterday that is no more to come,Or be a sprout of tomorrow's new ways;Pebble in the web of erstwhile fathom,That night besides the fire - that not long stays. Freed from loss are anamnesis that grow,And give away sparkle future - with flow. Peter S. Quinn


My Love Song To The Heart Is Clear My love song to the heart is clearWith magic wand of feelings insideReaching through those dripping tearsThat from the outside most shall hideEarth of spring and new comer dayWhere beautiful is always bloomingThough some be lost on rough's wayAnd never to the world be perfuming The sweetness of this my own dreamThat crumbles through dust of timeWith nothing clear in that to gleamAnd outside casting of even rimeWhere love is touched by snowy earthAnd brings its skies to higher seenWhere my feelings are all its worthThrough life times of a worthy green My love song that is constantly hereLike those petals of a summer roseWith each my day in its lonely nearIn mind-set of joy and gravely flowsThis contact of heart that has its riftAnd is so hushed like a nightly starThat gives strength my soul to upliftWhen it’s in distress of sorrow’s scar Peter S. Quinn


My Love The Wind – A Song My love my love the windAll things you spoke ofA winter song entwinedFrom breezing ways aboveBetween the deep crevicesI heard your murmur singIn outlined clusters disguisesThat something new will bring A song that echoes a kissFrom deep within the mossStone by stone reminisceOf what this day will embossWhat has passed your name?In things of existence tideAnd never turned the sameTo convene a different side My love my love the windThat half opens the skiesAt times with chance twinnedWhen you all things chastiseYou have touched with blowsAnd hugged the rain squallsMade ways for summer roseFor nothing is your equals Peter S. Quinn


My Love You Are My One My love you are my oneLike sweetest sun in skyThe clouds that drift onUntil they say goodbyeEach hour you are nearMy moments fluffy areThy love in my sphereLike golden shining starNo moment is too lateWith such love as yoursThat brings joy and fateLike they’re sweet flowersSo much I need you tooIn every way and flavorI wouldn’t see clear throughIf this love were depraverSo faith we should giveAnd let no disproval beSo our sweet love may liveFor each of its prosperity Peter S. Quinn


My Love, All The Stars My love, - all the stars in the sky,You are the one I need so far;You are the feeling in each try,Like the twinkling night star.Every hour I needed you much,Like the rain is to the earth;I long for each of your new touch,Each your saying what it's worth. Nothing is ever the same,Love is just here to go away;Burning to dust the inside flame,All is just a life for a one day.My love like the moon in dark,Shining between the clouds;Each of the dim you'll out spark,When shadows the earth enshrouds. Every hour I need you more,Giving your feelings with a smile;You are what my loves therefore,Every footage in my lifestyle.My love all the stars in the sky,You are the one I need so far;You are the feeling in each try,Like the twinkling night star. Like the twinkling night star. Peter S. Quinn


My Name Is Rachel Corrie My Name is Rachel CorrieAnd I am still with you hereDon't let your life be a worryJust take of it care and be there I was a flower in life's gardenWith the petals to be wokenBut winter came in its bombardin'And all my flowers were broken I'm still with you in your debateOf life's growth blossoming waysThough there's still hasty hateWithin these moments and days Let my peace bring you a songTo sing my story to your heartEvery day's still a heartfelt longFor what we need to make love start My Name is Rachel Corrie of peaceMy footsteps are Freedom ComeRemember me in the tree breezeFor I never went existence from Dreams of liberty shall be madeSo we can all live here closeTake away all these irons of afraidAnd make this earth love‘s red rose Peter S. Quinn


My Ordinary Song I am ordinary as youMaking my own in my livingSomething of sweet tooIn my worth of givingRising above like a cloudthrough my dreams alwaysAlone so much in the crowdWith the streets and place I am just like you areMy own heart there beatingWishing upon a wishing starIn those nights I'm meetingPlayful wishes to come inFrom their daybreak dreamIn their falling wishful spinThat in the sky all seem I am a song to my earthGiving till I again departOf what my love is worthFrom within a beating heartI know songs can't always stayWith their dreamy glowingBut I will try as I mayUntil my days of again going Peter S. Quinn


My Scandinavian Jul - A Song (Made Around TheChristmas Tree, This Jul) Let new day be born brightWith every hope from nightEach dream be like a glowIn morning untouched snowI have a song to sing outAll there's here and aboutSomething of love beautifulIn with my Scandinavian Jul Priceless moments these areWith good wishes near and farHours of our smiles to giveInstances like these to liveDancing around Christmas treesGoodwill of spirits to pleaseWonderments full of lightsEmotions of love in its flights Let there be well being for allInside each home and wallThese are moments of gladnessWith every feeling and caressI have a song to sing outAll there's here and aboutSomething of love beautifulIn with my Scandinavian Jul RefrainLet new day be born brightWith every hope from nightEach dream be like a glowIn morning untouched snowI have a song to sing outAll there's here and aboutSomething of love beautifulIn with my Scandinavian Jul


Peter S. Quinn


My Song My song is a wonderful sightInto the darkness I knowTurning on flowers so brightWith every wing of its go I was a daydream of yesterdaysFilling the woes so endlesslySurrounded by winter fall’s grayBeing just me there and quite free Love is a hurt and my mistressIntroduced to that I thought rightSwing in its moods and caressShowing me darkness and light Roses of fallen heart-shapeBurning to sleep in my breastEither sweet blossoms or grapeEvening of thoughts to adjust Daydreams so much for autumnEverything turning in shadeBleak flickers of tincturing strumWith every old redden made Turning gardens to love criesMaking my heart become aloneSaying its summer goodbyesWith ashen in its wintery tone Peter S. Quinn


My Song Like Years Rose End My song like years rose endOf promises of tomorrowEach dewdropp in daybreaks blendThat flows in its clear sorrowOld time may soon be forgottenAs new ones here will startLike old roads that are tautenAnd lie to the other part So many words have been writtenTo give their mean trueOf given ways and what lies hiddenThat now soon shall renewOur promises to make this bestOf any year that has beenShall in the end of it though restWhat become remains to be seen This day has its night callingFrom few hours till nowThe year of 2009 is fallingOnto the deep times browAnd every its way that had its blissShall only become memoriesIn oblivion untruthful kissThat nothing but fact there sees My song like tears on glowFrom the sun falling daysNow outside is cold winter snowWith its many darkish waysAnd its playful mood of this and thatThat never becomes too clearFor what we know is what we hadTill the end of this old year I have not hope for anythingOr wishes to become of realityMy heart now for peace will sing


And for everything that must beAnd rest this year in its forsakeTo carry freshly dreams there onAnd let us in the New Year wakeWhat hope has in the old one gone So much is still for futures sayingThat no one shall surely knowLike wind the trees are swayingTo make the fallen snow goSo is all our words of given thoughtWhat we must make and then doThis is a life what shouldn’t and aughtAnd everything is up to me and you - Happy New Year! - Peter S. Quinn


My Soul Is You My soul is youFlower of early springThe young and newOf fresh colors singThe sweetness of beingIn ongoing playAll growth now seeingThis new born day My soul’s like a birdThat wants to skyWith love to flirtWhen day reaches highAnd song’s blueOf clear and brightEach shade there trueAll to the night Together we’ll seeWhatever there isAnd fly about freeIn summer new blissWithin its fresh chanceWhere everything glowsMy heart will danceUntil it again goes Peter S. Quinn


My Sounds Of Music The sounds of music are in my own heartAnd every footstep is there with its beatThey come and go begin and again startSome are soft while others full of rampartLike day and night is its gush easy goWithin many firers though some are coldWith songs of summer and of winter's snowIn the assorted feelings you cannot hold Through walks of life - its streets and roadThey will try their tones of many deepAnd give or take away each part and loadSo others can feel the same, and some keepThe sounds of within are everywhereFor someone to truly know and feel there Peter S. Quinn


My Sweet Love Of Spring My sweet love of springWith your morning in glowingOf your wonders ways I singFull of colors there showing Those were far away in the darkOf feeling so much awakeIn their golden favors sparkWhen dark came to daybreak Your roses so amours sweetWith sparkling vivid shadingIn all you wondrous treatIn the airy full debating Of this wonderful color timeFrom sunshine blossoms brightWhen each hue is in its primeIn glow of eve and night Peter S. Quinn


My Sweet Time The Rain My sweet time the rainYou conquer my dreamsFlowing away the painIn the purifying streamsWith a steady beat onAll what life has given?Into the oblivion goneFor the centuries liven Be or not to be at allPleasures awake the flowDown to the draining fallAgain it will all goSomething can never hideAll will be lost againFor moment it may abideJust to be lost in vain You - like the seed of earthSo much for the nowLife is just your birthLost in the fall somehowThe rain keeps on fallingLetting everything goTo futures unknown callingWithin the water flow Peter S. Quinn


My Thank You Note It's so poetic, not prosaicthe music in your archaic.Poets on feelings gobetween to and fro,- in a versification spondaic. Authors go for gorse grainwithout abbreviation sane,sometimes saying it twicewithout the metaphors spice- not briefly, as the poets in vain! Peter S. Quinn


My Vision Is Singing I know my vision is singingAnd from somewhere a bit in bringingOf exchange in this timeAnd epochs of its primeThe exchange of each decisionIn the seconds precisionThat gives us something to chanceIn their ways of our life durance Certainty is like daybreakAlways coming in newGiving its take and then to up wakeWhen it has its gleaming set throughNight night come here in your dance!Giving the flow of your mystical tranceYesterdays were giving their plotsIn their inspirations and ranges of lots Peter S. Quinn


Mysteries (From, The Barka Lyrics - Ii) Somewhere my heart is foundMuscling through each stepThoughts that I thought drownedFrom a long time gone hepFlowers too wordless to nameGrowth that I believed asleepFire of the impossible flameMine or yours never to keep All that is too deep insideWaiting in its paleness blanchMysteries unknown that hideThe dangerous broken off branchWordless to the something newThe dreams that are not to beSlowly though coming throughAnything without its prosperity Somewhere its days will arriveMeeting the promises doneInside your thoughts still aliveAnything out of its forming spunYou and I always it peekingWhat might become or givenFutures of unknown still seekingWords that need prove to be liven Somewhere my heart is foundMuscling through each stepThoughts that I thought drownedFrom a long time gone hepFlowers too wordless to nameGrowth that I believed asleepFire of the impossible flameMine or yours that we can't keep Peter S. Quinn


Mystery Of The Square Stone Mystery of the square stoneAs centuries drift on byAnd the stone is there aloneWith earth dust and the skyFlowers have grown awhileGiving their seeds of ageFor occasions and a styleEach in their own laid stage The playful circling risingOn every occurrence’s tideIn flow of their surprisingWhen moments awhile abideA pondering of its mysteryThat no one really knowsFrom strange times and freeNo memories ever shows Though we are still lookingTrying to resolve and findThe past is on blockingEyes of knowledge blindAs seeds will come and grow To make this stone lostIn tomorrows’ coming slowWhere history has crossed Peter S. Quinn


Næturkyrr?in (Stillness Of The Night) næturkyrr?indöggvott grasi?tunglskinsbirtanstef rökkursins fullt af draumkenndri dulú?fullt af dansandi skuggumfullt af dökkleitum gluggum ástin kærust ?á erfinndu hjarta mitt sláheit er ástin í mérfull af kenndum og ?rá veistu ekki ?a? enna? til ösku ég brennef ?ú ?ekkir ei ?a?sem ekki er skrifa? á bla? fullt af draumkenndri dulú?fullt af dansandi skuggumfullt af dökkleitum gluggum næturkyrr?ineinmana gangstéttnyfalli? lauftómlegt a? sjá fullt af draumkenndri dulú?fullt af dansandi skuggumfullt af dökkleitum gluggum allt er einmana núástin farin í ?rautaftur erfitt a? snúhinga? heim á braut en ég man ?ig ?ó enn?ótt ?ú komir ei senn


ertu alltaf mér kær?ótt ?ú standir mér fjær Peter S. Quinn


Naively Forward (From, Lost Song Poems) Naively forward like the innocent windShifting through clouds that are moving along,To an unborn thought that comes in a songLater when it is alive and designed;Whatever the heart and it's content can findWhat makes each breathing come weak on or strong,When hours aren't ticking and moments prolongAnd sky in evening colors - is up pinned. Fancies that switches to patches to beClimbing the faltering steps to the sprawl,When the fingers of sky - eyes again please;Dreaming awake when dawn alternates freeAnd the hour raises shadows on the wall,From the outside flower garden and trees. Peter S. Quinn


Nature Is My Sanctuary Nature is my sanctuaryMy believes in loveOutside of always freeLike the clouds above Tones of my approachRise of my spirit deepAll of existences touchIts heart beats to keep Distances of sunshineSummer blossoms growingAll that's hard to defineThat comes and is going Life to teach and moreIn giving and its makingWaves of its deep shoreThat life tides are waking Earth love grows withinFeeling of each occasionWhere everything's beenIn its different equation Melodies in beats givingOf all lives opportunityAnd touches each livingThat makes the heart free Peter S. Quinn


Nature, The Truest Of Gold Nature the truest of gold,The wilderness and meadows;Where rivers flow and unfold,The streams in altering glows. Where greenery sleeps till spring,With voices awakening then;When the forest starts to sing,As sky gets brighter again. The summer is sweetest of all,With colors so lovely and fair;Then comes the fading in fall,The autumnal symphony year. Earth starts growing into cold,And leaves start falling away;A flowery becomes again old,For now there's winter to stay. The snowy seasonal while,With frosty prairies and brooks;Greetings and a Christmas smile,A future in the New Year lucks. It is the most - loveliest thing,For nature is never - not living;Circles of tides they will bring,Treasures of each their giving. Peter S. Quinn


Nature's Incarnadine (From,134 Picture Poems) nature's incarnadinefrom grand atonement abyss purged white heavenin the ozone deep sea against universal waysof destructive waste Peter S. Quinn


Nature's Trilogy (From,134 Picture Poems) nature's trilogy abused victimsin deep red ashes whose altaris offeringthese slain creaturesto reckless handsand pain Peter S. Quinn


Near By The Sea I'M Now Near by the sea I'm nowIn ever flowing distant betweenWhere flowers are scattered in a rowFor never again to be here seenBut life goes on to unfold midnightIn the coming of rosy morning light A heartbeat was here beforeIn longing’s and its giving needBut now on its far-away shoreFrom another road it will readSo much that was said here onWith every posy that's now gone All rushes forever to looseAnd then be unfolded for the newNo coil makes the selective to chooseAs days of tomorrows comes throughBut life is like transom of its morningWith all its new calling and warning Near by the sea I'm nowAnd time is only of its infinityFilaments between shall break or growBecome either more closer or freeAs life goes on to unfold midnightIn the coming of a rosy morning light Peter S. Quinn


Near You Always Near you alwaysI am the untoldInterweaving that playsAnd no time can holdDrops to drops of cloudsIn the sky deepAmong the going crowdsNothing to hold or keep Near your drifting nowThrough those times goingAccomplishing somehowEverything that's showingThe wrinkles of your faceEach their trial caringMoments of going daysWhat they together are sharing Love song of evening yearsWhere every lost is fromFlowing on clearing tearsThose that sometimes comeNear you always and eyesMaking instances take awhileEvery true effort and triesSome of your wishes beguile Peter S. Quinn


Nearest To You - Lyrics Take every step I makeIn to its questionable statePushing my away with each takeAnd love with its debate Show me and please understandEverything of me comes through thisRise and fall going on their commandThrough undercover of a final kissI can be yours into each castDrifting with instants you come acrossAll I’m saying is out of its pastInto the brine of everyone’s loss Doubt me and trust whatever you likeCircling ways are mine like yoursEach of its line back you’ll strikeShowing its worth in its enduresShow me and please understandEmotion is sometimes life’s wastelandTaking for granted every its wayBringing no insurance to their wasteAll is or nothing to their tasteNot meeting command in what they say Love circles around sometime lostIn to its doubts belonging to lustThere is a moment of life and its costEach of its shine comes to its rustBurning and yearning whatever they areFalling for moments coming uphillTime is too real to feel what is farOnly the nearest shall give and fulfill I can be yours into each castIf you just let me come to you acrossI can be yours – in futures and past


Peter S. Quinn


Needed Poems (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead SheetsWith Poems) Needed poems for everyoneSo the world may come to see,Much is to learn from elevationIf your thoughts are set free;Lexicons and dictionariesAre the books for wanna-bees,Pick em up to your own abilitiesAnd conquer the impossibilities. Needed poems are always hereWith some advantages of thought,Give or take your fair shareOf what you shouldn't or ought;Numbers call for others newAbsolute no one accomplishes,Fresher moments then hithertoMay still get through in wishes. Needed poems for this old earthIs a way to get and go along,Give your ideas new stand birthAnd it may become a fortune song;Use the ancient and useful waysThat so many found and tried,There might come fortune daysThat hard is now to see or decide. Peter S. Quinn


Needlessly Shy Needlessly ShyInto the morning comeAsk not questions whyOr where it's fromIt's only you thereNothing in returnFootsteps to earnBefore you'll learn Deserts and hillsOn and on landscapeThoughts and its quillsVines or sour grapeWhat do you need?Inside this doomWalls you have keyedAnd doggerel deplume Needlessly highOf feathers too fluffyTimes will say nighTo their scruffyBut you say it’s greatAnother like DylanThen you can hardly waitFor the next villain Peter S. Quinn


Neo-Realism – A Lyric I love the handsome doteThat you actually down wroteWith everything in the color trueThat came to be the sameIn every tone you tameThat’s here up and down becoming youThis every word to lastAnd giving its cleaver playEach outspoken and castThat never though for long will stayOh dreams in their own dressingSo much unspoken caressingAnd giving it all a whileExotic in their own bottom styleThe black and white to lastThe ways of every new castThat’s hard to point out or defileEach little mold and moteOn black and white note for noteJust what you are singing nowAnd giving your personality somehowThat what it is in styleAnd hard to sketch a light in its rileThe game of the game we playEach night and the coming dayThose others have tried beforeAnd still we can reach for moreYes all that makes this time newAnd gives of its out of sightBoth of everything for me and youTo make it come back alrightThis is how it should be doneTo make nights of special thrillTo carry the dance on and onWith every personality at will Everything just got to give inEverything just got to make a spinWith our feelings line to line


In their hard way to defineMiddle of nowhere to nowManaging somewhere to somehowAll is for nothing in triesSpecial for decision and tiesRight or wrong in its visionNeo-realism in colorful precision Peter S. Quinn


Nettles Between (From,134 Picture Poems) nettles betweenthe red juniper trees in the grasses crossingchildhood streets along timesrememberedenjoyed days Peter S. Quinn


Never Been For Another (From, The River Sings On) Be mine tomorrow,When skies are clear and new;Be mine to borrow,When hours are dawn in dew. Few steps away,When love is beside me;And again comes a day,With footsteps silent and free. So many treasurers,So many new hours;Inside the known pleasures,Among the lawn flowers.You and I for always,Till night of evening comes;And darker get the rays,The pedicel and the blooms. This is my heart,Never been for another;From the very start,Like a sister or a brother.You have shown life complete,With what is between us;Every going treat,That moment’s away rush. Be my iris,And flowers of the dawn;Every truth becomes from wish,And from what love is drawn. Peter S. Quinn


Never Give Up Never give upIt’s too easy to doLet difficulty be your cupIntegral part of youThe world isn’t always easySuch moments come and goOut there it’s breezyWalking the path on slow But never surrenderYou are not made to restBe in life a big spenderWork on becoming your bestIt’s never going carefreeJust a difficult life taskBut you’ll be rewarded libertyIf your berries and fruit bask Never give upWork hard on your doingEffort is to developAnd each to the world provingThat you are worthy of allThat has been givenIn your prosper and callThat you in your life are driven Peter S. Quinn


Never Give Up On Your Flight Never give up on your flightAlways have hope in your tryDay is of shadows and lightAnd sometimes there’s blue sky Every your touch is a glowGiving you dreams you foundFootsteps to go in the snowSometimes they'll come around Never be broken down at allFor you have your wings onThere are dreams yet to callThose rise like awakening dawn On to your heart and beyondWhere every drifting goes alongNever any more to be donnedInto a lonesome dream song Peter S. Quinn


Never Leave Me Alone Never leave me aloneI want you to stir me upBe my pebble and stoneAnd my strong coffee cup Bring me the clouds of the skyOutside like a rainfallBe the reason for me and whyI'm in my devoting call The sunbeams are always newForces of contrasting daysSo in this way - same be youIn your colors and plays Peter S. Quinn


Never Leave Me Alone... Never leave me aloneIn this world of lonelinessYour love’s a stepping-stoneBy mother’s paws of caressYou’re the heart to my beatIn experience of your yearsShow me ways around the streetEverything that love adheres Thou some times are roughThere’s always time for allureMother’s heart’s quite enoughIf it’s complete and sureLife’s never an easy knowingFor the poor on their wayBut to have you, is goingTo another brighter day Never leave me all aloneFor I am young in the yearYour purr is purest toneMy heart could ever hearMother mother - I love you!Guide me while I’m youngI shall come then strongly thruBecome burly - cats among Peter S. Quinn


Never Let Me Go Never let me goAnd always be my friendYou know I love you soThere is no endI feel your heart by mineAnd all the inner touchA love that is to shineCause I love you so much Oh never let me downI'll fall so deep and lowAll the way to the grownI'll fall and I'll goI see it in your eyesYou feel for me tooYour sweetness never diesIf it's clear and true Enough is not enoughIf nothing is to liveA heart may sometimes bluffAnd nothing from it giveBut we are always hereAnd giving all we canWe have so much to shareAnd both to understand Never let me goAnd always be my friendyou know I love you soThere is no endI feel your heart by mineAnd all the inner touchA love that is to shineCause I love you so much Peter S. Quinn


Never Let Me Go Away Never let me go awayAnd I'll always be with youInside while hour's playAnd each day renewFeelings are for everyoneWhen they are in loveMoments there are never doneLike the clouds above Hold me and give a touchWith everything you believeReasons are much too muchWhile they last for they leaveNothing is without youIn your own kind of thoughtWhat you thing’s fair and trueIs the way you ought? Footsteps go - move onTo bring your time throughLife’s like a sprinter's runTick tock touch and doCloser to me you can't getThan to be yourself alwaysEvery opportunity meetWhen reasonable are its plays Peter S. Quinn


Never Let Your Dream Go By Never let your dreams go by,Never let your dream die;Nothing here goes on forever,Like, 'I love you always so'.You should always feel and know,But our ways are sometimes blind;Every thought that lives and flows,Like the time that grows and goes.Opened doors are left behind,Just as time passes down and flies;Everything in life here dies,But every soul goes together. There are laughter’s in the air,There are cries everywhere;We have time so we can try,Never let our dream go by.Never lose what you have found,Take your dream to a solid ground;Reach a mountain reach the sky,Reach the top before you die. Never let your dreams go by,Have a time and have a try;Opened doors are left behind,On the mountains you shall find,- Those open doors go everywhere. Peter S. Quinn


Never You Came never you cameyou only went awaya burn out flamethose flickering won't stayyou are dust to dusta stone of coldburned out rustnot worthy to hold all is a burnboth old and newrotating on turngoing here throughdust into the airflying all awayhere and then therenever to stay never you camepromises they'll fadenothing stays the samethat's man madesoon in beyondthoughts from your heartnewer roads foundinto fresh start life is like riverflowing through chancesome must deliverall of its circumstancedance on and dwelltime love's to travelno one can foretellany of its marvel Peter S. Quinn


New Day without any wordsnew day so lonelystill it's dark only silences are awakingall around night sleepin a new keep life on move goinginto time sightbefore day's bright Peter S. Quinn


New Day Has Come (From, The River Sings On) New day has come bright and clear,With lonely hearts away to steer;For everything must go on and on,Though yesterdays are now all gone. In the skies of the lonely ways,Where colors meet the bluish grays;All things have become space between,Forgotten and never again to be seen. Now again as new summer shows,Blooms in fields approach and grows;We must give strength to our own heart,So all good things will surely start. Wherever your dreams now all are,And what has been done insofar;We must believe in the better days,That soon will come and still amaze. New day has come bright and clear,With lonely hearts away to steer;For everything must go on and on,Though yesterdays are now all gone. The day has come bright and young,To open doors of fresh high-strung;To give us more feelings inside,That from the dark winter would hide. New day has come... Peter S. Quinn


New Days New days are now opening for spring‘s heartFlowers of glowing on to the old leavesSunshine of daydreams where longings startAll is gone brand new that was of old grieves Mornings are brighten up in cloud free skyYesterday‘s winds in their blowing on lowFresh love is starting asking questions whyEverything’s rising high in its freshness glow Once they were scattered on earth desireBlossoms of yesterday‘s dreams in the coldLike raindrops on winter‘s withering stringNow they have reddened in love and its fireNothing from winter’s past can to them holdFor spring and new summer in sunshine sing Peter S. Quinn


New Days Are Coming (From, Lead Sheets In July2008) New days are comingOf white pinkish blossomingAnd every red knob trueThat comes and touches youThe gardening is freshening upAs those shadings won't stopTo fill in the moments onTill their time's gone New hours of blossomsIn every corner loomsThat hope has been calling forTo the eyes for more and moreLight in the tinctured playsTrue colors of rainbow raysFilling each aspiring shadeWith nature hands made Tenderly it’s all yoursGlowing summer buds and spursEverything to bring you loveFrom the sunshine aboveSparkling refreshment greenSo much of instances betweenEvery garden and laneTo take away winter's strain Peter S. Quinn


New Morning Coming (From, The Complete CollectedPoems Of Strains) A flying cloudIn sunshine highAbove the peaceful crowdOf an open skyEach day a graceful turnWith patterns of sceneMuch secretive burnOf hours there between A cat's eyeInsipid moonUp in the far and highLike always there was noonIn desolate bluish nightOf tranquil morning inOr stillness fainting sightLike goose-flesh naked skin Changing fire's amberConsuming the misty airThrough heavens blaze chamberThat now's coming fairIts sweetest glowFrom up and everywhereThese hours in their goFrom the rising of mist in glare *These are around or over 175 poems Peter S. Quinn


New Morning Has Come New morning has comeBrighter than any beforeTrue splendent is fromWaves of its open shoreIts heights I didn’t knowWith a more time to giveIn tides of eternal flowPleasures like this live Like all weaving flameThat burns its fire onYou need a thought to tameBefore its cleanse is goneNothing will stand alwaysWith every day’s awakeThese are lots of interplaysGiving verve and take Each time to time hereWill flow like rhythmBuild treasures everywhereWithin its humming hymnGlow that will give brightMust not be forced inFrom the shadowy nightThat insipid will then spin Peter S. Quinn


New Rime Haiku All's a deep withinday to a day moments spin- you lose or you win! Peter S. Quinn


New Spring Is Coming New spring is comingBlossoms white and yellowFresh on moments boomingWith their summer ´s helloMood of blue in a dayDreams are turning aroundThrough the blossom's playThose that are now found Reaching gold sunshineWith everything in a blissGreen ´s yonder horizon lineInto tide´s turning kissFeelings like nature greenFinding ways of new wonderSomewhere you haven't yet beenAnd still now ´s in earth under Love in new seedlings awakeGowns of earth in her beautyDancing waterfall and lakeReaching tranquil libertyRoots in forest new livingRoutes through many yearningNow freshly pictures givingAs new tones we are learning Peter S. Quinn


Newborn Is This Day (Haiku) Newborn is this day,Coming fresh out of the blue- Energy renews! Peter S. Quinn


Next To Nothing (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead SheetsWith Poems) It's next to nothingWhat's going now on,The stars are bluffingWith time that's gone;Nothing within a reasonIn travelling through,Contradicting a seasonThat comes to imbue. It's here or everythingThat makes it so whole,Together the circle bringTo make more cajole;Nothing without a thoughtLying around somewhere,To enlighten then broughtTo be or not to be aware. It's next in line to findEach its purpose and goal,What in its way is assignedThe flickering fire steam roll;Nothing without an arteryFulfilling its own reaching,What lies out there's for freeNot all for earth's teaching. Peter S. Quinn


Nicknamed Lights nicknamed lightsearly morning guidesstreet stairs to a beacon window brokenshadows leave quietlyfrom a dozing room Peter S. Quinn


Night night isbecoming a dayfor summeris soon hereglowing inits glory waycolorsare everywhere longingsfor dreams truemomentsof right fulfillbloomsare coming newon to the woodsand hill night isbecoming livingand goingto other waysso much outthere givingsoonthere are new days life in everyits variationswhat'll becomeand whydaysof new born nationsopening upthe fresh sky night infreedom throughthe future


sees time cleartomorrow comesall newin its instanteverywhere life inevery its sensationsfinding waysof the deeplayingits new foundationsin fresh seedsit will reap Peter S. Quinn


Night Beat - Near Wintertime Night beat to the down town streetOnly a mood of its darkish nightFeeling so tender below your feetIn the gloominess of the frosty lightYesterdays are now quite old newsWith their wings of half way flightEverything’s going away in its fuseWhat comes tomorrow might be right Shadows of evening dancing awayOn to the moments of darkness glowMeeting with daybreak of a new dayIn their coming and its works to goBreezing on rising and circling aroundAbout fall leaves of reddish yellowTo every memory now gravel boundIn greetings of winter in its cold hello Time beat o time how flowing you areGiving your flickering twist of hoursMoving away like a falling blue starBring to windows some frosty flowersWhat has been falling is still all hereDaydreams scattered in rainy showersAutumn’s nearly out and winter's nearWith darkness and love seeking towers Peter S. Quinn


Night Becomes A Day Night becomes a dayLove songs move onA heart becomes clayWhen its beats are gone Nothing is for eternityOnly for life's hourThen again it's freeLike the autumn flower You and I are hereDrifting in our daysSome thoughts to shareAs the moment plays Dancing beats of heartPlayful in their sharingLike a musical partWe together are hearing A life becomes clearIn its footsteps goingMemories of each yearEvening shine glowing Everything's here to beLike a morning rayFor a moment to seeBefore the evening gray Peter S. Quinn


Night By Night Passing timeThe wind is playingWith leaves in rimeAnd winter stayingEvery dream goes byDay becomes nightIn the evening skyThere is sunset lightHours keep on goingMoods in tones thruOcean waves glowingAlways in renewDream of day in shadeWhite frosty bloomHeaven's daylight madeIn their window costume Passing timeAs my dreams sleepTake another flightInto mind and deepFeelings came throughIn their nippy fireTwinkling shining madeEach their picture desire Passing timeThe wind is playingWith leaves in flightNever stayingAll is imagining freeIn its endless arrayingFor futures to seeAnd fate reconveyingPassing timeAs my dreams sleepTake another flightInto mind to keep


What lies in its delight?Kaleidoscopic pleasuresDreams in timeless heightGolden future treasures Peter S. Quinn


Night Dance Night dance to darkFlowing in gleam moodSwaying fullest sparkOn to trance interludeBreezing of echoesSymphonic colorsAs it moves - glowsAll the posies hollers Sweet dream to nightIn a fantasyLost in last lightIridescent gustyEarth in a dance goesBy summer breakingLast of its gleam glowsBefore autumn's waking Night dance of loveWhispering so softClouds go aboveIn a flickering waftHours in blanching callColors getting lostLeaves wilt and fallAs day to night is crossed Peter S. Quinn


Night Embrace Song Oh love come here closeFor the day is goingThe evening scented by roseAnd the light is glowing The dreams are coming hereOne by one they spinA somber touch everywhereTill the dark shall win The stars are kissing blueUpon the windows browThe moon's coming throughDreams night's here now Peter S. Quinn


Night Flower Night flower oh night flowerWhat fragrance you now giveAll the darkness in coming hourWhere shadows of longings live And dreams are in their dimFlowing so carelessly here thruFull of darkness whimsy whimWith every new flow to renew Night flower in your dim moodWhere love is making its wingAnd passion is the hours eludeAs its conduit to frontiers sing Of passion in its ardor makingLike leaves in its wind caressSo much tender of feeling makingIn creation of its love fearless Night flower in dreams beyondHere shades of the night and flowWhere only its fruits are foundThose give of a gleam its glow And the moon is its fallen angelThru the fairies of dream’s flightAll the wonderful and devotionalThat makes such a passion alright Peter S. Quinn


Night Has Fallen Night has fallenOnto blue rising dawnAs day is callingFrom under its gownBirds in their singingWhat a beautiful dayEnjoyment in bringingThat’ll guide us the way As shades goes crisperIn their shadow dancingThe breezes will whisperTheir adore romancingBetween trees and leavesAnd bouquets of flowersAway with wintry grievesFor spring fresh dowers A new day’s risingFull of hope and delightIn its new ways surprisingThat is not of the nightSoon there is springWith its playful escalationAnd together we´ll singLike one flower nation Peter S. Quinn


Night In (From,134 Picture Poems) night insoft darkness stained bythe milky way little angelswith hunter's eyes sleeping day-long Peter S. Quinn


Night Now Comes… Sonnet Night now comes in its shadowy playWith its deep blackness from inside ridingExhausted themes of thrown out abidingIn its crystals miasma painfully graySmiles that once were are now in allaySlippery walking of heart beats residingEvery thought of world's pleasure dividingWith momentarily misuse and astrayLike an orchestra striking its chords dimWhile the heart is on empty in gone spaceOr Odin's ravens in a whimsy whimLost at grumbling sea without any traceThis now heart is beating like timer of fateDistressing in its sinister dictate Peter S. Quinn


Night Of Sweet Love Night of sweet loveEverywhere you goLike clouds aboveIn their reddish glowFar reaching highDreams that don’t comeFilling up the skyIn their rainy blossom Daydreams are stealingFlowers of withinAll your heart set feelingIn their love spinDays are in to nothingDreams that aren’t trueJust a way of bluffingNothing there for you Hand in hand reachingTimes to understandWays of feelings teachingIn their own commandYesterdays were riversOf your heart’s spinTears them now deliversFrom their beats within Love I have missedNights of lonely skyDistances have kissedIn their echoes dieFlowers drying upHow I loved you dearLike a lonely raindropOn the leaves clear Peter S. Quinn


Night Poems The night is now passing byEvery footstep it carries onOnto the dark of drifting skyUntil its illusions are doneDreams that can never stayOnly their song on goingSoft tones in a nightly playUntil the morning´s glowing Like time that´s standing stillGiving more dreams acrossMind-set that cannot fulfillOnly be missed in its lossThoughts we did not knowEchoes of mirage setting beatSlow in their passing adagioHallucination on a bare street Its dark's now endless insideWaiting till morrow comes inSilences of questions abideWith its uncertainty and chagrinDreams in their night poemsAll the feelings of the heartLove and its endless diademsCupid gave you with his dart Peter S. Quinn


Night Stars Night stars onward flyingTill the morning comes brightly inTheir glistering glow dyingIn the dances of twilight’s spinDance dance time of darkness deepAll is in your eternity on songDreams of the faraway always to keepHeart to heart forever to long Night stars in nocturnal dreamsBouquets of mystic and magical glowAll the afar away nowhere seemsAs far-away stars to new daybreak goEndless forming of glowing lightIn the sphere of time and deep mistDreams of never losing flightAll what imaginations has kissed You and I in dancing light hoursSeeds of growing flying wingsMany days of new born flowersAnd what daylight to the heart bringsImaginations like the roads awayEverything airborne to the distanceWhen our awakenings meet the dayIn its far-off starry light dance Peter S. Quinn


Night Time (From, Illuminating Night) Night time I welcome you,With dark from door to door;Reborn shadows or the new,All that is drifting here ashore.Name of those still unborn,Sparkling mirror like a glass;Souls of shores wet and torn,Living repeatedly life's bypass. Each beaten guest of decipher,Immortal lights of stars shine;Those that is raw or yeastier,Between the others and asinine.Wallflowers that never will be,Broken every minute this death;Who kills innocent illegitimately?Mothers in black - their breath. Night time grass in the morning,Things of things without names;The dreams each of my yearning,Twilight of dawn broken flames.Those that are in somber park,Hurrying before springs of time;Songs of the autumn dying lark,All those rosebuds in life's rime. Peter S. Quinn


Night Time (From, Rock Star) Night time I welcome you,With dark from door to door;Reborn shadows or the new,All that is drifting here ashore.Name of those still unborn,Sparkling mirror like a glass;Souls of shores wet and torn,Living repeatedly life's bypass. Each beaten guest of decipher,Immortal lights of stars shine;Those that are raw or yeastier,Between the others and asinine.Wallflowers that never will be,Broken every minute this death;Who kills innocent illegitimately,Mothers in black their breath. Night time grass in the morning,Things of things without names;The dreams each of my yearning,Twilight of dawn broken flames.Those that are in somber park,Hurrying before springs of time;Songs of the autumn dying lark,All those rosebuds in life's rime. Peter S. Quinn


Night To Night Music Night to night musicWhile I'm thinking of youDay evening's aestheticIn red glowing throughPlayful moments and freeTurning on wings desireBefore morn you'll seeIn its new torching fire Night to night musicHow beautiful your styleCatching night charismaticIn all its wonder whileLove to love forever to beLifting my wings higherFor this hour eternityAnd its moment beautifier Night to night musicDrifting through to hereRomantically in its acousticIts tones to everywhereYou give longings to mePassions that don't tireWings on air sensitivityYour looks I admire Peter S. Quinn


Night Wind (From,134 Picture Poems) night windpasses througha window dying insidethe walls like my heartfaithlessly falls Peter S. Quinn


Nightly Stars Hide In The Dark (Viii) Nightly stars hide in the darkThey are glistering away their sparkNightly stars that hide away in dark Far away in open spaceLies the road that no one knowsSowing light in lonely raysOn heavens high where northern light glows Nightly stars hide in the darkBehind the moon and clouds afarGlistering dusty little star For me and you when there's nightWhen love hits us with its mightAnd we don't know wrong and rightJust glowing stars and blinking light Oh faraway my sweetest roseThat sets my fire all withinAnd gives me feelings as overdoseMake my longings all go spin In this oh night of starry raysI know not fate's turning waysOr what my deepest mood there saysOnly there're nights before there's days Oh darling have my love withinIt is the truest water to drinkThough shadows’re its mirror's twinWhen fate goes another then we think Peter S. Quinn


Nighttime Of Dreams Nighttime of dreamsEverywhere to go Nothing in reality seemsIn its wandering glow Dreams of the farawayFlying around there Just like in a dayFull of its breezy air Clouds drifting byThru the airy space Filling moment’s skyWith their fluffy grace Dreams of almost trueIn their own reality Just like everything youWith your eyes can see Past as the present nowFrom thoughts awaken Coming around somehowInto memories retaken What is the dream for?Making its fantasy ride Much in them we adoreIn their timeless glide Peter S. Quinn


No Boundary No boundary to each travelThe sea is clear and newEach day a new marvelTo see in sightings thru Dreams are on the wavesAnd coming to the shoreAll longing that life cravesThat in memories we store A night becomes fantasyTo islands that we goWhen we sail on their freeInto the blue sky glow In twilight’s stillness hourWhen boundaries are goneIn awaking morning dowerWhen times of beauty carries on No boundary to the voyageOr callings of the billowsWhen we our trip advantageIn times and tide flows Our dreams are in our findingFrom shore to open roadAs torrents are in grindingWith each their heavy load Peter S. Quinn


No Dreams Fly Away (From, The River Sings On) For you no dreams fly away,For you over clouds in blue;Each love's a feeling to play,What becomes true or untrue.The nights are what days are not for,Of something that's more of and more. To you I will give everything,To you every pleasure I find;Inside is a song that will sing,Like a day that in morn will shine.The nights are what days are not for,Of something that's more of and more.To give and adore - the taken promisor. Peter S. Quinn


No End For Time There is no end for time in its endless goingFlowing on and giving all its wavesDay to day goes by without ever knowingWhat it is that the heart and mind cravesBeautiful daybreak like night on wings singingAll the flow of ticking clocks adjustingOnto seasons and work happenings bringingWe to life and advent are entrusting Together we go on in forward notionTime and I making and comprehendingStretching a thought and ticks like locomotionEach of its way endlessly transcending No end to creativity - in its livingIt runs coexistence from instance giving Peter S. Quinn


No More Daydreams No more daydreams for meOnly gray sky now foundLet my wings again freeTo enveloping them aroundTo be adorned like a roseOr diamond like tear dropsTo be with someone closeAnd effectuate on own opts Everything happens to a poetAs he twists and then writhesThe ideas vague and inchoateCurving through every scythesThere is fire there is sufferingThe locomotives scraping hellEvery way in its many alteringThat from inside he must quell No more dreams those are goneFlying objects deliberately darkTangled miseries that have shoneThrough streets and each parkImportance through each songThat has struggled over highGrassy woodlands that belongTo the inlaying earth and sky Peter S. Quinn


No More Routine In your heart you wear loveLike a sundown falling skyIn the cloudlets far aboveInto a sunset going lullaby When dreams are coloring lightThru the shadows of a whileBefore morning comes on brightIn daybreak freshly style In your heart you wear dreamsBuilding days of much springLike a river falling streamsWithin your eyes of freshness sing Remember joys of gone thingsAll the days that light dawnIn the time tomorrow bringsThru rising days silver swan In your heart remember meEvery teardropp days have kissedAll our love joy found freeAnd our thoughts now missed Every day that is now goneInto bouquets of yesterdaysLove and joy forever onIn their flights of many ways Peter S. Quinn


No Place For Conversing Come to me with all your loveJust the way you said you'd doLike rain and clouds afar aboveOur feelings are strange and newLove is sometimes not too easyWith its many ways and their storyA heart can be discomfort and breezyWithout much passion or glory Leave not your feelings far behindWhen it comes to you to holdThough some of its ways maybe blindNowhere to go but to coldFly fly away through each denialTake your mind of a doubtFor your sweet love you must fallBefore it all goes about Rain not your tears into doubt’s castFor what you said or should beSuch love will never for long lastJust try your ways and seeDid I say, come give it your allIf you really care for that personYou may be adjusted for a free fallBut there is no place there for conversin' Peter S. Quinn


No Road Map? Like the cells - we are living inside it allNever ending boundaries quiveringWhen we through heart and mind are deliveringThe purpose of its true being and the callLike the fire in the bush of a desert treeThat gives the knowledge of its burning glowsAnd shows you the side road where the truth goesFor you to walk off there and become free The mountains are calling in mist unknown:'Come here and carry the peace to your heartRivers we deliver give water freshThere is so much behind our foggy gownThat gives no road map on where to startFor it needs your courage of spirit and flesh'… Peter S. Quinn


Nobody Is Exactly Like You – A Song Lyric Take my love that’s reaching outThat’s what it’s all aboutTo be with in and have some funAnd making time outside in sunNever let it fall awayWhat you can do todayTo reach in with your closenessAnd give from your caress Nobody is exactly like youAnd nobody feels the same as youAnything is therefore up to youTo reach out and become free Your love makes it all countIf it is there inside foundYou may please and you may astoundBut everything comes aroundIf you don’t give of your loving careEverything from inside thereThat will teach someone to reachWith their heart to give and teach Nobody is exactly like youAnd nobody feels the same as youAnything is therefore up to youTo reach out and become free Yeah oh yeah oh Nobody is exactly like meTo show and give of tooNobody is exactly like meI want to be a part of you Yeah oh yeah oh Reach out to my heart and feel


Everything in this world's reachableIf you give it your best tryThe hours are of luck so fullAnd clear of hope in the blue sky Nobody is exactly like youAnd nobody feels the same as youAnything is therefore up to youTo reach out and become free Yeah oh yeah oh Nobody is exactly like meTo show and give of tooNobody is exactly like meI want to be a part of you Peter S. Quinn


Nobody Is The Same Nobody is the sameThat is the value of lifeFinding out is its gameAnd also its longing’s strifeWe have all our flameBurning from the insideSometimes without any nameAs they like star falls glide Nobody knows the whole truthIn its endlessly spinningLove is its eternal youthFinding and sometimes winningTwinkling out like a starOn to the depth of a heartNear in its closeness or farAll that comes in and will start Nobody is always hereSo much is astray in spaceFeelings are lost everywhereMournful and true in their graceWe have all our flameTo give and then take awayAnswers are often hard to tameAnd night comes after a day Peter S. Quinn


Nobody Knows Nobody knows what this love is all forNobody feels like this for too longLife is just living each day for moreGive it its way let it become strongYou lose your heart I lose my wayNothing becomes out of nothingLove is for the clouds colors and grayIt's from there what the inside might bring ChorusRight or wrong what it isFruits of dark and somberTongues of days that we missIn the ways of slumberSomewhere to nowhereNothing to be foundLove comes to here and thereGoes around and round Paper and glue together are trueSecuring means to hands that are tiedThe feelings behind are all up to youFalling like drops each time you've triedEveryone's a prisoner to what they makeBring down the wall inside your ownLove is a thought some of it will breakInto the ground that it has been sown ChorusRight or wrong what it isFruits of dark and somberTongues of days that we missIn the ways of slumberSomewhere to nowhereNothing to be foundLove comes to here and thereGoes around and round Rise to the knowledge know how to use it


Nothing will last that comes to failsGive it best shot and make it to the fitYou are the smith banging up the nailsRight or wrong that is your own healthLife is never too easy anyway you trySecure your own give it some wealthKnowledge to gain somewhere in the sky ChorusRight or wrong what it isFruits of dark and somberTongues of days that we missIn the ways of slumberSomewhere to nowhereNothing to be foundLove comes to here and thereGoes around and round Peter S. Quinn


Nobody Knows How Love Can Be Nobody knows how love can beWhen it's inside these feelingsIncisive moods those are always freeFrom every tempered healingsYou’re so engaged in the heart trueAlways from inside so wholeComing through ways to renewWith every purpose and role What you are giving is hope for meMusic and rhythms dealingsSomething that always is set to beLots of its moods and peelingsLove is trouble and pleasure in vainIn handling its own luckSometimes it comes in feelings of painGetting in nowhere hopes stuck Feelings those are anything moreLove that is a dream awayYou are never though of this sureJust like the day in its playFinding a heart that moves you onIs never too easy at allSo much is drifting till it's goneGoing like leaves in the fall Peter S. Quinn


Nobody Waits (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Nobody waits,For the sails to be full sails;Unreasoning debates,Are to no future avails.Singing sweet muses,Igniting the crystal rays;The broth with laurel abuses,In many different ways. Nobody's voice,Like birds in their beaks;Brings back sweet rejoice,From under the reeks.There upon my head,Voice spectrum in cloud;Nothing there aforesaid,That couldn't be reavowed. Nobody still,Extraordinarily suddenly flowed;Within the drifting airmobile,From past sunset that glowed.It was like break in the breath,Gently rising with a wing;Flowers and grass from their death,When again there's river in spring. Peter S. Quinn


Nocturnal Dreams My love have you found your destiny wayThe whispering winds are playing all aroundNothing in a dream forever shall stayAll is in the freshly summer now foundDreams that gathered longings of the gone pastTrials of today for a gold still to comeRivers of eternal – their falling lastBlooms of spring colors in seeding blossom Day to day footsteps of your echoing highThru the green foliage to the road aheadSpring of a circle flavor never to dieAll its tinctured shadings that ligeh as bled Each love‘s reason to come and be awakeAs the days of season new bouguets make Peter S. Quinn


Nocturnal Dreans My love have you found your destiny wayThe whispering winds are playing all aroundNothing in a dream forever shall stayAll is in the freshly summer now foundDreams that gathered longings of the gone pastTrials of today for a gold still to comeRivers of eternal – their falling lastBlooms of spring colors in seeding blossom Day to day footsteps of your echoing highThru the green foliage to the road aheadSpring of a circle flavor never to dieAll its tinctured shadings that life as bled Each love‘s reason to come and be awakeAs the days of season new bouquets make Peter S. Quinn


Nocturnal Imaginings (From,134 Picture Poems) nocturnal imaginingsliquid air realitythe unseen junglein the head soft vines of desirebuzzes with encroachmentand flits Peter S. Quinn


Nocturne Try to find meInside the forestWhere songs will beAt their best The shivering leavesOf autumns goingThe yearning believesOf earth in glowing Try to find meIn the river's wavesWhere songs will beIn slowly paves All is for loveOn the tinctured rowThe feeling's true ofWhat now must go Try to find meIn clouds drifting byWhere songs will beIn the deep blue sky In to our dreamsOf the deep unknownWhere everything seemsOf its very own Take me to songsInside the forestOf farewell sing-alongsIn parting dressed Peter S. Quinn


Nokkrar Haust Hæku Stemmingar (From, Nokkur NyÍslensk Smáljó?) Hausti? er komi?aftur gul rau?brúnt laufi?- eitt, tvö, ?rjú, falla ~*~ Flugunum fækkarein og ein kemst ?ó inn enn- fyrir veturinn ~*~ Í haustvindinumeru laufin svo fögur- enn?á er allt grænt ~*~ Fuglarnir syngjafallega söngva sumars- nokkra daga enn ~*~ Lei?in er ?öguleftir gangstígum laufsins- ?a? skrjáfar a?eins ~*~ Kyrr?in hvarvetnaeftir sumarblí?una- nú falla rau? lauf ~*~ Vatnsdropi fellur


úr krana um hljó?a nótt- endurómandi ~*~ Tíminn sem eilífurí hljó?ri næturkyrr?inni- senn er vetur hér ~*~ Hver dagur sem ferkemur aldrei hér aftur- samt er haust komi? *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Nokkrar Haust Hækur (Few Autumn Haiku InIcelandic) Hausti? er komi?aftur gul rau?brúnt laufi?-eitt, tvö, ?rjú, falla ~*~ Flugunum fækkarein og ein kemst ?ó inn enn-fyrir veturinn ~*~ Í haustvindinumeru laufin svo fögur-enn?á er allt grænt ~*~ Fuglarnir syngjafallega söngva sumars-nokkra daga enn ~*~ Lei?in er ?öguleftir gangstígum laufsins-?a? skrjáfar a?eins ~*~ Kyrr?in hvarvetnaeftir sumarblí?una-nú falla rau? lauf ~*~ Vatnsdropi fellur


úr krana um hljó?a nótt-endurómandi ~*~ Tíminn sem eilífurí hljó?ri næturkyrr?inni-senn er vetur hér ~*~ Hver dagur sem ferkemur aldrei hér aftur-samt er haust komi? Peter S. Quinn


North Star North Star North StarI'm following your glowYou're glistening afarLike footsteps in snowSoon winter's comingWith its treasures foundFrosty roses bloomingIn crystals icy sound Dreams of night flyingFor the day to longRoad to future´s cryingIn its chanting songEvery day has a reasonTo walk away to findBeauty of each seasonThat day's left behind Thru Dance of the mistUnder starry falling skyDreams of past have kissedEach glisten bonding tieSoon flowers will fallIn fall's yellow-brown redFor beauties forever callOnto time's living bed Peter S. Quinn


Northern Planets (From,134 Picture Poems) northern planetsbeyond touch time like cloudschanging heaven's look in star lightsfrom moon to sun Peter S. Quinn


Not A Drifter By No Means Not a drifter by no meansClean I'll come and go,Follow whatever convenesThat onto my hours grow;There isn't a place or purposeThat gets stuck up for long,It comes just as it goesLike a refrain in a song. Drift like clouds into dawnBe there with the light first,White winged feathered swanThat brightly minutes thirst;The coming of the hourThat has no others before,To be there in all its dowerAnd open up others door. Not a drifter but a dreamerThat gives away a thought,A long way cloudlet steamerLike deep hidden oceanaut;With its waves and billowsThat come and drift to shore,What else who then knowsFor there is so much more. Peter S. Quinn


Not A Lament O love! O you! O I!On whose dreams shall not die,Our futures bright like a shining star;With its glory to give and reaching high!Yes - true, near and afar! Inside is hope to findAnd leave darkness behind:Those profound of the deep and its wounded scar,Shall lose its feeling and new ones find;Yes - true, as we both are! Peter S. Quinn


Not In Mensa (Discrimination? ; -) Shakespeare was not in MensaNeither was little WillieBut there were stubborn ClemensaAnd Joachim the silly John Keats was not in MensaNeither was Lily DillyBut there were Methuselah HenzaAnd Billie Hillbilly Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Nothing is really newall is in its old,memories and youall the hours could hold. Dreams in their glowingof days going by,all comes around in goingbefore it says goodbye. Nothing is never to beonly a dream for you,like an autumn treewith leaves so few. We just hold onwhile the days open up,so much of life is gonemerry go round none stop. Nothing this day isthough fresh in its air,moment's of going blissall or nothing everywhere. Day by day going throughsummer still shading,nothing is really newin these times fading. Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Comes Easy Nothing comes easyThe world is a big placeA little bit breezyAnd a little bit of graceColors in the daytimeAnd star shines in the nightEmotions in their primeLove songs in high flight Right or wrong alwaysWith everything to allureThe moods of shadow graysAnd misty clouds in blurFlights of gone yesterdaysAnd futures coming soonEverything in intimate playsLike the shining of the moon Nothing comes too fastAlways working in slow motionRolling down the pastThrough its timeless oceansYou and I playfully onWith all our expectationsTill the day to end is doneIn all its lovely temptations Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Comes From Nothing I wanted to sayDreams are ripping awayWith every longing that's doneInto its forgetfulness goneLike a wave of our dreamsIn its haze drifting byWhere every dreaming seemsIn their lost of each try Nothing comes from nothingWhen there is no one to careSo much into its bluffingFrom nowhere to nowhereDon’t try to be yours onlyWith none else around tooBecause you'll become so lonelyWhen there is only you I wanted to let you knowNothing comes without senseThere is only what will goIf you give it a long last chanceLike the billows are risingFrom the sea of far outNothing comes as surprisingIn its way and it's about Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Compares To You Nothing compares to youMy heart and dayYou are the deep sky blueYou are my way Night of the coming stillDreams on its wingsEvery new mornings fulfillAll that anew sings Raindrops with its sorrowsGlow in the night darkFutures and its tomorrowsWay in away to spark Love in each turning playHours that come and goA love that cannot stayMemories like a glow You are my love and allWings of my further flightWhen I do get my callInto the starry night All hours in moment's stillMorning of a new returnTreasures of love to fulfillFrom the deep my yearn Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Forever Is Waiting Nothing forever is waitingNone will be forever the sameSo much of hurt's debatingBurning up its living flame You and I stuck in its livingWith everything falling apartNothing in return from its givingClose to its coldness and heart Nothing forever in returnEverything falls to its earthFeelings out wither and burnFrom its morning of birth Love is a love to be brokenWandering ways in its flightSome not meant to be spokenWords from a dream that hide Nothing keeps still for promiseEverything goes to its pastThoughts of a dream and a wishThat once was in height bombast You and I motivating our whileFilling its emptiness on spotAll within texture and styleFor what we in talent have got Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Here Comes Easy Nothing here comes easyFor everything is on its go,Temperament times breezy,Just like a morning glow. Times they are a changingEverything is coming new,Latest thoughts rearrangingWhen it's an occasion to do. You and I are still standingIn all this new and the past,Our own steps there blendingThrough its display and cast. Times they are all here goingInto the forgotten on days,Memories still though glowingEvery their poles apart ways. Nothing here's ever on lastingTimes are just what they are,Bringing out different castingEach one with its lucky star. Centuries go and are comingOpportunities finding their way,Some are in fortune and boomingTo assemble their destiny day. Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is For Ever More (From The 'Upside Down') Nothing is for ever moreOnly to the hours madeWhat days have inside store?In memories are later playedYou may feel this thoughtNot to be true at allBefore to time it’s broughtThrough ever moments thrall Sunshine is not like rainThey are of a different kindJust like each singular reignThose lives sometimes findYou are so much of youIn the same way as I am meGiving your thoughts trueAnd setting each target free Though please remember thisTime is with few hoursOld becomes each new wishLike the seeds from flowersYoung we all start outIn finding our true goalsLife is so much this aboutParts and our dissimilar roles Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is For Sure I've been loved and I've been forgottenAll in a single year at life's own stakeMemories of roads not often in life troddenAll in its future's own pleasurable awake Life's not for sure for everything's for its tryAs being is neither wrong nor is it rightLike a newborn thing that is starting to flyOnto the morning before it goes to night Nothing is for sure in its own time and playAll is a wakeup to the futures onward callFor living is a walking on in reality's wayEither winter to spring or summer to fall Dreams in your daydreams some for evermoreEach on its waves to a different hope of shore Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is Forever Glowing night of darkInto the going apartGlistening starry sparkGiving feeling to heartTimes ever on turningOn new thoughts flyingLike horizon red burningOnto their afar dying Dreams never to sayAll is forever in echoesTomorrow from day to dayLike afar on its glowHere my heart is feelingIn this of winter deepFutures to past concealingNothing forever to keep Why is all going away?Never returning here backDay of new air to playLost in its turning trackLove that I had from oldFlowers I picked in pastHours to night unfoldNothing´s forever to last Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is Forever In Longing We could be in a lonesome songFeeling the night coming clearGive what we have seen and longWith everything from inside dear Nothing is forever in longingOnly footsteps away it'll beLike bell-clocks are ding-dongingSo shall our heart beats come free I believe in nothing but sweet romanceComing to take way each pretendingLove with its opportunity chancingEverything of tomorrow’s hope spending Let me just come because I’m achingYours to take to bring body and soulThe pleasures within just makingBe everything that I now can needSomething that never grows old'Inside from your heart love could read Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is Like A Feeling (From, Poet On Www) Every love is like a song,We feel it in so deep;For love I say and love I long,Inside of me forever to keep. What is out with the dark and the dim,Flying around and shadows making;What can be said to the cherubim,That in his heart is passion akin.Row row my love never go,You are a part of a song in my heart;All you could say in my soul to glow,You are my desire - from end to start. Give me my love forever,Nothing is like a feeling like this;You may be a fool you maybe clever,But only love is not merely a wish.Give me a song that grows higher,From the clouds that go away;I'd be faking and called a liar,If feelings like this i only could play. Every love burns and burns,Though noting is taken to keep;Every moment each way it turns,You either are awake or sleep. Oceans are deep forever more,Filled with billows that move and go;Love is the way of that I'm sure,We need to see we need to know.Fighting for themes that never come,What is the purpose to be mistaken;We need our cause we need our freedom,If love shall in our heart be awaken. Give me my love forever,Nothing is like a feeling like this;


You may be a fool you maybe cleaver,But only love is not merely a wish.Give me a song that grows higher,From the clouds that go away;I'd be faking and called a liar,If nothing comes tomorrow from lost yesterdays. Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is New Just Old Nothing is new just old,Full of feelings there too;Try to catch and then hold,What is in the heart true.Maybe ways are different,Left somewhere behind;For everything is abhorrent,That isn't to trust consigned. Nothing is new to me,It has been there before;Just need a time to see,I would to it all forswore.Just like the day is light,Flying to evenings long;There is a moment of flight,In every new tune or song. Bring in those feelings all,That came with ways to hold;Each one is there for a call,With a story to tell or enfold.Just like the night is so dark,With stars in faraway sky;Come to a heart and hark,Before moments say goodbye. Nothing is new just old,Full of feelings there too;Try to catch and then hold,What is in your heart true. Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is New Or Old There is time to go and beIn fashionable ways that sparkEvery love is not always freeFrom inside their ways of dark A dream that is a fantasyAnd feelings sometime lowYesterdays in their turning’s beAs all contemplation will go They shall come and bring vimNothing is new or oldAs drift on their way will swimThe futures tomorrow hold Black oceans deep in fearsEverything heads to its driftWe have only moments in yearsIn its endlessly going on shift Days are in contrasting walkAll is of time and in emotionHesitates ways and their talkThrough every flow of potion Inside this sphere of realityHope is forever to prosper moreIn this endless variety symphonyThat comes to each open shore Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is Of Reality Nothing is of realityOnly a dream state of mindSomething to set to seeWhat the eye catches and findBrought through a strife and strainWearing itself aboutGoing inside our vainPutting somewhere its doubt Closeness like farawayYou are to me just a faceLongings for day and a dayWhat to the mind spoils and playsBroken into the differenceCrumbles and burns throughWho knows its true existenceExcept the night and sky blue Rain comes to fall and spinsWith raindrops like polystyreneWhere does cloud wet beginsWhy does red night sky burn?Listen to the wind and its goAs it turns around and aroundWinter is now in its new glowLost in the dark to be found Closeness like farawayYou are to me just a faceLongings for day and a dayWhat to the mind spoils and playsYesterdays came to go outCracking away gravity dreamsBackside in memory aboutBlow through the turning streams Nothing is of realityOnly a dream state of mindSomething to set to see


What the eye catches and findBrought through a strife and strainWearing itself aboutGoing inside our vainPutting somewhere its doubt Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is Really New (From Lullabies) Nothing is really newOnly the old side by sideComing as sky clear blueOr like the stars that glideYesterday’s gone to memoriesWith everything it has doneYou still hold to believesTo carry its thoughts on Things that you hold dearNever shall go awayDoesn’t matter time or yearInside your heart it’ll stayNothing is too perfectOutside these ordinary daysSome instants we might rejectSuch are the purposes and ways Life is to get here alongShare what you want to shareNothing is really wrongDreams come true everywhereYou have your needs to fillListen to what they areDecide on what you willVision is like a wishing star Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Is Standing Still Nothing is standing stillOnly the dreams that goHours of something willDepart in its flowSomething to lose or passWords over definitionWhatever it really wasIt's gone in its transmission Harness of the looseLike brickstones in a wallThe oracularity adduceIn its stepwise fallBetween fragment and proseBrought back their relationAnything that goesMoment's causation Performances to formsA window against open skyMixed up with normsAnd asking every whyAgain and again betweenSomething over meaningThat needs still to be seenIn its begin convening • In memory of Frank Zappa Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Matters Only Your Heart Nothing matters only your heart and believeThe truth lies hidden in the ashes of timeSummer and autumn shall all past their primeOn to the ocean of the forgotten weaveQuestions get rough and even get there lostWhile tunneling through each notion of wayEmotions of the heart stir on and playWith every love that might get there crossed Obscure like gravel the secrets are revealedInto their time of silences fallingDreams that are like horses from chariot unsealedWhen reality to their sleep is callingLeaves of their summer on to the autumnFollowing footsteps through secrecy strum Peter S. Quinn


Nothing New Always some time for nothing newJust a little light shine in a cloudIn strawberry fields there's much to doFor the going and coming crowdEverything is moving into its ownDrifting away perhaps to be foundFutures new ways to the past flownAll the lost minutes' together mound Mysteries deep of the sky and blueWhat is the purpose of this whole?Why is this shown to only the few?What good can it be for each soul?A heart is so strange with its loveGiving passion and taking it awayDrifting in feelings like a cloud aboveSome will though always inside stay Wings overheated will never flyThey will just try till tired and doneWe are unseated until we both dieAnd into darkness our hours are goneClose to something love is at stakeShining its light into the deep hoodBringing back trust to give and takeAll is not lost in the absinthes wood Always some time for nothing newJust a little light shine in a cloudIn strawberry fields there's much to doFor the going and coming crowdWhat will tomorrow's destiny wakeWith existent for everyone to shareAt its stage a feature and a new takeSomething so untouched some so dare Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Of Hope Is Sure Bring in your hope here inWhere breath is still full of lifeLove is either to lose or winInside its daily strifeNothing of hope is sureFor moments are only betweenWhat the future has in storeIs still here to be seen Suffocating modern societyWith fatal beat of its thoughtGives a tasteless style freeThat fashion alone has broughtEvery spasm of the newIs not all what you needSo much not seen throughA one way easy street view Come into world of unknownWaves to tide every dreamRising to high and lowNot everything there seem Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Should Be Drifting (From, To Oscar) The day is here to be for it's gone,And all the time I had will go away;There is no denying or even defying,For time will come soon another day.Take my burden for the sun comes up,We should be here for each other only;All things are set up much to serious,I'm feeling proud but likewise lonely. Nothing should be drifting,Good times bring them from strain;Nothing should be drifting,No things must start in vain.Nothing should be shifting,Good times bring them - be fain,I'm worried about you again. Love is like an ongoing lost road,With to and fro driving to your heart;Some are quite easy others queasy,I don't know when or where to start.All is in the planing and the game,Counting on the feelings that are there;Just bring everything a little closer,And I will be in the right atmosphere. Nothing should be drifting,Good times bring them from strain;Nothing should be drifting,No things must start in vain.Nothing should be shifting,Good times bring them - be fain,I'm worried about you again. If there is a moment in space,That brings two close as one;Let it now be turning its ways,So we can have some more fun.


Nothing should be drifting,Good times bring them from strain;Nothing should be drifting,No things must start in vain.Nothing should be shifting,Good times bring them - be fain,I'm worried about you again. Peter S. Quinn


Nothing Will Come To Stay (From, The River SingsOn) Days are going one by oneTo the past - in a hasteBefore you know they are all goneAnd your life brought to a wasteTime has never been wonLike a sunbeam - how it fliesAll of today will be abandonNothing will stand in anywise Meaning to share yesterdaysDetermined to be destroyedMirror's reality turning waysFutures not for long convoyedFinding a meaning in the daysAs they go through to an endTo and fro their interlude playsSome we will truly apprehend New will become soon too oldEverything is taken awayNothing of a circustent to holdJust as it must go todayInvent some invigorating to beginA thought that'll appliqueBefore it's there time will unpinNothing will come to stay Peter S. Quinn


Nóttin Dimma Rau? Svört Nóttin dimma rau? svörtá torginu valta skuggarinn á öngstrætióravegu frá lífinuódreymandióravegu frá brei?strætum. ?ú og ?eir eru fjarrænir núlangt frá bylgjóttum draumumallavega litumsem ekki er frásagnarvertsem um höfu? lí?auns draumar fölna. Nóttin skuggsæla kyrrame? va?andi tungl í skyjumbylgjandi tálmyndirúr höf?um ókunnar rakarlí?ur um andartaki?örstutta eilíf?. Dagurinn opnar dyrinn í hellandi geislasem eru enn grunsamlega nærrikyrrlátu rökkrinu sem enn varir?ótt draumurinn affja?ristvængjum sínum fleygum. Aftur um stund. Peter S. Quinn


Now (A Song) Now the night is hereday becomes dark everywhere,winter dusk growingsunshine and autumn going. Now there's song of fallleaves declining withering white,nighttime dreams then callin shimmering star shine light. Now dreams are comingwith its whitish frosty windows,outside breeze hummingmelodies of dimness and glows. Now earth is sleepingin its layered whitish snowfall,blossoms seeds keepinguntil again new spring will call. Now all is lonelyin darkness of night and days,what shall come to betomorrow knows only its ways. Peter S. Quinn


Now 2 Now is the night,in its dark dream wing;only starry lighton its eternal pearly string.Follow your dreams,be you and be true;light in faraway seemscoming to my windows through. Now is the night,dreams in their darkish way;gleams of old lightthat once was another day.Follow your heart,find out what is true;somewhere a reason will startin certainty on to you. Now is the night,from another day gone;pleasures of yesterday's flightcarry those memories on.Follow your desiresthrough a world that's changing;reach for dreams higherwhat tomorrow is arranging. Peter S. Quinn


Now Autumn Is Falling To the evening where love´s now goingFrom shadows falling and dancing awayWhere night comes again in winter's playWith its icily frosty on glowingNow autumn is falling with shading's apartOn to the road with yellow brown leavesAnd thoughts in time's longings and deep grievesThose come from inside of a lonely heart Daydreams to nighttime like glowing red skiesFilling the moments with thoughts of the pastEvery hour like flicker flames that diesIn to the drifting of old summer's castWhat shall tomorrow then bring us instead?After those moments that autumn has bled (Today I’ve been reading some lyrics by Lorenz Hart, from ‘The Complete Lyricsof Lorenz Hart’; Hart wrote about 500-600 lyrics and was called the Poet ofBroadway.) Peter S. Quinn


Now Autumn Is Here Today Now autumn is here todayIn its colorful leaves fallingIn every outside breezy playBefore the cold is here callingMemories that summer gaveAre filling the shades onIn outside dance misbehaveThat soon into dark is gone Everything is going lonelyOn to earth’s winter landInto their dreams onlyFor old views to understandTurning the their gold to redTinctured dances pavilionWhere there are roses in bedSoon in winter there are none Now autumn is shading inDancing in shading’s glowWith every dream colorful spinFrom yellow red until its snowPleasures to give and takeA morning so sweet and strangeFrom pastures blossoms’ awakeThose colors in mature arrange Peter S. Quinn


Now Come… Now come to the garden of the placesWhere the days have all gone in to the lostAnd every of their lovable gracesGo into the differences there tossedPlaces of dispute and opposite warsDownfall of gladness - a sorrowful skyWhere love is nowhere only deep wounded scarsAnd each of your friends must perish and die Battles on blood fields that never take endPainfulness ways - expecting new gloryTo give to its mission and scarifiesWith the hatred to parade and comprehendHeartless crises to different storiesBroken down prospect where tomorrow dies Peter S. Quinn


Now Comes Sweet Night (A Song) Now comes sweet nightOn to the darkish deepWith every starry lightHours of dream to keep Now comes the hour stillIn to your heart to dwellWith some to fulfillThat I cannot now tell Now is the dreamy hourWhere the stars shall fallEndlessly glisten showerFrom Milky Way enthrall Now is the deep and darkOn to a glowing moonWith its shine bluish sparkUntil the daybreak soon While we together areIn with our sleepy layThere is a falling starTwinkling in Milky Way Giving us newly dreamsTo have and go on byWhere those wishful beamsCome through the night sky Peter S. Quinn


Now Day Is In Its Middle Bright Now day is in its middle brightOf working and its beingSoon comes a turn a close with nightAnd every dream then freeingOh how the time is going byIn its wonderment and turningClearing blue and dim on highAs we in thoughts are yearning O song of the night be stillIn their starry falling waysWhen dreams come in to fulfillMy reality hours of the graysThey burn on bright the farawayAnd clever some really they areThough only here until new dayWith a bright shining of a star And as my thoughts go on a driftTo find new ways in their hookingSome others old my heart to liftAnd bring new turns in lookingFor every hour is holding tightTo what it brought in explainingIn search on ways a newer lightThat each my thought is training Peter S. Quinn


Now Give Away To Dreams Now give away to dreamsThat never came to you,For reality there seemsTo be so quite untrue;As the day becomes nightAnd the night darker still,The shadows grow in flightAnd minutes and hours fill. Now give away your thoughtYou have nothing to gain,For all has been soughtAnd it was all in vain;You have a spirit onlyAnd all else is forgotten,This walk is quiet lonelyWith the road flowers rotten. Now give away and sleepFor future it shall come,And what of value keepThe struggle and its bloom;Who will then know it's wayIf you have never found,Its morning and new dayTo make and be astound. Peter S. Quinn


Now Hear The Love Now hear the loveAs the wind comesFrom clouds aboveOn wintry bloomsNow hear their singingTheir memory songThat earth's bringingFor a heart to long All of its truthWhen days grow darkFrom summers youthAnd colors sparkIts wonders glowThat gave so muchIn new mornings flowAnd summer day's touch Now hear new daysWhen the dark is deepIn its dim and graysWhen life does sleepFor all moments goTo somewhere and sorrowWithout its growOr a new tomorrow For death comes hereAnd breaks lives tiesIn moments everywhereWhen a loved one diesAnd nothing's foreverThat once was allOf love bound togetherIn summer glows and fall Now hear the loveThat is no moreBut drift clouds above


To another shoreWhen you have lostThe dearest and oneTo death has crossedAnd now is gone Peter S. Quinn


Now Here Again Is Spring The day is now in sun highAnd everything its pleasureFrom winter's footfall tryOf dark and frost erasure Now morning comes in glowAnd glory songs of lifeBefore there were in snowThe footsteps of our strife Now here again is springSo full of life and greenFrom under winter's wingThat only gloom had seen And every while is now funOf much light and flowersFor darkness deep’s on runIn every new coming hours The yesterdays of sprung deepIn all its gray and darkAre now whiles in joys sweepWith joy and light to spark Come spring and sing againWith delight of life new bornAnd let old winter be in vainWith its loneliness outworn Peter S. Quinn


Now I'M Going Away Now I'm going away awayLonesome heart along the roadI've meet my night todayAnd my heart’s between a loadI tell you a storyFull of sadden new and boldThere are no hearts of gloryOnly those that have some gold I have given much to timeBut the dark is still thick betweenOutside in it icily rimeThere’s nothing much to be seenOnly love that’s gone wrongFull of nothing to doIn my dark and lonesome songI have tried to make up to you Now I'll sing and go awayFill my heart with lonesome tuneMeet my future in its grayNowhere to be reached anytime soonThere is love inside this deepFull of heartbeats ticking strongHours gone yours to keepNothing more from here to long Peter S. Quinn


Now Is New April (Haiku) reviving forestspring days are coming again- now is new April Peter S. Quinn


Now Is The Day There was loneliness on the streetGiving so much of its lostFilling pages of much empty readSheets turned and tossedBirds are coming back to every treeAs the summer is neighborly glowingSomething to do and give tenderlyAfter gloomy winter snowing So much to confess and try outWith the wings of the days that are comingTalking to someone so much aboutAs every window is bloomingPain confidently be kept awayFilling just yesterdays’ woesNow is the day of the new summer dayFrom every shadow that goes Peter S. Quinn


Now Is Time Of The Dark Run to the distances dreams of the 'effloresce'Now is the time of the dark turning waysPruning around into molded dim claysThe sweep of the going and turning transgressEach of its own boundary fluoresceThat came with the sundown of tide swaysAll the many effect of recollect hazeCauseways to the winter in its progress Gentle wind swirl now up the old foliageOf times gone by with their tender touchSerenely shades those once were fresh and newIn to the cold riverbed reflecting stageBrash ice flowing water in time's crisp clutchWhen low temper sensations once more renew Peter S. Quinn


Now Isn'T It Sweet Isn'T It Great (From, Lost SongPoems) Now isn't it sweet isn't it greatAll things how they are going,Fragrance is not a hour too lateIn with the wind that's blowing;How must it be all that I knowFeelings that flames are burning,I'm like the seed that on must growWithout away here turning. There is my love in a new songWaiting to know what to do,Who has it where does it belongMy love that I once gave to you;Turning way another directionEverything's going to the rust,We have to know in every inspectionWhom we shall follow and trust. Now isn't it sweet when we know allFollow the right from the wrong,When we are there bent to a callKnowing a weak from a strong;You are what I have each of my wayRising from dawn to an evening,What it's worth in a single dayWhen I feel as good as a king. Peter S. Quinn


Now No One Will Listen To Songs Now no one will listen to songsIf they are still singing of yesterdaysWith full pages the aged belongsThose dusty old roads of gone graysDull are their birds and there voidRemembering times of down shonePulse and their beats once enjoyedInto times thick ticking it's all flownLike beats that were of imperiumProfiles have gone to their courseStrength of the forgotten deliriumInto the pages now write its sourceDark gnawed breath counterpaneWords we could cherish once moreStories that inside the books reignGiving life as many times before Like water that's running its destinyLife will not ask you questionsEverything comes just to memoryFrom pages of different suggestionsAnd nobody but the future will knowThe stories now inside these booksBehind them the ocean waves flowDrifting to and fro - fate's hooks… Peter S. Quinn


Now Sing Now sing to the dark night and ongoing dayFill every moment with its new-fangled flowSo rivers of feeling shall come there and goAnd carry their weight in its fluffy on playSoundless of winter in grayness and coldAll within thoughts of its darkish dim moodsNorthern lights shimmer in glowing of goldEach of its soft twilight's interludesMoments so fair in the summer new yearGenerous colors thru fragrance and shadePleasures of being from tender heart and airEach of their moments like forever are madeTimes like dreams in quietness and laughterWith all that in memories comes after Peter S. Quinn


Now Spring Is Ending Now spring is endingBecause summer is hereIn all its blendingOf colorings fair The dreams of flowersFrom day to dayIn the bouquets hoursOf tinctures play Now spring is blendingAlways more and moreTo the shades wendingThat June has in store Of the new reactionAnd the days more brightOf emotions all attractionIn the coming light For blue new skyThat makes us avowedIn each days tryOf fresh and the wowed This heart of lifeThat gives the pleasureThru enduring rifeOf times true treasure Peter S. Quinn


Now Summer Is Here Now summer is hereFor a while,With birdsSinging in the trees;EveryoneWith a sun shining smile,After the winter's coldAnd freeze. I hope you'll haveA good time too,While flowersAre all around;For it is alwaysIn the world so true,When depression gets lostHappiness is found. Peter S. Quinn


Now Summer Is Here (From, Lead Sheets In July2008) Now summer is hereWith moments fair and brightBeautiful weather in the airAnd hope around everywhereA happy time togetherWith something new to singIt couldn't become betterThen again what these days bringThe hours are coming clearWith blossoms growing wideSo much of pleasures nearAnd everywhere abideWith lovely days of July nowAny love could become trueAnd open up wishes somehowMaking them again bright newNow summer is hereWith beautiful gardens aroundAnd fragrances in the airThat nowhere else is found Peter S. Quinn


Now The Day Is Dark Now the day is darkFor winter's comingBlossom bluish sparkMoon above is booming Morning hours are goingInto night and sleepDreamy ways glowingBreezy blows them keep Now the day is fallingDarkish profound wayAngels of sleep calling:Here comes winter's day Frosty flower silversEverything is quiescentAs nighttime deliversWhat for dark's meant Life is now sleepingIn the times of yoreMy memories are keepingAll their gone lore Oh much I'm in sorrowFor my departed missingI hope new tomorrowVivid times be kissing Peter S. Quinn


Now The Night Is Calling Now the night is callingThru the dreams going byAnd times footsteps are fallingTo openness of each tryLongings are still in heartWith their wandering waysAll the filling of day’s rampartAs it participate in and plays Now you have its alloyageIn everything you will knowBefore its times voyagePining that then might goBreaking their rules in weighingWhat it is they got to tellAll the times in each sayingThat meets its sliding morel Now you have been tryingTo fill the moments lostThough time is still all flyingIn getting scattered and tossedLonging of each the sameNothing comes to further touchAll is in its seconds tameAnd is bountiful in so much Peter S. Quinn


Now The Night Is In Now the night is inFull of lull lullabyIn its shadowy spinAnd dark night sky Every hour is of darkGoing on endlesslyTill the morning sparkAnd the light is free Dreams of drift and playAll the easy on flowAt the early of the dayThat comes up now slow Every hour is of darkGoing on endlesslyTill the morning sparkAnd the light is free Now the night is inDarkish deep and grayMany shadowy sinOn their dance and lay Dreams of drift and playAll the easy on flowAt the early of the dayThat comes up now slow Peter S. Quinn


Now The Summer Is Here Now the summer is hereAnd the sky has lost its gray,There are flowers everywhereOn this beautiful sunshine day;I have been walking in the warmthWith fragrances and freshness in air,Life is beginning to show its charmFor us all to enjoy and share. Every house is full of life,Every church bell rings out loud,Because enjoyment has arrivedWith its growing all about;People walking on every lane,Children starting with their play,After winters frost and strainLife has begun to find its way. Now the summer is back hereAnd the sky has lost its gray,There are flowers everywhereOn this beautiful sunshine day;Winter with all its snow and dampThat kept me so low and downAnd with all its cold and cramp,In happier times has now drowned. Peter S. Quinn


Now The Time Is Night Now the time is nightTo the days comingOn to dream deep flightTones of future hummingWind is in the rainAs drops keep fallingSilences to entertainIn their echoes calling Softly thru the treesGleam is glimpsing thruHours of rediscoveriesThoughts for me and youIn the ways of darknessAll is here moving onWinter leafless starknessNovember is now gone Flying on wings of deepSwaying tree shadowsNothing in dawn to keepOf its now shining glowsMorrow might come easyWith its chilliness feelFor outside is so breezyAs chance turns its wheel Wind is in the rainAs drops keep fallingSilences to entertainIn their echoes callingGaping is the hour goingEmbracing the far awayGlimpse on sky glowingAs night meets new day Peter S. Quinn


Now There Is Love Everywhere You Go Now there is love everywhere you go,Let the dreams come and let them glow;Heart is a way onto its truly own,Whatever you into it have sown.Now there is love drifting there to grow,Feelings so tender you don't really know;Everything in you affectionate grown,All that's here while you are not alone. Beautiful ways into the unknown,Ever today, tomorrow, future;Everywhere the wind has blown,And the musing's wings flutter. Now there is love bringing you through,Giving a hope that time will renew;Heart will not stay if it has flown,You are the one who gives it the tone.Now there is love soon it may leave,Give it your touch into its breve;There is a way that will depone,Nothing is certain and will be enthrone. Beautiful ways into the unknown,Ever today, tomorrow, future;Everywhere the wind has blown,And the musing's wings flutter. Peter S. Quinn


Now This Year Is Leaving Now this year is leaving for recollectionIts courses together in clouds and sunshineEach time in its flowing and reflectionThose quarters which passion made to consignWith moon glows in the twinkling darkish nightOr summer in daybreak's uprising new dayThese blossoms of color through indistinct lightMinutes of ways - those carry on and play Each carnation of approaching fresh verveIn to the deep of ocean´s streets of timeWhere it will touch and memories conserveThe flowing epoch of its own way and primeLike diamonds together life contrasting feelSome were of fantasies other quite real *To everyone, Happy New Year and best of luck…I admire you all for what you are, peace is with you always…Peter Peter S. Quinn


Now Those Times Are Here Again (From Minutes OfFalling Days) Now those times are here againWhen the days will become darkerAnd in the hearts of various menYesterdays shall become sparker When the snow will fall and glowBringing chilliness and holidaysAs each month to darkness will goIn the glisten down falling glaze When the snow is back in hereSilvery white on a frozen earthFor now this time’s coming nearWith its mistletoes and mirth With its snow-white cold iceBracing windows in a frosty roseMorning dark and twilight skiesWhen on treetops cold wind blows Peter S. Quinn


Now, Here Comes The Sun Now, here comes the sun:A beautiful new born day,Gleaming up the bay! Clouds are drifting by,As daybreak wakens the sky,And dreams away fly! Ocean was asleep,And all the obscure dark deep,Day, night away sweep! The water is clam,As day rises from its palm,Earth greets you: salaam! At the horizon,A new silvery winged swan:Early hours of dawn! Now, day is born new,With plenty of things do to,Worth thought and value! Peter S. Quinn


Now, You Come Here Now you come hereWith your smilesAnd lips to steerMy thoughtful whilesThe footsteps longTurned into forgetfulnessOf its lonely songAnd doldrums of regretfulness Each move you makeThat gives time realWill counter up wakeAnd make me feelLike this and thatThis departed long agoEmotions like a diplomatThat nowhere now show Now you come hereWith your smilesAnd lips to steerMy thoughtful whiles Now you come hereBut the inside's moved outOur love is light yearFrom where it was once aboutNothing more to outlayOnly to show remorseLonely tunes to playOff their right course There is no time - for another mistakeThe stakes are too high for ache (A jazz pop song written in the spirit of John Legend…)


Peter S. Quinn


Now... Dreams are in their glowingFaraway tomorrow and todayEvery leaf's yellow brown showingBefore long there´s winter to play Yesterday was easy from startFilling moments with their greenGiving complex pulses to my heartIn every feeling that's between Now there is progress in shadingFilling every instant with a glowAs the breezy wind is upgradingIn the morning hours of its go Remember everything of summer newAs days are clearing to coldOnce there was sunshine coming thruWith times of happiness manifold Now there is this autumn love songWith its many colors bleachingDreams that were once coming strong Now to oblivion they are reachingNow there is a feeling full to longAll that comes from inside teaching Peter S. Quinn


Nowhere Hours - Sonnet Nowhere hours are always here some in betweenFlowing easy in their going on the dayWhat remains steadfastly or to be seenIn the dripping thought from each coming playThe eagerness in what you can really doIn taking all together those never matchFrom the conviction and how it goes throughIn its honesty and tenderness touch Every saying is not always quite trueThere is other things fire imaginationWith its touching in black and white dots fewLike photographs in their combinationYou have everything to bring and doubtThat it is which goes in honesty about Peter S. Quinn


Nowhere Is Somewhere (From, The River Sings On) There is a song in my heartFor each day that comes newThe feelings of love for a startFor the both of me and youNowhere is somewhere betweenTogether for love alwaysSomething of touch that can't be seenMorning and coming days You and I have the freshest to giveEvery sense that we know now ofThere's a reason for love now to liveAll the days and the sky here aboveBring to love every reason you knowGive every joy to the moments that areNow the winter will come with snowAnd more glows will be in every star Nowhere is somewhere betweenTogether for love alwaysSomething of touch that can't be seenMorning and coming daysBring every way to the time that's hereGive every joy to the moments nowFeelings and senses are everywhereAnd we will manage them somehow All has been said and done for sureAnd there is no turning backOur love is the best way to cureWhat has gone lost on our trackEverything comes after a whileWith reasons and feelings insideJust give it your plentiful smileAnd all things that are good will abide Nowhere is somewhere betweenTogether for love alwaysSomething of touch that can't be seen


Morning and coming days Peter S. Quinn


Nowhere Man No 2 Reach for the distant,the faraway ageless glow-where you'll go one day! Fly oh fly timeless,creations of our moments- with spring in your eyes. To the new morningof unborn continuance- where seeds of time grow. Dance dance timeless rain,water's reminiscences- where all life is from. Nowhere man I'm here,starting out again freshly- from yesteryear seeds. Peter S. Quinn


Nowhere To Go (From New Waves To The Shore) Nowhere to go right nowOnly to whisper soft wordsWe shall come here back somehowWith our lonesome flirtsYesterdays gave their eveningIn their dark and in whiteLet me hear you beautiful singingJust like a luminous steering light All we have underneath the skinSinking our thoughts to dryLove songs and lines to fill inAsking some questions of whyWaves that are going here throughLike emotions from the airBoth of us to the very renewDrifting to places from here Keep me thinking for pleasuresThat might hide here insideTracking of longings erasuresThroughout the moments must guideYou are my anchor of epochSomething that holds me and fillsEvaluating out tide’s clockPhotograph motions and stills Peter S. Quinn


Nú (From, Nokkur Ny Íslensk Smáljó?) Nú fjalli? stendur eitt í snjátundurskorinna klettafarlæg?ir hafa farlægst auga?inn í frost og vetur Nú myrkri? er bró?ir ?innog stjörnubjört nóttinumvefur au?nir brekkunnarsem eitt sinn var í blómaskrú?a *Soon to be translated to English, and put in lines here below. Peter S. Quinn


Nú Eru Dagar Dimmir nú eru dagar dimmirog drungi yfir tí?enn?á sefur sólskynog sumur gó? og blí?og engin vakir enn?ásem elskar vorsins sólhérna drunginn hímir?ótt helg séu jól í mér er hrollur mikillme? mæ?ulegum hljómvakir yfir vitundvetur me? köldum rómári? er brátt á endaekki sakna ég ?esssútum ei me? sorgumsegjum bara bless í upphaf nyja ársinsóskir fara á stjáen hverjar vonir ver?aver?ur erfitt a? sjálátum tímann lí?alétta koma tí??á ver?ur betra ví?avonir og sigru? strí? Peter S. Quinn


Nú Vaknar Vori? Aftur Enn Nú vaknar vori? aftur ennog vitjar mín í ljó?i.?a? kemur, braggast brá?um senn,bjart af dirfsku mó?i. Og fuglar syngja fallegt lagum sumartí?ir ljúfar,sem vakna eftir vetrar dagog ve?ur stundir hrjúfar. Og vorsins mold hún dafnar velog vekur líf af mildi,eftir vetrar hrí?ar élsem áttu marga hildi. (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Nuance Of The Sky (Haiku Adore this beauty,For it will soon be over- Nuance of the sky. Peter S. Quinn


Nurtures Frail Florets The watery pearls,From the freshly flowing fall- Nurtures frail florets. Peter S. Quinn


O Autumn Sweet Song I enjoyed colors,Sunshine and everythingBut now the wind hollersThat winter's coming O autumn sweet song,How colorful you areFor a heart yet to longAnd wish upon a star The evening is aglowAnd the night is darkSoon there´ll be snowCold adventures to embark Nothing is for realIn my daydream's landOnly what I feelAnd come to understand Give me some pleasuresEvery moment's hoursI'll find hidden treasuresWith the snowy flowers I remember springHow I felt insideAnd now within I'll singTo autumn outside O autumn sweet song,How colorful you are;For a heart yet to long,And wish upon a star Peter S. Quinn


O Baby, My Time's Here O baby my time's hereIn now what's worth knowingLife Sea streams everywhereFrom the past on growingDays are never too oldLife is just all worth beingCome here outside from coldLet it be worth for your seeing O baby you've found my wayAll inside there is changingLet it have wings for a dayAnd give its worth of arrangingPlay along and touch a heartAll is forever worth givingMoments will pass others startThat's how the days are living O baby nothing's set out to realAll has its depth to the deepYou are just what you only feelWorthy hours from inside to keepTouching a moment and going byNothing is set for the lastingFeelings each worth low and highTo every situation adjusting O baby my time's hereIn now what's worth knowingLife Sea streams everywhereFrom the past it's growingHear as waves come to the shoreHow they tone to the livingAlways from deep to ever moreEach of their song their giving With hazy eyes of coming morningDays are burning on brightLove's forever in daydreaming turning


Catching day before the nightTouching a moment live and let goNothing is set to be lastingTurn to sideways as the wind blowsNothing forever in life trusting Peter S. Quinn


O Delight Delight O delight delight those daysWhen the sky stars are singing to meWith their colors of bluish graysTo make me become again freeWith wings into everythingThat grows and grows and never slowsAnd with my Venus heart shall singUntil the soil is moonlight glows O darling fecund soil of frosty earthOf flowing icily mirror shineEach step of my step is in their worthOf every their being breathes lineWhere clouds are radiant brows glowsWith fertile in their making hazeAnd I'm as angle in their falling snowsOf white delights on roads of grays Oh delight be mine in dispels sightAnd each azure high heavens onWhen night becomes like morning lightAnd all my wishes will be dawnIn roads of convey sweet tenderness youthBeneath turnings of cloudy driftAnd fill the skies with moments of truthWhen you - my soul to those castles lift Peter S. Quinn


O Flowers Come To Flower O flowers come to flowerAnd bring in heart of timeThese hours are true hourIn days of timeless prime Full of its tinctured glowingThat daydreams fall onIn their pathways goingUntil their glow is gone O flower of my lifeMy heart is with its beatIt to and fro must strifeOn summer's living street Now fill my heart with joyTo make these moments trueAnd pleasures more employFor my flourishes to renew Peter S. Quinn


O Here I'M Now O here I'm nowWith my dreams to fulfillThrough the alluring bowwowOf its turning axil Daydreams that come and goIn the breaking beatEach way and its glowOn our through making street O Here is everythingThat gave its breezing turnWhen wind in beret singIn this whispering yearn Daydreams of melting flowForm the ways that we learnIn so many thoughts agoOf so many ways that stern O Here to followThe brims of yesterdaysWith following its furrowOf life felting absorbencies Daydreams of brimming wavesThose to the shore will fallAnd the hours later cravesIn every its distills call Peter S. Quinn


Ó Líf ó líf?ú endará einn veg og bjartver?ur svart ó depur?breytt ?úfarvegi ?ínum í sæltaugnablik ég naut ?ín einema stutta stundvi? svolíti? hik og svartvar? sí?an blik?itt skart (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


O Little Boy Blue O little boy blue your road is full of dust,What shall guide your way is your enduring light;Stones on the way look like gold but turn to rust,You walk in your youth but soon shall abide.O little you know, of all deaths and world wars,You thought life was fresh when you started your walk;But wishes are only like the faraway stars,Full of meaningless words and even more talk: My innocent stands so firm and so fresh,Of what I belief to be the inner most truth;But for what I stand for I do not think of any less,Of what is beyond me to comprehend because of my youth.For the road is still so much unknown to me,Just give me the chances to learn and to grow;And maybe later on ahead I shall be able to see,For all knowledge out there: is learning to know... O little boy blue with youth and youngsters joys,You shall become one day a man to lead the way;But now you’re still just like an ordinary boy,That walks through experience that comes every day.You think not much of struggle and survive,Each day is just a joy to find out new things;Your manhood shall bring what is needed when it arrives,But now in the nature you play out and sing... Peter S. Quinn


O Little Boy Blue 2 Dreams never come true,If you don't let them;Your wanderings ways,They are all up to you.Shine on to the clouds,That rain - with drops of tears;Swift of all those shrouds,That held you back for years. Dreams never come true,If you don't participate;It's all up to you,Start doing, don't just wait.Everybody has their dream,But building them is hard to do;Lay your best of scheme,It's hard, but it's up to you. Dreams never come true,Just by sitting there;You'll just keep on being blue,And losing a dream so dear.Yes, it's all up to you,To make each step proud;Then you may get through,And be heard - aloud! Peter S. Quinn


O Love You are like springOr drift clouds aboveIn breezy mood swing O dearThose feeling´s touchEach blossom yearThey mean so much Sea wavesIn your bloody streamHeart cravesInside its dreamO touch my dearAnd give me allBe close and nearBefore my fall O heartOf reddish lustDo not departWhen years do rust For all my feelingIs inside thisAnd to you appealingFor all love's bliss Peter S. Quinn


O Love My Love O love my loveYou have my wayLike night meets dayIn their roundelay playEvery dream that goes aboveIn its desiring longWith sea and heaven songThat we need in rhythms strong Feeling's of each desireCatching love in fireBurning ways to the deepNo hours forever keepOnly times in their dreamsFlowing endless river streamsTo the inside here aboutWith their prospect and doubt O love my loveYoung but surly growing oldFor no days forever holdAnd our youth to time unfoldBurning bright the flicker ofNothing is forever youngWith sea and heaven songThough we youth forever long O love my loveYou have my wayLike night meets dayIn their roundelay play Every dream that goes aboveIn its desiring longWith sea and heaven songThat we need in rhythms strong Peter S. Quinn


O Love, Come Here O love, come here in beauty and give me someSomething so vivid from the insideTo far far away is now your blossomIn the hollow deep where touches all hideBring back your loveliness to the aboveWith stances of its prettiness to meI take notice there is not much love ofIn this dark world interminable to be Life should be days of love everlastingNot of this darkness - that has changed to vainWonders of first smiles and its trustingSo much of pleasure - should be here again O love bring again your beauty and smileYou have not notched me for quite a long while Peter S. Quinn


O My Heart, My Heart O my heart my heart is so full of moonIn masquerade light of a lonely songA journey with stars to see you here soonFor you are the fires that I do longSweetness in clarity open secretAll lightening of feeling in scented airIts light and shadows I cannot regretA blossom of summer to have you here Quick like the narrow that slips on here throughOur borders are rivers of freshly streamLike journeys of love to faraway stars tooEvery little secret that is our dreamO my heart is like a tapered roadwayWhen roses of depression to it play Peter S. Quinn


O Night (To Oscar Act 5) O nightReach out to meGive stars brightSky of freeLove is a longing and touchMoments that is apartFeeling this so muchInside my wondering heartTo you and me always callingWith every dream come trueWhile the stars are fallingI'm still in love with you One day we will both findWhat these moments gaveFor threads of our heart combinedWhen we its love did crave There is so much to doThere is so much to liveYou are for me I'm for youBoth our times to give The city might be sleeping nowUnder a starry Milky Way skyBut we'll reach together somehowIn our dreams and tryIn our dreams and try Peter S. Quinn


O Silken Woods O silken woods,Of winds and fire;With many roots,Of earth desire.That lies and waits,For knowledge on;When thoughtless hates,Are all here gone.These greenish leaves,And waterfall grails;With truth and believes,That never fails.O silken woods,We all admire;Air freshest fruits,That brings us higher.And gives each life,From breast of milk;So we can strive,In the woods of silk. Peter S. Quinn


O Sweetest Little Flowers O sweetest little flowersOf spring and summer whilePlease be with us for hoursIn all your loving style You blossoms so beautifulIn fragrance of freshly scentThere’s never a time dullIn all your fair augment The foliages in their greenAnd petals in tinctured shadeOf colors so pretty seenFrom natures own hand made How beautiful is your bedIn marvelous glowing dearOf colors blue yellow redAnd all between them here Peter S. Quinn


O Tender Song How sad the tune of heaven isNow turning to dark deepLike morning that is in its blissAnd love can never keep O feelings tender in their whileSo much of sorrow's touchOf this true inner feelings styleAnd love that give as much O tender song of heart's cryThat now is here with mePlease let your tones to heaven flyAnd become once again free So I may see the blue opening skyOf the faraway hidden placeWith longings of my love there flyIn God's own mysteries ways Peter S. Quinn


O What A Dream Day O what a dream dayEverything in its yearningCome wind harp to playAs clouds of sky are turning All is for a reason to goDream that are on the horizonWonderful way and its glowEvery mood reality realizing O what a lovely hourIn every moody on breezeSwaying the blooms of a flowerBending the branches of trees Love is a morning of springtimeEvery yours wishing foretellRise green colors in primeAs summer comes quite so well Promise a kiss to longWishes infused with a feelingMorning arising new songAway all tender is stealing All that you feel from insideWhen you are high in your joyWishing a moment to abideThat nothing unlucky shall destroy Peter S. Quinn


O Where Have You Gone Away O where have you gone awayYou that I adored so muchNow's winters coming dayLights and colors out of touch Everything is again chancingFlowers going into the pastNew thoughts are rearrangingOut from those that are lost Love darling love please stayThough its cold outside and darkThe moments are dim and grayLost from all autumnal spark Moods in their cavernous oceanFor not anything is like it wasThoughts in memories emotionsFor times vanished into loss Oh were is all spring beautyWe shared for a moment's whileMy thoughts are drifting freeThrough dim hours of beguile All reminiscences are travelingIn missing words and toneAnd my heart's still marvelingThe times I wasn't so alone O where have you gone awayYou that I adored so muchNow's winters coming dayLights and colors out of touch O where have you gone awayMy beloved and my heart goldSkies are now in endless grayIn this wintriness daytime cold


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O Winter Winter White O winter winter whiteA song of snowfall freeNow you in coldness abideIn your frosty liberty These wander ways aheadIn every your road goingWhen autumn has all bleedIts yellow brownish glowing You night is starry fairThey’ll fall there one by oneIn timeless dream’s blearUntil your dark is gone What more have I to say?For your snow is yet not fallingAnd no outside winters playWith frosty roses walling Peter S. Quinn


O You Beautiful Flower O you beautiful flowerOf pinkish and whiteEarth blossoming showerIn spring’s new lightGround is your embraceWith the sun radianceEach bud is of graceAnd splendor appearance Light wind singing bellWill swing your sproutLike a sway carrouselIn its movement aboutA dance of new springIn meadows of greenTo ground now singOf budding fresh scene Rose-tinted so fineUnder blueness of skyYour growth in sunshineNow mounting so highO you beautiful flowerOf pinkish and whiteEarth sweetest endowerAnd spring’s delight Peter S. Quinn


Ódysseyfur Ódysseyfur er enn?á,úti á hinum rótlausa sjó.Hann í sírennunum heyrir,og hefur fengi? nóg. Hann átti ?ar ei heima,Í hinum dimmmjúka sjá;sem hefur grí? a? geyma,og gerir oss öll svo smá. Hann heimlei?is vildi halda,og hásæti? setjast á;en djúp og dimmblá alda,dró hann til og frá. (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Of Nocturnal Dreams Daytime The day is as deep as nightIn every its tranquil stateDim and beautifulAsleep in its many wayAnd promising endless timeThe gold horizon - radiance A beat of the going beatNear eternal throbbing flowsRight in to my heart and outAnd moonshine of dwelling timeThe river of profound keepThat fills every empty cupWith blue dark blue hours This face, of endless timeOf nocturnal dreams daytimeAnd the whistling breeze in treesThose hover so steadfastly onIn danger alertAnd strangeness songsOf bottomless glistening modeThat seems to go forever - like goose-flesh Peter S. Quinn


Of Oceans, Rainforests And Creatures Oceans are a part of our worldSo please keep them forever cleanMuch together they have hurledEach their creature we haven't seenEveryone, with water - is a userDrink it and nourish your spiritDon't become a skeptical looserShould every ocean become a pit Rainforests likewise are fullOf creatures we do not yet knowOur world would become so dullIf we would let them all goAll what you take please tryYou only borrow its pleasuresThe mighty elephant like the flyBoth are unique in their treasures Become a traveler of the lightA desert is not a nowhere placeIf you think so you'll lose a flightWith nothing in your heart to amaze Peter S. Quinn


Of Sky And Ocean Of sky and ocean, here comes the rain,Into dessert dust, without leaving a grain.Roaring and roaring its water aimlessly on,Until from the earth's floor each dropp is gone. Of dessert and storm, here comes a corn,It goes in your eyes and rips there and torn.Your sightings are poor after drifting in sun,It looks like the weather has beaten and won. Peter S. Quinn


Of The Earth… The water's ripple,both the origin and ending- earth’s matter divine. Flavor and fragrance,is the illume in the fire-the life of what lives. Peter S. Quinn


Og Ég Féll (And I Fell) og ég féll og ég féll og ég féller orusta var haldin í ?essum heimá orustuvelli drifnum bló?ivi? blóm eitt sem kallast mér ei gleymen kem aftur fram í ?essu ljó?i og ég féll og ég féll og ég féllég var a?eins einn af mörgum ?eimsem dóu er hörmung yfir oss fló?i?ví vi? búum í heimum tveimalsnægtum og svo drifnum saklausu bló?i og ég féll og ég féll og ég féllhver ?ekkir ?au andlit sem eru á sveimyfir dau?ans gröfum í hljó?i?i? gleymi? a?eins aftur ?eimog enn á ny fyllist strí?s eldmó?i og ég féll og ég féll og ég féllsaklausa áfram í gröf núna teym?ví mikilvægur er strí?sherrans gró?ier vi? komum aftur í líkpokum heimá hei?urmerki valmennisins gló?i Peter S. Quinn


Ogle Hey this is something differentBecause we all have itSomething so much differentBecause of what we are This is what truth is thenEverything to be come rightTo set up and show againOn to the such kind of light That is of its own worthIn bringing in so much to takeOf this and that from this earthWhen everything is at stake Of what it is henceforth madeTo build it up always as newThe two sided of every its bladeThat is to become clear through Line from a line to a lineThat never settles down to stopBut sometimes rain and sunshineIs either its other side up Hey this is something differentBecause we all have it (the eye)Something so much differentBecause of what we are Peter S. Quinn


Oh Beautiful Springtime Oh beautiful springtime come here againIn the basin green and so splendid allIn their youthful captures in spring callWhere each circling motion's never in vainUnder the clouds that are drifting here byFill my spirits of your wandering waysSummerset moods the fresh colors and playsGreen valleys and mountains under blue skyIn hue oceans of tinctured completionsLove songs of the eve till dark skies come onWith dreams of their own weaving in to earthHarmony voices and their accretionsWhen light wakes new morning in predawnAnd gives brightness to every scene worth Peter S. Quinn


Oh Bird Of Love Oh bird of loveHow wonderfulYou have the sky aboveAnd your heart so lovableIn moment’s hoursAs you fly aroundThru trees and flowersThat you have found Oh bird of inspireSo much to giveAs you fly higherIn your life to liveOf dawn breaking daysAnd night to comeYour many waysLike nature’s blossom Oh bird, my heartThat’ll sing a tuneWhen spring will startThat’s coming soonEvery hour of givingIn its many treasuresWhen nature starts livingFull in its pleasures Peter S. Quinn


Oh Breath Of Darkened Day So high in no-one else skyI will fly now on to youNever saying again goodbyeAnd always try to be trueWhat more can be inside?Than love like morn glowThat every shadows hideThat the night didn’t show My feelings are to giveA sense and time to shareAnd come and try to liveWhat we have within hereSo much can we from it learnIf these feelings we knowWhile leaves in autumn burnAnd darkness shadows glow Oh breath of darken dayHow much you bare now lifeFlickering fires won’t stayThat in silent hour’s strifeThe woods are now aloneIn its lonesome walking rowThe passage birds have flownLike a joyful breezing blow Peter S. Quinn


Oh Christmas Night Oh Christmas Night Oh Christmas night oh Christmas nightSo quiet all and splendorWe celebrate Christ birth and mightWith candle lights so tenderFor on this night is born a kingThe king of peace on earthWe glorify and humbly singAbout this child and holy birth Oh Christmas night oh Christmas nightWhen night's around and darkWe find his love's a guiding lightAnd see his angels harkWe hope this time peace will bringAnd guide our footsteps allFor he's the forth of everythingThe protector of big and small Oh Christmas night oh Christmas nightThe spirits of love and greetingWhen each love will burn on so brightWith kindness and good treatingWe hope one day peace will arriveFor every life that's livingWe must therefore still on striveRemembering what Christmas is giving Peter S. Quinn


Oh Come And Be With Wings Oh come and be with wings in lover's dreamWith your beautiful wishes to releaseCreative forces - in their tranquility peaceWhere everything in desires seemWhere love appears always to give and awakeSomething of freedom that with wings is reachedWhen conditions are right in thoughts beseechedAnd you have fancies to go on and make Beautiful garden of spiritualityWith bouquets of rainbows so far from truthBy all in 'go beyond' you'll understandSomewhere in nonexistence you can't seeThat will change your heart and entice in youthEach of your wish that you want to command Peter S. Quinn


Oh Come And Go (From, Even Though There Are NoReasons) Oh come and go with each sweet moment onFilling of figures like clouds in skyThe wandering hours of every tryThat dances in sweetness and dull till gone Flowers to keep of bouquets witheringTotals of stirrings of the breezy sangThose are in our thoughts and wordings to longAnd nature through tides again shall sing Step of every step through fulsome airShowing their places of dreaming unfoldCenter of moments in timeless playsSomething from emotions coming nearWhen given a touch of obsessive holdWhen dances from nature carve up its ways Peter S. Quinn


Oh Darling Oh darling sweet summertimeOf its confronting realOf waking themes of higher primeThat heart is made to feelA dream often in reality trueIn every its find and makingThe ways that beats can renewIn points of life and taking Oh darling trust of new hoursThose come to touch moreLike the seeds of all flowersThat gives colors of its coreTo satisfy each our passionOr moonlight in realms darkThose don’t go out of fashionAnd many times new will spark Oh darling reaching to findAll strong points in viewThe constellations of open mindIn untied fields of pursueAll longings those are strongTo reach a dream and goalThe kind of way and inside songThat gives purposes its role Peter S. Quinn


Oh Dearest Lover Oh dearest loverNever let a feeling goLove is like a flowerJust to sow and growApproaches are insideWith many ways to playTouches that glideFor they never stay Feel my tomorrowRest your hand in mineTake away your sorrowLet the future shineAll is from withinThrough the blue skyDark and lights is twinWith every goodbye Oh dearest youPlease forget-me-notLet your heart be trueWith what we have gotThe entire world is freeWith its wandering waysYou’ll someday seeHow each heart plays Oh dearest loverNever let a feeling goLove is like a flowerJust to sow and growApproaches are insideWith many ways to playTouches that glideFor they never stay Peter S. Quinn


Oh Did Your See My Ocean Ship – A Song Oh did your see my ocean shipGliding its way in sails of airSalt-sprayed plight away stripInto the waves close and nearTaking the breath of wind highsSailing on through and awayWhere every future of shore liesDawn of dreams meets the day Word's be carried in their ownJust like the waves of green seaGive every word a peaceful toneSo it might always in freedom beMake your sailing - love for wordsDon't surrender to a revolting flightSuch aphorism befall hurried birdsTo fly on throughout a sullen night Fill the dreams till they find landOn to their own in oceans byLet generations come to understandWhat sailed your ship - and why! Peter S. Quinn


Oh Dreams Forgotten Days We shall remember each day of their pastIn fragrance of passions of faraway dreamsThose wearing old minutes of days now lostBut still lie inside like a ray of gleamsThose earthly filled out moments of soul’s darkIn feathers of feelings that faraway areAnd still fly in their momentarily sparkLike wishes of twinkling faraway star When silence meant moments of shadowed touchLike water in flowing on the smooth skinAnd Love said to Love: I need you so muchAnd everything was of breeze from withinOh dreams forgotten days and aromas variedHow much now in winter those feelings we need Peter S. Quinn


Oh Flower Why Are You So Small? Oh flowerWhy are you so small?With many bloomsOf white and blue I’ve found youAgain - this summerSo farawayFrom my town of town In sweetly scentYou embraced meSo tenderly nowYou make me safeAnd worthy too Sweet flowerI kiss your budsDon’t be afraidI won't snap your stem Because of you I cameTo this green forestTo have you hereAnd blossom I've found youIn a silent gardenOf wilderness shrineAnd beauty Your little green leavesWelcomed meWith so muchFor me to see Now I can stareAnd be proudThat you stand


In your freedom With many wonderful bloomsThat freedom gaveTo life Peter S. Quinn


Oh Gentle Morning Blossom In to the night we are goingFrom departing September's fallWhere autumnal leaves are glowingThrough emotions of songs enthrall Innocence from yellow to redThe morning where dawn beganWhere colors of heaven bledFrom the chariot of daybreak's van Love songs of the heart tenderlyTo the midnight of glowing skyWith a heart song of a summer's treeIn the moments of colors that fly Shining beauties and stars up tallWith luminous autumn's to longEach moment in their echo callWhen leaves were green and young The happiness in a carefree wonderThat glows to us its honest pleaAnd then drifts like love asunderIn what we were allowed to see Oh gentle morning blossomOf gone summer's remembranceTo each your bouquets awesomeI'm thankful for its beauties glance Peter S. Quinn


Oh Heart’s Cradle Sweet Time Time to come of give and takeFruit carriers of all that pastIn history and centuries makeThis in its whiles shall lastSails on ships that come and goAnd giving fulfillment’s joyThe pages that we all now knowAnd no oblivion could destroy Oh heart’s cradle sweet timeThose men gave by their shadeAnd come to last in its primeTo bring us pleasures once madeGoing on like the breezy windWith moments to trod the roadIts many occasion intertwinedIn time’s heavy thought and load Peter S. Quinn


Oh How Sweet Is The Day Oh how sweet is the dayThat comes and brings the light inTo every compartment it'll playAnd give of its dreamy spinCasting the dispute so far to darkKnowing the rising of blue skyFlowers like glow to thoughts sparkUntil it’s time to say goodbye Yesterday was on its own self surePeacefully weaving its ocean deepGiving some footsteps to more cureSome of its bouquets to keepWhere every cloud shall be driftingOn to the hours of even more lightAnd the ways and moods upliftingWhen it up rises to new high flight Oh how sweet is the dayIn every of its moments going byFilling the air with momentary wayReaching new goals with each new tryWonderful dreams still going there onSearching for pathways to the shiftingMoments of billows never to be goneUntil its time every footfall is rifting Peter S. Quinn


Oh Joy Oh Joy (From, Even Though There Are NoReasons) Oh joy oh joy come here to meWith a morning coming in a songAnd set my wings a little freeIn rising freedom to cherish among O love my love let me awakeWhere the water is crystal clearAnd find the breeze by the lakeWith the time of sweetness’s air Flowers give their blossoms sprungAnd bouquets of colors to shadeIn living green and seedlings youngEach garden of joy in summers made Where love is freedom without hasteA living art that gives its pleasureWith every tincture of nature’s pasteIn every unfolding we must treasure Enjoy your freedom in summer's timeOf colors fulsome and youngish lookWhen growing is giving of its primeEach day a garden like an open book Where nothing remains in the sameOf joy to take from to give and bringEvery new morning in its fresh flameEndlessly to admire and by joy to sing Peter S. Quinn


Oh Let Not My Dreaming Just Come (From, DriedFlowers) Oh let not my dreaming just come and go,For life is too short in contrasting ways;When grey moods move forward spoiling the days,Give away its pleasures that were while ago.Each day is a spot of darkness and light,With all that is here to give and then take;Like a dawn that comes in morning quite bright,Life's simple pleasures before a heart ache.River moves on with a thought that is old,All is just here with the hours that they give;Fortunes are in though nothing is foretold,What is of dreams and what is there to live?Bring all your hope to the outside of field,For life's relish in the thoughts are annealed. Peter S. Quinn


Oh Life My Song There's a song in my heartPlaying tones from the sea,With sounds echoing apartFrom the waves that are free.There's a singing that'll startGiving peace and its harmony,For everything that'll departThat's of life for you and me. Oh life oh life my songHow endlessly time passes on,And we in hearts do longFor times that are now gone.There's a reason for each tryAnd ways to give and go,Like clouds drift in the skyAnd we of love begin to know. For everything has its reasonAnd days to make a way,There's a song for each seasonAnd a night before a new day.Oh life oh life my songHow endlessly time passes on,And we in hearts do longFor times that are now gone. Peter S. Quinn


Oh Little Bloom In A Field Oh little bloom in a field,You live once then you die;When your colors are relieved,Down your seeds fall and fly. Beauty you gave to enjoys,Both for man and beast;Until wilt you destroys,You're small, but not least. Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love Oh loveYou are the one I needYou set my wings freeFrom your eyes I readAll that I need to seeThe feelings with you are trueAnd always coming newThe times are inside alwaysFor all the remaining days Oh loveSo much you give of loveYour eyes so much careI can not get enough ofWhat you from you is dearWith each your touch you giveYou make it worth to liveEach heart beat longing stillWhere promises to fulfill We are twoInside this great amazeAnd closer than ever beforeA heart with longing playsTo make each feeling moreAnd nothing can it stopUntil beats go down and upAnd fills your breath with careIt’s only having you here We are twoFor this and every daySo much of love to makeForever is its own wayWhat life and love will makeThis endless love and fireOf feelings straight and onEach beat and every desireBefore our connection is gone


Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love - My Darling Oh love come here and be like morning brightA star of the night that shines on and onSuch darling affection that it is like a lightA glow upon heaven till the morning is gone Oh love my darling my heart of affectionYou give me the freshness of every coming dayIn the shine from your eyes I can see no rejectionOnly freedom of love that has come as it may In each your feeling is a little something of meThose blossoming flowers so bright and clearThat days become summer so early and freeYour blue unflawed eyes so close and nearEach day and night I think of all what you areAn adore of beauty like a morning bright star Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love - My Song Oh love my song come here in moment's spinAnd flame to my heart your tender true fireFrom nocturnal ways of flowing desireThat comes to my dreams when night is inThese ferocious passions in loftiness broughtAnd carries me through the deep with its careYou are to me sometimes close and nearGiving feelings of sensations and thought My soul you conquer with leaves of lifeThose are rooted deep under and around meFilling my moments with delight to giveEach case you 'we shown I'll breathe of and thriveSing from my longings until they come freeAnd later perhaps in my life - each too live Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love 2 Oh love is so sweetly during,Each honey flower budLike spring in the morningThat has its seeds floridTo bring in freshly fragranceLike feelings in to the dayOf the instant abundanceThat comes in its fair play Oh love of every devoteeThat is revived like springWhen blossoms come to beLike heart in love to singWhen new daybreak is in lightTo give its clearest visionFor a day to come in brightWith all its shade precision Oh love that arrives and growsWith verve touches to giveThat never again goesIf it's with roots that liveLike carnations in posyOf pinkish whitish and redThe days of sweet love rosyNot to go pale in spring's bed Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love Be Here Still Oh love be here stillThough summer has gone awayGive a heart to fullfillIn your love and new dayFor life is here still singingDeep inside my heartAnd new hope out bringingFrom what has depart Oh love now you are freeFrom sickness and sorrowBut in my heart and meYou still have your glowAnd dreams that we foundShall fulfill every dayFor you are still here aroundIn each of my own way Oh love I have missed youSo much and your heartFor you were always so trueIn what your life did startThough still I can find youIn everything you left behindI wished we together could doWhat new days might find Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love Is A Sweet Love (From, To Oscar Act 4) The night is always so singleWith the hours that come and goWhatever your might mingleThere is always a while to knowAnd love comes so easy in darkWith daydreams to give and wakeLike oceans of feeling's sparkThere is so much there to take RefrainOh love is a sweet love loveWith much to anyone to sayIt comes like a smoke from aboveThough never for long will stay The night is for us to keepFull of its embracing hopeThe colors of tender and deepWith each of its ways and slopeInto the risings of songs to beCasting their corners closeIn to a world of their ownBefore the dim dark away goesLike a wind that before has blown Night dreams away to you heartReaching untouched waysBeginning and giving its startAnything what the thoughts playLonely is never there aroundOnly the waves to a reaching shoreThe feelings nowhere else foundFurther of its finesse to pour RefrainOh love is a sweet love loveWith much to anyone to sayIt comes like a smoke from aboveThough never for long will stay


And love comes so easy in darkWith daydreams to give and wakeCome with your feeling to embarkEach of our dreams is at stake Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love Is Coming Oh love is comingIn autumn delightBlossoms are bloomingInto the night Fragrance of autumnOn to dark glowBreezy blow strumWithering slow Oh love oh fallBlowing your songSoon winter will callIn wind gust strong Leaves are fallingYellow brown redMemories are callingFrom the bloom bed Oh love my darlingI miss you soFrom our last springYou had to go But times will comeWhen I'll be like youA garden sweet blossomThat summer shall renew Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love Love Oh love love comes so easyWhen it to life comesThough life's hardship breezyHappiness is its bloomOh love love that is youInside of every findIf your love comes throughAnd leaves the rough behind That is love oh love yesWith all its things to doOn to its fortuned blessThat is life and youAnd every dream is trueThat has its true caressHopefully to come throughFor life of future address Oh love love you are it allIn giving days fineThrough every seasons' callYou are its sunshineOh love love your wayIs doing the time so sweetWhen love's in the dayAnd happiness on its street That is love oh love yesWith all its things to doOn to its fortuned blessThat is life and youOh love love comes so easyWhen it to life comesThough life's hardship breezyHappiness is its bloom Oh love love you are it allIn giving days fineThrough every seasons' call


You are its sunshine You are its sunshine Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love Of The Night Oh loveOh love of the nightHow close are youTo the wind outsideBouquets of displaysAre everywhereThough summer is gone Oh love the nightWith starsBright and clearYou shape the skiesWith blueAnd dreams from farawayTo every day coming Oh love dim nightYou are poetryIn the breezeCold and clearOutside my windowWhispering tomorrowThat will comeLike a child newborn Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love Oh Love - Oh You Oh love oh loveBring your heartIts plentiful colors ofIn everything that'll startA dream that's gone byInto the drifting daysThe sun in the morning skyAll the hours wondrous ways Oh love oh youMy darling of pounding heartAll minutes to renewEach beat that will startThe dreams that come trueAnd each that's oursThe name that becomes youLike life bouquets of flowers Oh love oh loveYou are giving your allDreams so plenty ofDays of living till its fallThe one that makes youEvery hour day and nightEach sunray that comes throughAnd make my days more bright Peter S. Quinn


Oh Love... Oh love oh loveI miss you now so muchYou are far away aboveLike clouds out of touchMy heart is feeling lonelyNot seeing you once moreIf I could just onlyKnow what this is all for Oh love my heartI wish I had you still hereThough now you must departIn going to somewhereMy heart - my goldOh darling, my sweetest of allI couldn't to you holdWhen you heard the last call Oh love you're goneMy soul is now so lonelyBut your memories go onInside my heart so freeOh love my darlingI'll always remember youEach joy and feelingFrom a love that's true Peter S. Quinn


Oh Mistress... Oh mistress of his that is goneFrom true love of words and toneYou carried your fragrances onUntil all those kisses were aloneOf sweetness forever in beingFrom moods of each flickering sweepIn dreams of the hold on in seeingFrom inside your thoughts deepThe love that I know isn’t easyLike a wick the quenches to dieWhen it come the love that's breezyAnd asking such questions as why Peter S. Quinn


Oh My Darling Darling Oh my darling darlingAll’s inside our reachTo my heart you'll always singEvery feeling within teachSo much love goes aroundEvery time and alwaysYour love I once foundGave me touch that stays Sky is blue and beyondAll is within clouds driftingEvery feeling goes aroundTempered ways and moods shifting Give me time to know you wellBeyond our realityYou have put me inside your spellFor our love and eternity Oh my darling darlingAll’s inside our reachTo my heart you'll always singEvery feeling inside teachSo much love goes aroundEvery time and alwaysYour love I once foundGave me touch that stays Flowers of the pastBouquets there to lastNowhere days to comeLonesome ways to someAll that you can giveBewilderment back roads to liveStrange is some occurance Give me time to know you wellBeyond our realityYou have put me inside your spell


For our love and eternity Oh my darling darlingAll inside our reachTo my heart you'll always singEvery feeling inside teachSo much love goes aroundEvery time and alwaysYour love I once foundGave me touch that stays Reasons come and some goInto their own and lonesome waysWe will not time completely knowTheir tempered colors and grays Some though reaches to your heartWith feeling that inside touchGive you a complete fresh startHow you can reach with your loveSo much Yes so much Peter S. Quinn


Oh Profound Epoch Millpond–a Song The evening is coming in nearWith its dear dark night songEach day thought away shall steerFor dreams of delirious longGoodbye to a gleaming dreamThat no way was for me to catchA brook sings its lo-low streamTones of the evening to watch Goodbye my dreams of daylightYou have not answered me yetNow comes in my darling nightOf satin's silk to let me forgetWe'll meet in dreams beyond yoreWhere the old time pipes did singAnd nothing shall be as beforeWhere hours of forget did cling Oh profound epoch millpondThat lets me stand up or fallEach tomorrow in you've foundThat provides its place and call (Inspiration, somewhat from: Over the Water by Anna Akhmatova) Peter S. Quinn


Oh Sensual Spring Oh sensual spring,A day to come;To the hour will sing,So it may bloom.Like morning fire,Of dawn's new gold;The burning desire,That none can hold. Bring forth the truth,That lies in a flower;Young in its youth,Enriched by new shower.With pearls from sky,Those breezes only know;Before it will die,Where each one will go. Oh glory of day,The shine that's bright;Ray's golden stairway,That brings in the light.How much I adore you,When I catch the sight;Of the moistening dew,From jade's dark nephrite. Peter S. Quinn


Oh Sometimes I Feel (From 'Meet The Moments') Sometimes I can’t find what surrounds meFor it’s so vast in its everyday going to beFull of its time’s from past gone memoryStuck inside this love that once was free Reaching to gray skies up highFilling empty spaces that surroundsLiving for hours that dieInto the dreams that shall on flyOnto the giving of notions that mounds I felt I had somewhere to reach out and contactBring in those longings that age had blackedSomething once ready even if still in its intactLiving its emptiness that nothing could enact Reaching to gray skies up highFilling empty spaces that surroundsLiving for hours that dieInto the dreams that shall on flyOnto the giving of notions that mounds Oh sometimes I feel I’m lost there somewhereA dream in dim mislaid without its day prayerWith only behaviors no one could prepareAlways so unfilled and always so unfair Reaching to gray skies up highFilling empty spaces that surrounds… Peter S. Quinn


Oh Summer Moods Come With Treats Oh summer moods come with treatsThe greenery green of growing fieldsOn every corner within the streetsBlossoms true blossoms you wieldAnd day is young in spring's newSong be sung by its happy tongueThe treasured moments are so fewAnd precious while you’re still young A thought clears like a cloud on skyWith reasons that come clearThere are so many questions of whyFor each the concepts where to steerYou feel you know the answers allBut then you find a new verityAnd that might be a different callThan you thought you could ever see Each time and tide that comes hereIs always quite different and newRoads have many sites made clearThat only are known to the very fewWhat drives them we do not know?For we’re surrounded in much doubtBut then reasons approaches to showWhat everything in existence is about… Peter S. Quinn


Oh Sweet Caresses Oh sweet caressesCome hold me closeTime to spring passesFor a new summer roseThis love in fresh heartSinging here in touchAs evening shall startIn its glowing red torch Bring me new flowerAnd birds that singEach the morning hourWith a glow on everythingYou and I to enfoldSummer’s new melodyThis still is much untoldOf its beauty here to see The songs of songsAre coming now throughWhere love sweet belongsIn a heart that's trueYesterdays are goneTo cold wintry brawlsHours of dark deep doneTill autumn again calls Peter S. Quinn


Oh Sweet Rose Of My Dreams Oh sweet rose of my dreamsWhere have you been?Now everything in twilight seemsIcy and darkish meanInside flowers and gardenCan’t follow this all upAs winter brings more hardenFor each little blooming cup But day will come againWhen you will rise to beWith color gorgeous regimenFor all the love to seeYour heart will grow with wingsTo give a rose's fragranceSoon as new springtime singsTo bring down wintry flagrance My heart oh now be stillIn our pondering dreamsFor wishes will come to fulfillThe river when it streamsThough now it’s dark and dimIn every aspect and hourOur love will once more trimThe cups of the passion flower Peter S. Quinn


Oh Sweet Time Oh sweet time you gave me everythingIn sweetness of its fragrances flowWith passion that to moments shall singWhen the tides to the evening must goDreams in the hearts own compartmentsWith the oceans of billows there callingIn the footsteps of ongoing departmentsWhere the sand of the river is falling The living times of the easy on goingWith the peaceful of living on thrivingEvery day into night fully growingGiving much of their depth and its livingJustifying the means by the outcomeWhen there is something there startingWhere every seed and flower is fromAnd breeze from the leaves is departing Pinching the feathered morning shineThe easy of quick rising daybreakWhen the glow comes to red on the lineAnd the forest shall come to its wakeIn delightful get-together limb to limbWhen life complacency we shall meetFrom the hours of darkish deep rimBefore esprit comes again to the street Peter S. Quinn


Oh Sweet Time - A Song Oh sweet time you areLove in a happy songGlistening winter starAll what the hearts longDreams and wish believesDays worth longing forMoments of retrievesAt peace and loves war You and I loving allFinding the hours goneMemories old on callStruggles that life has wonSilence in many waysWinter is showing meStep by step through daysLife that makes history Oh sweet time you areGiving much and takingYears those are gone afarEvery care for is makingDreams they never goAlways they come and giveLike light in winter's glowAppears and years revive Peter S. Quinn


Oh Sweetest Harvest Time Oh sweetest harvest timeNow come to the forest and singIts grass is now in primeAnd sways to the sounding bring The distance skies are awayIn cloudy drifting spiritHere is only summer's dayIn its blue faraway through lit Such an art is every flowerIn yours fields and groundWith longings to meet the hourThat nowhere else is found The freshness gardens colorsAre full of hope and tryAnd while the breeze wind hollersBirds’ sprit flies up the sky The far-off mornings fadeThose once were in stars of glistenWhen this new dawn is madeAnd every ones ears in listen This time is always aspiring dearOf giving its appeal to the eyeWith everything of beauty nearThose never to the senses lie Oh sweetest harvest timeNow come to the forest and singThe grass is now in primeIts swings to the sounding bring Peter S. Quinn


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


Oh Those Beautiful Colored Lights Oh those beautiful colored lights,That the evening gives and night;The star falling twinkling’s 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


Oh Tiger Green And Sweetly Blue Oh tiger green and sweetly blueWith honest eyes and very true,How can we again meetAnd each kindly treat,When wise men say there is none you. Oh bloom that comes again in springWith green leaves that whisper and sing,Fragrance so adorableWith colors splendid full,Candid life to the world you bring. Oh creature that man has killedOn your earth the blood has spilled,And broken natures nestFor he thought he knew best,With folly the forest he filled. Oh tiger green and sweetly blueYou are now but a dream so true,Of endangered species goneThat embrace of lead has done,And soon others will follow you. Oh Eden's garden's of concrete nowLike hearts of men are somehow,Made out of chisel stonesOr yellow weathered bones,A death comes with a blackish crow. In days that are passed and awayI heard you roaring and play,With beasts now all lostOr returned to whited dust,Like I will likewise do one day. Oh creatures of this earth so wildWhy hasn’t 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


Oh Weave Me A Song Weave me a summer airOh sully autumn breezeGive me the blossoms thereBefore the ground will freezeThis earth is now so coldWith a darkness coming dayAnd frost tones to unfoldThe glisten frost drops play Darling my bouquet's springHow much I now long youAnd to you songs singWith the fair of sky blueMy mood is still of yoursAnd feelings of greeneryI adore the bed flowersIn my garden and scenery Oh weave me a song of loveFor clouds that come inAnd give me the rain aboveTo take that frosty pinAnd now my window is whiteWait! - What is it that I see?Some blossoms glass glideFrost roses of winter’s beauty Peter S. Quinn


Oh Wind Give Me A Direction Oh wind give me a direction to follow,I know I never found the way I walked;May thoughts were fresh less and hollow,And I just lived empty and talked.Butterflies need flowers to sit on,So does my heart have to search too?All flowers need rain and the sun,Just as always my love needs you. Oh mountain don't make it hard to climb up,Though everyday I lose what I am looking for;Let me go on searching and never to stop,There are many roads and none of them sure.Man needs power and soul within,Finding his way and the sky blue;Wheels on the road travel and spin,Leads us directions to follow trough. Oh wind give me a direction to go by,There is emptiness in every word I know;I just want directions and a try,And have every reason to carry on and go.Man is not assure of anything he does,He always has to wonder what the purpose is;And every time he steps into a river and across,Old things he left behind, he always miss. Peter S. Quinn


Oh Winter - Now Coming Oh winter that is now coming,With tides of its glow and season.The frosty roses there blooming,The dark of the deep and its reason. Oh icicles of the true cold frost,The deeps of the weighty of dark.Its way and its mood that gets lost,When night is starry in its spark. Oh heart of deep coming in snow,With wonders of seasons alone.Each footstep in profound shadow,Where winds of the ice have blown. You come in your footsteps silence,With all that the dark is giving.Breeze from the night and dawn trench,All what the chill coldness is living. Peaceful each moment of night,Resting its beats from gone songs.Until rise of life's daybreaks light,Beginning of summer again longs. Peter S. Quinn


Oh You I Loved Oh you I lovedFor all your beautiful daysFor You I lovedIn many different waysIn all that you gaveIn times that were changingYour heart was so braveIn love rearranging The days were so closeIn affection for eachBut each way it goesWhen its time it reachBut remembrance areAlways within the heartBright though afarThough its drifted apart Oh you I lovedBut nothing for long staysFor You I lovedIn my heart alwaysTimes have gone all throughIn their glistening shineBut still I'll remember youAnd you'll always be mine Peter S. Quinn


Old Becomes New Old becomes newand new becomes old,someone becomes youas the epochs unfold. Moments in time's waveall is in its to and fro,love you once did craveagain will make a go. You become to seeeverything from within,and perhaps you'll beinside its next spin. Love becomes so rightwhen it's to you close,it becomes a lightthrough time that goes. Old becomes a partof new ways to see,if you see with a heartthat is forever to be. Nothing gets awaytime seeds are growing,as being beats playnothing is really going. Peter S. Quinn


Old Dreams Old dreams are now going byOne by one they leaveTo forgetfulness deep skyWith their finding and conceive Dreams once sought muchBut have now become oldWith their weaving and touchThose today have been told To the dark of the nightThey are all now goingWith their wings old in flightLike the evening on glowing We shall find tomorrow nowIn new thoughts set of fireFlying to futures somehowFinding other ways of desire Peter S. Quinn


Old Forest’s Aflame (From, Without A Doubt) Flowers of wild beauty appear to glowFor new springtime is coming soon here inOld forest's aflame in going winter snowWhirling broken whispers of wintry spinLove songs of golden leaves from the oldWhen autumn was with us in the gone yearNow remembered in greenery unfoldWhich every murmur through now can hear The roads that where so hard once to followAre clearing up into the deep dust earthSomewhere still are dreams of mournful playsGoing away again in to the hollowComing with the heights of summer time's birthBoundless fresh blossom in the breezing ways Peter S. Quinn


Old Love Songs (From Coradoba) A flower in my heartbecause spring is not herea love song of earthis inside growing Thoughts of footsteps goneunfolding from the pastthrough daydreams comingwith the hours away My love song to youto the night stars abovein a winter gray and darkand new feelings The poems of secrets onin to the heart of dreamslike a river of old innocencenested in our thoughts Emotional breeze of leavesfrom the garden dark chillsleeping blossoms of pastinside our roots The books that we rememberedfrom love songs fadinglike days of old Septemberin to the dawn tomorrow Peter S. Quinn


Old Lyrics (They Are Coming Again To Mind) They are coming again to mindEvery song that has lost its waysThey will never be left behindThey always have lines and spaceThe moods are so many that liveIn every their memorable lineAnd still from the old pages giveRecalls of recollection's sunshine Old lyrics shall never dieWhile there is still world of beautyAnd filling the heart and the skyWith every song line memorablyThe hours may pass and lose hopeAnd differently ways be trottin'Like clouds in faraway hazy stropheThey'll go but never be fully forgotten Times are all drifting to somewhereAnd losing their written divesWith fingers of blench they'll wearAnd become piles in archivesBut old lyrics shall never dieWhile there is still world of beautyAnd filling the heart and the skyWith every song line memorably Peter S. Quinn


Old Lyrics (They Are Coming Again To Mind) (From,Myspace) They are coming again to mindEvery song that has lost its waysThey will never be left behindThey always have lines and spaceThe moods are so many that liveIn every their memorable lineAnd still from the old pages giveRecalls of recollection's sunshine Old lyrics shall never dieWhile there is still world of beautyAnd filling the heart and the skyWith every song line memorablyThe hours may pass and lose hopeAnd differently ways be trottin'Like clouds in faraway hazy stropheThey'll go but never be fully forgotten Times are all drifting to somewhereAnd losing their written divesWith fingers of blench they'll wearAnd become piles in archivesBut old lyrics shall never dieWhile there is still world of beautyAnd filling the heart and the skyWith every song line memorably Peter S. Quinn


Old People And Young Old people and youngMaking this world much betterFor every heart to longA strike to beat trendsetterGiving much or takingIs what we do to growEvery our decision makingWith feelings to touch or go You are so much like meWanting to make your wayBeing happy and carefreeTo let wishes come true todaySo much we need to findTo make this a better placeBut everything's inside mindOf opportunities turning ways We need to connect the bridgesThose are too far acrossAnd mend the wounds and stitchesThose heal each personal lossThe nights are waking daybreakTo give us another tryOur happiness is all at stakeLike morning of an earth blue sky Peter S. Quinn


Old Yearnings Do Not Fade No need to give awayDreams that haven't been steadyJust meet another dayAnd be again quite readyFor burning desires to burnAnd give of their thousands or moreAnd something from this all learnWhen you are wholesome and sure Year shall be going on to lostFor everything drifts here onOr becomes like the leaf's rustWhen life from the times are goneDecades will fly and you'll longEvery footstep that went awayRemember each touch so strongThat once was here but couldn't stay Old yearnings do not fadeThey just become so ‘newfangled’When daylights in sunsets are madeAnd differently weaved and tangled Peter S. Quinn


Ómur ómur a? handaner vegurinn heimó?ur til lífsinsog vi? tilheyrum ?eim vegur sem er farinnfer?u ymist afture?a ei á nytorskilinn gátasem tíminn einn botnar í (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


On A Journey (From, Lost Song Poems) On a journey until,Peacefulness is in air;Promises to fulfill,For the world everywhere.There's love and a thrill,Faraway and near;And I wish for it stil,Every new coming year. On a journey to bottomless,All the broken ways;Peace must come again fresh,Though world it dismays.It's quiet now the stream,In the water by the lake;But again it will adeem,And life's force up wake. On a journey to inside,Where my crossroads are;And I must there abide,To refix my ajar.If afectionis are to be,For a certain thing;I must once again see,Full compassion in bring. Peter S. Quinn


On A Journey To Within (From, Lost Song Poems) On a journey to withinWhere my feelings all are,I'll find dreams againBefore drifting afar;All I say and then doIs for love that I know,Only known to the fewWhen a heart I avow. On a journey to dreamsThat my ways couldn't see,Radiating like beamsWhere my heart does agree;I'll find the one wayThat I haven't looked for,In moments that estrayIn the days forevermore. For all's only an illusionFlowing to destinies,With drifting confusionThat comes with each breeze;All I say and beliveIs in my heart to grow,And with the roots aliveAnd to the sky ablow. Peter S. Quinn


On An Open Road On an open roadTo somewhereTaking my loadTo here and thereSongs - melodyLike cobblestonesJustify you and meIn moment‘s alones Feelings in timeRhythm beat fallingSome in primeCloseness from callingAll that is blissThru night to dayAsphalting kissAs we walk its way On to each otherTo meet againSister or a brotherLives thru journeymenAll that is outsideTo footsteps goingIn our urban rideAnd closeness knowing On an open roadTo somewhereTaking my loadTo lives thoroughfareCounter harmonyStreet noise cryJustify you and meIn its moments high Peter S. Quinn


On Autumn´s Earth This is the beginningNow carry me awayOn to the faraway new dayThat now is born to play Yes this is the beginningMoments dreamed and foundEverything in its singingThat comes again around Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together role Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together roleOn autumn´s earth Yesterdays were all turningIn their beat´s echo heartForever in lay and burningPoles and miles apartFlames of their color givingAll that came from withinDays their dreams own livingAs worlds take their spin Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together role Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together role


On autumn´s earth Swept away in their callDreams that were carried onLove songs of colors fallUntil their moments are goneYou and I had our callingDreams that were not to beNow like autumn earth's fallingAll that we had is now free Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together role Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together roleOn autumn´s earth Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalOn autumn´s earth Peter S. Quinn


On Autumns Earth This is the beginningNow carry me awayOn to the faraway new dayThat now is born to play Yes this is the beginningMoments dreamed and foundEverything in its singingThat comes again around Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together role Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together roleOn autumn´s earth Yesterdays were all turningIn their beat´s echo heartForever in lay and burningPoles and miles apartFlames of their color givingAll that came from withinDays their dreams own livingAs worlds take their spin Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together role Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together role


On autumn´s earth Swept away in their callDreams that were carried onLove songs of colors fallUntil their moments are goneYou and I had our callingDreams that were not to beNow like autumn earth's fallingAll that we had is now free Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together role Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalTimes of days and worthEach their together roleOn autumn´s earth Flowers on autumn´s earthReaching their own goalOn autumn´s earth Peter S. Quinn


On Floating Wings Mist before my dark eyesIn beautiful everlasting'sDeep azure and purple skiesWith pearly raindrops strings On floating wings Across the oceanMy free heart singsFull of fresh emotionOf the truest loveWinged in fluffy flyLike the clouds aboveConquering new sky Sounds before my own earsIn its gathering breezy toneEach feathered wing to steerTo shine glistening shone On floating wings Across the oceanMy free heart singsFull of fresh emotionOf the truest loveIn my fluffy flyLike the clouds aboveI'll conquer the sky O beautiful heaven farI shall deem in my dreamAcross the diffuse seaThrough the daybreak's beamFinding aspiration waysOn the mountaintops reachAt night and coming daysWithin new turning each The answers all open areIn lofty ways and haze


From ambitions so freeThat in my heart playsAs I clear on with my wingsThe sky of heaven blueAnd in my throbbing singsThrough breezy air to you Misty before my dark eyesI'll glide the space and findWhat in future's front liesAs day's long behindSoaring through the airy turnReaching the heaven's gateProudly the wild I yearnIn each tides debate On floating wings Across the oceanMy free heart singsFull of fresh emotionOf the truest loveWinged in fluffy flyLike the clouds aboveConquering new sky Peter S. Quinn


On Love All love is like a love songWith feelings that come and goAll what the heart shall longAnd much of it you already know The deep of the edge insideListening encircles of dreamsSunshine and shadows that hideAll what in life unreal seems The forest of songs and colorsReveled in summer set daysJust like the breeze that hollersAs when its harp in heart playsCalling by life fires and nameOvertaken of its never returnThe endless of oceans deep flameThat inside of lovers always burn Nothing does matter on whereAll is of touch in its hoursHeart burning feelings everywhereWith scent of its falling flowersLove that calls out and callsJust like the dreamless nightWhen everything from inside fallsOf love that has lost its flight All love is like a love songMaking its burning and flameWeak with its beat or strongNever returning its feelings the same Peter S. Quinn


On The Day I Met You On the day I met youSomething sweet was in the airAnd when I thought I had youYou were gone to somewhereSweetly ways and turning tidesEverything is leavingThrough the pathways and its sidesLove still sits in grieving Every heart is wondermentLike the waves of the shoreInside feeling cannot commentWhen there is so much in storeEvening comes like red dark lineIn to the dark it’s goingSome day again there’ll be sunshineIn its new day glowing Now the heart is searching tooThrough the long gone pastLove songs of the sky so blueTo the drift have gotten lostEvery time we long to findWhat we thought once was dearLeaving something in behindTo emotions inside here Peter S. Quinn


On The Horizon - Sonnet On the horizon of the eveningWhere destiny for everyone truly liesWhere all the birds in their sleep shall on singFrom the going of the day rise sunshine skies And all love is so sweet in romantic moodWith the playing of the twinkling starry shineThe morning on coming is dreamy on foodSo glistening falling in day breaking twine Where shadows are dancing into the nightAnd our dreams will go sailing in desireFrom falling of day in diminishing lightWhen the sun will blow out its living fire As the reddish-golden sky away goesSo our dreams come in with their fancy glows Peter S. Quinn


On The Other Side The Stars Are In Their Glow The stars are in their glowYes tonight yes tonightEach day to evening will goLose its awareness and lightAnd nocturnal dreams come inIn their red glow fire sightGive a touch in twilight spinAnything to raise its flight The stars shine up on the skyKnitting glisten pearly beamFrom evening till dawn highEverything is like a dreamFlowing on and closing hoursIn flames of blue and emberSky is like silvery flowersIn its sentiment and temper The stars are now bright blueFaraway in glistening danceBlinking look coming throughCrossing viewpoint at a glanceNothing in this grows on oldTime is like a stopping clockFantasies that I cannot holdJust glimpse at their golden lock ~*~ On The Other Side There's some difference on the other sideWith so much flowing in growth fertilityWe must go there and for a moment abideKnow if it shall take us somewhere to beSomething of crystal clear sand for livingFeelings that come and fall in grubby rivers


Anything worth for a while in its givingBut can't come of reality that delivers The mountains are high and the walls are roughThe daily schedules done involving choiceApartheid is always a tryout of its bluffIt immobilizes free will - in devoiceThose hours are long in their forgotten stageBut wisely be bright when freedom engage Peter S. Quinn


On The Road The moon gleams silverOn the road, on the road,Moist breasts of earthAre bluish in the light From the blue moon night. The naked earth that lies before meWith pond of water and flower bedsIn middle of August of matured treesAnd before, autumn of color bleeds In the blue moon night. The wind in trees whispers soft and slowOf dark night shadows, dark night shadows,It comes with whisper and then it goesBut the moon still from distance glows In the blue moon nightOn the road, on the road. (In memory of Federico García Lorca/1898-1936) Peter S. Quinn


On The Way Of The Living Road (From Album, LikeLove Is True) Love is heaven and hellFascinations and a charming reinComing through if all goes wellMuscle of emotions strainLost and found by each heartSomething inside that can't depart Take the sweetness of its flameBring its stones with your loadAnything that needs to tameOn the way of the living road Feel its spell through the nightReveal its burning flickSearching lost in their flightDestiny for every new trickEverything that depends uponBroken down till it's won Take the sweetness of its flameBring its stones with your loadAnything that needs to tameOn the way of the living road Trials and errors in disguiseIn the footsteps passing byWhere the road of destiny liesThrough each dale and highWhere the broken promises areNear the ways or in the afar Take the sweetness of its flameBring its stones with your loadAnything that needs to tameOn the way of the living road Faithful judges in each affair


Behind ruins of fatal beautyPassing steps in a spiral stairIn the lines of life's dutyAnything that you hold on toThrough day and night of blue Take the sweetness of its flameBring its stones with your loadAnything that needs to tameOn the way of the living road Peter S. Quinn


On The Wings Of The Wind On the wings of the wind,As we carry life on;Leaving memories behind,From the days we were young.Glittering on like gold,All what is now of past;We can no more on hold,What is withering fast.Into deep forgetfulness,Every day we once knew;Everything becomes less,Drifting into sweet blue.On the wings that can fly,Far away from all here;Over mountains too high,Where the past is not clear.We can gather old ways,In the stories we've learned;But they aren't - same days,'Cause bridges have burned. Peter S. Quinn


On To The Blossoms White On to the blossoms whiteLet all our roads beginInto the new summer lightThat comes now clearly in To every heart out thereTo give the moments newFor everyone to shareEach hope in the sky blue Spring and hope gets you farIts flourishing perfectionSo tranquil they both areIn their untouched direction Oh come to summer sweetAnd carry your light onLove is the truth you needTo bring peace to your lawn ~*~ Peter S. Quinn


On To The Evening And The Night When I'm aloneThe heart is like a falling beatIn its weakening toneAnd empty on crossing streetI feel of life absentFor you are not with meAnd through the ways of presentMy heart is not freeFor everyone's goingIn to the bliss of alightAnd as tomorrow is glowingOn to the evening and the night There is no time to say goodbyeWith a love that was really neverAnd it’s easy going so highFor the hours to spent togetherRight across the deep blue seasOr experience from them allThat our wings shall set and freesWhen right moments shall call When you are like the rising dayAnd I like a dream that is fallingIn the oceans weavings and playOf its very own timeless strollingAnd you are still here with meWith the prospects of skies and cloudsToday and forever in eternityAmong the deep sea waving doubts There is no time to say goodbyeWith a love that was really neverAnd it’s easy going so highFor the hours to spent togetherRight across the deep blue seasOr experience from them allThat our wings shall set and freesWhen right moments shall call


On to the evening and the nightI'll go with the billows of farAnd when the day comes again brightMy experience be a wish like a starThrough across the seas of loveWhich I know that exist not for nowBut as the wind blows the clouds aboveI'll reach to your heart again somehow Peter S. Quinn


On To The Night Just another dayInto the in-betweenThe colors are so grayWhen only dark is seen I thought it would goBut nothing goes at allOn to the night its flowBefore daybreak's call So playful in its runIts shadow's cloudy lightOnto the rising sunAfter a sleepless night I thought it would goLike everything beforeBut still it has a glowA drift on to the lore A day did start darkFrom night in moon danceBut now it has a sparkIn shadows falling trance I thought it would goIn finding its own wayWhen hours in light glowAnd morning meets a day When life is on its beatAnd hours have its soundFull of peoples streetAnd gladness is there found A day did start dark Just another dayInto the in-between


The colors are so grayWhen only dark is seen From yesterdays of blueThe hours are on fallingLet life get here throughFor night again is calling Peter S. Quinn


Once Again I Love You (From My Musical, This Is MyLife) Is it youThat is callingComing throughTo each echo falling Once again I love youFeel so close nowEverything is up to youTo mange somehow Listen to the songs of silenceListen to my beating heartThere is something in the tranceMaking love in its moment's start Is it youThat is callingComing throughTo each echo fallingBringing on truthInto every turnLove is always eternal youthMoving wheels forward yearn Once again I love youFeel so close nearEverything is up to youCome and bring it hereLove songs that don't dieInside the throbbing onFill spaces in tones highTill the mood's almost gone Listen to the songs of silenceListen to my beating heartThere is something in the tranceMaking love in its moment's start


Peter S. Quinn


Once Again… Once again there's time to singOf anything worth knowingAnd knowledge to the light bringHow worthy love is glowingHands before were so much subtleIn each their trust makingFilling the around with its rebuttalGhosts of misfortunes waking Once again 'dawn's winter late'Into the darkness is achingWith every footstep in its debateThat frostily ice was takingFor now is time to rise and findThe long and liking catchLeaving mirrors of shadows behindThat too far to sun did stretch Peter S. Quinn


One By One One by one they gosteps into the future,tomorrow's a glowing glownothing is for sure. I had a dream like youday and into night,morning is coming bluefrom its dreamy flight. One by one we knowhow time passes by,it's either fast or slowas time moments fly. I had a dream like youmorning comes all bright,time is flying througha day becomes a night. One by one they gohours into their past,time we do not knowuntil its hours are lost. Like flowers do comefrom seeds of life new,our life's like a blossomif it is pure and true. Our life's like a blossom,if it is pure and true! Peter S. Quinn


One Cell In Time one cell in time the eternal space flying away to dreams one little momentit's gone forever into the world of a broken chainthe unknown sea of swirling motionsrunning around space one cell in timethe flickering light bulb that comes and goesfar into to the misty skiesthat breathes out our livesthe circling shadowsof dreamsthe understanding of this worldnot comprehended in othersnight finding forestsone cell in timethe protoplasmwe never knewthat comesand goes bang! Peter S. Quinn


One Day Like This One day like thisBeautiful morning going onIn to its faraway dreamy blissWhat has come shall be goneBefore the day has reach its kiss Everything is turning on to youThrough the sky of everlastingOn to the high and blueWhat to the faraway is castingAnd coming so clearly through One day like this loveYesterday is gone foreverBurning the clouds far aboveReach to its destiny neverOnly to be like a white hazy dove Everything is turning to newGiving its sunshine for nowLove songs that come always throughManaging with destruction somehowWhen there are ways so untrue Dreams of the dreams togetherReaching the far beyondGood of the peaceful weatherThat now in these times is foundWhen we together come back around Peter S. Quinn


One More Step To Dark (From, Poet On Www) One more step to dark,The hour is now late;Shadows deepen spark,Fills up faceless fate.Greeting to the wind,That follows to the sea;Fresh not disciplined,That comes so vigilantly. One more day ahead,In autumn shady ways;Colors have all bled,And wither now to grays.Summer's long time gone,With dreams in sky blue;New thoughts now in drawn,Seemingly deeply through. One more dreaming hides,Full of longings still;When winter thought abides,With emptiness to fill.Cold is wintry breeze,That in footsteps follows;Shakes the leafless trees,And branches full of crows. Peter S. Quinn


One Summer Day (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) One summer dayI felt your heartHow love came to playIn its morning of startLike a dawn was inWith its escalating fireThe wings ruffle’s spinOf its innermost desire The yesterdays gone From wintry arctic blowAnd numbness there doneIn the hoary icily glowFeelings lost in weatherTouching the mood of dimNo one close togetherOnly the chill whimsy whim One summer nightWhen songs are heart's newIn the evening of lightPuffs of ways that are trueI gave you my allAcross every bright awakeIn a morning shines lollThat such pale make Peter S. Quinn


One Thing's For Certain One thing's for certainI'll have to go,For I've searched in vainFor new love to grow;But nothing will befallThe tears still come,Like the rain comes for allThough more eager for some. One thing will perishWhen true love disposes,What we hold and cherishLike bleeding roses;Anger and dissentMy heart is mislead,If to hatred acquaintFor it will then bleed. One thing I'll knowThat trust will progress,Like seed has to growBefore it's address;I'll open my armsAnd try to prevail,Though war only harmsAnd makes love stale. Peter S. Quinn


One Thing's For Certain (From, Lost Song Poems) One thing's for certainI'll have to go,For I've searched in vainFor new love to grow;But nothing will befallThe tears still come,Like the rain comes for allThough more eager for some. One thing will perishWhen true love disposes,What we hold and cherishLike bleeding roses;Anger and dissentMy heart is mislead,If to hatred acquaintFor it will then bleed. One thing I'll knowThat trust will progress,Like seed has to growBefore it's address;I'll open my armsAnd try to prevail,Though war only harmsAnd makes love stale. Peter S. Quinn


Ónefnd Eru Ljó?in ónefnd eru ljó?insem tungl og stjörnur eigasem fara umhverja nótt ég veit ?au eru óravegume? bliksem koma og faraog engin skilur alveg og álíka langt í burtuog heimarhinu meginsem rá?ast ekki hér ónefnd eru ljó?insem tungl og stjörnur eigahverja stjörnubjarta nóttá dökkum vefi tímans Peter S. Quinn


Ónefnt Kvæ?i Brosir vi? mér björt sólblæbyr?arík og mildklæ?ir lá? í grænan kjólgróska kemur í fylgdlífsins lei?i hverfur núlandi öllu yfir?ví blómin móti birtu snúbjörg svo a? lifir brosir vi? mér björt sólblærinn leikur um a? vildgróska gægist fram úr hólgrösin ver?a brá?um gildallt er fagurt allt er ljúftundur núna gerast?a? sem hvíldi duli? djúptdrjúgt me? vindi berast brosir vi? mér björt sólsem blærinn heitur er í fylgdsumar sem í fyrra kólsig upp hefur af stakari snilldallt er fagurt allt er blíttelsku foldin frí?a?ú aftur byrjar upp á nyttog ár og dagar lí?a (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Ongoing Reasons Bring me some peace in hereWhere bewilderment's still fallsShadows dance everywhereAnd destinies always give callsThe seasons still come and goSome will settle your growthBe buried like footsteps in snowOr give you something of both Give me some picture in mindTo imaging what to do nextOngoing reasons can be blindIf there is no following textCity lights lead the remotenessFrom darkness and till sunriseAlways the autobahn is freshWith traffic that's low or high Try once each of existence tasteYou will know what you needSo much is gathered into wasteNothing can ever be guaranteedForests of knowledge are thereSurroundings’ only with distressTake just your need and be awareQuantity is of quality much less Peter S. Quinn


Only A Time For So Much Peace There is only a time for so much peaceFlying away with every moment to goAs days become easy and the nights here flowLove is the magic to do what it pleaseLet the junctures leave and discharge its leaseThat in to each unconsciousness flowLike enduring morning with its sunshine glowAwakening its colors in the day release Hours are many that never come throughSomething by no means is done with relievePining like birds drifting above here by Drill of the old with the days to renewMuch is in there - in the ways to retrieveJust like sunup with the coming blue sky Peter S. Quinn


Only An Autumn Song Only an autumn songThat's returning and turningFor intermits longOn to the evening burning Where leaves keep fallingIn yellow's brown redMerry-go-round strollingThat life has bled Only a love going themeFrom the forest roadOn to eternal river streamWith gone summer load For the dark is now nearWith moon in bluish grayAnd shadows dance reappearIn all their dimly play Only a song to the nightFlowing its tones throughOf once inspirational delightAnd colors bright and new For winter is now callingOn to the time's aheadWith autumn leaves fallingQuietly on garden´s bed Peter S. Quinn


Only Bring Me Melodies Only bring me melodiesTo sing along and liveTime’s past memoriesForever to dream and giveSweet love flows easilyThrough moments awakeningLike summer wind breezilyFeelings again in making Easy footsteps goingThrough the time distancesOur breezing blowingGiving worthy chancesEverybody always tryingTo find the rising sunHours through here flyingTill the day is done Only bring me lyricsThat my heart can knowFor life are much of empiricsIn its time’s of to and froLove songs that come to singWith a beautiful mindDistances together bringLeaving indifference behind Only bring me what I needFor each coming trialsTrue love is what has freedAll the lost aching miles… * Peter S. Quinn


Only Sweet Love Sometime our stars will shineInto the darkish nightTwinkle together and twineMaking the sky brightWhen that occasion comesBringing us together closeThere will be no more numbsOnly sweet love ethosRight from the start we knowIf love will be bornFor it will rise with the flowNever in doubt be tornEach breast knows of thisWhere its feelings are set toLike lover's beginning kissIt needs to be clean and trueSometimes a doubt may ariseIf these are feelings correctFor this world have many liesAnd too many ways to reject Peter S. Quinn


Only Time Will Tell Only time will tellWhat a heart can growIts wishes and spellExperience shall knowUpcoming each morningLives circling tidesOn roads ahead learningTo look at both sides You are yourself givingTies you have tiedRemembering and livingWhen daily works abideEach blossom's desireWith might goes blissLike morning's new firesIs each of its kiss You make your own roadWhere dreams come thruIts work and its loadIs a part of what's youYou don't need thoseThat never gives a worthThey are thorn on a roseAnd dust of the earth Peter S. Quinn


Only Trust Your Heart Only trust your heartMy dreams are for youFeelings here to startSomething from out of blueYesterdays gave its sunshineWhat shall we live todayDrawing a trustful lineIn how its heart shall play I’ll try to give everythingWhile I’m still at it hereCome and with me singLet us together shareSomething of love’s worthTrying to do our own bestOur love song to this earthThat we are with blessed Only trust your true loveDoubt never feelings of truthThey’re endless in plenty ofSpring and summer youthLove that is inside foundGives more than it takesComes again young aroundPlentiful heart up wakes Peter S. Quinn


Only You Only you in my dreamsThe sunshine of its glowingYou are gone but still it seemsThat your love your showing Hope is in your memoriesAll I love and have here stillYour melodies like symphoniesBeats of my hope to fulfill Whispers in the dark of deepHours gone to winter's mornStill your love I have and keepAlways in it so newly born You who gave me much delightIn your thoughts and sensitivityAlways in my dreams at nightI still have you here with me Gone are all the days of springInto night and darker daysBut of those memories I'll singAll the times and all its ways Whispers from the wintry leavesOn the earth and all aroundFinding tones in freshly retrievesLove that's to reach a new found Only you in my dreamsThe sunshine of its glowingYou are gone but still it seemsThat your love your showing Finding tones in freshly retrievesLove that's to reach a new found Love that's to reach a new found


Peter S. Quinn


Only You Can Tell Me Why Only you can tell me whyDeep is so deep like the blue skyA heart that becomes trueIs a love song inside of youLike twilight is before dawnAnd each dream shall go onYou are you and what you feelSomething differently from my real Pure indigo darkish nightWhere stars of wonder shine brightAnd love is delicate in its hueLike my heart is sometimes blueFeelings in this endless deepOurs forever or a moment to keepLines and curves that go and hideAs they through the heaven glide A fallen star's glimmering lightAn instant for it misses its flightWhy is it that we can not follow?A wishing star to its blanket hollow Peter S. Quinn


Open Sea It’s a lovely open seaFor you and for me Waves away goingIn their tides flowing Dreams they walk byTo open up future sky Feelings are the sameDesire burning flame Peter S. Quinn


Open Skies Of Hours Open skies of hoursTime adjust each new playThe forgetful dayflowersGathering as they mayMeaningless dried voicesStraws of time and windEach and everyone’s choicesSame short and twinned Grasses of the minutesEvery footstep doneBlossoms that alternatesCobweb’s that have spunReasons and its whisperRemembering reappearingPictures getting crisperWhen they are disappearing Kingdoms of the choicesForces shading colorQuiet together rejoicesClouds of skies dullerLeaning shapes and formsTwisting through the lostSomething without normsIn its forms embossed Peter S. Quinn


Open Surreal Dreams (From,134 Picture Poems) open surreal dreamslightly imagesgleaning from sleep touch some timeor disseminatingto wake me even Peter S. Quinn


Open The Way Open the way to indefinite stairwaysThe corridors of time can come here throughEverything's a feeling until it's trueSo many conduits and a lot of grays This song has been sung many times beforeWith each its line through vortex destinyComing and leaving always on its freeSometimes to go through the unwrapped door Strange clouds are rising on the horizon skyThough falling once more when nearer they comeWe could ask questions in wonderment whyThough never know reasons where this is all from Time is our only means to measure its lotWhat we think is relative - and what is not Peter S. Quinn


Open To The Sky (Haiku) Open to the sky,These mountains narrow and high- Like efforts we try. Peter S. Quinn


Open Your Heart Open your heartTo the days comingRight from startOf its hours blossoming Time that are pleasuresInside and outWalking way treasuresWithout a doubt Flowers of morningDay to nightMany ways learningTo the customs bright Giving and takingAll that is hereMoments of joy wakingFor you to share Feelings of pastGoing on to goTimes in moment’s lostLike a morning glow Peter S. Quinn


Open Your Heart 2 Open your heartAnd let it flow todayMorning of a new startOn to the glow and play Each day is strongerIf you give of your allDreams become youngerIn their purpose and call Let no hope goThat touches your mindFor ways are like a glowYou need to search and find Open the freedomThat lies in your heartLet ever new blossomFrom day's first start Nothing is goingThat you keep to giveAnd from inside is showingWhere your roots live Open your heartLet it rise up and flyAnd nothing shall departIf you work and you try Peter S. Quinn


Opened Wounds And The Inside Scar There are some reasons on the darkish sideWith silences growing till they are lostFeelings of endless discontent and frostThat through secret passageways abideThe circling ways of the shattered glass thornsThat gives much aching not accounted forWith blood opened wounds and the inside scarFrom the whole aspect of contemptible scorns Hurting to others in sorrowful threatMingling torturous into sleeper's peaceWith deep spoons of distress rises and fallsFrom the pestilent sick and the hard-setDerision imposition to increaseAnd just with pain its privation is meet - under construction - Peter S. Quinn


Opening Light Opening lightFrom the night goneAll shines brightOn and onFeeling with a mightIn day glowingNow time's rightSteady on flowing Dreams that we seeAre coming thruWith you just to beIn their renewI thought it lostWith every nightBut then it a crossedInto day’s height Filling the hoursOf coloring shineMorning light flowersYours and mineJust like a dreamFrom a deep oceanWhere waves seemShaped from its emotion Peter S. Quinn


Opening Spaces And Days Now this time is going awayInto the nowhere of a landMeeting the grayness of its dayLetting you not understandWhy it’s so for a whileGiven the makes that you doThis is your own kind of styleYou should get on to it too Follow me down to my ownWhere I've forgotten to rememberIn the interior of this townPlayfully grounds of amberRusting leaves standing aloneWhere they once glowed for moresSummer skies into their ownOpening spaces and days I had a dream to forgetNothing in there ever wasI don't now really regretJust let things go on and passFor time always is hereStanding at the outsider’s gateNever be though of it awareBecause it’s curved - never strait Peter S. Quinn


Opportunities Make my life so wonderfulIf something in there is dullHave a pleasure full wayEvery single opportunity dayThere are giving's of dreams come trueAnd everything is up to youWonderful things that areLike a wish upon a falling star Dreams are so many fullNever do they come quite dullThere are meanings in everyone's lifeYou just got to stand up and strifeFinding your own kind of way'Giving that opportunity to a new dayNothing here in life is certainAll needs its positive time wordin´' Come as you may - you may!Opportunities, here to my day!I shall not be so far from it allWhen the opportunity gives its callThat's why I'm waiting on hereTrying to catch a new breath of airYou know dreams are for everyoneTherefore I carry on and on Peter S. Quinn


Ordinary People - A Song Last midnight was my turning dreams and waysComing down and settle for the inside blueLights of redness in dark and swinging graysEverywhere around and coming throughMy Love was never easy steps awayBeing with her should be easy all along‘You and I wonder for every dayGiving of both - to yet another song’ And I woke up this morning feeling fineRecalling to my senses somethingThis was being in my dreams there from last night:Ordinary people are hard to defineWith every sense of what they will bringWhen they come together in their new flight - under construction - Peter S. Quinn


Ort Hef Ég Ljó? Ort hef ég ljó?uppúr svefniævintyri ?ar fögur gerast?ér ég ?etta?essvegna nefni?ví ?a?an sögurí huga minn berast Ort hef ég umástar ?ungasem innundir brjóstinu slóliljan hvítalífsins ungalif?i til a? blómstraog sí?an dó (The Crew) Peter S. Quinn


Our Candle Lights Our candle lights are burningIn its ever glowing outThru day and dims learningWhat brightness is aboutA gentle feeling to tenderWithin the heart's deepAnd to its love surrenderFor days and years to keep This light's like a morningThat passes here thruWithout any forward warningIt just is all trueIn its on flickers yearningThat gives its renewOur candlelight that’s burningIn its hour and venue Our moments are always goingIn the steady time onLike light of candles glowingTill all of it is goneA day and night is brighterWith its turning flameAnd futures tomorrow brighterIt never stays the same Peter S. Quinn


Our Days Are Never Gone Our days are never goneThey just sleep awaySomewhere they once shoneBearing seeds new to playMoods are changing the heartFreshness always is comingGiving birth to a new startAnd yesteryears up summing Easy is for ever moreFlowing to and deliverWhat days might have in store?For the easy going giverNothing is to be of darkBehind hidden closed doorsEvery spirit shall embarkWhat its beauty soon explores Care comes a great dealThrough your recreationInside much how you feelA proportion of temptationNothing will be of its pastThat you try to reside fromIt might be a short bombastBut prosperity is its outcome Peter S. Quinn


Our Dreams So Dear Our dreams so dear in their wakeOf the night and silence hourDark or shadows away they takeIn tenderness of their empowerThat eases down all sorrows heartacheThat night has in its flower The dreams of shades in gleaming nightThat gives of their morning eyesBefore the day comes in the brightAnd fills with longing skiesOur heart that beats in beat so tightAnd never holds doubtful lies These dreams to find and from to giveEach day newfound in trustThe heart that beholds again to liveTo find each throbbing mustEach love that is like glow positiveWhen everything else seems lost Peter S. Quinn


Our Hopeful Summer Dreams are whisperingIn peace and freedomAffections here to singIn each and every bloomThe gardens become greenTo share in its beautyAnd everything yet not seenIs here to rise and be Oh sweetness of new springThe time of tranquil dayWhen little birds shall singAnd on the boughs playWhen harmony comes inWith breezing that will breezeAnd take a little spinIn between the greening trees We love this time of yearWhen darkness leaves the skyAnd the fragrances with flairRides the waiting highWe love this wonderful timeFor all that is newThe freshness into primeWhen the sky is blue Each day we treasure dearEach hour so quite and nearSo easy on the eyesThe tinctures beautiful riseThe sunshine everywhereThat comes through here and thereTo learn to live and loveAnd bring peace around much of The yesterdays are goneWith darkness and its grieveNow here is only fun


And rain soothes just so briefThis is what we go forAnd memories shall keepWhen there is summer no moreAnd only demise deep But let us feel it nowInside with pleasuresWith every summer set vowThat eye and heart treasuresThe world is full of contrastFor seeds in the earthBut life must come and trustEach living and its worth There is in this all hopeThe tides will bring with peaceLet none of it elopeInto the blowing breezeFor we must see and trustThe ways that surrounds usBefore the summer is lostInto the stretching buss The beauty of summer's breastIs just for a moment dressedAnd in its way blessed (In POETRY IN THE MAKING (1970) Hughes stated that there is no ideal form ofpoetry or writing. His poetry ranged from free verse to highly structured formsand rhyme schemes. He gradually abandoned traditional forms and stated thatthe 'very sound of metre calls up the ghosts of the past and it is difficult to singone's own tune against the choir.' Ted Hughes (1930-1998) - byname of Edward J. Hughes) Peter S. Quinn


Our Lovable Thoughts We have our days,For enduring affection;Our turning ways,Destruction abjection -Passion of heart,Feelings and mood;Right from the start,Refined or crude - Our lovable thoughts,Our hearts contend;Our splits the odds,Of rise and relent.Candor and art,All in our fate;Right from the start,We could debate. We hold tight on to,What we stand for;It's sometimes so true,Like peace and war. Peter S. Quinn


Our Love Is Here To Stay Our love is here to stay,With days and nights unborn;Romantically we will play,Until it's both old and worn.There is no turning back way,For we to love have sworn;To be together for everyday,Though love is very 'tricorn'. You can say this and that,But nothing needs to be true;You don't know what you're at,Until it is all quite through.What you did, if you stood pat,Because it is remembered too!That's how they are that stat,And nothing seems there new. Our love is here to stay,Though only if you so implant;To fate each love shall pay,Until it no longer just can't.Yes love is all, or else it mayFade into a forgotten strand;We do need it to make okay,So we can our life understand. Peter S. Quinn


Our Secret Sea Our secret sea,Of feelings from the heart;Inside you and me,Never should depart. Each is there to teach,And giving so much;Some we can't reach,Even with fingering touch. Burning love to ashes,Ever changing sky;Heart and content passes,Some of them will die. Distance grow and fall,What we have to say;Our love's therefore all,Though we don't know today. Trust you heart with this,For it is not always here;Just like a fondly first kiss,Always through years - is near. Peter S. Quinn


Our Time Now here is our time going bySongs of moments filling the skyFull of its barking and juicy boneAll in together or all alone Day of each turning and goingMemories passing and on growingMeeting each one in its hoursSun shining days or its showers South onto North and turningFields of moments yearningPassing us by till all is goneThis is how our life must go on Like stars blinking in the nightMoment's glow like eyes brightEast and West finding their waySunrise sunset onto new day Peter S. Quinn


Our Time (From 'Meet The Moments') Our time’s so fragile and lost in daysThrough the wonders of the paths doneOur luck asunder in its many waysCarrying us through till it's goneHere and there we do understandWhat keeps us standing still to reach outThere are so many different ways to commandThrough our times and days about We are trying with our wings to reach highNot everything will go on flyingSome our hopes shall slip fall and dieBut it's worth every aspect of tryingThis is how every heart lights its fireThrough thick and thin till the very endEvery love song is something to desireFill with our wishes and realities blend ChorusEvery line is quite slight in its holdWe will try till we can't achieve no moreReaching into the forgetfulness of yoreLife is what they gave you - your parentsUse it well and use it wisely tooEverything in a while makes transparenceFor the night to catch in and renew Chorus Peter S. Quinn


Our Times Our times are like undertone amplenessGoing into the new and the coming breezeMoments to giveaway in their agilenessWith discreetly gripping aspects carefreeEverything is in its endless goingCausing our taste in varieties decisionsOddness of tomorrow not now knowingWithin its serration and fresh precision Watch the far sky in cloudiness and clearSo much to reach over times shoulderWhat you thought to far off - coming soon nearTick tacks clockwork's growing instance olderOur times like destinies build in a yearSome of their sideways you should be aware Peter S. Quinn


Ours Never For Long (From My Musical, This Is MyLife) Now the day is gone everywhereIn darkness winter callsSome somber thoughts to steerLike the shadows on the wallsThere's no shelter in dayOnly the dim deep to swarmA flickering emptiness trayInside your heart to warm Walking spaces of lonelinessNothing to come but the blueOpening up less and lessTo every thought from youShaking the ways of instinctStaying so far in the insideUnderstanding with no intellectWhere each abyss abide Living and still longing for loveThat far is from everything nowJust like the horizon thereofThat into afternoons disavowHaunting's of cold so deepHowling though wind I hearOurs never for long to keepSweeping with their voices blear Peter S. Quinn


Outside The darkness claws are outsideCatching the winds desireAs whisperers of its softness glideIn circling ways always higher Mirages that we really do not knowIn their ever going wind pianoAs the clouds above in dark will growThrough chances of to and fro Each sound is there awakingIn its white racket of darker airAs the trees outside windows are shakingMoving their leaves in new aware Peter S. Quinn


Outside These Broken Wings (From, Coradoba) Shall I look for heart?Outside these broken wingsWhere will the singer start?Tuning his tender stringsIf not inside the windowOf the pureness to beThat falls around like glowFor anyone in love to see Bring your feelings outsideWhere the dust will settle downFlickering fires will abideFrom seeds of feeling sownWings fly across the skyFinding not always the waySome of love’s fires dieIn the rising of cold day Tune though your strings wellSinger of timeless songsEmotions can never foretellWhere the inside belongsReasonable ways are there noneOnly feelings and dreamsCatch the waves one by oneSome is different than seems Peter S. Quinn


Over The Dreaming Over the dreaming of the darkish steerEvery blossom comes through the brierThrough wandering aspects of fates fireIn of the moments from its profiteerBush of darkish leaves or evergreenGiving with its thoughts that never shall paleAnd nowhere in structure neither to failFor the truth is in words that stay between The dew of the dawn shall mirror your heartAnd have the moon's sphere in your fairy deepTo seek every pearl that hangs steadyLive with rubies that never bear apartAnd all are for yours always then to keepIf you be steadfast and for gems ready Peter S. Quinn


Over The Rainbow (From, The River Sings On) Over the rainbowI'm waiting for you,Hours that overflowInto the blue;What can I say,No words will giveAnother bright day,In futures to live. We might be happyWith what we have got,Though times get snappyFor what they are not;Bright sides and bluebirdsYesterday's spring,On and on new flirtsAs tender hearts sing. Over the cloudy skyWhere wonders meets eyes,Our time passes byAnd futures new lies;Just a step here beyondOh blow wind oh blow,No earth is there bondOnly colors of glow. Peter S. Quinn


Overnight Overnightwhen elements are calmby the water The skydances gentlyinto oblivion times Somewherein my thoughts Peter S. Quinn


Overnight (From,134 Picture Poems) overnightwhen elements are calmby the water the skydances gentlyinto oblivion times somewherein my thoughts Peter S. Quinn


Pace By Pace The day is coming to the eveningWith hours of its secret passagewaysFrom winter's rises and falls - in cloud graysWhen nothing but the breeze to bare trees singThe darkness is endless - in its motionsFilling the space with longings all aroundContented moments nowhere at this time foundJust distant sometimes hoping notions Pace by pace the light flickers fragile onTo nothingness of its pestilent wickEach day becoming longer in winter's stillThe flowers and the colors - all long goneTo time’s keeping clock and its steady tickWho's circling rounds - has promises to fill Peter S. Quinn


Pale Eyes Of Winter Days Pale eyes of winter daysNeon lights flowingSlicking streets - wintry waysAutumn's row glowingEdge of dim lightsThe face of shadowsCrossing left's and rightsPacing fasts and slows Doorways and windowsFacades of solid whiteTime's ticking - wind blowsIn curves of dull lightWeaving waves of coldThe sleepy dreams of spaceSeconds in numbs holdIcy transmit and glace Wintry eyes of the frostRun thru fallen brakeOn the ground glossedLeft’s of summer's wake Peter S. Quinn


Passages Of Secret Days Shining On (From, DriedFlowers) Passages of secret days shining on,Pilgrim's tale of dusty roads and desire;Carefree thoughts of times in yesterdays gone,Different world of meaning - forgotten fire.Repented stillness of the faraway past,Era with wilt warm and ravening sunset;Things of many pleasures inside different cast,What's now in books or has been laid to rest.Love that had a meaning - words in peace,From every day of the discoursing still;Yester-sunset warm broken from its lease,Every dream that once had hours to fulfill.Narratives of times dwining particles,To the future's printed - with new articles. Peter S. Quinn


Passion Much is of feelingInside of it allAlways some reelingBefore its fallMoods that find meGiving and takingIn entirelyLove of tender waking No one else but youHere now by my sideWinter’s coming thruIn icily glideDreams that once were trueIn their darkness hideTill spring comes newWith bright day and wide What it all has gotIn such a surprisePassion that is hotQuickly then diesSweet smile and tearsComing and then goThru the days and yearsAnd you shall again know No one else but youHere now by my sideWinter’s coming thruIn icily glideDreams that once were trueIn their darkness hideTill spring comes newWith bright day and wide Much is of regretWeary out a heartThen comes neglect


Again it'll startTorch of insideAnd Making me feelFor a short abideIt becomes quite real Peter S. Quinn


Past Comes Slowly In (From, Dried Flowers) Past comes slowly in and is before you,While the world's making ways that always are;We are walking the streets from old to new,Sketching up plans that should be going far.Our life is full of drafts and whole reviews,And with the objects to some other thoughts;Moods of glory masks of ironic previews,Future roads and streets into highway knots.Life was never for slowing down or fear,Always new in thinking there before next;Turning around in tides and the coming year,Absorb in and making more old and flexed.Past thoughts like memories slowly burning,Swirling forces merry-go-round churning. Peter S. Quinn


Pathway To Light Pathway to lightFrom sky of goldLike a bird on its flightThat nothing can holdSummer set daybreakTo a rising new dayAt the golden bay lakeWhere birds of life play Morning is glowingFull of its freshly yearnWhere dreams are goingAnd nights once did burnOnto the day light hoursFull of gentle wind and cryWith dew on the flowersAs the moment goes by Pathway to brightFrom times of oldWhere once there was nightAnd dreams manifoldNow there is singingOf life's happiness callSpark of life it´s bringingTo one and to all Peter S. Quinn


Pavarotti With a singing voice he fliedIn his passion and commitmentEvery peaceful hope he triedWith his heart in its fulfillmentSong like love coming thoroughlyEvery time in deep reflectionsWhen art admirations is trulyIn every its made selections Skylark voices to hours bringFilling every dream of stateWhen a voice of golden did singTo give us love and never hateHow each tone is in its unisonWith the harmonies he has triedBringing music to its on and onTill the last tone in air had died 'O mio babbino caro, 'Oh make each song become freeLike breezes in trees goForever through and lastinglyFor every ear that listensFor beauty to come and liveThrough moments and glistensThat tone of music can give Every moment in celebratingVictories in voice beat achievingNever to the world outdatingFeelings and passions in relievingSomewhere his voice is still singingGiving care for each life lossA heart of love in voice bringingWith hope for all to come across 'O mio babbino caro, 'Oh make each song become freeLike breezes in trees go


Forever through and lastingly Peter S. Quinn


Pearly Pearly Snow Pearly pearly snowFrom winter's wonderlandGlimmering in glowLike twinkling wristbandHow wonderful you areNo words can describe thisLike little earthly starIn your dreamy bliss The glisten cold outsideOn pearly frosty iceWhere wonderments abideIn its enchanting tiesEach small dropp of glareGems from nature's stillSo little but so fairIn their dreams to fill Pearly pearly whiteLike silver layered lineGlowing in your sightOf rainbows colors shineSo much is there stunningIn new morning risingWhen glow’s awakeningAnd eyes fantasizing Peter S. Quinn


Pendulum Of Love Each love is of deepBeyond all the thingsTrue flowers to keep It’s a song that singsDreams that don‘t fadeAll inside every kiss For everyone it’s madeFor everyone to missAll that now plays Giving a beating heartTrue colors and waysThat summer fresh start In days and its nightsAnd evening on songsLove thoughts in flights To those that longsThe hours are turningLike merry-go-round New things learningPearls still to be foundEach love is of deep In times of years goingThe ticktack of sleepPendulum is showing Peter S. Quinn


People Like Us People like usEverywhere aroundLike dices in life's tossLost - sometimes foundGive and try each hopeFlowers are fallingMend your struggle - copeFuture is still calling Like a sudden waveEverything goes and turnsMoments we do craveNever for another adjournsSilver born cloud aboveFollowing purple sunsetLike first night's loveNever again to be met Discharging each heartbeatAfter the fires frailWill we in the future meet?To follow lost trailCome and give yesterdaysFlowing charging onLife’s many mystical waysAre never in time done Peter S. Quinn


People Like Us - Dreamers Somewhere we will go somedayWhere all the dreams fade tooI hope it will be a long wayBefore our dreams are throughShine on your own blue skyWith everything you want it to beGive your time a worthy tryFor others there something to see People like us come to shineWalking their way to beginAll that you say could be fineIf you allow it - inside inReasons are fading here aroundFantasies coming and dreamsSomething so obscure there foundNothing in a reality seems Somewhere we will go somedayBut not to day I only hopeReasons uncountable now playIn with a world of catastropheWhen will our dreams get through?When will everybody realizeWe need our blue sky not one newTime of importance now away flies Peter S. Quinn


People's Searching Desire People's searching desireTheir soft thornsWithout images of love Helpless feelingsThrough haunting soul Arms embracingSuffering Peter S. Quinn


Perfume From Old Gardens Perfume from old gardensLike yellow leaves areLove scents of lifeDaydreams and wishing starWhere every day's aliveTill the night comes newFallen landscape arrowsGlisten gleaming through Flowers and the petalsNow under blue moonRising over the shadowsFrom the eve and noonHeart with its many echoesBeats in time and lostThrough the flow of openInto earth's dark rust Daydreams in memoryCatching crimson shadesSlowing up in motionEvery instance fadesLandscapes in their secretsTo none are ownedUnbeknownst to the futureWhat colors haven't toned Peter S. Quinn


Perhaps PerhapsA beat was left out from our heartFor the bombs are falling right nowWhere does our compassion start?When we’re lost from here somehowNothing is turning out rightWhen there are suffering around to findCome gather abundance of lightTo guide those out that are blind Bring better ways to our homeMuch can be done with those seedsWhen seedlings grow around chromosomeOf the bombardments shell deedsYou are my world that I live inI may grow prospects from you rootsSo much to conquer and give inOf your many ways unlike beauts Give me a reason to fill with beatsEach of your streets in the distanceEvery hope in the would-be meetsShall come again to have existencePerhapsA beat was left out from our heartBut we must awake our fiery glowsAnd raise its characters in the restartOf tomorrow’s of ‘Nobody Knows’ Peter S. Quinn


Perhaps (From,134 Picture Poems) perhapsthe end of love where pulse and mindover eye and body will shape the desirethat is found Peter S. Quinn


Personal Chromoscope (From, Poet On Www) The loveliness of you,Seems everywhere around;Like all this azure blue,Beyond makes you astound.We have had so many ways,That never will be lost;And nights and even days,That never gets crossed. You gave my heart so much,With your searching hope;We need to seize or clutch,Our personal chromoscope. We are so much for dreams,And what can not be seen;From what under streams,And everything in between.My love we need it too,Like wintry sea and waves;It's up to me and you,To find what each one craves. You gave my heart so much,With your searching hope;We need to seize or clutch,Our personal chromoscope. And love is all so golden,Like morning rising sun;True love is often embolden,Through each lives abjection. Peter S. Quinn


Petal By Petal Petal by petalThis rose of loveSummer and fallFull passion ofFeelings are pinkAnd rosy redSoftness its linkSummer its bed Glow by glowInside and outWhite as snowYellow no doubtColors and shadeIn never endingSunshine it madeLove’s its blending Morning and nightAlways in the newSoft lines at sightEach of them trueLove‘s true passionAdmired blossomEach its precisionScent and bloom Peter S. Quinn


Peter's Song There is time for a springIn each morning of thriveWith the days that we singFor being here with its driveSo much joy for a playingComing around and to liveWith its moods and its swingIn each goal we're weighing The Crew Peter S. Quinn


Philosopher's Stone Philosopher's stone at the heaven's gateWill give its illumine conception brightIn the ways that the distances collateForm the evening and in to the nightEach wing that complies shall go full strength freeFind with time every castle in the cloudOnset gleam that the futures will seeEach of the mirages that are allowed What we knew long ago but now don't knowTill we set for new journeys with closed eyesTo the realms of the Lady of The LakeFollow the intuition ensue to your flowThis world's reality - is in a disguiseInference when you are still not awake Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #1 the narrow streetsin a little town with night houseschasing dreams of blue golden skyand castles Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #10 a cloud to touchfrom stars beyond long heavenand light of time anything you'll awakeand for life like Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #100 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Casting a nightof light poems withmoon dragonand time shadows dawn's watchingand trading inher changes Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #101 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Cloud of peacefloats on fire like timethat strife on life happensto changesrunning forever Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #102 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Touch life nerveswith a tingling desire keep outanything that strikes true peaceof time's look Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #103 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Long time agofire lights crossed a cloudand life happened with nerves of changesand true desire Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #104 Ascending pacewith shading patchesand beating drums onward courseriveted black twitching tale tranquil outdoorsand nature paws Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #105 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Yellowed fadedrummaged roses together good and dustythe forty reddened eyes of peered thingsthrough rifled yearsand emptied Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #106 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Caverns shadowshustling wingless zoomings light flyingunder and upflickering the dark swiftly the night zephyrs Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #107 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Question nota bleeding gamefrom fast-forward running write dreamsto a broken end that punches the kick Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #108 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Shadowsin evening souls light throughthe door gliding angels of sunset’s soft wings embracingthe time dancing moments Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #109 (From, This Is My Wasteland) New silvery seawith glittering mistyof the day tomorrow sparklesfloated slowly across rhythm in shadowsfrom dreams Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #11 anything changesthat outlasts a crash with the lookand lifefire is from in and out Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #110 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Across the shimmeringsoft stardust of mingled misty waters down the horizonwith gray luster my undulating sleep began Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #111 (From, This Is Mmy Wasteland) Dark cloudshove graspingin abyss of heaven's dawn night amidstchanging light embraced bytime seasons Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #112 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The bookof currents glow the revealing watersof secret gray sea dance of windand salt-airupon the blue Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #113 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Pictures breathing virgin air snow fallenfinely iced corns shining newand silently melting around soft jewels Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #114 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Phantom ripplesbeyond tongue-flame through nightinto lamp-lit light rain and earth's firetimeless twilight's gold-dust elfin dreams and magic Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #115 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The moment angelswith soft earthly eyes thirst for freedomin peace gardens and desert liliesmade in blue Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #116 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Touch the heaventhat in peace waits the starsin life lights floats fire keepseach time awake Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #117 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Lights beyondfire clouds stars floatingalong the moon elsewhere timein heaven's peaceit seems Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #118 (From, This Is My Wasteland) A riddled sunflowerhung at ramparts for answerstalking its brittle seed having timeto bend the sky Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #119 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Pictureson the water from the weepingflowers impressed by the planespast heroeswere remembered Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #12 fluorescent looksin tired adornments lights covered with weakattempts ignite the timesof shaking handsand porcelain dolls Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #121 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Clouds break outof fire moon touching lifein awaking run stars of desirecrossing curves Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #122 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Summer’s fingerssage brushing field where blue's promptingfrom rainand winter's end bundled waysgrounding hills Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #123 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Follow your piesof unsteady veins commotion fingersliving skin with fabric coveringin rising storiesof scratched thinking Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #124 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Invisible endureto visible ground forest leaves surrendersto daylightfrom concealed sky flickering blossomsof life everywhere Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #125 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Questions enchantingstrange answers with yourselfmirror to the truth faith is mysteryage and dream's air Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #126 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Preciousand dear desirein years cardsand time apart always awayin old memorieslinking to love Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #127 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Life lightsto touch fire stars cloud of timewaiting for changes hope runs patientlyfrom within Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #128 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Bursting budsof April's blossom from purple to whitecameo yellow and brown spring's lovelinessinto May's caress Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #13 life is fireon going along lights to each touch the clouds runningon and on Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #139 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Suffering phobiasof bruised egos the future is lostin hopes for ourselves day like convertof harbored light Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #14 tangled fieldsplacid silhouettes birds bare quiet treeswaiting for spring snow river flowsto icebound wateragain and again Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #140 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Shattered lightninggleams of darknessabound night tunewakesin moment's colors around daylightwith chains of dreams Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #141 (From, This Is My Wasteland) High wavesof riding dolphins the curly huestossed onto brown whitesoft beach sand boundaries extending Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #142 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Fire stars of heavenin to-night peace crossing the changesfrom awaking lights time floatswith patient hopes Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #143 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Melodies encirclinga drowning night flute caressingthe breathof jewels lips raw bitter airgentle breezes and plays Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #145 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Restless strandsin flat horizon mirrors the balancesof still reflections sustenance the broad daylying and arrangingsound Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #146 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Interfere runa floating timefor anything changes beyondtheir in and out clouds of harmony Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #147 (From, This Is My Wasteland) stagily tuftsof chased feeling the entangling breezeawaking again on time's runto a dark rushed desire Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #148 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Feelings of softwaking in sleep stillnessover twisted now through fingersof dark strands emptying togethertime's ashes Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #149 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Lives listening earin lineto meet the night music from the breastpulsing for a while sailing through sky Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #15 crossed starsof time interfering in desiresnever touchinga cloud changes crashand run Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #150 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Lift my mindup to the music sailing onthrough pulsingof time from violinsand mandolinslight like feathers Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #151 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Nothing floatsmuch in a tingling cloud stars elsewherepatiently long for time crossing oursun and moons Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #152 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poets philosopherswith ways of the heartdesiringfirst spring voices everything feels softand found in green Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #153 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Awakened oceansurgesin black motion moving desire tides roaring her hipsand breastsagainst the night moon Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #154 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Hollow desiretheir husk winds stemming horizonin shallow stormand air wingson hushed earthcrouching leaves Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #155 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Color climbsat going dark and returnsonto the valleys with new desirein unreached destinations Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #156 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Stars wait patientlyto interfere in time lightsthe long fire floatsnever ending awake the crossed heaven Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #157 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Anything seemsto happen floating alongin sight the lightsnever stay in fireof time and will Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #158 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Tomorrow is climbingfrom graffiti show crudely in graceto themselves all chains are clingingin the embracing currents Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #159 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Like timeis nothingin much anything happensfrom a personal touch fire that seems beyondmay run changes Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #16 lover's tattoosflat-black darts made in yearsin looks and taste like playing pianoand watching soft trees Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #160 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Roadside walkerstands on ancient shoulders shifting the moon's reflectionfrom its secrets slowly will he reach the end Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #161 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Beyondand in a cloud life floatsin truest time breaking the lightsof looks and need Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #162 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Ocean prowlingas mist on orange beaches emerald water wavesdarting and kissingfalling shadows rememberingthe darkest d-day Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #163 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Monoliths subwaysand concrete boxes this worldsurroundedby gray streets with spring risingalong cold buildings Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #164 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Touch the happening time for the lightslike cloudscurve in much is personal firewith interferes Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #165 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Around each talka turning thought is born with a worldsharing the morningto be conceivedby surrounded life Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #166 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Dispels daysof infinitesimal wayfares waiting imaginationin mass capacity clouds of confidenceabove the momentsof all Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #167 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Silently soothingsudden steps forward unknown answersroaring around closer my dreams turningwith its oblivious calls Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #168 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Broken wordsspoken to unsteadily heartdainty sun into soft morningtouching prayersafter a night Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #169 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Goodbye dearest we are goingto the dark cold that's naked and bleak together when lightsleeps deepfar away Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #170 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Whisperof yesterday's dreaminto sparse beamsof falls scarlet mouth of sunscatters earth blossoms rusted cream colorsbeneath Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #171 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Comprehendemotions that exists in airand pulsesfrom two hearts a multi foliate rosedecoded to love Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #172 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Reflected heightsremembered the empty glass flaxenwithholdinghope's spirit like golden sunshinein tinted azure sky Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #173 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Perhaps your pulseswill adjust to complex believes from thischoose each desire withdrawn to whatit understood Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #174 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Time’s fireand floating lights the tingling curvesbeyond anything each particular touchyou never keep for long Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #175 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Lonely starlightof magical desire refreshed raysfreeing shadowsfrom misunderstanding and doubt their mingle infirmitiesmelting off Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #176 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Bosom scenesof remembered green like dying spiritin changed vision before white groundgazes through Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #177 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Fragile flowersacross meadowthrough scatteredgrains of rain the earth chortleswarm windreflectingfound beauty Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #178 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The messengerof cold things coming whiteto dreams at night the morning growing latethrough different day's light Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #179 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Stream on icy waterslike butterfly wings darkened and silent canvasfrozen veins of waves moon shadowingstained trance Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #180 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Anythingchanges with time the runof life touchescloud of desire waiting it seemsforever Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #181 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Into azure threadssoft clouds in air evening caressingin a silky water danceby the lake the accompanying night Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #182 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Through the ficklinglife's blossoms summer's beauty's youthhopeful in green to winter's breath melodyagain appearing Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #183 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Darkness cameeverywhere around spreading acrossthe meadow's ground blows of gentle breezeto the transformed trees Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #184 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Life creationembarked the breastsof destination tough pride likeyellowed brown grass correlation unrelievedto cornerstones of hearts Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #185 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Playing the instrumentof friendless while the earth's sunlightwagging dark passing seasonof tranquil leavesand continuing memories Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #186 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Darkness dancesacross fading brightness blending its shadesin dying glimpses of light ebbing depthsin burning colorsand blue Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #187 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Cold forestsestranged in silent sealed boxesof wordsfrom little rainbows soft eyeswithin sea of comfortand reverie Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #188 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Awake each willfrom time with the lightsof longings still like cloudsin sight and peace Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #189 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Breathless hillsof stirring might the trees of lifein shadows world soft summoningover diminishedand arid death Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #190 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Time keepsthe heaven lights long of firebeyond touchand desire each moonawakes in a cloud Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #191 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The timeless dustof everything through the daysand gray afternoons remembrancefrom steps and struggles in a mirror vacuum Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #192 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Some yesterday'srecollections where diurnalmorning rays light up the flower oceanentrapped in sea-mistof august days Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #193 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Time of changesand hopeswaiting still nothing but a cloudin certainty occurs life curves on Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #194 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Time cloudsgo with life and the starsin sight longing to touchthe fireof to-night lights Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #195 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Wind-blown garden bedof fluttering dreams shades and sightfrom day's dawning time to the falling nightin autumn shadows Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #196 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Day dreamsslowly liftthe window-paneof soft shade night wind blown leavesfalling like shadows in the fainting day Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #197 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Morning sun riseslike highway's afternoon day fades to sleeplate up and slowly through openroad way veins Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #198 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The coldcaresses the room in frail and softimages silver pink redyellow flowers overflowing the pots Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #199 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Spilled overnever-never matter of the amusewith track by fact changing hell wise futuristicchronological frustrationat highway land Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #2 linger on dreamsstrength and courage grandeur impressionswithin quiet thoughts the art of preponderancedrift with inspirationconsciousness Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #200 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Women are pearlslike goddesses from lust silky soft red lipsand beauty the passion angelsattracting rivals Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #201 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Flowers don't griefanemic summer romance like rusty rose petalsthat fade under the sun smell of mysteryfragile wild Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #202 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Moonlit clouds glidefrom trance-like sky caressing patternof silver lined dance free and softaround environment desiring Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #203 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Caressing danceof meanderingsilver cloudsacross the moonlit sky naked treesin free experienced existence fitting struggling nature Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #204 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Morning angelsare everywhere thy star is softof mysteries to our heartsdaily graces you bring day of desire Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #205 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The daily reignof meditating hearts our need to bringjoyous fain within morning and dayto end fears Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #206 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Lines between chancesthe air from darkness farewell nightsand yesterday words and musicun-playable thousands softwelded streets Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #207 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Innumerable pagesfulfilled in thousand nights lines touching darknessin words and music naked eyesof unbridled chances Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #208 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Space betweenmy longingliquating inside limbs of futurerun with feelingsaround followinginterior light beams Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #209 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Young limbslonging and feeling inside space into beingdawn growingto shine like ample beachwhere rounds run Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #210 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Blue streamlost in dreams midnight skiestrapped in a glass fingers untouchedof the heart desires Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #211 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Colors untouchedorange worms’ fingers like radiant skiesof lost dream to blueblack midnightof sightless hours Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #212 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Morning freshwith sound of rustle wind at the treetopsblowing sunset leaves tomorrow'sa hunter of dream Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #213 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Hungry birdsfly in tomorrow's wind with mornings riverlike fresh dew sunrise and sunsetpainting the leaves Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #214 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Remember the touchesof life light within the hands of beautyuncovering eternity passion amidst freshnessarousing captured moments Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #215 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Rememberephemeral deepcaptured from dark scent of morningfrom a tied past nowhere agehidden in the streets Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #216 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Ghost like daysby lighthouse stars silent seasand somewhere shipsin mist of fog echoesfrom the gone ways Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #217 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Silent is the woodfrom calls only waves of windgliding sight of starsscattered through the mist Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #229 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Drinks of yesterdaytomorrow sips today is emergingin gigantic pallor changing endto a later fest Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #270 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Sounds and photocopiesof instances days that producesthe drive of everything with goodcassette playerhappening Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #271 (From, This Is My Wasteland) In pretended timepassing throughold wish-bones anonymous illusionslike words in a book productive apartmentsaisles of many games Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #272 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Inner puzzlesoverthrowing everything the misfitsof wearisome whispering piercingfor broken obscuritiesmarked by unsatisfied path Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #273 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Musty monthrepeated lookcaged in thick nightmelancholy thunderstorms sleep of hope'sflashing constellation layers in solitude Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #274 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Time’s fireclouds crossing life touchesthe tinglingwithin hope and peacecurves runpatiently Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #275 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Dividing and stretchingacross black flow miles on passingtoward the lake northbound lonely roadaglow around the unfamiliar city Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #276 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Beneathstraining shadows midnightcrossed the lines astride many-seasoned blackbirdsraised the peace-pipe squirrelsdetecting eyes of an eagle Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #277 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Catching wonderfrom past on lives flashing yesterdaydandelion slowly in memory'smantelpiece delicious visionreverently little sunshine gift Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #278 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Lonesome summeracetaminophen drawing arounda tiny bug buzzing it's addictedto the pale skin and deliciously suckingmy blood Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #279 (From, This Is My Wasteland) A songexpectinga thrilled language breath of balancesurrounded in sense with a sliver fluteinspiringthe end Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #280 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Dreamsthe nocturnal thieves with unrelenting archesthat bridge my thoughtsamong those restless shadows thousand watersof dark toils Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #281 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Existential dreamsscattered imagines delicious dayin a closed book routeof oblivious earthand our footstepssomewhere fading Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #282 (From, This Is My Wasteland) In quiet want quick tattle posturingpacking with dealsand sins flatter slipssoftlyin the dirt Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #283 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Bare from blendedpraises dreamsto the seatreesand the sky afar visible throughyour souland dreaming Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #284 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Tonightdispelling with shadowsturnabout musicof wired tension high and lowpositionsof sounding time shapes Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #285 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Drawn frombleeding heaven's face the turningrich grace traces of twisting futuretrickling your hunger on Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #286 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Stay firekeep on the lights in sunand rain we need hopesin their cloudy strifeand changes Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #287 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Believing and journeyingfor the quest of your heart seething lovemy mistresses of desire unbearable beseechto longing Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #288 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Black holesand metagalexies finding beginningsand being a paradox love lightin banging matterfrom nowhere Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #289 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Sailsinto stardom rimming the daysand playing aroundtime trees today dreamscoming in the driveway Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #290 (From, This Is My Wasteland) A thingthe night gathersin a dream wonderful flowercaught for one time only sunset tide wingsweightless forever Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #291 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Awaketime of lights beyond a cloudin sight sunfireof longingsafelyand ever lasting Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #293 (From, This Is My Wasteland) You longlike starsin cloudsof time awakena touch of life desires everchanging Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #294 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Stringsstraight from passion swaying momentsto desires the unshackled artistcaressing the heartin rustling music Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #295 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Through in wearOf our love With life brittle Real—petals withoutThe sunlight Our grays aboutAnd heard Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #296 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Inside the deepwith every cold outside solitudeglacierand beneath the iceberg a warm desireruns the river Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #3 hands of lifeburning warm desire holds unexplainablysoul like a night stars by silent brighteyes in ice Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #313 (From 'This Is My Wasteland'...) Raspberry grapesAspiration/tears/prospectsWith myself List tattoosIn effortlessly rush Scenes ofJuggling black butterflyConnecting your mindTo mine Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #314 (From 'This Is My Wasteland') Day in hopesCreases silent winter quilts In soft shaded leaves Conjure a chanceTo desolated canvas Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #324 (From Short Poems Of Peter S.Quinn - This Is My Wasteland) Standing time nightLife stock-still clock Serene surreal moves Frozen fieldsThrough echoesStatic peal Song of golden silent Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #325 (From Short Poems Of Peter S.Quinn - This Is My Wasteland) Sheathing between sidesLike silk webs Values and desireFrom unflinchingly childhood Drinks of soft leapsWithin Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #4 picture in the skya night of soul fire deliciously holdslove to anothermoonlight burning ice heart Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #5 contradict timesfully highlighted in essentials performance clothesof life pleasureawaits quarters of truthand soft oversight Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #51 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Seconds of meaningto realize life minutesun-purposefulexperience the innocent reflectionnever havethe beat of life Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #54 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Iridescence butterfliesin the sunlight wings and willconfined to struggle unfolding and liftingin rising of life Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #55 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Sleepy sunon the runout of luck air so freefollowed me by and bysharp and dry Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #56 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Wind in old branchesmomentarily drifts to swallowecho calls from crows dulled by the fogand river sound Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #58 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Lookingwith desiring eyes have a takeinto singing for all is blindly lost Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #59 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Dawn is asleepby seductive light yesterday garlands of hopesin molten dreams behold the nightof restless lulled stars Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #6 inner interest accountstogether balancing compounding heightsand heart summations our actuaryof needand appreciationthrough bonds enumeration Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #60 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Nights' shadowswith warmth dreams faith and firefor lightsand soul song life musingsin luminous fairyland Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #61 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Silence nightsand pure faith bringing lightsto dreams and lovers romantic fireand simple desire life song melodies Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #62 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Glistening colorsmade of straining water clouds abovethe quills powerful winterin soft snowon whirling white hills Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #63 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Daylight is endingwith dims aroundthe stretch the heart seems lost in whimsyand flimsy prisms Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #65 (From, This Is My Wasteland) You’ll waitlong for the moonto go loud in heavenstars runmuch out of time anything may happen Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #67 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Impromptu containingtoday calls another illuminatingspeaking voicein more varying sentences colors and constructionassorted presence out of lives Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #68 (From, This Is My Wasteland) In peace firenorthern lightsfloat patiently and changes harmonywith the moon in clouds of time Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #69 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Our life pacesin memory wishy-washy raw thundered growlwithout and awaywailing thoughts grow hopingthe daily peace Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #7 keep nervesof heaven in lightsfloating till end to-night seemsin peaceand waitingfor a moon Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #70 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Our timeis enfolding and walking togetherwith million stars in complex expectationof many buriedmidnight holdings Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #71 (From, This Is My Wasteland) In meteorfalling lines the quiet skytonight millions of spectral eyesshowing themselves a slowly visible eternity Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #72 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Ceaseless hourstheir time clocks rhythmicalthrobbing hearts and oblivious yearsthat mocksand stretchesmeasured beat Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #73 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Answers throughthe droplets following puzzledlanguage filling a questionin forgotten years many eyesof returning moon Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #74 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Spiritssoft in pride bleeding truthand colors painted bitter fruitsthe salvation of our souls Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #75 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Wintry sunlightby golden silvers bathing the ageof a mile fire fields of shadows from summerand autumnblossoms Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #76 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Burned somehow by the growing flamesand candles of ecstasy all lulled dishesare desired sweetbreads Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #77 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Whispering shadowsand hovering alleys silhouettingin the dark alone daunting courtshipsof earth's spiritand soft breathing dawn Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #78 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Life’s beennobody's years gray frozenreflecting roadin bitter time songs for desire long reaching span Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #79 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Desireof soft sleep snuggling the nightand hearing the tides that hold the stairsto understanding Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #8 creeping raysover pines like color turnsof glaring fields sunshine cloverand silver ambertouching and glowingthe flowers Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #80 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Curving lightsto heaven hopes crash and cloudchanging time life is rainand touch of fire Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #81 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Meadowsand hillsare free in sweet danceof growing green the swayingflowing grasssurroundingthe old Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #82 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Ringing oldsurrounding ties fieldsI cannot cross by blow and be freein the dazzled dash Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #83 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The old hillstell of vibrant run those imprisonment intermentsof all desire bulging acrosssapling fieldas witness Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #84 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Bringing acrossand through great cold mammoth of struggleso daring that all desireis pealingalmighty imagine Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #85 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Dark Octoberwith soft brown groves purple blossomssunriseand drifting weeksin saffron quixote lushin the sunset Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #86 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Silky purple darksaffron crocus perfumedand in lavender soft colors with threads of sunsetin the tiny blossoms Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #87 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Beckoned darknessalong the gentlecutting railroad wheels drawingand rollingin forlorn shadows trailing edgedressed by dying dusk Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #88 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Alteration threadswith a jagged edge onto the world of soundeverything mended a primal pieceof fragmented future Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #89 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Piano musicwith walking fingers waving todaythe backgroundof sweet dark desire young bouquetsaging to rusted beauties Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #9 transparent silentlines in vast connection a window of soundsslicing throughthe ear combine imageblank empty around Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #90 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Men and beastsgather in Babylon to join Alexanderin his conquering achievements touching historywith golden millennia Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #91 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Sweet crimson morninglike a flower with fragrancesweetened by the breeze rhyme of perfect poetrybeyond the spoken word Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #92 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Come in motionhigh and untouched a sun risesbehind time's cold alone and unmovingthe sidewalk of others Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #93 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Brushing off melancholywoven to the throat you and Iacross poisoned grassesof daylilies sea-roses remembranceat fingertips Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #94 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Stirring woven sorrowssacred collar within echoing into day offeringsgrasses of remembrance to the shoresof dawn and dusk Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #95 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Blinking lightradiates briefly the unsteady verveof the dark sky azure warmthfrom a golden infant dayemerging Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #96 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Future’snewer wingsin time looking onwardto an unknown street trees grow fasteven the old ones Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #97 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Throbbing pulseof philosophy the free wingsat flitting treetops like winsomeautumn leaves cold fingersrunning through the sky Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #98 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Evolving dawnin blazing reflection is bornin old tinges of time paths for wormsand daily wisdom Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #99 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Child to changesdragon shadows dreams concrete nightlaughingcasting poemsof reflections waiting for moonof perfect seasons Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem (A Different Orchestration) SeasonedWith creationsSuspiring turns Rhythmic embosomingMoving orchestration Perform a carefreeWhispersIn youth’s perfect rainbowsTuning’s Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem 6/7/2007 Mindednesspolishing the patience mirror comprehension burnedto soft casting object night bright telescope tubecarefully worked aroundMarveled surface (Inspiration - source:“Only some faithless dust remains,and a few intestate relics.Where was I? ” – 3 lines from, “A Draft of Shadows” by Octavio Paz) Peter S. Quinn


Pictures In The Sky Pictures in the sky,Fall apart when clouds die,So it is with love too,It comes, then it goes, with you. I have thought about it all,Colors here, with fading fall,Kisses are of moment small,Then away with passion stroll. Pictures in the sky,Are what imaginations imply,Always changing into newImages, only for you. Could I hold my moments still,So I may my love up fill,With your words, that gave me reason,Before, I found out their treason. Promises with me, you kept not,All love words, you have forgot,Load of passion, is a lot,When every word, is in a clot. Peter S. Quinn


Pictures Of Time Every dream is a goingInto never never landWith its close up glowingWe don’t understand Pictures of their flyingMoods of every dayHard for a heart defyingWhat comes to its way Time goes by and byOn to the future of dreamOpen up cloudy skyAnd clears the river streamLike drift on open seaAll within its truthAlways pure and freeForever eternal youth What is after this nightNo one really knowsDreams away in someone’s flightAs the daybreak glows In a future’s heartbeatWhere tomorrows are dreamingAcross lives open streetGolden stars are beaming Peter S. Quinn


Pills - Won'T Do It Pills won't do it,Drinks won't do it,Take another little spin,For pleasures within. That's the only way to go,And I surely think you know;Strait ahead Downtown Street,Walk with your slumping feet.Fill your lungs with freshest air,It's delicious to have it there;That's the way it ought to be,See the forest behind the tree. Pills won't do it,Drinks won't do it,Take another little spin,For pleasures within. It's easy to slip, to and fro,Have a trick before a treat,Never knowing what's out there,Because, your navel, you only see. Peter S. Quinn


Pink Flower Pink flower is beautifulAlways so much of anythingPlayfully and never dullAs it is inside springTenderly moments to bring onTo every summer nightUntil its blossom is goneWith beautiful pinkish bright Pink flower is like youWith all your loving touchSo much to make and doIf you are in love so muchNothing is all like thisOn to the blue light darkWith new spring dawn blissShades of the petal spark Fragrances in the airFull of new summer highTouching blossom everywhereIn the hours going byJust like a love to comeWhen love touches heartFlowering passion blossomNow in these days will start Peter S. Quinn


Pinocchio - Night And Day Together Glow Night and day together glowOne by one they areSomeone’s footsteps in the snowFaraway a twinkling starSome dreams will show their faceDestiny is for us allBring your love to its placeGive its heart when fate shall call Night will sing its darkish songFor dawn to rise and shineTwilight’s minutes here alongEvery dream henceforth declineYesterdays tomorrow bringAll is going to a forgotten placeMoods of shadow's light swingVanishings hours without a trace Twilight’s dawn oh colored rayFrom the night of starry gownBoost the morning into the dayNocturnal fancy to reality drownAll has a place in a waking beingLittle kept from sleeping pastThe eyes of reality never seeingSpace beyond its nameless vast Peter S. Quinn


Planets planetslike the sunawaking heaven lights that moon changesto-night into desire touching nerveswith love Peter S. Quinn


Play Around (From, Rock Star) Play around and have some fun,Surely darkness is on the run;Flower gardens lie everywhere,Summertime is here and there.You have seen the stars shine,On across the winter's brine;Night has turned upside down,Now the day is in white gown. Bring some peace inside the heart,Give away to the yellow green;Fun is in its steps to start,Nothing like you've ever seen.Lets bring in the things of joy,Summer ways are always on;There's freshness and hobbledehoy,With each peace in its summer spawn. Everything you do or say,Finds away to turn and aggregate;What will come the alleyway,Is to bring us more fortunate.Nothing's deeper then touch of skin,Turning around going inside in;And coming across for another feel,Like a fantasy that is for real. Peter S. Quinn


Play Me A Summer Song (From, Even Though ThereAre No Reasons) Play me a summer songWith a sweet melody inWhere spring blossoms belongOf summer means bloomingLove so sweet in stillnessTimes moving in shadeThe hours of beauty fullnessEverything to pleasure made Give me a day of opennessEvery hour for a walkHope and peace to caressBabbling breezy talkReasons to love and adoreFinding a heart to shareFresh air for something moreIn its much loving care Play me a tune of beautySurrounded around the newSongs that set life freeWith every romances trueHolding the ways and chanceWhere it meets every dayFrom its magic special blanchThat comes to hold the way Peter S. Quinn


Play My Heart (From, Occasional Songs) Play my heart,To fistful of days;All is counterpart,To lonesome ways.Here I go again,With a shifting touch;Trying lease in vain,As it may - inasmuch. Play my soul,To beams of past;Life's a casserole,Stage and a cast.Here I go again,Turning by turning;Like song's refrain,In a while churning. Play my life,On this time's stage;Cut like penknife,Layers of the age;Here I go again,In the end of words;Layed simple - plain,The years cupboards. Peter S. Quinn


Play Play Play Play play playOh dark dark nightNothing forever will stayIn days and its light My summer is goneFull of its trustBut I'll still go onTill I'm dust to dust Play play playOh morning turn brightTake away life's grayAnd shadows that abide Now autumn is hereAnd winter's comingFallen hope everywhereNo blossoms summing I've had my daysIn beautiful affectionsNow the dark waysShow shadows directions Love is gone astrayLike fallen angels cloudsAll this darkish wayAmong the street crowds Play play playOh dark dark nightNothing forever will stayIn days and its light Like light gone to deepCasting away day's fireNow the days sleepIn their longing's desire


My summer is goneFull of its trustBut I'll still go onTill I'm dust to dust Play play playOh dark dark nightNothing forever will stayIn days and its light Play play playPlay play playOh dark dark night Peter S. Quinn


Play Softly By The Sea Play softly by the seaQuietly with something moreSaltwater dwells inside meAcross the ways and shoreDreams are gathering thruFull of whispering toneBillows from echoes newHumming in yawning drone Feelings come in playful playThru its evening late flightIn their whispers deep wayBelatedly as the dark is nightMoon above in clouds farIn its bluish dark gleamingWishing upon a falling starsWith its habits and dreaming Play softly by new-fangledAs their waves are goingWorship in a web is tangledAs the above moon is glowingYesterday with its acquaintanceIn memories are meetingAs the moments turn in tranceWith tomorrow in its greeting Peter S. Quinn


Playful Threads This day is a dream in my skyAgain and again memories landscapeEach every down and its highReasons that ask what is and whyGiving their fixed forms and shape This hour is for eternallyNothing is near or too far here awayWings of thoughts set somewhere freeTo equinox of what I seeDistances made in their cadre Decay roots in silent abyssAncient trees among the many flowersPlayful threads and their reminisceVisions around interim blissIn instances of coming hours *Inspired by some poems, by Rainer Maria Rilke (Again and Again, etc.) Peter S. Quinn


Playfully Light Love darkness comes so easilyInto the haze of evening brightPlayfully light and so breezilyFrom corners to corner into sight Every comport to hold and giveThe touches those never grow oldEvery thought that sways to liveAnd into the futures must unfold The lips of the sky and earthThe flowers of colorful shadeThe new into new in spring’s birthAnd sea that in waves never fade A love song to burn and giving fateWith plentiful for every weekEach beauty and its weighing debateThe strong of its lines and meek *From Lyrics and Poems of April Peter S. Quinn


Playing In The Deep These hopeful starsThat are everywhere aroundThose wishing starsThat you and I have foundEach turning threadOf games untoldThose days have metBut cannot hold Every going wayThat comes to giveIn another dayJet not here to liveThose moments onThat fills the futureAnd never are goneIn times old suture Playing in the deepWe still don’t knowNot yet ours to keepOn the highways we goThat something out thereThat is not yet stillAnd we know not whereThe times they’ll fulfill Peter S. Quinn


Please Be In My Heart Please be in my heart,While the stars will adjust;Rise and never depart,Let no glowing, become rust. Beaming light in space,Is our love eternally;With its touching grace,That inside souls are free. Please be guiding on,Raise these wings and fly;Till the dark is gone,Wherever shadows lie. Find the way to hope,With our future dreams;Hold on to that rope,However hopeless it seems. Please be a freedom beacon,For strong light we need now;Love can be like the sun,If love seeds are there to sow. Peter S. Quinn


Please Bring Me To Your Other Side Please bring me to your other side of the heartThe darker side that is much like dark moonWhere your feelings - in first steps flowing startAnd where you fly out in your red balloonThe dreams to faraway islands in betweenOf closeness and love that touches the dayThe roots of the growing of passion not seenThat comes like ivies in their steeping way That’s inside from here to the corners outsideYour silky smooth skin of caressing loveThe surface of your beat in each their abideLike castles in clouds faraway and aboveGo carry my heart to your pound of throbbingWith each its fine-drawn softness bobbing Peter S. Quinn


Please Come Please come be my friendEveryone is invitedThe world is a colorful blendMakes us together excitedThere isn’t enough moneyTo travel around worlds roadBut baby together makes honeySugar sweet on the load Please come and make me strongerBe as sister, brotherWe together will last longerCould take care of each otherBe just as you areShowing me all I’m missingA traveler from the farPeace of our own accomplishing Day by day is a walkTo the further unknown distanceLet’s have some serious talkBe a friend, take a chanceEveryone has something to sayGive of their hope and tryRoad of many is coming our wayTo knot on its furthers tie Peter S. Quinn


Please Come Back Some the poets that have left us please come backWe need to have you all with us right hereGiving us your feelings in the New YearWithout your words we will something lackYour thoughts of burning fires tell the truthWith treasures you brought from the oceansEndlessly they come and bring out their youthWith feelings of their eruptive erosions A poet should catch every sentence that fliesAnd bring us to their firing given torchIn light and in dark - for the world is bothTell the truths - show catastrophes of liesFor the truth is out there quenching down scorchThe Word is a mission and the poet's oath *'this once was a poets world, they build it with their fire of thoughts' - end ofquote Peter S. Quinn


Please Go Easy Please go easy with meBecause the day’s still so youngFreedom is to be freeAnd get in the world alongRise now from the low lightInto a bright new dayDon’t make a seen or a fightEverything’s coming your way Night and day together nowManaging dreams to riseWe will go our ways somehowJust like this time that fliesAll is just merry-go-roundInto the moments we areLost won’t probably be foundIf it’s gone away too far Let nothing come between usIf it’s easy and so rightDreams are sometimes at lossWhen they have died with nightYou and I dancing to tryHolding on to what we haveNever to this say goodbyeNearly all’s lost when it’s halve Peter S. Quinn


Please Play Me A Moonlight Song Please play me a moonlight songSo I can fall in loveBe gliding the faraway skies alongLike clouds in the drift abovePlease sing a sweet melodyWith tender words in their fallSo I may become again freeAcross every un-climbable wall My heart longing for youIn finding its path sweetest tryLike the cloudlets in highest blueThose drift thru to say goodbyeMy love is like echoes closeOr like a night dream to beThe silver petals of night roseThat no one but you may see Please play me a moonlight tuneThat always will be in flightLike memories from faraway JuneThat now is in winter’s nightPlease sing me your sweet harmonyOr anything that gives loves nearnessSo my wings of my dreams flood freeIn each its tone deep dearness Peter S. Quinn


Please Watch With Me Please watch with me the sun fades away,For we have longings in our heart;Everything of the heart will never stay,For love must always some day depart.But for a while we can watch the day,Fade away into the ocean deep and dark;And everything will then be dark and gray,That once in eyes did glitter and spark.Please watch with me this lonely hour,As day loses its sights to the dark night;Every feeling inside will have power,Until again there comes a brighter light.Please let the moonbeams caress us,And starry nights embrace our longings;We will not find for the day's loss,When heaven in twinkling's stars sings.Please watch with me the moments go,Into oblivion as the time fades away;And heaven opens its glittering glow,With our heart like the day it'll play. Peter S. Quinn


Poem Of Originality Now times are still to shareLike a nest is full of lifeEach road that leads to hereIn fate and a little strifeIn a wide and open roadThat goes to your own wayThe pleasure lives and loadYour moment's that won't stay Our heart before what's doneOf love and stories likedEach morning that has shoneAnd into the causes dikedGiven of its seeds and tasteGarland that we have foundAnd never be given to wasteTill each were safe and sound Times with nestlings youngThose yet have wings to growFor the futures they do longAnd of them here now showEach line we will offer hereInto this never ending vastAnd with the likes to shareTo be together in here at last (*Peter, is now enjoying taking photographs, having it easy and traveling…;[now, in a high altitude…]) Peter S. Quinn


Poems Are Like Memories Poems are like memoriesThey get lost one by oneLike falling autumn leavesSometimes seem almost doneYellow brown red scentInto the footsteps goingWhat was suggested or meantWhen life its pace is slowing The music for no instrumentOnly the colors bleachingIn garden's rainy days relentWhen to the end it’s reachingIn the flower seeds of tomorrowThat cautiously life prolongsA hope of a dream to borrowWith next year's springtime songs Poems that now have begunWith shadings falling silenceWithin the autumn shadowed sunIn nearness hue light blenchA light from a curving rainbowComing on with its pearly stringAfternoons ending glowSoon to the winter shall sing Peter S. Quinn


Poems From The North (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Poems from the north,Are frozen on the ground;Winter's songs going forth,Like wild wolves hound.Dewdrops grain of light,Instant moment’s blackbird;Ravens on their flight,Thoughts in snow anchored. Poems of my deep heart,Flying in a winter's frost;Blooming roses impart,Some are now there lost.Murmurs of the wild sky,Dreams I had for a winking;And the words will calcify,If some will there bethinking. Poems unraveled rivers,Falling in enormous neem;Songs that with cold shivers,A frost rose’s night dream.All is within me there alive,And giving the wind a gust;Longings into my archive,All what I need and trust. Peter S. Quinn


Poems Of Summer Poems of summerGrowly going byBreezy on strummerBlue open sky All in feelings softlyDreams to meet a dayWeightless and loftyIn its earthly play Rise rise your wingsTo the sun and flowersSummer now eternally singsFrom the inside hours Days are gone to nightFlying with the starsSummer full of brightNow with tones in bars Green growing springBeauty of the wildEternally on to singIn its dancing mild Yesterdays of frostGone into the pastIcy fervor lostNothing's there to last Peter S. Quinn


Poetry Of Love (From, The Complete Collected PoemsOf Strains) Earth poetry is of every shade turnLove those piles up in the wrinkled splatterThought above daily ordinary matterForever in ageless yearnings to burnFlower of sunshine and a tear of rainGiving its skin of whiteness or darkSmooth or scared surfaces each with its sparkSo much of glowing or full of its pain Flowers of cotton cloth making the worldSomething of day and night fascinationThe possessions that are made wrinkled and pearledEvery its beauty-made laudationPoetry of love is like foam from the seaForever in its secretive to be Peter S. Quinn


Poignant Shines If you want to lend an ear to my musicHere I am just for you close and only Melodies so sweetly in its artisticComing to gather themes grippingly Every song that is now in with my heartMomentarily shall be all of yours From the very beginning when you first startListen to Its thematic explores There's harmony in every its livingGoing some the way to the deep emotion Every aspect from its whole time givingThe exposing part of my heart's potion My themes wander through the structured linesGiving you portions of poignant shines *If you want to have a listen to my music, please Google like this: 'Peter S.Quinn' - and then listen to my melodies...; -) Peter S. Quinn


Possible Truths In Silences (From New Waves To TheShore) World is a bolt of inside lighteningStony towers of explode thunder fallsPossible truths in silences heighteningAfter prime summer has left with its callsNew waves that come to light and exploreThick-shadowed meteor in names of thingsSomething the beam didn't notice beforeAnd to the magic of new forms now sings Electrify transparent happinessDim touches of the velour in the grassDown from the sky to delight the benightedThe glorious daybreak to become here lessIn the icicle mirrored wintriness glassThat wintry weather again has ignited Peter S. Quinn


Pounding I love the sea and its songsSwinging its waves to and froA heart with love that longsWonder were the waves goSo much is still a mysteryFeelings that never gets thruJust like this endless of seaThat always is in its renew I love every breath of its awakeIts murmur of undertone deepSymphonies that billows makeAnd only is for moment to keep The eternal tides of entice goingIn its longing from night and daysDances of waves in breezy blowingWith a refrain that never stays I love the sea and its themeFar out into the azure beyondWays to an unknown dreamNever to reality dawnedLike seagull traveling afarGazing to far destinyWhere the true hearts of love arePounding alike and always free Peter S. Quinn


Praising Your Love (From, Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) Praising your loveIs somewhat not hard to do,Like feelings aboveIt is all up to become true;Footsteps to makeEverything from within,It's about to takeGiving and then to win. Where manipulate endsAnd the feelings begin,What stands and what bendsWhere experience have been;And the trust that you showWith closeness and touch,How you love can growThough you say not too much. Praising your loveIs in the eyes and heart,None of it you can shoveIf it's whole and one part;It's your soul and your trustWith everything you give,And for togetherness a mustFor two to share and live. Peter S. Quinn


Prayer Give me strength to carry onIf I have lost my own wayEvery load shall be goneWhen love will lift my new daySo much still needs here mendingIn feelings strength and its playTo the heart purpose sendingAnd make its cause justice say Give me strength to give and tryFeelings that makes us freeReach the mountains and the skyFor each step to libertyLet me help sister, brotherFrom stress with diversityEarth is home and our motherMake it whole in certainty Give me strength in name of peaceWith its hope and efforts trueSo we in prospect increaseLike new morning coming throughEach day doubt not each otherStrength together defendingLet me help sister, brotherIn try and hope ascending Peter S. Quinn


Pretending Beat pretending beatwords sense allflattening wide-openwhimsical feel unfinished togethercreating incomplete words upon ivory and eboniesit sang Peter S. Quinn


Private Conversation (…from “1001 Very ShortFairytales”, Story #999) I am, I am, said the wind,To the stone;I will rock you,I will rock you, if you let me.Call my name, it has no endAnd I will blow,Until you fallAround yourself,In your stony world.Outside is funWith a gusting lot to do,But you are on your own;Hard and cold, hard and cold!Why don't you embraceMy Swirling looks,To make your world move a Bit. You are, you are, said the stone,To the wind;You can't move me, you can not...,For I am deep in the soil of earth.How much you blow,You can not move me;Though you try every fallAnd every year,In your feathery worldOf gusting wind.Inside's a dark obsidian,My restful soulAnd I lie in a fertile soil;Soft and dark, soft and dark!I need no other embrace,Not a swirling look.So, give it Up! Peter S. Quinn


Promises Of Love Promises of loveThey come and go on byLike sun and cloud aboveUntil again they’ll dieFeelings best for you and meTurning our hearts aroundMaking our promises freeIn their compartments pleasurably So much of love has goneInto the emission of timeAnd never provided then oneBut only been in their rimeNothing that was for realOr touched the way to giveIn each their different feelThat I through them did live Promises not liesThose never come near enoughAre lost in time that diesOr sometimes act like bluffThe heart therefore revealsEach its way and possibilitiesHow a day to day it feelsIn all its many capabilities Peter S. Quinn


Pull Me To Your Heart Pull me to your heartFrom love that’s insideMorning where feeling startAs the clouds away glideThis is every dreamIn between our linesWhere love like sun seemIn everyday sunshine’s Like a robe you areWonderment of feelingFlickering dream starAll my heart you are stealingPut my touch to youIn as you where beforePull my love there thruTo your daydreams shore Pull me to your dreamWhere reality is notAnd shadows all faraway seemIn our own vision’s spotSo much is gone of pastLike our stars fallingLet those dreams be colorfastAs they were before calling Peter S. Quinn


Pungent Continuing Ways Pungent continuing waysNot coming unexpectedlyWith coldness in its gardenThe buds of nowhere luckBut like clouds in graysTo feelings unconnectedlyGestures of hope bombardin'Chords of disdain dim pluck Each rose that dies in drynessFrom worlds anger wryness Songs of the glowering skyThose are within lives veinLost in the yearn backyardWhere the muck is on the wallsDeep in roots unhappiness lieMovements in beats of painThe edges - uneven and jarredBittersweet moment’s rainfalls Occasional low and highnessSullen moods empty of spryness Peter S. Quinn


Puppy Love (Of A Dictator) Nothing to do but fallingEverything is up to youI am day by day strollingKnowing not what to doClose to you or farawaySome days I am not even hereNothing will steadfastly stayJust circling alone to nowhere Nothing to do but callingI am one the phone all dayInto every mood sailingBut knowing not what to sayYou are breaking my heart alwaysWithout any reason I knowUp and down swinging waysSometimes I have to go You cannot ever understand meIf you don’t know my heartPuppy love (of a dictator) it might just beBut somewhere we all do startYesterday I was too brokenAfter I phoned to youSome is better left unspokenPlease understand me too Nothing to do but fallingEverything is up to youIn to my dreams I am sailingSome never may come trueListen now up very closeDo you love me or do you notAnything else just goesInto ordinary every day plot Sometimes I bite you hartLike a dog sometimes willI might break your bones apart


Or your blood down all spillBut understand me thoughPuppy love (of a dictator) it might just beEverything downfall sometimes must goThat’s the only way to be freeAnd the only way I see…ItUnderstand me - hardship I knowBut I'm the optimist in to and fro Nothing to do but fallingPeople in distress are callingWith half their bodies in the groundAnd bullets of trial all there foundSomething is not so rightBut give it to your understandingI’m just passing my wings of mightI’m just commanding… I’m just commanding…Death to deathOf lights life flickering flame Peter S. Quinn


Pure Nature Shade Plush Pure nature shade plushAre those you have foundWhen dream in dream flushIn sightings here aroundWith many love songs insideThe dreamy landscape onThose through the moments glideLike golden threads done Pure love is in its ruby fireTo give what can't be holdThe many assorted inspireThose to a dream unfoldWhen twilight is comingIn hue gold brilliant shadeIn nature restfully summingWhat colors the hour made Straight line of the horizonIs where the sun shall dropIn light reflecting and revisin'To make the transfer swopOf eve glow to twilight's sparkIs where each time is goingThe billow sea of oblivion darkThey give their lives glowing Peter S. Quinn


Purple Flowers (From New Waves To The Shore) Dreams are sometimes like sea wavesComing forward and gazing the time throughTo each new longing their footsteps pavesWith every wishing that's up to youPure and working each their fortune are drawnFrom old melancholy approach of heartPurple flowers and afternoons dark eyed swansIn every frail minute dream shall start Thoughts that are drifting will come to the hourAnd give of their poems some happiness bornOld to new like crystals constellationsEvery tincture and hidden flowerWith thoughts of many ways always fresh wornIn each their adornment new formations Peter S. Quinn


Purpose Of Love Purpose of love is singing,Sweet summer melodies;Purpose of love is bringing,Together old memories.Everything should be fair,In fulfillment and to enjoy,Especially if we take care,Never our love to destroy. Purpose of love is knowing,Whatever in soul love sees;And then just keep on going,Whatever our heart will please.If spring's again freeing,The earth's colors everywhere;How can a heart not sing,When there's love in the air. Purpose of love is closeness,Giving a piece of you;Love needs its spring freshness,Before it becomes true.All I am saying then is,Don't be a fool at the start;For nothing is nicer than this,Always have a fresh true heart. Peter S. Quinn


Purposes Fill Every Thought Around (From New WavesTo The Shore) Distinguish between loves that we foundWith touches to share in drizzles concoursePurposes fill every thought aroundThe way and the whole mean of living forceLife is what it is with its chips awayInterminable trickles through its new trackJust like distances and earth in its clayFilling their pat with each their assent crack Life is with years like clusters of atomsReplacing grapes with vines of sweetEager to erase even absence scarsFillings of times continues stratumsPicks for future you everyday meetWonderment of love and their isobars Peter S. Quinn


Radio - Every Day (From, Spring Come Come) Communicate to my lonely heartFor its soft reasons are always goingBe of the right feelings from 1st startLet the pieces inside be growingKeep me in touch of very conceptThat is leading to everything hereThere are roads to be sidesteppedBoth far away and in distances near Every day to meet my new futureWhere they are going to fulfillHours by hours in dreams moocherMaking lives dream-like vaudevilleLost in the transit of weaving's webWhere time is master of deceptionEach of opportunity’s in going ebbOr finding a thought misperception Every day to meet hours new byClosing so steadily tick ticking inWhere’s my heart I'm asking each why?Coming to lose where lonely has beenDisappointing conditions in absurd castWords and the media transmittingMeeting new days they’re coming in fastEvery future to the past still knitting Peter S. Quinn


Rain And Cloudy Glow Rain and a cloudy glowPlease don't come inThoughts full of wind blowTwist of a twilight spinLost is never foundWays have their blind spotLose one's reality groundGetting inside self caught Rain please depart for nowBurry my thought tooSongs of the black crowBringing inside my blueI have a lonesome feelHow can I explain it?Moving withering wheelNearer to its snake pit O clouds go with the flowDon’t be there over meStirring on dark and slowSetting away each gleeMountains are murky highClimbing I can not reachLet moments like this flyBreak away their leech Peter S. Quinn


Rain Clouds Come As They Go – A Song Rain clouds are here over meTraces of dripping soft flowingLeave the oceans clouds freeTo the deep far always goingNowhere to return but to findSomething of rain that is goneInside those shadows behindEvery thought that carries on ChorusRain clouds come as they goInto the future we went sternLike a river of causes that'll flowAnd always again to life return Yesterdays were close and newOnce on their trip to new livingNow they are gone here throughWith their blades jagged givingSomewhere causes are too muchNowhere to go just in a traceA love like a word in its touchEach of feelings different ways What have you given to years?All is for nothing you don't knowBringing you cloud drops like tearsIn to the coming new wave flowLife has its love that comes easyTo the opposite side everywhereJust like mornings that are breezySomething cascades around to here Chorus Peter S. Quinn


Rain Drops (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) Rain dropsThey come so easilyIn splashing and plopsAnd briefing in breezilyLove songs of cobble stonesThemes of the leavesTimes of alone tonesCloudy sky grieves You and I love themHow they are fallingGlisten water gemOn to earth callingFresh rhythmic chantsShortly lived and phrasedOn rooftops they danceFor ear to be amazed Talk of the nightThrough every windowWhen they fall so lightOn the streets belowSomething to rememberIn their dancing echoThrough tides and temperThose come as they go Peter S. Quinn


Rain Song Rain will give its touchFrom the falling dropsWater splashing muchDrizzling down and upsEvery flower givingOf its soothing drinkGrowth and good livingIn the falling blink Yesterday were drierIn their silent waysSullen skies higherMorning full of graysNothing to get excitedWith no water touchThat would come delightedAnd washing of so much Dried leaves of yellowFalling then awayEvery thread so mellowThat its strings playLife is always wantingSeeds to raise and growFor occasions enchantingIn with the rainy flow Peter S. Quinn


Rainbow Every hour is in still lifeEven as it is still goingYou must conquer and strifeFeeling the world is flowingSome days come and some goGive tomorrow its opportunityYou are the only one to knowWhat it is that makes you free Rainbow, make it come trueWith every color to wishRainbow yours is always renewDreams inside to accomplishEvery dream is our dreamNow everything is clearerAnything that nowhere seemSomehow seems now nearer Try from your heart's desireBring on light to see waysYou are its future and the fireMaking each selection alwaysNothing comes easy from dreamsThrough their various thingsFutures tomorrow faraway seemsTo new days on their wings Each own hour you must findBuilding their futures to riseEverything is from it combinedInto what all of it signifiesEvery hour is in still lifeThough dawn comes bright stillMany are the ways in the rifeGiving us the dreams to fulfill Rainbow, make it come trueWith every color to wishRainbow yours is always renew


Dreams inside to accomplishEvery dream is our dreamNow everything is clearerAnything that nowhere seemSomehow seems now nearer Peter S. Quinn


Rainbow Haiku Faraway in beams,colors of the rainbow steams- like all my gone dreams Peter S. Quinn


Raindrops Rhyme Haiku Always my dear love,Like raindrops from now above- This world's so full of Peter S. Quinn


Rainfall In Autumn In the sweetness of loveLike rainfall in autumnFrom gray clouds aboveIn its echo dripping humSuch feelings from inOf natures true stillnessIn a falling around spinOf water flowing caress A night that once was dayIn everlasting roundAre now in autumn's playHumming the dripping soundOf falling waters flowingFrom rivers in their streamingAs summer old is goingBy magical hours dreaming A sky of gray and darkAnd clouds gathering to fallIn journeys river embarkThose to the oceans callAs a day goes to the coldFrom times of green emergentFor age no one can holdIt keeps it rapidity urgent Peter S. Quinn


Rainy Clouds Rainy clouds outsideDrifting far and highShadows in them rideRaindrops from them cryThe feelings of tomorrowCast their way and spellLonely is their sorrowSome heaven is like hell Blue and silvery morningEmptily the day’s calling?Ways are forever learningFrom their sweep and strollingPremonition will displayThe broaden clouds and nearingThis winter dullness dayIn its darkish moods steering Hidden foliar of beautyFor all it comes from withinFree from complex dutyAnd what might have beenThe rain sometimes comfortsWhen it's dropp sounds playIn their many tone shortsWhen pounding ground’s clay Peter S. Quinn


Rainy Days Rainy daysAre close like tearsSweet tender waysMemories one bearsWhat's gone and doneLike wishful thinkingWe just must go onWithout aching or stringingTo days gone byLike rain from the sky Rainy daysLove's a crying gameWith a heart it playsAnd burns like a flameI remember summer sunAnd tender emotionsWhich are now on the runLike waves from the oceanOh the days gone byAre like rain from the sky Peter S. Quinn


Random Man (To Ben Heine) He is “just a random man”,Doing whatever he always can,Making his random steps to somewhere. Meaning what he always does,Making a reason for his cause,Everything in the world is his affair. Random man please dance on,Days are turning and years are gone,Random man you are me and I'm you. He has a dream that must come true,It’s for the world to be all new,Step by step in a noble peace. Random man come and give,Everything that you can live,In your ideal world of loveThat tomorrow must be full of. Meaning what he always does,Making a reason for his cause,Everything in the world is his affair. Random man please dance on,Days are turning and years are gone,Random man you are me and I'm you. He “is just a random man”,Doing whatever he always can,Making his random steps to somewhere.Making his random steps to somewhere.Making his random steps to somewhere. (Parody to the Beatles song, “Nowhere Man”)


Peter S. Quinn


Rays Fiery Flicking (From, Myspace) A flowery pickingIn windmills of timeOf rays fiery flickingIn flames of its primeDestines on the goingFinding the lost roadWhere eternal is showingEvery opportunity’s load Times turning pathwaysIn the meeting of farIn many assorted laysOf the assembling jarThat drives on musingAnd gives wings to flyAspects there on choosingWith what each might comply Destiny seeds sowingTo blossoms full and highEach ongoing fate bestowingWhere roads to them lie Peter S. Quinn


Razzmatazz (From, Poet On Www) Everything will go away like it always has,Tomorrows to yesterdays gone;Carry each moment to oblivion razzmatazz,Life's surrounding and from what it's drawn. Tears streaming down and smiles on faces,All is for something to lose or give;Life is both cruel and filled up with aces,We need to relate and truly live. Flow on my dreams forever more,Rain comes and sunshine that's for sure,Reach for your moments wherefore. High up and low downs everything here,Give from it or take what you need;Life's like spinning wheel going somewhere,Bring it in and sow your own seed. Flow on my dreams forever more,Rain comes and sunshine that's for sure;Reaching for each moment wherefore, Tears are forever and the smiles too,Bring in your hope and give it a new try;Love is for the taking if it's clean through,You have your living in laughter and cry. Tears are forever and each smile too,Bring in your hope and give it your try;Love is always making it's all up to you,You have your living in laughter and cry. Flow on my dreams forever more,Rain comes and sunshine that's for sure,Reaching for each moment wherefore. Peter S. Quinn


Reality And Unreality Reality and unrealityIt made me laughTo be or not to beAre the times epigraph Everything you might seeCould be a sketch roughComprehending its dualityIs the world a bluff? Endurance in durabilityWishes of arty autographOn to each its infinityDraw and photo half to half Peter S. Quinn


Recall The Days Of Gone Past Recall the days of gone pastWith every dream to fulfillThere was a tune and its castIn the new morning born stillHow easy the dreams can beTheir insecure hours betweenThe mirrors of past you'll seeEach prospect in its pristine Night and day will conjure allGiving us pictures of a wholeEach in their part and a callHaving their certain life's roleSo much is absent yet in thereWith dream-forgers weavingA day comes to night in blareWith voices silently deceiving Windows of times in dreamsFilling each rattling curiosityWavered the rivers and themesInside what we choose to seeSleep has kept us long awayMade every passage disentwineIn their draft and shaping clayDoubtful is each in between line Peter S. Quinn


Red Rose And A Lily A stem with a reddish bud on,A crown among the fairest in the sun;It's the rose you all can see,That opens its flower beneath a tree.It's for you to adore and cheer,If you do care for it being here;It opens its crown to a bumble bee,It grows its fairest for you and me. Then there is the lily white as snow,Or yellow or pink petals to show;Can you not say it's fairest too?Its April flowers grow just for you.It shows you the newborn in lives,When its blooms first in spring arrives;With fragrance that freshens the air,I love to have both these flowers here. (To, Robert Burns - 1759-1796) Peter S. Quinn


Red Spring Red springOh flowers are comingHours singAs the bouquets are blooming Every day is a startFreshly going onA red passion and heartInto the summer sun Love's a songApproaching fresh throughPassions so strongIn spring pending new Days imminent so brightTorching dim hoursGoing starry nightComing scent and flowers Red springLove's in everywhereBreezy soft stringSinging here and there Days are like dreamSoon there'll be MayPlayful river streamMaking freshness way Peter S. Quinn


Red Sunshine Let red sunshine of morning comeBringing on your future to beThoughts are of dust or golden slumSet them just out and freeSometimes it might find the alabasterTearing apart the clouds highMoving your ways faster and fasterClearing the blurs in the sky You have your will to say yes or noNothing will leave what's doneJust like the ones you already knowThoughts are loads to carry onWhenever you burn of its heat waveThat you were tearing apartSet back your thoughts and repaveShow the inside of your heart Let red sunshine bring in the dawnBouquets of desiring waysForces will come life is to it drawnLove of many coloring laysSometimes the haze might even clearAnd give sense to it allBeing to your heart close and nearEach of its worthy call (This is from an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) . Peter S. Quinn


Reflection Less Mirror (From,134 Picture Poems) reflection less mirrorupon the open doorto eclipse shadow contradictreserect sunlost at freedom lessfaith Mondayis sunrise Peter S. Quinn


Reflectively Spiritual Green reflectively spiritual greencreativity with leafy species passionate orchidsilky ecstasy boundaries air humid exuberantlike myselftorrid with mood Peter S. Quinn


Rejoice Rejoice This Holly Night Rejoice rejoice this holly nightWhen the stars shine on so brightIn their heavenly twinkling glowAnd earth is in peaceful snowFor freedom is here in stillWith promised love to fulfill Rejoice rejoice this holly nightIn times of grace and plightWhen dimness so peaceful seemIn stillness of nocturnal dreamWhen the moments are like blissAnd all of the spirit is Rejoice rejoice this holly nightFor love is here in its flightAnd giving harmony on earthIn the tranquil hours of triumphs worthFor this is the time to singAnd hope to all mankind bring Rejoice rejoice this holly nightWhen peace comes in its mightAnd each one here near and afarSends wishes to a wishing starThough winter frost and chill's hereFor coldness of men war's near Peter S. Quinn


Reluctant Eyes (From, Occasional Songs) Reluctant eyes,Everywhere you stare;Hidden viewing skies,Be of this aware.Love is for the making,All things come and go;Life is for the taking,For oblivious grow. Hide your face away,Love will conquer all;Meet dawn's new day,Follow it to the fall.The beauty is within,Every matter's waste;Mind and heart will win,If not done in haste. Reluctant dry mind,Can not set its wings;It is set behind,Where muse truly sings.Sky is cloud ridden,For the drifting picture;Future there lies hidden,In no given fixtures. Peter S. Quinn


Remember I am this love songthat I know. The river of love,in its spaceof summer and winter evening,that slowly comes in my window,in glowing,like desire,every dream to hold on;with its giving away mysticthat carries me to you,near the timeless space aheadwhen I think about you,in the endless lightthat comes and goes,into the water of times endless space. The truth in its distancethat gives every love to go on,we both know by the heart. Every thoughtis to knowand to search for again,with the leaves of time that are falling. Every question asked,shall be goinginto reverie of dreams,with their darkish moodsglowing onfilling every footstepof your heart,where we arein the distance,to decide every shoreand its waves to and froto every daybreak.


Forevery going,is like coming,in my heart that belongs to youwith its feel that I know shall be there,like the sweetness and aroma of youand nothing can take away,I have dreams, yes my dreams,that are recurring every dayso not to be forgotten about you,you my adored, I think of every day,when you are in the distanceof my reach. Peter S. Quinn


Remember (From, Dried Flowers) Remember the leaping down river stream,Flowing of cold water to the ocean;Silent and the shadows trembled light beam,Weaving forward motion - its erosion. Each magical moment's foam-covered stone,The indelible fragrance of sea flowers;The wandering ways of being all alone,With wave billows twisting for hours and hours. The dreams of deep away and almost lost,World of the sea by the darkness ajar,Each cut of the sighted broken torn heart; A flow that is never in time exhaust,In move and beat from the near and afar,Abysmal of bracing the breast of the swart. Peter S. Quinn


Remember (From, Illuminating Night) Remember the dreams we had,From yesteryears summer moods;Rays from some colors we add,That from our morning alludes.Initials of the deep earth wear,Jagged with waves and rivers;Blue dress of summer fanfare,What the fresh streams delivers. All that in memory forever is,Like horizon pictures in the afar;That glows but is lost like a wish,The falling dim wintry way star.Wild of the pummeled sands,Footsteps that gave forth again;What the feelings understands,No one can search but in vain. Remember the gust that grows,Above every root that breaths;Morn without name that shows,All variations and its shibboleths.Earth in its sound and silence,Thoughts of your love and share;All of your dearest acquaintance,That no one else is to compare. Peter S. Quinn


Remember (From,134 Picture Poems) remembersummers endwith moving shadowsin the empty days the growing wallunder the eyesof the moon Peter S. Quinn


Remember Lost Morning (From,134 Picture Poems) remember lost morningtime's soft eyes walkingthrough the pagesof innocence land of blue river Peter S. Quinn


Remember Me In Years To Come Remember me in years to comeIf I will fate away,I was here for a moment some. When things were still okayTo have a friend to see,For everything is wastefullyWastefully. What purpose has this life of ours,With all the various differences?The world each opportunity devoursBefore any truly acceptances. It means a lot to meTo have a friend to see,For everything is wastefullyWastefully. Each feeling 's for a whileThat turns out wrong or right,Some astray or beguileIn its moments and height. Remember me in years to comeIf friendship has been found,Sometimes it's so gruesomeWith nothing in the background. It means a lot each dayYou made me uniquely,With all your sinceritySincerity. It means a lot each wayFor life is such a disarray,When it comes to fair playFair play.


Remember me in years to come -Remember me. Peter S. Quinn


Remember My Heart (Ii) Remember my heartIt is always so whiteFew feelings apartFrom your conductingDaylight True love is so perfectIn a relative wayOpen and directAnd hearing what weBoth say Red on the outsideHot like the sunTurning each morningSun lighting brightNever departing or gone Remember this alwaysLike the color of loveIn your eyesWitch sparkling amazeWith full of surprise Each person findsTheir respectAt least if they do tryLike the heart they doThemselves selectWhen feelings apply Peter S. Quinn


Remember The Moments Of Yesterday Remember the moments of yesterdayWhen the morning was new and azure blueEach way of the heart became spring of MayIn the feelings of dreams that were for youWhen the love was a song of many waysIn the turnings of gold of yours to holdThe heart was a flame in flickering playsThat every passion did almost unfold The days of the new and lost dreaming onEvery turning that gave and was lostWhen the trance of the days were almost goneWith wishes of yesterdays - now star-crossedRemember the love that rises and fallsDrawing the lines with daydreaming calls Peter S. Quinn


Remember The Songs Gone By Remember the songs gone byTheir deep arrangement and shapeEverything falling from its highFrom winters warps of grapeLove songs of evening in daybreakLiving and sharing their skillNow when the night in frosty s awakeDream of the dark to fulfill Interpretations of shady lone shadeFresh from courage cold bleachSlivery threads of horizon bladeNow seem longer distances to reachFeeble sense of days ripen fastOn to the nighttime of the hourFlickering flames that wouldn’t lastEach like a fragile small flower Remember the songs of summer stillAs the days get dark in vainFollow their mornings of fulfillOf their footsteps so simple and plainDarling old rides to the stormEveryone’s cavernous ever fallingWhen night to winter must performAs unfolding dark is there calling Peter S. Quinn


Remembered Days (To Be Published At SheetmusicPublishing) Remembered daysTwisting its memories inTurntable longing waysInside every spinLove is never easyThough the road's clear aheadSummer stays so breezyInto tomorrow bled The flowers on the roadGive you something to seeFuture's unborn odeStill has not found its keySwiftly turnings' mistOnward reasons livingInto the moments gistEach its mood is giving Remembered daysWhere have you all been?Rusting brownish claysIn earth footsteps' betweenYou and I were so sureThen came yesterdayWith each its peace and warThose to the feelings play No more hearts to giveInto the night of afarOnly memories' to liveMorning brightly starWe have now to wonderDreams that lie stillDistances that keeps asunderLongings to fulfill What will ever stay?


In this heart of mineShowing directs wayGiving from its shineTrust not any reasonFor it flows their waveTuning on turning seasonHappiness with its grave Peter S. Quinn


Remembering - We Are Love There is loveabout here always to sing. With every softnessthree is to giveand dreams of summer in a beautiful wishthat is near my heart once again,if I givefrom my senseseverything that it takesto bring the fire of touchonce more in to you,where the waves of the oceanforever will existto bring every dreamon the floating waves throughto the timeless emotion. As you know, I am here,like a cloud in the driftingimpatiently loving you. Like every heart that is bumpingwith its beat to forget,or rememberingwhatever has filled the moment. You are love to be for alwaysin my heart like breeze going byevery day and night passingfloating with whatever love decides,to the dreams of the waves farawayor the shore I still rememberwhere there are no deeps between,only petals of rosesin the clear mirror waterwhere each hour is timelessbound only to your touchand the feelings set off


when you are around. Every dayis my day with you,coming closer and nearer stillwith the sweetnessof your fragrance,its sweetness is like wave lesstimeless oceanof love to the skin it touches,to be beloved and never forgotten,over and over again in the drift of timeand the fire of our ownthat is here for every day and nightlike a garden of blossoming youth. Peter S. Quinn


Remembering Autumn (From, Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) Remembering autumnThat evening blooming song,With daydreams desideratumWhere lost longings belong;Remembering the dreamsThat nowhere coexisted,The lonesome sunbeamsThe coming shade twisted. Remembering the daysOf the withering blooms,Fallen leaves in alleywaysAnd what the earth resumes;All shall be here forgottenIn the days ahead that come,Summer's sweet abdicationsFor the dark winter's hum. Remembering autumnFor leaves turned to red,Lost their green freedomTo fall off to their dead;Remembering momentsYour yearning came too,All the scenting abundanceThe senses could construe. Peter S. Quinn


Remembrance Haiku Never forgottenThe blossoming youthful spring- Even in winter Peter S. Quinn


Reminiscence Dust Reminiscence dust of summer passingLove songs days that were never meant to beDesirous times of sightings delights that were freePut down together and made to amassingCarried near to things and more cuirassingAnswers to advises that fit like a keyOf the dispersion shell - the past espritObscure ways of things that have been sassing The night is like a sister of deep thoughtsWashing ashore every aspect of chanceBetween more and new that is to be hereEngine of ways converting to their plotsTogether in the daze living their danceRecall each tactic from the vague blear Peter S. Quinn


Renewed By A Rose Renewed by a rose,That grows fragile in bed;With colors in beautiful glows,Shades of white, yellow and red.The harmony of spectrum,To ease each thought of mind;Giving perfect blossom,Everything sweetly combined.Renewed by bringingWhat grew from greenest of gold's:Each of summer's singing,And youth now beholds.Everything a heart is hearing,When song is again alive;And gardens are blooms wearing,From the first they arrive.Renewed by a rose,The flowers which shades on well;My garden much lovelier grows,In the summer dulcet spell. Peter S. Quinn


Resolve Silence (From,134 Picture Poems) resolve silencewith black electronic monsterssurging the roads metal inhumansroaring and pacingconcrete stairways Peter S. Quinn


Resolving A Question (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Resolving a question,That never was or is;The number is not known,Only the wish.Try to be you,And nobody else;Bring out all the new,From perfectly within. Clouds are today,And gone tomorrow;What we can give,Is only what we know.Songs that is gone,Flying yet again;For nothing is normal,With inside our brain. Born every minute,Something to reach for;Ladder to climb,Or bring through ashore.What you are asking,Is something to hover?Or there to wish for,And then rediscover. Peter S. Quinn


Resonant Daydreams Resonant daydreamsGoing through to the eveningIn their shimmering streamsThose to a thought singEvery tincture's full glowThat comes from shadowsIn the ongoing dreamy flowThat to the night goes Resonate to inside loveThat every parting mode isDrifty haze aboveIn the reddish dim blissOf the night again comingTo a peaceful stillnessRemembered and summingOf a dream in fullness Resonating on and onSerenely in its stateHorizon's mood shoneOf day to night's debateRising tomorrow's dawnTo ocean's wavelets suaveAfter night curtain's drawnOf fancies dark mauve Peter S. Quinn


Resonant Encounter (From, Rhythmicon - 50 LeadSheets With Poems) Resonant encounterAll is there to be had,When all thing get asunderAnd there is not more to add;Just a simple thing or twoThat a silence can't give,And it's entirely up to youHow much there is abusive. Resonant in beautyThe aspiring to meet,What true thing ought to beWhen fondly you treat;Life is to make the bestFor things and thought of life,It will be forever a testHow much there is real strife. Resonant in your wayEverything so forward on,It will resonance the dayTill the battle is here won;Just a simple thing or twoThat you need to have more,So the colors become trueAnd you have won the war. Peter S. Quinn


Rest In Peace Rest in peaceGood old you,In work and playYou brought us through. What future daysWill bring us still,I can not sayWhat's beyond the hill. Rest in peaceYou never did abide,But now releaseYour daily light. Into the pastWe sometime glance,But now at lastAway you dance. Rest in peaceFor ever more,You're now at easeAs a number score. Peter S. Quinn


Return Return of the shadowsTo the ongoing darkWhere everything glowsIn the falling sparkAnd we are timelessLike the falling glowFrom mindful of caressThat reaches us slow Return of the contentmentThat never goes farWith its day life resentmentIn each peace and warWe come to know muchThis cultivated our ownSometimes so out of touchAnd not entirely shown Return to the daylightFrom ongoing dimThe morning comes brightAfter dark whimsy whimTrials and slip-ups fallLike shadows to the deepFrom their inside strollNever forever to keep Peter S. Quinn


Return My Feelings… Return my feelings from the yesterdaysIn to flying fulfillments of tomorrowsAll my renders were molded in to the hazeThat interventions sometime borrowsInterrupting with autumn kisses fireThe moods of bearing fortune circling lightEach of the expected blood reddish desireLike leaves that are laid to rest at night Arrive here close and play with golden moonThe cipher that lolls expected travelingTo the unknown stars inside your sleepingMelody of engaging waiting tuneThat with its excursion is marvelingThe fairy tales - the heart's still keeping Peter S. Quinn


Return To Bright Skies Return to bright skies,Our yesterday’s sweet dreams;You learn through ears and eyes,What in mysteries sometimes seems.Return to cloudlets highs,With a work in tomorrow schemes;Road of fortune there lies,With sunshine in glowing beams. You and I are both falling,Until our breathing stories end;The days of unknown are calling,With moods of forgotten blend.You and I through strolling,The Coppers of fortune to bend;In many ways experience enrolling,Of each what we own attend. Give and take is easy,But reaching their goal is tough;Like flowers blossom in breezy,In places of wild and rough.Return to hope and thoughts,In what you were building before;We are the future aquanauts,To sail our imaginings ashore. Peter S. Quinn


Return To Love Return to loveFor your heart to burnLike drift clouds aboveYou were made to yearnSummer and autumnFlowers for eternityRicochets that humFor love to be Sweetness of heartDreams in the stillWhere shall it start?Conduct to fulfillThat is a part of youGiving and takingAlways to renewMore in the making Return to livingWinter into springLife is truly givingPearls on a stringSweetness of a touchIt’s everything you sayLove is just that muchGive or take away Peter S. Quinn


Return To The Things You Adore Love songs are callingIn their endless of waysAs their dreams are fallingOn sunshine laysDreams in tincture’s blueTo the farawayShades of cherished trueIn its unborn day Return to the things you adoreFor love is the only sayIn a pleasure it's something moreTo keep the loneliness away And for all that will never restThere are meanings stillTo keep close in love’s breastFor a feeling to fulfill Return to a moment beforeThat gave and never said nayTo a passionate contourOf all meanings that outweigh Love songs are playingTheir intimate fireThough none’s stayingOf loves burn desireIt’s all dreams in distanceFlowing away soonHour’s pleasures tranceA heart of memories tune Peter S. Quinn


Revealed (From Rock Star) Our turning days are revealed,Dust to dust each hiding place;Days - one by one is a battlefield,Of all the surrounding aerospace.Masks are back on every one,With their hiding eyes they creep;Down in the dark without a sun,Silences around and a city at sleep. Flying with wings of darkish dim,And flowers black flowering on;The houses of angels and seraphim,With number of units in echelon.Where will you be when morn comes?Guiding the light back from dark.Shadows that dance in the interims,Dwelling in every garden and park. Secrets are hiding somewhere out there,Revealing identities never to some;When night's about there everywhere,They will show where they are from.Bless every child that now is sleeping,Under the bed someone is hiding;What is this evil of anxiety keeping,Who is that creature in the storm riding? Guide every hour,Guide every hour,To keep you from harm. Guide every hour,Guide every hour,To keep you from harm. Peter S. Quinn


Reversed Sideways (From, Myspace) Reversed sidewaysWhen the morning comesIn dawn breaking playsOf distance drumsWhen seeds become flowersRising from earthIn tomorrow's hoursOf every peaceful worth The old news traysWith every falling briefInto the lonesome graysLike a withering leafTonight is now goingWith what the past did knowInto fogginess growingEvery departing flow Reversed tide wavesFrom sea of inerrancyThe ongoing that enclavesIts shore transparencyWhere the billows rise highIn the openness seaAs vast as the skyOf the powerful and free Peter S. Quinn


Revisited Thoughts (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Revisited thoughts,To each and every one;With their assorted ought’s,And time already had done.The night sky to mystify,The blinking lights away;Imagination will amplify,What may be seen in day? Revisited gone years,With the many days born;From nightly visiting stares,Of eyes both old and worn.The night sky with sea lights,In the blackish dim gown;All the falling wishing flights,Those now are on their own. Revisited yesterdays,From where I'm standing now;What with a heart interplays?And mangles it somehow.The night is wide of superstition,Towering through the sky;Some are hard in definition,Others to the day will die. Peter S. Quinn


Rhythm Is Going Rhythm is goingOne by one in its twoEvery time its showingSomething new to you Beat to beat goneHours passing awayUntil all is doneIn its hours play Night soon in time wheelEverything in toneBeats and its feelUntil it's all alone Now there is this new waveFinding new soundSteady on to crave'til it goes around Feel song of powerDancing in its dreamKind of urban flowerIn its streaming stream Yes rhythm is goingAll is a fantasyHipster beats flowingThat want to be free Peter S. Quinn


Rice Cakes For The Dusty Wind A day is always comingAnd bringing something from pastApproaching feelings strummingOf 'nothing's gone to last' Rice cakes for the dusty windLooking bright one morningInto coal or stone tinnedEach their side is turning Golden voices once hadFall now when they're speakingSinging on like scratching padNo silver throats seeking Peter S. Quinn


Richness Of Earth Let the dark of the sea be gone tomorrowFrom the daughters of the crying nighttimeWhere hidden ways of distress come in primeIn the morning cast of aloneness sorrowThat some have tried to give each and borrowIn the many ways of each attainment mimeIn thoughts and their liability and climbTo each of its assume adjoin to kowtow Richness of earth is full of nameless flowersOpen your eyes to each of their beginningWith the essence of love from the soil deepAnd there comes a day with abundant showersWhere the raindrops to the loam is singing:Endow with care and their seeds you will keep Peter S. Quinn


Ride On My future stays in my dreamsLike an unborn flowering seedEverything nowhere now seemsHarder from here to readTime goes on days passes byNothing is anywhere goingThere is a dimension in the skyWith the air of a circle flowing Ride on to my dreams once moreWhat you shall know is withinThere is the day’s opeining doorEverything from your self to winPlaying fields of instances to liveAnything that is really youComing there and to the future giveSeeing through the haze of the new Powers to be are there bornFilling the emptiness of a dayThat is here old and wornGive you the playgrounds to play Peter S. Quinn


Ride On High - Ride On Low Ride on high and ride on lowLive and become easyYou must come and you must goLife is close and breezyIn the night there is still timeFinding pleasures thrownIn its darkish dance and limeNot much is though shown Give the roads its much wayTurning to left and rightAnything that comes might stayIf it is of a moody nightBring your tender feeling's hookWith this house of mireYou might have that certain lookOn to men long hot-wire Got to love and give some inTo the world your love dependsNightly wish and twinkling spinTill the dark meets its own endsSomething is that never topsOnly comes to deeper understandingWith love and feelings chopsEach to its play commanding Ride on high and ride on lowLive and become easyYou must come and you must goLife is close and breezyIn the night there is still timeFinding pleasures thrownIn its darkish dance and limeNot much is though shown Ride on high and ride on lowTo the way - each way you go


*(From, Photograph Memory) Peter S. Quinn


Right Ways And The Wrong There is a nighttime of dark and confessIn the hearts that have followed love to declineWhen truthfulness have betrayed in bitternessAnd its mercy is in painful entwineLike the keepers of truth with many its choiceThrough years of right in visions of beautyAs the song comes to air in its own voiceLike guardian of aptness doing its dutyWhatever is said in its ways to detainLike glass in eyes when they stare at nothingFor much in beauties cloak is hinged to its vainOften at times therein only bluffingRight ways and the wrong in defenses are hidLike stones that are first in life's pyramid Peter S. Quinn


Rime Spring Haiku earth worms are showingwith the green of spring glowing- after night snowing Peter S. Quinn


Rime Summer Haiku a day is goingto evening tiptoeing- lake water's glowing Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku Light and gray darkness,Twilight's silences endless- Luminiferous! Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku Growing summer fields,Through lives productive windshieldsGive more seedings yields. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku Summer is ending,Each color again blendingEarth innovating. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku Picture of dark leyContrasting winter to play- Circumscription gray Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #100 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Days of paradise,beautiful earth and its vice- never to suffice. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #101 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The time moves around,it is not like me homebound- on winter's white ground. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #102 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Where the wild heart is,through the lonely winter bliss- summer days we miss. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #103 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Day and night and youlove is gone into the bluewhere the stars are too! Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #104 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Falling down flowing,what we have and bestowing- winter is growing. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #105 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Moment young in fire,of dream and a dawn desire- future you aspire. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #106 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Water mirror glow,where distance memories grow- day and night shall flow. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #107 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Winter river's here,snowy and going nowhere- the earth is austere. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #108 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Dawn comes slowly in,from where the sunshine has been- light on winter skin. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #109 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Water's flowing fine,into the hiemal sunshine- from the high alpine. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #110 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Spring will come again,from under the winter's reign- tide's ageless refrain. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #111 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Bird will think and hide,for a short moment abide- for songs beautified. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #112 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Loves me - loves me not,each in its own aforethought- time is varied plot! Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #113 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The leaves are all dead,and summer dreams aforesaid- better springs ahead. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #114 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Gray dark winter leaves,full of autumn sallow grieves- baring trees bereaves. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #115 (From, This Is My Wasteland) I will fly awayto the morning of new dayfrom chillsome prime play. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #116 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Lost is summer's faun,with the flight of the birds gone- new year's winter dawn. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #117 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Beginning like end,side by side they will amend- like every tide's wend. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #118 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Blue sky faraway,Shall return one summer day- Gloomy ways won't stay. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #119 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The new and the old,and the memories to hold- winter roads unfold. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #120 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Evening shadows grow,From mountain magnifico- Earth tides come and go. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #121 (From, This Is My Wasteland) The red leaves of night,that have lost their way and flight- before morn turned bright. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #122 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Glisten morning hour,After an autumn shower- Withering flower! Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #123 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Road is long to you:Through and through and always through- Time for spring and new! Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #124 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Days go by and by,under the longing blue skymirror vitrify. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #125 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Gardens and flowers,The memories that are ours- Road of many hours. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #126 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Blazing fires outside,Of dreams and longings eventide- Through the winter glide. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #127 (From, This Is My Wasteland) River o river,the life water deliver- and spring sounds quiver. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #128 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Go from bloom to bloom,My butterfly of foredoom- Summertime resume. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #129 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Oh live or let die,Just like I prefer blue sky- Summer dragonfly. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #130 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Bring me close to this,The sky in a cloudy kiss- Winter's yearning bliss. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #131 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Go go with your wings,where the summertime sings- fresh awakenings! Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #133 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Life is like the light,shining in the forest bright- spring starts to ignite. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #135 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Summertime's coming,with its new colorcasting- each in contrasting! Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #14 Days to night return,with colors of earth pattern- in autumn we yearn. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #144 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Beauty at the lake,with fresh summer shall awake- after winter's take. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #147 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Daydreams drift away,with the deep waves they will play- tides can never stay. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #150 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Day is young to treatfor something too bitter sweet- expecting replete. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #153 Sun comes in to shine,like dream it's hard to define- where's reality line? Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #154 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Branches reach destiny,if they grow abundantly- in freshness dewy. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #155 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Oh playful river,summer dreams rapids giver- each one deliver. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #157 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Infinity play,new illuminating dayfrom night's mystic way! Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #159 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Little butterfly,from around and from hereby- summer vivify. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #160 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Dear summer flower,beautiful in evening hour- magical power. Peter S. Quinn


Riming Haiku #161 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Dream weavers swimming,along lives bedrock rimming- to-and-fro skimming Peter S. Quinn


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