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There Is an
Angel in Heaven
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
There is an angel in heaven,
He's awake until eleven;
You can hold to his hand
And he'll try to understand,
Why your heart is angry and bitter,
And he'll try to make it fitter
So the future for you will glitter.
There are roads to walk across
And you are your only boss,
But your angel will guide you through
Because he knows what to do;
So don't let your hope become lost
Or frostbitten in your frost.
Be saved by an angel, who tries,
He knows both your lowness and highs;
Find refuge in love and kindness,
Hope you try this and God bless.
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Angel in Heaven
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
There is an angel in heaven,
He's awake until eleven;
You can hold to his hand
And he'll try to understand,
Why your heart is angry and bitter,
And he'll try to make it fitter
So the future for you will glitter.
There are roads to walk across
And you are your only boss,
But your angel will guide you through
Because he knows what to do;
So don't let your hope become lost
Or frostbitten in your frost.
Be saved by an angel, who tries,
He knows both your lowness and highs;
Find refuge in love and kindness,
Hope you try this and God bless.
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Adventure
A poem by Steven Curtis Lance
Adventure awaits us
And misadventure too
Daily life debates us
Challenging us to do
That which we cannot bear
That is unless we dare
To cross over borders
Transcending disorders
Defying our own past
To find the now at last
Adventure awaits us
And misadventure too
But destiny fates us
To do what we must do
To get from here to there
And where is there? To be
Within the now and free
(The poem appeared
on Authorsden.com)
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Adventure
A poem by Steven Curtis Lance
Adventure awaits us
And misadventure too
Daily life debates us
Challenging us to do
That which we cannot bear
That is unless we dare
To cross over borders
Transcending disorders
Defying our own past
To find the now at last
Adventure awaits us
And misadventure too
But destiny fates us
To do what we must do
To get from here to there
And where is there? To be
Within the now and free
(The poem appeared
on Authorsden.com)
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Like Smoke in Thin Air
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In Between the Lines
By Peter S. Quinn
In between the lines
Something needs to be written
Words for word it defines
What in meaning lies hidden
Plastic world outside
Within its lots of name
Through daily routine's hide
Never exactly the same
The complicated in us
Finding the in between
Roads away and across
Nothing from the outside seen
You and I of just two
Similar spices in line
Know what gets here through
And forces together combine
Yesterdays were ours
With tomorrow still to come
From lost world's inside powers
That we don't know where are from
Something is never finished
Only like smoke in thin air
In its drifting diminished
Away from reality here
By Peter S. Quinn
In between the lines
Something needs to be written
Words for word it defines
What in meaning lies hidden
Plastic world outside
Within its lots of name
Through daily routine's hide
Never exactly the same
The complicated in us
Finding the in between
Roads away and across
Nothing from the outside seen
You and I of just two
Similar spices in line
Know what gets here through
And forces together combine
Yesterdays were ours
With tomorrow still to come
From lost world's inside powers
That we don't know where are from
Something is never finished
Only like smoke in thin air
In its drifting diminished
Away from reality here
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