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Hey There

Une Première
et Unique Fois

Par Ben Heine

Qu'il est divin d'aborder quelqu'un,
Les premiers jeux sont un festin,
Aucune gêne ne nous tiraille, ni restreinte.
Les gestes se veulent sincères, sans feinte.

Bien vite, une complicité s'installe,
Le plaisir nouveau est partagé,
La découverte se veut totale.
Tout cela d'abord sans crainte ni pitié.

Le rapport se veut paisible,
Les dialogues s'éternisent,
Une confiance naive s'organise.
Nous abordons les sujets sensibles.

Mais que dérape l'un ou l'autre,
Et on est entièrement déchirés,
Car une chance s'écroule. Navrés.
On devient pauvre.

Et puis, on se dit "à la prochaine",
Mais, en fait, tout est perdu.
On aimerait pardonner sans peine,
Car ça sent le "déjà vu".

Newton's Apple Tree
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The Future is Bright
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Le Mont Saint Michel Revisited
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Not a Drifter but a Dreamer

Happy Together

Follow Your Dreams

By Peter S. Quinn

Follow your dreams that go by
Filling each moment on
Feelings of love low and high
Until each thought is gone
Closeness to them is everything
Of every hour everyday
They are the reason I still sing
Into departures that can't stay

Yesterdays are to remember
With every its old song to borrow
Like the leaves of reddish amber
Or dawn rising once more tomorrow
But our dreams never come true
They are only in the heart to glow
Mind-sets and thoughts to renew
Before they for evermore shall go

Follow your dreams for they leave
Everything is at all times falling
Hours will come of lost and grieve
And again to those times calling
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My Boat Wants To Sail

My Boat
Wants To Sail

By Peter S. Quinn

My boat is all alone
On the weaving mystic sea
Like a bottom pebble stone
That cannot become free
Blue white billow's high
In their faraway circling around
Surround it there and tie
On deep abyss own playground

My boat wants to sail
Through oceans of unknown
In search of a fresh trail
Where easy wind has blown
But brine seas are deep
And get so much there lost
Commitments cannot keep
On rocky shores get tossed

Sea dreams won’t elapse
If we can find their way
Sail through hidden traps
Reefs that with ridge play
My boat wants to find
The freedom of the deep
And leave old scenes behind
That my turret can’t keep

Walk With the Light
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Take Me
As I Am

By Peter S. Quinn

Take me as I am let me be a twist
A carefree word here to adhere
For knitting down the gist
Inside heart-roots gone austere

Like a love that begins from inside
And brings out a beautiful bright
Like a ray that in a shade might hide
Or a beam in an evening's flight

Give same love life’s giving about
Though sideways are with bare trees
And the morning is still in its doubt
For the coming of summer's breeze
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Mute

Silences, Alone

By Peter S. Quinn

A silence comes within us all,
When we with darkness again fall;
A shadow creeping softly stays,
And show its vision many ways.
Everything my brain still knows,
Step by step into silences goes;
Dreams and feelings down it break’s,
Away my visions all it takes.

When I am alone and streets I walk,
Silences to me softly talk;
About the heart that was here before,
But is now gone for ever more.

A lonesome soul just only knows,
The restless silence that never goes;
Sharp and shining like a razor blade,
A forgotten love song now too late.
That echoed once from heart to heart,
With promises to never depart;
But now lies resting on its own,
Like silences that are still alone.
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Thoughts Captivity

There Are
Obsessions

By Peter S. Quinn

There are obsessions for every ride
Loneliness out there to stay
Shadows of night they sometimes hide
Into the morning and the day
Feelings of sickness everywhere go
Letting you down from the start
Something that only you know
Breaking and piercing your heart

Blossoms of cold in each fight
Nothing will give there any dream
Only the dark in the hour’s fright
With each their uncertainty beam
Oceans and waves that everything lacks
Believing nothing from its cast
Huge spaces of emptiness and blacks
All with their time to low and adjust

We are there standing in our wishing
Anywhere going for even some more
Part of us knowing some dreams missing
Nobody is forever of anything sure
Adapting footsteps through the streets
Of nobody's ways in a cruel world
Each of our emotion opposition meets
Scattering thoughts - dreams unfurled

Tell Him

Will You Ever Sing

By Peter S. Quinn

Will you ever sing
Like the bird in a tree,
That the sunshine can bring
Inside to me -;
All is pleasurable now
With much wondering ways,
We will manage somehow
To get it through these days.

There is winter outside
Often it is much fun,
When the sully moods hide
And the shadows are on run;
Bring though again spring
For I feel more pleasure,
Happiness is an inside feeling
Perhaps the truest treasure.

Will I ever have more
Then I have with this all,
I should have said thereinbefore
Less is less and that is small;
Let there be sunshine
Before this day is gone,
It would be according to a line
I recently have done.

Darling

Each Life is
Like a Flower

By Peter S. Quinn

Each life is like a flower
With leaves of green and yellow
And in the rain shower
They become quite mellow
Like dreams that are going by
Or flickering flames by night
The open reddish evening sky
That falls away its light

When love is in our heart
There is so much there going
From the beginning it'll start
To give of its tender flowing
You become with flames about
And feelings that inside glow
For all the fire will be out
Like streams of a river to grow

When all is done you feel inventive
Like grass that sways in wind
And to the world assentive
So tender out sided skinned
With closeness to a life you are
And deliberated with roses
Each night you drift alone with a star
As love again to you apposes

The Path to Knowledge

There Are Times

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And I can't be certain
Of everything;
Though I speak,
Though I hear,
Though I see,
My knowledge shall never
Be complete.

There are waves on
The ocean,
There is distance
Across the sea,
There are mountains
To be climbed,
There are people to
Be free;
But one thing is certain,
Freedom lies inside of me.

There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
There is good and hope
In everything;
There are people,
There are moonlights,
There are days,
And in the eyes
Of my loved one
Of love I can read.

There are green colors
Of grass,
There are flowers
In the soil,
There are clouds
Across the sky,
There are hopes
For everyone;
But one thing is certain,
We must become strong.

There are times,
There are ways,
There are wonders,
And life goes on
Like before;
There are stairways,
There are distances,
There are ceilings,
But they won’t keep us apart
For knowing ones heart.
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Listen to Wisdom
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A photo I took in the Belgian countryside
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Freedom Is To
You Calling

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

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 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.
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Back to my Roots
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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As I Am

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

As I am
I am your tender way
Someone to follow
Earth in its gray
Love song of the deep
As hours pass by
Hold on and keep
Knots to lose and try

You are for me
Night with its stars
Someone to follow
Winter’s top isobars
Can’t you hear me singing
Like a bird in a tree
To your heart bringing
Something of me

As I am
Without any taken
Winter ways hollow
Through the darks waken
No one but you
Understands this
From the dim dim blue
Outside in vast abyss
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Follow me Son

© 2009 - Ben Heine
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I'm Going...

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm going in deepest of unknown space,
Searching with a kindle, not clear or bright;
I'll be flying dimensions, hours of grace,
Close to daybreak and the fullest of night.
Like a bird in dark with one pair of wings,
Flying across oceans, somewhere not known;
Or a singer who searches on, as he sings,
A seed from a fragile bloom not yet grown.
Ah dear friend, perhaps likewise, so are you:
Knowing not yet where your fate is going;
Into the distance, in haze and in blue,
Mountain root moss there seems all to be glowing.
Unclear quite now, is each of futures seeing,
But when crossed over, there dwells each being.
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Rhino Downtown

The Time Is Going
Somewhere

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

The time is going somewhere
But nowhere I'm still
The city lights from here to there
In every light bulb still
The hours are going by
One by one there're past
Heavy like clouds in sky
Or the roads with its dust

Everywhere you're going
Farther just than you were
Like the city lights flowing
Somewhere around or near

Letting go of dreams between
That nobody ever knows
So much is still there to be seen
In the sideways glows

Every time is going through
We are still just walking
So much there for to renew
After the stirring and talking
Ways to fill and be around
Where the days are down
Elsewhere a bit unlike found
In a different kind of a town

Summer Time

Dream Dream Away!

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dream dream away tonight
With each song that feels right
Some bouquets are in your mind
And other's in reality you'll find
Keep them and grow them more
Some of them pictures will lore
Daydreaming going to dreams
The image of uncertainty deems

Spin through clutter and rainbow
Everything that's shining the day
Fill every thought with a wow
Come what should and what may
Tumbling down to new summer
Feeling the warms in its hands
Finding the blossoms newcomer
Each in its field and marshlands

Dream dream away to the bright
Morning that comes after night
Filling the air with its perfume
From every summer bed's bloom

Relaxing On The Grass
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A picture I took around Oxford in England
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Engaging
Hands of
Earth

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Engaging hands of earth - you touch us still
Around and round in every transparent dream
Each bleaching falling glisten in quietness seem
Dear sweet autumn that my yearnings fulfill
Your smooth earthen mixture of shadings to thrill
With stars in your hair of yellow brown stream
Summer of gold is now leaving in gleam
Giving to dim every song in its skill

Withering dark to the changing grass confer
With ground tincturing that dresses the leaves
In the placid of days that are going by
Now is the time of full harvesting year
Just before tomorrow comes in with grieves:
Crack of dawn calm and the red clouded sky
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Get On Through

Always Be a
Beginner to See

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

You, always be a beginner to see
The runaway in motions close from you
The street's not empty if there is a tree
Shadowing your footsteps from the sky blue
Each of your moments is nearly not fed
Like rain bowing colours in cyberspace
The prism of few: yellow, purple, blue, red
Coming and visiting each of your place
Come see a few pictures there in your mind
Experience passing longitude in line
If I'm not wrong and you're not colour-blind
It's hard all those shades clearly to define
Closed book gets open a guide to the way
How you each moment meet with a new day.
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