Obama's Magic
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© 2009 - Ben Heine

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Ink on paper (digital colors)

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He Is a Real
Magical Man

By Peter S. Quinn

He is a real magical man
Walking down the magical span
Making so much magical for everyone’s treat

Not everything needs to be true
Though it’s going to be like it seems too
In its way on every walking street

Magical man, please have a try
There is deep and there's blue sky
Magical man, make your own magical plan

He’s exited for what he is
Reaching the earth in watery bliss
Magical man, never reaching your own feet

Magical man keeps on flying
Go all the way in your trying
Bringing it all up into reality
In magic’s for all to see

Not everything needs to be true
Though it’s going to be like it seems too
In its way on every walking street

Magical man please has a try
There is deep and there's blue sky
Magical man, make your own magical plan

He is a real magical man
Walking down a magical span
Making so much magical for everyone’s treat

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Bring The Light
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© 2009 - Ben Heine

Come Here - Light

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

After light comes darkness
And after darkness comes light
For you and with - I shall caress
And fly onto your flight
To the sunshine nearby
Just across the dim sea
Through the blue morning sky
That the soul sets free

Every hour of the dark
Shall not dwell on too long
For the gleams must spark
In a new day breaking song
That shall melt any ice
That has broken its way
In the roots full of lies
That now meet brighter day

Come here with your speech
In to love of the far
With every thought it’ll teach
Of peace – not of war
Come here in your wings
Fly among true love
With what it to the heart brings
Full of sunshine from above

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ICT Overdose

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© 2008 - Ben Heine

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I'm a Martyr
of the Keyboard
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By Peter S Quinn (*)

I type all day long
Into the request deep
Sometimes it’ll ping-pong
Right into my sleep
I'm a martyr of the keyboard
Going down deep under
To the alphabet lord
God of the ticktick thunder!

I'll type for a request
Just to please and be ready
I'll try to do my best
If my fingers go on steady
This and that comes out
I have no complete control
Automation knows its ways about
Around the ‘key-mole’
And keyhole

I type all day to spark
And give it a steady beat
But sometimes it’ll all lack
Except its little tweet
This maybe a dark poetry read
With not much in deeper meaning
But to somewhere it will lead
In a steady and closer
Screening

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(*) Peter has been very prolific, - with more than 15 thousand music works /instrumental songs, and over 10 thousand poems and lyrics. You can find nearly 7 thousand music works and more than 5 thousand poems and lyrics by him on the internet. Don't miss his frequently updated blog

--> The poem was created by Peter S Quinn for this particular image. Thank you Peter.
--> ICT = Information and Communications Technologies
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Peter S Quinn's Poetry
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This Is My Heart
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This is my heart to the world I carry
And bring every knot to its unleash
To break through the barriers of a worry
And making the peace to mankind with ease
Love song that blows here through the dimly breeze
With every hope that's hard to define
In future's new morning of green leafed trees
That through to the road shall once again shine

The reasons are captiv'd in breaking blow
If love is without its brethren passion
All of its hope shall only be like glow
That proves to be weak and out of fashion
So make harmonious peace that is dearly
And it shall show how big your heart's clearly
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Swing Swing
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Swing swing on my fortune index finger
Let me be your desiring destiny
Gadgets and opportunities swinger
Every past memories daydreams a b c
Times of wind blowing gathering clouds
And the colorful rainbows from the beyond
Gathering happiness together crowds
Afar oceans and every millpond

Each finger to build on to more treasures
That the air of point might someday fill
To give amount time to mankind's pleasure
When youth and its dreams climb the older hill
Everything from early life floating rays
Those were colors, but now have turned to grays
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Do Not Pull the Trigger
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Do not pull the trigger
‘Cause I might be much bigger
Than the creation of your thought
That from this gun is brought

My life may be in vain
Because of its struggles and pain
But give me another opportunity
Of what you thought of me

My heart is pulling up hill
In finding the colors to fill
To bring breath its death
And I again down to earth
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Changing Masks
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Changing masks of myriad subtleties today
In the colorful worlds we all live in
Spiral bounds to its many turning way
Head to head in tomorrow's coming spin
Waves from the sky through emotions of song
To follow your spirits from cloud to cloud
Dreams of your golden thrust spinning headlong
From concrete forests and to the street crowd

Opportunities of living color turn
Jesters of every man's inside juggling
Desiring shades that come to mind and burn
From their work about distances and struggling
Masks like transparent ornamentation
Theater of smiles and sadness sensation
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All the above poems are by Peter S Quinn
and the illustrations by Ben Heine
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