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Mike Quinn Poem
You are a princess in my heart,
and I care for you so much.
I love the fondness in your eyes,
and your tender little touch.
I looked at you when you were born,
and knew then straight away,
that I would be fore ever here
to watch you grow and play.
You bring to me a heart of joy,
and memories so great,
and a powerful sense of fatherhood
that no one can debate.
I watch you sleep and dream of things
that I can only wonder.
That innocent look upon your face
just makes my heart grow fonder.
I see you run and jump and shout
and calling out my name.
No love that I have ever known
could ever feel the same.
No suffering or tragedy
nor deeply seated pain
could ever over shadow
the bond that we retain.
And so my little princess
before you go to sleep,
Remember I am your daddy,
and I am yours to keep.
(For Victoria from Dad)
Copyright © Mike Quinn | Year Posted 2014
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Mike Quinn Poem
What is love?
Love is just a state of mind,
We enter it as if we’re blind.
Love is death love is life,
Love is trouble love is strife.
Love is something we cannot see,
Yet from love we cannot flee.
Love is the reason for life itself,
Sometimes we leave love on the shelf.
Love is the very air that we breathe,
Love is something that we bequeath.
Love is happy love is sad,
Love can sometimes drive us mad.
Love is seldom easily explained,
Sometimes solid and sometimes strained.
Love is distant love is near,
Sometimes obscure and sometimes clear.
Love is funny love is sad,
Sometimes good and sometimes bad.
Love is simple love is plain,
Sometimes mad and sometimes sane.
Love is black love is white,
Sometimes wrong and sometimes right.
Love is cold love is hot,
Sometimes hidden but not forgot.
What is love?, I hear you ask.
To answer this would be a task.
For just as love is not constrained
Love just cannot be explained.
Copyright © Mike Quinn | Year Posted 2014
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Mike Quinn Poem
The castle is a place where poets dwell.,
Where each can cast their wondrous spell.
From the turrets high to the dungeons deep
From each portcullis to the central keep.
Its powerful walls keep foes at bay.
They keep us safe from day to day.
The knights are brave and fight with zeal.
In armoured suits and swords of steel.
The poets live as all men should.
Side by side in brotherhood.
The magic of rhyme is all they seek
From modern tongue to ancient Greek.
The castle echoes with the sound of joy,
And haunting words from man and boy.
The maidens fair who live within
Pen words of love and carnal sin.
For each one here there is a place
To release the soul from its inner space.
With words of mirth and sorrow both.
And witches spells of evil oath.
The castle grows from day to day
And people come from far away.
But once inside these walls of grey,
They find that they are here to stay.
Their words are all that leave this place,
Their souls the castle shall embrace.
So in our quest for perfect poem
We call this place our sonnets home.
Copyright © Mike Quinn | Year Posted 2014
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