<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:43:17.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occasional Song Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-113393706654268916</id><published>2005-12-06T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:31:06.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Quiet Moment</title><content type='html'>Have a quiet moment &lt;br /&gt;for the winter is so dark,&lt;br /&gt;find no way to relent&lt;br /&gt;into the night's dull spark.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Forever is always forever, &lt;br /&gt;not a month or two;&lt;br /&gt;intertwined together,&lt;br /&gt;for both me and you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The songs are coming&lt;br /&gt;and filling up the air,&lt;br /&gt;deep deep dark humming&lt;br /&gt;inside now everywhere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All is same and nothing,&lt;br /&gt;growing from the roots;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is abolishing,&lt;br /&gt;into its steady absolutes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Each hours is filling,&lt;br /&gt;something of nothingness;&lt;br /&gt;time by time spilling,&lt;br /&gt;- all is to come again fresh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Forever is always to be,&lt;br /&gt;creating the new from old;&lt;br /&gt;whatever accidentally,&lt;br /&gt;the now can't for long hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-113393706654268916?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/113393706654268916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=113393706654268916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113393706654268916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113393706654268916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2005/12/have-quiet-moment.html' title='Have A Quiet Moment'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-113164844604192583</id><published>2005-11-10T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T10:47:26.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Leaves Fall</title><content type='html'>Yellow leaves fall,&lt;br /&gt;Summer is gone;&lt;br /&gt;Winds northern brawl,&lt;br /&gt;To carry cold on.&lt;br /&gt;The Cicadas sing,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrowful song;&lt;br /&gt;And memories bring,&lt;br /&gt;To each my long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers have fallen,&lt;br /&gt;On to the earth;&lt;br /&gt;Settled the pollen,&lt;br /&gt;Each what it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams I must carry,&lt;br /&gt;Into my world's own;&lt;br /&gt;And sunshine burry,&lt;br /&gt;To night's dim gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White clouds and dark,&lt;br /&gt;Fill up the sky;&lt;br /&gt;Northern lights spark,&lt;br /&gt;In tomorrow fly.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime here again,&lt;br /&gt;The spring will come;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up with men,&lt;br /&gt;New seeds blossom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-113164844604192583?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/113164844604192583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=113164844604192583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113164844604192583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113164844604192583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2005/11/yellow-leaves-fall.html' title='Yellow Leaves Fall'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-113164160390782701</id><published>2005-11-10T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:53:23.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me More</title><content type='html'>Give me more,&lt;br /&gt;Of the stars out there;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never too sure,&lt;br /&gt;To give or to share.&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming away,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of a heart;&lt;br /&gt;The innermost play,&lt;br /&gt;Of two counterpart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops falling,&lt;br /&gt;From a cloudy sky;&lt;br /&gt;Memories calling,&lt;br /&gt;Hours that away fly.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to follow,&lt;br /&gt;Into the loneliness;&lt;br /&gt;Moments are hollow,&lt;br /&gt;And times lovely less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams are near,&lt;br /&gt;When day's wintry on;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal's icy clear,&lt;br /&gt;Summer winds are gone.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness will walk,&lt;br /&gt;With streets from here;&lt;br /&gt;Hours a slowly clock,&lt;br /&gt;In shadows atmosphere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-113164160390782701?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/113164160390782701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=113164160390782701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113164160390782701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113164160390782701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2005/11/give-me-more.html' title='Give Me More'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-113146507835604302</id><published>2005-11-08T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T07:51:18.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Tree of Life</title><content type='html'>Like a tree of life,&lt;br /&gt;Enchant is this way;&lt;br /&gt;To the shore and rife,&lt;br /&gt;Comes dawn of day.&lt;br /&gt;Can we hold or reach,&lt;br /&gt;What we do not know;&lt;br /&gt;Anything there teach,&lt;br /&gt;Which is still a glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the root of tree,&lt;br /&gt;River in the stream;&lt;br /&gt;Is the unknown poetry,&lt;br /&gt;From another's dream.&lt;br /&gt;Will it give you much,&lt;br /&gt;When it appears here;&lt;br /&gt;If you can not it touch,&lt;br /&gt;And your feelings share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a branch to reach,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is there for;&lt;br /&gt;Different ways to teach,&lt;br /&gt;For this time's boudoir.&lt;br /&gt;We can give and move,&lt;br /&gt;Make the flowing flow;&lt;br /&gt;Open up and approve,&lt;br /&gt;What was scattered ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-113146507835604302?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/113146507835604302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=113146507835604302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113146507835604302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113146507835604302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2005/11/like-tree-of-life.html' title='Like a Tree of Life'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-113077379555278741</id><published>2005-10-31T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T07:52:11.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day By Day Then Night</title><content type='html'>Day by day then night,&lt;br /&gt;Voice left in somewhere's flight;&lt;br /&gt;All is gone for ever more,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was for real or sure.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's past or going,&lt;br /&gt;Like the winter's glowing;&lt;br /&gt;With fires that once burned,&lt;br /&gt;Memories of no returned.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With a shadow like a name,&lt;br /&gt;Burning burning passing flame;&lt;br /&gt;What will recognition know,&lt;br /&gt;When distant self must grow.&lt;br /&gt;Purpose proper on the road, &lt;br /&gt;What to time was bestowed;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought one achieves,&lt;br /&gt;Like the shallow broken leaves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Night by night then a day,&lt;br /&gt;Everything in a rustic play;&lt;br /&gt;What must go must be again,&lt;br /&gt;Or each creation is in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with the roads gone,&lt;br /&gt;All the sights seeds paragon;&lt;br /&gt;Flowering in thoughts new,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's dawn fresh dew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-113077379555278741?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/113077379555278741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=113077379555278741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113077379555278741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/113077379555278741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-by-day-then-night.html' title='Day By Day Then Night'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-112879447534292484</id><published>2005-10-08T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:01:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Love Comes Clear in Sight</title><content type='html'>If love comes clear in sight,&lt;br /&gt;It is there for evermore;&lt;br /&gt;For stars that shine through night,&lt;br /&gt;Will bring love's ship ashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes love is like the flower,&lt;br /&gt;That gives its seed to earth;&lt;br /&gt;With its boundary and avower,&lt;br /&gt;When futures give its birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as autumn's coming,&lt;br /&gt;When love's secrets go away;&lt;br /&gt;And there is no more blooming,&lt;br /&gt;In new and unborn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are full of fears,&lt;br /&gt;And the feelings that go inside;&lt;br /&gt;Varieties of aromas atmospheres,&lt;br /&gt;That in the soul must hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love comes to you now,&lt;br /&gt;It is with a silently touch;&lt;br /&gt;And only goes where you allow,&lt;br /&gt;With feelings in all inasmuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes love can open the sky,&lt;br /&gt;With the blue colors beyond;&lt;br /&gt;And be there forever high,&lt;br /&gt;Though only in the heart be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-112879447534292484?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/112879447534292484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=112879447534292484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/112879447534292484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/112879447534292484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-love-comes-clear-in-sight.html' title='If Love Comes Clear in Sight'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-112878979022363262</id><published>2005-10-08T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:43:10.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me in Years to Come</title><content type='html'>Remember me in years to come&lt;br /&gt;If I will fate away,&lt;br /&gt;I was here for a moment some.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When things were still okay&lt;br /&gt;To have a friend to see,&lt;br /&gt;For everything is wastefully&lt;br /&gt;Wastefully.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What purpose has this life of ours,&lt;br /&gt;With all the various differences?&lt;br /&gt;The world each opportunity devours&lt;br /&gt;Before any truly acceptances.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It means a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;To have a friend to see,&lt;br /&gt;For everything is wastefully&lt;br /&gt;Wastefully.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Each feeling 's for a while&lt;br /&gt;That turns out wrong or right,&lt;br /&gt;Some astray or beguile&lt;br /&gt;In its moments and height.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remember me in years to come&lt;br /&gt;If friendship has been found,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's so gruesome&lt;br /&gt;With nothing in the background.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It means a lot each day&lt;br /&gt;You made me uniquely,&lt;br /&gt;With all your sincerity&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It means a lot each way&lt;br /&gt;For life is such a disarray,&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to fair play&lt;br /&gt;Fair play.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remember me in years to come -&lt;br /&gt;Remember me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-112878979022363262?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/112878979022363262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=112878979022363262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/112878979022363262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/112878979022363262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2005/10/remember-me-in-years-to-come.html' title='Remember Me in Years to Come'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-112878910928447052</id><published>2005-10-08T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:31:49.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Where There's a Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Somewhere where there's a rainbow &lt;br /&gt;There are dreams that come true. &lt;br /&gt;Something in the afterglow &lt;br /&gt;Especially made for all that's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will give a love song&lt;br /&gt;For each day that goes by,&lt;br /&gt;Where our daydreams belong&lt;br /&gt;Behind a cloudy sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ending seasons there&lt;br /&gt;All is with the stars faraway,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can take you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Turn a night into to a day;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere perhaps again&lt;br /&gt;With new sweet melodies,&lt;br /&gt;We shall find the fairy lane&lt;br /&gt;And new fields of strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere where there's a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Where we can make a wish,&lt;br /&gt;Down on Yellow Brick row&lt;br /&gt;We can have all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere beyond&lt;br /&gt;A dream comes true,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere beyond &lt;br /&gt;For me and for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-112878910928447052?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/112878910928447052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=112878910928447052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/112878910928447052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/112878910928447052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2005/10/somewhere-where-theres-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere Where There&apos;s a Rainbow'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-111603971394879523</id><published>2005-05-13T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:01:53.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day After Day There is Sunset</title><content type='html'>Day after day there is sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful ashtrays of yellow dust;&lt;br /&gt;All what days of the days meet,&lt;br /&gt;Rays of the sunshine hours of lust.&lt;br /&gt;The eyes inside the evening,&lt;br /&gt;Before the day is all gone;&lt;br /&gt;Where lark and small birds sing,&lt;br /&gt;There in red layered setting sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark blue and half lonely,&lt;br /&gt;The hours that dark gives away;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of night dancing only,&lt;br /&gt;With tone of the wind that play.&lt;br /&gt;Rides of the moon in clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Water that glances in a glow;&lt;br /&gt;Streets empty without crowds,&lt;br /&gt;All is now in silent and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips of a dream now kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Wings of the darkish flowers;&lt;br /&gt;Brings to a thought night wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Before return of morn hours.&lt;br /&gt;How does a dim make doubts,&lt;br /&gt;Vividly morning coloured orange;&lt;br /&gt;Brushing away grey burn-outs,&lt;br /&gt;Giving the light again change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-111603971394879523?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/111603971394879523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=111603971394879523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/111603971394879523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/111603971394879523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-after-day-there-is-sunset.html' title='Day After Day There is Sunset'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110305753252088303</id><published>2004-12-14T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:52:12.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Away in The Lights</title><content type='html'>Dream away in the lights&lt;br /&gt;For hope is still there on,&lt;br /&gt;A thought may lose its flights&lt;br /&gt;But it's never ever gone;&lt;br /&gt;All is in the flying high wings&lt;br /&gt;That are going over or down,&lt;br /&gt;Each adhere to the enfoldings&lt;br /&gt;With the winds of crosstown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons get away are lost&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more of that to say,&lt;br /&gt;For we complete or exhaust&lt;br /&gt;Everything we communique;&lt;br /&gt;There are thoughts in confusion&lt;br /&gt;With some reliefs to ways out,&lt;br /&gt;Each in constant invalidation&lt;br /&gt;For to know what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream away don't be clear&lt;br /&gt;With something that's shifting,&lt;br /&gt;Going places in uncertain blare&lt;br /&gt;Like a cloud in the sky drifting;&lt;br /&gt;Going distance with a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Keep the wiev almost through,&lt;br /&gt;What you know's what you see&lt;br /&gt;From everything you'll preview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110305753252088303?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110305753252088303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110305753252088303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110305753252088303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110305753252088303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/dream-away-in-lights.html' title='Dream Away in The Lights'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110305976479086012</id><published>2004-12-14T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:29:24.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Always Wondered</title><content type='html'>I've always wondered&lt;br /&gt;About the winter's light,&lt;br /&gt;So much thoughts pondered&lt;br /&gt;Through the day and night;&lt;br /&gt;Come and go as feelings are&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I may see,&lt;br /&gt;There is a falling wishing star&lt;br /&gt;In at sight from top of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like winter lights flow away&lt;br /&gt;Mood are going on and on,&lt;br /&gt;Shortest is the winter's day&lt;br /&gt;All sky fires now almost gone;&lt;br /&gt;Best of dreaming coming in&lt;br /&gt;As the candles flickers through,&lt;br /&gt;Twilights mornings with a tin&lt;br /&gt;Colors dim in a darkish blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered&lt;br /&gt;What it was deep and why,&lt;br /&gt;Running risks and adventured&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful moon less sky;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is too far in motion&lt;br /&gt;That you can't see it moving,&lt;br /&gt;Every dream has its notion&lt;br /&gt;To earth's reality reproving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110305976479086012?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110305976479086012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110305976479086012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110305976479086012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110305976479086012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-always-wondered.html' title='I&apos;ve Always Wondered'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110302814148136908</id><published>2004-12-14T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T04:42:21.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in All Within</title><content type='html'>All in all within&lt;br /&gt;We speak and yet we spin,&lt;br /&gt;All our wonderings while&lt;br /&gt;Each word performed in style;&lt;br /&gt;And what it is not now&lt;br /&gt;It shall not make a dow,&lt;br /&gt;For things are what they are&lt;br /&gt;A perfect or a scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A start in moment fresh&lt;br /&gt;That becomes less and less,&lt;br /&gt;As years drive through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Each one of them will fain;&lt;br /&gt;Or echo quite differently&lt;br /&gt;Form what we thought it to be,&lt;br /&gt;A pain in it's own shell&lt;br /&gt;Or something we couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all within&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts and our sin,&lt;br /&gt;That makes us write more&lt;br /&gt;To bring our boat ashore;&lt;br /&gt;A step by step with time&lt;br /&gt;From what is within begrime,&lt;br /&gt;Where it becomes independent&lt;br /&gt;From each and every attendant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110302814148136908?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110302814148136908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110302814148136908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110302814148136908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110302814148136908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-in-all-within.html' title='All in All Within'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110285378466736072</id><published>2004-12-12T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T04:21:05.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a Spring</title><content type='html'>Love is a spring&lt;br /&gt;The real sweet thing,&lt;br /&gt;All is in the air&lt;br /&gt;With the clouds there; &lt;br /&gt;Of this we sing&lt;br /&gt;To our thoughts bring,&lt;br /&gt;From here and there&lt;br /&gt;We drift to everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a soul&lt;br /&gt;That can't be in control,&lt;br /&gt;With the equipment&lt;br /&gt;This world makes current;&lt;br /&gt;For we are a road&lt;br /&gt;We each carry load,&lt;br /&gt;Which starts from within,&lt;br /&gt;From where we have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a star&lt;br /&gt;In peace and in war,&lt;br /&gt;A light on the sky&lt;br /&gt;Until it shall die;&lt;br /&gt;Of this we sing&lt;br /&gt;To this we cling,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end comes&lt;br /&gt;Through time it hums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110285378466736072?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110285378466736072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110285378466736072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110285378466736072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110285378466736072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/love-is-spring.html' title='Love is a Spring'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110271616486734071</id><published>2004-12-10T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T14:02:44.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day is Still Dark Inside</title><content type='html'>The day is still dark inside&lt;br /&gt;Where shadows of past hide,&lt;br /&gt;A glowing here and there&lt;br /&gt;And with memories to share;&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With both ease and the pain,&lt;br /&gt;That give a cloud its shape&lt;br /&gt;And each their wondering agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all has threads of hope&lt;br /&gt;In rhythmic ways and scope,&lt;br /&gt;The days are still quite young&lt;br /&gt;In with its double-tongue;&lt;br /&gt;You can not escape a past&lt;br /&gt;That comes to you aghast,&lt;br /&gt;By showing ways once shone&lt;br /&gt;That in its weavings aren't gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some may never be&lt;br /&gt;The same there inside you see,&lt;br /&gt;The roots of the seeds trotten&lt;br /&gt;Are not from a heart forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;And only will cause some twinge&lt;br /&gt;From the old layers of tinge,&lt;br /&gt;These aren't with times anymore&lt;br /&gt;And no one knows what they are for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110271616486734071?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110271616486734071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110271616486734071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110271616486734071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110271616486734071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/day-is-still-dark-inside.html' title='The Day is Still Dark Inside'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110261558391708076</id><published>2004-12-09T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T10:06:23.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Ever Sing</title><content type='html'>Will you ever sing&lt;br /&gt;Like the bird in a tree,&lt;br /&gt;That the sunshine can bring&lt;br /&gt;Inside to me --;&lt;br /&gt;All is pleasurable now&lt;br /&gt;With much wondering ways,&lt;br /&gt;We will manage somehow&lt;br /&gt;To get it through these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is winter outside&lt;br /&gt;Often it is much fun,&lt;br /&gt;When the sully moods hide&lt;br /&gt;And the shadows are on run;&lt;br /&gt;Bring though again spring&lt;br /&gt;For I feel more pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is an inside feeling&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the truest treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have more&lt;br /&gt;Then I have with this all,&lt;br /&gt;I should have said thereinbefore&lt;br /&gt;Less is less and that is small;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Before this day is gone,&lt;br /&gt;It would be according to a line&lt;br /&gt;I recently have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110261558391708076?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110261558391708076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110261558391708076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110261558391708076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110261558391708076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/will-you-ever-sing.html' title='Will You Ever Sing'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110242696105910270</id><published>2004-12-07T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T05:42:41.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope You Like My Doing</title><content type='html'>I hope you like my doing&lt;br /&gt;And what I think is fate,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not only there arguing&lt;br /&gt;How things and times can't wait;&lt;br /&gt;For all is all in everything&lt;br /&gt;In almost anything you do,&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to hope and sing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more comes of new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though that's not its way&lt;br /&gt;How things work out at all,&lt;br /&gt;There maybe yet another day&lt;br /&gt;That you will get the call;&lt;br /&gt;Though probably not is more so&lt;br /&gt;And many have lost the same,&lt;br /&gt;Worthy ones mature and grow&lt;br /&gt;If that is then in their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you prosper the more&lt;br /&gt;For fate will then stand its wake,&lt;br /&gt;Both sophisticated and self assure&lt;br /&gt;In what you will learn and make;&lt;br /&gt;There is no learning at its way&lt;br /&gt;For it is an inborn made gift,&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what we both say&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't got that edgy up thrift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110242696105910270?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110242696105910270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110242696105910270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110242696105910270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110242696105910270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hope-you-like-my-doing.html' title='I Hope You Like My Doing'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110238258252109832</id><published>2004-12-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:23:02.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days and Days Go By</title><content type='html'>Days and days go by&lt;br /&gt;With the hour so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Dark and gray is the sky&lt;br /&gt;And daydreams cyclically;&lt;br /&gt;We have to give and try&lt;br /&gt;What it's worth in effort,&lt;br /&gt;Before we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Fore all is to be revert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a summer gone&lt;br /&gt;That shun for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Times and times are a bon&lt;br /&gt;Given or taken in life's aisle;&lt;br /&gt;What does that then say&lt;br /&gt;In meanings or otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just words in play&lt;br /&gt;With an end fully surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years and years to twist&lt;br /&gt;Before they run to end,&lt;br /&gt;Moments we have missed&lt;br /&gt;Jovial and sorrow in blend;&lt;br /&gt;The task is to have peace&lt;br /&gt;In each of your doing then,&lt;br /&gt;A dream one uniquely sees&lt;br /&gt;Or over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110238258252109832?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110238258252109832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110238258252109832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110238258252109832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110238258252109832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/days-and-days-go-by.html' title='Days and Days Go By'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110237665456807284</id><published>2004-12-06T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:44:14.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Into The Future</title><content type='html'>Rocking into the future&lt;br /&gt;With many things aloof,&lt;br /&gt;Time is a true moocher&lt;br /&gt;Idleness is the real proof;&lt;br /&gt;Just like coming rain&lt;br /&gt;Everything is not fair,&lt;br /&gt;You will search in vain&lt;br /&gt;Fore you catch the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever it is staying&lt;br /&gt;Like a river it flows,&lt;br /&gt;With each mood playing&lt;br /&gt;As each moment goes;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity's the way of life&lt;br /&gt;Step by step likewise,&lt;br /&gt;Hours go as they arrive&lt;br /&gt;Stand still is a disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the breezing blows&lt;br /&gt;And rocking to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;The ares of motion rows&lt;br /&gt;Like the air in the aero-;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive to be introduced&lt;br /&gt;What becomes an exercise,&lt;br /&gt;When you are seduced&lt;br /&gt;With much too used advise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110237665456807284?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110237665456807284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110237665456807284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110237665456807284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110237665456807284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/rocking-into-future.html' title='Rocking Into The Future'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110236301606493803</id><published>2004-12-06T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:00:47.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Those Who Drift</title><content type='html'>To those who drift&lt;br /&gt;All the life is living full,&lt;br /&gt;And if a cloud shall lift&lt;br /&gt;There's no moment dull;&lt;br /&gt;You can allow it all&lt;br /&gt;To come or go your way,&lt;br /&gt;For you have made a call&lt;br /&gt;To give what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are free&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And eyes so true to be&lt;br /&gt;As blue is deep and height;&lt;br /&gt;You know your song well&lt;br /&gt;And all what it takes,&lt;br /&gt;No need to there foretell&lt;br /&gt;What are your next stakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who happy go&lt;br /&gt;To whatever state or mood,&lt;br /&gt;You shall just onward grow&lt;br /&gt;For that is your attitude;&lt;br /&gt;To be so much easy going&lt;br /&gt;And always come drifting,&lt;br /&gt;Your bearing is all glowing&lt;br /&gt;And spirit so uplifting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110236301606493803?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110236301606493803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110236301606493803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110236301606493803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110236301606493803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-those-who-drift.html' title='To Those Who Drift'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110236059275716590</id><published>2004-12-06T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:16:32.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Drifter By No Means</title><content type='html'>Not a drifter by no means&lt;br /&gt;Clean I'll come and go,&lt;br /&gt;Follow whatever convenes&lt;br /&gt;That onto my hours grow;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a place or purpose&lt;br /&gt;That gets stuck up for long,&lt;br /&gt;It comes just as it goes&lt;br /&gt;Like a refrain in a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drift like clouds into dawn&lt;br /&gt;Be there with the light first,&lt;br /&gt;White winged feathered swan&lt;br /&gt;That brightly minutes thirst;&lt;br /&gt;The coming of the hour&lt;br /&gt;That has no others before,&lt;br /&gt;To be there in all its dower&lt;br /&gt;And open up others door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a drifter but a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;That gives away a thought,&lt;br /&gt;A long way cloudlet steamer&lt;br /&gt;Like deep hidden oceanaut;&lt;br /&gt;With its waves and billows&lt;br /&gt;That come and drift to shore,&lt;br /&gt;What else who then knows&lt;br /&gt;For there is so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110236059275716590?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110236059275716590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110236059275716590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110236059275716590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110236059275716590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-drifter-by-no-means.html' title='Not a Drifter By No Means'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110235882770917389</id><published>2004-12-06T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T10:47:07.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inventing Other Ways</title><content type='html'>Inventing other ways&lt;br /&gt;The night is not a flame,&lt;br /&gt;The longing for the days&lt;br /&gt;Shall remain in the same;&lt;br /&gt;And all the heart fell&lt;br /&gt;Complicated and true,&lt;br /&gt;It's hanging on a spell&lt;br /&gt;And what is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreams that not are&lt;br /&gt;To reach or build up,&lt;br /&gt;For they are wide too far&lt;br /&gt;And hard to develop;&lt;br /&gt;With starry glistening on&lt;br /&gt;And all that is not real,&lt;br /&gt;Through rays and dark aeon&lt;br /&gt;You can not hold just feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventing from the rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Is like holding to gold,&lt;br /&gt;That for a breath it glows&lt;br /&gt;Though harder it's to hold;&lt;br /&gt;Like it is with tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;That may not come to be,&lt;br /&gt;For we with fancy borrow&lt;br /&gt;What we might hope to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110235882770917389?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110235882770917389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110235882770917389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110235882770917389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110235882770917389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/inventing-other-ways.html' title='Inventing Other Ways'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110235583047762037</id><published>2004-12-06T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T09:57:10.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Give Away To Dreams</title><content type='html'>Now give away to dreams&lt;br /&gt;That never came to you,&lt;br /&gt;For reality there seems&lt;br /&gt;To be so quite untrue;&lt;br /&gt;As the day becomes night&lt;br /&gt;And the night darker still,&lt;br /&gt;The shadows grow in flight&lt;br /&gt;And minutes and hours fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now give away your thought&lt;br /&gt;You have nothing to gain,&lt;br /&gt;For all has been sought&lt;br /&gt;And it was all in vain;&lt;br /&gt;You have a spirit only&lt;br /&gt;And all else is forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;This walk is quiet lonely&lt;br /&gt;With the road flowers rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now give away and sleep&lt;br /&gt;For future it shall come,&lt;br /&gt;And what of value keep&lt;br /&gt;The struggle and its bloom;&lt;br /&gt;Who will then know it's way&lt;br /&gt;If you have never found,&lt;br /&gt;Its morning and new day&lt;br /&gt;To make and be astound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110235583047762037?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110235583047762037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110235583047762037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110235583047762037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110235583047762037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/now-give-away-to-dreams.html' title='Now Give Away To Dreams'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110235574444162987</id><published>2004-12-06T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T09:55:44.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Days Ahead</title><content type='html'>To the days ahead,&lt;br /&gt;I will follow renewed&lt;br /&gt;Shades have now bled&lt;br /&gt;And branches lie nude;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Inside here are growing,&lt;br /&gt;With different ecstasies&lt;br /&gt;And other ways showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night in sully mood&lt;br /&gt;And wondering ways,&lt;br /&gt;Showing, be ballyhooed&lt;br /&gt;In different grayer days;&lt;br /&gt;Now inside comes out&lt;br /&gt;And fills the senses too,&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts far about&lt;br /&gt;Something from the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast between the past&lt;br /&gt;And this now that goes on,&lt;br /&gt;The right ahead in cast&lt;br /&gt;What is then again gone!&lt;br /&gt;All that drifts to ahead&lt;br /&gt;With futures of its own,&lt;br /&gt;The aforementioned said:&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing from enthrone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110235574444162987?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110235574444162987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110235574444162987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110235574444162987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110235574444162987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-days-ahead.html' title='To The Days Ahead'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110228266011405605</id><published>2004-12-05T13:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T13:37:40.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs for Another Day</title><content type='html'>These are songs for another day&lt;br /&gt;When moments are more quiet,&lt;br /&gt;When the harp of things don't play&lt;br /&gt;In a back street unknown riot;&lt;br /&gt;Easy thoughts are nowhere still&lt;br /&gt;Making clouds just drifting by,&lt;br /&gt;Every promises must fulfill&lt;br /&gt;What's back classed in black sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are ways for you and me&lt;br /&gt;With our dreams in every breath,&lt;br /&gt;Something what is set to see&lt;br /&gt;Every leaf of earth's brown beth;&lt;br /&gt;Easy coming is too easy for all&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to make persuasion,&lt;br /&gt;Or go draining with the downfall&lt;br /&gt;All has its surface of abrasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are songs to play around&lt;br /&gt;While the tides are drifting by,&lt;br /&gt;Something from deep now aground&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy feathers on flight to the sky;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons and fancy variations&lt;br /&gt;What is in for a moment or two,&lt;br /&gt;Probable conclusion abductions&lt;br /&gt;Anything decisively from hitherto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110228266011405605?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110228266011405605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110228266011405605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110228266011405605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110228266011405605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/songs-for-another-day_05.html' title='Songs for Another Day'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9477594.post-110228127215549059</id><published>2004-12-05T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T13:16:53.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/1024/Occasional%20Song%20Poems%20Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/90/2366/400/Occasional%20Song%20Poems%20Small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasional Song Poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are poems I do occasionally, without any music yet, and I'd like to call song poems, or perhaps even mood poems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9477594-110228127215549059?l=occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/110228127215549059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9477594&amp;postID=110228127215549059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110228127215549059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9477594/posts/default/110228127215549059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occasional-song-poems.blogspot.com/2004/12/occasional-song-poems-these-are-poems.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter S. 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