<?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-8823718546051990752</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:40:25.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Come Come</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823718546051990752.post-4976296223163949585</id><published>2009-02-05T19:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:42:34.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth of Fertile Blossom</title><content type='html'>Everybody needs to be true&lt;br /&gt;I am counting on you&lt;br /&gt;To give and not die&lt;br /&gt;The hope that's within and high&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to freedom breeze&lt;br /&gt;The growth of its trees&lt;br /&gt;That comes from the seed&lt;br /&gt;Of give of love and need&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you teach&lt;br /&gt;Is coming and being for reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high winds of freedom&lt;br /&gt;The earth of fertile blossom&lt;br /&gt;So much to give and wake&lt;br /&gt;In every upcoming take&lt;br /&gt;Those flowers that now are born&lt;br /&gt;From splitting of outside torn&lt;br /&gt;And making of prosperous day&lt;br /&gt;Each of their coming play&lt;br /&gt;The tidings of summer heat&lt;br /&gt;In going of flowering street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I of darling close&lt;br /&gt;Like petals of an opening rose&lt;br /&gt;In gardens of coloring shine&lt;br /&gt;Each bed from a line to line&lt;br /&gt;With grass and greenery leaves&lt;br /&gt;In moments of going weaves&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful in the bright&lt;br /&gt;On a day to an evening flight&lt;br /&gt;When reddish blushes to dark&lt;br /&gt;In glow of sky yellow spark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-4976296223163949585?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/4976296223163949585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=4976296223163949585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4976296223163949585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4976296223163949585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/02/earth-of-fertile-blossom.html' title='The Earth of Fertile Blossom'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-4324085391053296541</id><published>2009-02-05T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:41:48.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near You Always</title><content type='html'>Near you always&lt;br /&gt;I am the untold&lt;br /&gt;Interweaving that plays&lt;br /&gt;And no time can hold&lt;br /&gt;Drops to drops of clouds&lt;br /&gt;In the sky deep&lt;br /&gt;Among the going crowds&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hold or keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near your drifting now&lt;br /&gt;Through those times going&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishing somehow&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's showing&lt;br /&gt;The wrinkles of your face&lt;br /&gt;Each their trial caring&lt;br /&gt;Moments of going days&lt;br /&gt;What they together are sharing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love song of evening years&lt;br /&gt;Where every lost is from&lt;br /&gt;Flowing on clearing tears&lt;br /&gt;Those that sometimes come&lt;br /&gt;Near you always and eyes&lt;br /&gt;Making instances take awhile&lt;br /&gt;Every true effort and tries&lt;br /&gt;Some of your wishes beguile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-4324085391053296541?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/4324085391053296541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=4324085391053296541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4324085391053296541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4324085391053296541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/02/near-you-always.html' title='Near You Always'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-8998368348466165013</id><published>2009-02-05T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:41:10.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterdays Are Going By</title><content type='html'>Yesterdays are going by&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in clouds of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Open space and blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Not everything what it seem&lt;br /&gt;Rising flows and falling&lt;br /&gt;Like swift breeze on its go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere from past calling&lt;br /&gt;With memories and glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today dreams are not to be&lt;br /&gt;Only for a short while here&lt;br /&gt;What we feel and what we see&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it will be somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Calling to out and going on&lt;br /&gt;Such as life in its billow rise&lt;br /&gt;Everything to oblivion gone&lt;br /&gt;Not be tied to grounding ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowing on like the evening&lt;br /&gt;Everything from realty way&lt;br /&gt;What shall the unborn bring?&lt;br /&gt;Into the first instinctive of ray&lt;br /&gt;Where global wheels turns fast&lt;br /&gt;On to the ancient history hour&lt;br /&gt;Bringing some of intact to vast&lt;br /&gt;Seeds of each newborn flower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-8998368348466165013?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/8998368348466165013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=8998368348466165013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/8998368348466165013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/8998368348466165013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterdays-are-going-by.html' title='Yesterdays Are Going 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-8823718546051990752.post-898921875230421282</id><published>2009-02-05T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:56:57.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Always Someone (in Love)</title><content type='html'>There is always someone in love&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around the globe&lt;br /&gt;Feelings as light as clouds above&lt;br /&gt;Craving to enjoy with and hope&lt;br /&gt;Admissions of living its desire&lt;br /&gt;Everything in dreams and a goal&lt;br /&gt;Quench a heart and starting a fire&lt;br /&gt;When finding a feeling and its role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are much of ambitions lost&lt;br /&gt;And going to no one’s heart&lt;br /&gt;Only a small acclaim or a defrost&lt;br /&gt;That nowhere today could start&lt;br /&gt;Believe me - you can feel its flame&lt;br /&gt;They are inside of every reach&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes their goals are the same&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully someday they’ll teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much going on from this all&lt;br /&gt;Giving its love every new set&lt;br /&gt;In reaching to create and then fall&lt;br /&gt;If these passions are in neglect&lt;br /&gt;We have so much to give that's true&lt;br /&gt;Never the same in its height&lt;br /&gt;Still dreams are dreams within you&lt;br /&gt;Giving the way for what’s right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-898921875230421282?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/898921875230421282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=898921875230421282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/898921875230421282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/898921875230421282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-is-always-someone-in-love.html' title='There Is Always Someone (in Love)'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-5367339337474107249</id><published>2009-02-05T16:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:56:07.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Cold Be Outside</title><content type='html'>Let the cold be outside&lt;br /&gt;From the north western wind&lt;br /&gt;Every frosty to hide&lt;br /&gt;From our feelings chagrined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep of snowy footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Making us all reaching low&lt;br /&gt;From some moody intercepts&lt;br /&gt;That in dark will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the cold not come in&lt;br /&gt;Finding us by the fire&lt;br /&gt;Taking flicker quench spin&lt;br /&gt;At our flames of aspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making cold numb our feel&lt;br /&gt;And catching influenza too&lt;br /&gt;With its frost glaring heel&lt;br /&gt;Coming as draft through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay here by the giving heat&lt;br /&gt;When the breezing goes by&lt;br /&gt;And we frost and sullen meet&lt;br /&gt;In the squall from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it snowed allot&lt;br /&gt;Made the streets hard across&lt;br /&gt;Ghost of winter with its plot&lt;br /&gt;Showing power of chaos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-5367339337474107249?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/5367339337474107249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=5367339337474107249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/5367339337474107249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/5367339337474107249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-cold-be-outside.html' title='Let the Cold Be Outside'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-2674420230643257249</id><published>2009-02-05T16:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:54:48.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>Believe in me to imagine&lt;br /&gt;A day is of love's peace&lt;br /&gt;Through prosper activation&lt;br /&gt;That those moments lease&lt;br /&gt;For love's all in the inside&lt;br /&gt;To for a short time glide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong everyone&lt;br /&gt;With their trying all out&lt;br /&gt;What is and what's gone&lt;br /&gt;Through pass ways of doubt&lt;br /&gt;Night can be skeptical light&lt;br /&gt;In its outer surface flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think my heart's broken&lt;br /&gt;In its times to give and make&lt;br /&gt;Every love is just a token&lt;br /&gt;Of its fire to burn and awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about each path&lt;br /&gt;As you move on forward&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes much inside wrath&lt;br /&gt;From thoughts once angered&lt;br /&gt;For love's all in the inside&lt;br /&gt;Coming out from its hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think my heart's broken&lt;br /&gt;In its times to give and make&lt;br /&gt;Every love is just a token&lt;br /&gt;Of its fire to burn and awake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-2674420230643257249?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/2674420230643257249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=2674420230643257249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2674420230643257249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2674420230643257249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken.html' title='Broken'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-3497456862055621911</id><published>2009-02-05T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:54:02.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Frosty Song</title><content type='html'>A frosty song&lt;br /&gt;In every walking way&lt;br /&gt;Now I will long&lt;br /&gt;For a new summer day&lt;br /&gt;Every cold outside&lt;br /&gt;Within flickering shadows&lt;br /&gt;On the moments glide&lt;br /&gt;Into moonlight glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faraway in the past&lt;br /&gt;Autumn’s golden leaves&lt;br /&gt;Under snowy aghast&lt;br /&gt;Of cold outback perceives&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to see clearly&lt;br /&gt;When winter goes on&lt;br /&gt;In its gloomy austerely&lt;br /&gt;And avalanche electron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frosty thought&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the past near&lt;br /&gt;That once was sought&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes clear&lt;br /&gt;Please come home spring&lt;br /&gt;With your freshly new&lt;br /&gt;So I'll begin to sing&lt;br /&gt;Of all your coloring hue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-3497456862055621911?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/3497456862055621911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=3497456862055621911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3497456862055621911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3497456862055621911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/02/frosty-song.html' title='A Frosty Song'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-3399279265685588422</id><published>2009-02-05T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:53:22.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Dream</title><content type='html'>Every dream must come true&lt;br /&gt;In the reaching to understand&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is here really new&lt;br /&gt;To thoughts of ways and strand&lt;br /&gt;Thousand leaves have rust&lt;br /&gt;In the parting seasons glowing&lt;br /&gt;Returned to the earthy dust&lt;br /&gt;With every dividing on flowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every reality is like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;In timeless songs clinging&lt;br /&gt;Within moments of their doubt&lt;br /&gt;When reverie’s back swinging&lt;br /&gt;You can begin to play memories&lt;br /&gt;From your thoughts on a hold&lt;br /&gt;Like music you hear in a breeze&lt;br /&gt;In the icy of winter's cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream is wonderland alone&lt;br /&gt;When hopelessly we are lost&lt;br /&gt;Each luminous gives a new tone&lt;br /&gt;When we wander in times crossed&lt;br /&gt;In the misty of diffuse and dark&lt;br /&gt;With instances full of old holding&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts come in like spark&lt;br /&gt;When gone dreams are unfolding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-3399279265685588422?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/3399279265685588422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=3399279265685588422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3399279265685588422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3399279265685588422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-dream.html' title='Every Dream'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-2856455768515510881</id><published>2009-02-05T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:52:32.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamers Come Here</title><content type='html'>Dreamers come here to me&lt;br /&gt;Love time that goes beyond&lt;br /&gt;Something for each eternity&lt;br /&gt;Inside those seasons found&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like never before&lt;br /&gt;Going from here to there&lt;br /&gt;Existing in its advance core&lt;br /&gt;Drifting round space and air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we found further on&lt;br /&gt;On each occasions liking&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts together drawn&lt;br /&gt;Easy going and striking&lt;br /&gt;And never is meant for unjust&lt;br /&gt;Only for love in a heart&lt;br /&gt;Through every going thrust&lt;br /&gt;To each cleaving part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers to fill their hope&lt;br /&gt;Through every walk in life &lt;br /&gt;Precious of occurrence grope&lt;br /&gt;To reach about in the rife&lt;br /&gt;So much in doing and giving&lt;br /&gt;Which they have learned&lt;br /&gt;That goes here on in living&lt;br /&gt;When tides have turned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-2856455768515510881?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/2856455768515510881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=2856455768515510881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2856455768515510881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2856455768515510881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreamers-come-here.html' title='Dreamers Come Here'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-435832840485141603</id><published>2009-01-21T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:02:27.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>I am this love song&lt;br /&gt;that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river of love,&lt;br /&gt;in its space&lt;br /&gt;of summer and winter evening,&lt;br /&gt;that slowly comes in my window,&lt;br /&gt;in glowing,&lt;br /&gt;like desire,&lt;br /&gt;every dream to hold on;&lt;br /&gt;with its giving away mystic&lt;br /&gt;that carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;near the timeless space ahead&lt;br /&gt;when I think about you,&lt;br /&gt;in the endless light&lt;br /&gt;that comes and goes,&lt;br /&gt;into the water of times endless space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth in its distance&lt;br /&gt;that gives every love to go on,&lt;br /&gt;we both know by the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thought&lt;br /&gt;is to know&lt;br /&gt;and to search for again,&lt;br /&gt;with the leaves of time that are falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every question asked, &lt;br /&gt;shall be going&lt;br /&gt;into reverie of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;with their darkish moods &lt;br /&gt;glowing on&lt;br /&gt;filling every footstep &lt;br /&gt;of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;where we are &lt;br /&gt;in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;to decide every shore&lt;br /&gt;and its waves to and fro&lt;br /&gt;to every daybreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;every going,&lt;br /&gt;is like coming,&lt;br /&gt;in my heart that belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;with its feel that I know shall be there,&lt;br /&gt;like the sweetness and aroma of you&lt;br /&gt;and nothing can take away,&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams, yes my dreams, &lt;br /&gt;that are recurring every day&lt;br /&gt;so not to be forgotten about you,&lt;br /&gt;you my adored, I think of every day,&lt;br /&gt;when you are in the distance &lt;br /&gt;of my reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-435832840485141603?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/435832840485141603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=435832840485141603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/435832840485141603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/435832840485141603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember.html' title='Remember'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-304725306995668596</id><published>2009-01-21T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:00:22.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Dream – Sonnet</title><content type='html'>Beautiful dreams within the forest song&lt;br /&gt;Timeless space of leaves on winter's day&lt;br /&gt;Breezing the white silvery threads away&lt;br /&gt;With each its pondering fancy dream long&lt;br /&gt;The hours in the morning in stillness prong&lt;br /&gt;Full of hope to the moments there astray&lt;br /&gt;In their wandering drift of wintry cold play&lt;br /&gt;That comes with the breezy blow so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every hour of gleaming light glowing&lt;br /&gt;Through the haze of the darkish winter hours&lt;br /&gt;On the river the glisten light is flowing&lt;br /&gt;Like twinkling starry dreams of night flowers&lt;br /&gt;Each silence is echoed with its dripping flow&lt;br /&gt;Into times beat and its rhythmical go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-304725306995668596?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/304725306995668596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=304725306995668596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/304725306995668596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/304725306995668596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-dream-sonnet.html' title='Winter Dream – Sonnet'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-4434187798124629291</id><published>2009-01-21T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:34:26.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Words – Sonnet</title><content type='html'>So many words are like the music playing&lt;br /&gt;Finding their combinations of given thought&lt;br /&gt;With every phrasing and each their saying&lt;br /&gt;That in its timelessness together brought&lt;br /&gt;Playfully going on and then truly speaking&lt;br /&gt;Long after we are from this earth all gone&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge to gain and intellectual seeking&lt;br /&gt;With all the words from page to page thereon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs you hear in their beheld prolongs&lt;br /&gt;Twisting its matter in ecstatic hue&lt;br /&gt;Within so many poems and so many songs&lt;br /&gt;Musical lighten for occasions true&lt;br /&gt;I in my singing shall deliver my own&lt;br /&gt;That inspirations have delivered and flown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-4434187798124629291?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/4434187798124629291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=4434187798124629291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4434187798124629291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4434187798124629291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-many-words-sonnet.html' title='So Many Words – Sonnet'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-3915957794166299020</id><published>2009-01-21T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:02:07.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Has Come</title><content type='html'>Time has come to be of now&lt;br /&gt;In the trials of winter's end&lt;br /&gt;The torrent sun of time's vow&lt;br /&gt;Houses of tomorrows commend&lt;br /&gt;The breakneck of sea dees&lt;br /&gt;That tangled the fruit of dawn&lt;br /&gt;The quill of each wandering wave&lt;br /&gt;It’s dancing hoof and gown&lt;br /&gt;In sands earth of blossoms gravities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes all across&lt;br /&gt;The gulls and sails from sea&lt;br /&gt;To grow back what was in its loss&lt;br /&gt;To become the clouds of free&lt;br /&gt;The sunset nets will raise granaries&lt;br /&gt;And bring the geese and dow&lt;br /&gt;There once again the billows rave&lt;br /&gt;And green shall be summer’s bough&lt;br /&gt;Yes once again in the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eternal waters come and give&lt;br /&gt;From delivering that dwelt&lt;br /&gt;So here again the breeze shall live&lt;br /&gt;That for so long wasn't felt&lt;br /&gt;Like dry swaying straws in breeze&lt;br /&gt;To new flames of turning powers&lt;br /&gt;Those paces that poorly behave&lt;br /&gt;Shall become leaves of tinting flowers&lt;br /&gt;And we again be rooted as trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-3915957794166299020?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/3915957794166299020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=3915957794166299020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3915957794166299020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3915957794166299020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-has-come.html' title='Time Has 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-8823718546051990752.post-7600820627065151160</id><published>2009-01-21T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:59:16.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Take My Heart</title><content type='html'>Just take my heart&lt;br /&gt;And carry it along&lt;br /&gt;Where the easy beat’ll start&lt;br /&gt;There is my song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on and turning&lt;br /&gt;Finding ways in the dark&lt;br /&gt;With its love yearning&lt;br /&gt;And melodies that spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take those tones&lt;br /&gt;And bring them home&lt;br /&gt;Those passion's bloodstones&lt;br /&gt;Flowing in their chromosome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And carry themes of love&lt;br /&gt;In an never ending turn&lt;br /&gt;A drift through the octave&lt;br /&gt;In every its new adjourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen with your ears&lt;br /&gt;For time is sweetness on&lt;br /&gt;Whatever on staves appears&lt;br /&gt;Is there not to be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your guitar and play&lt;br /&gt;Some my offering flights&lt;br /&gt;Make them come from hideaway&lt;br /&gt;In those clear crystallites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-7600820627065151160?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/7600820627065151160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=7600820627065151160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7600820627065151160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7600820627065151160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-take-my-heart.html' title='Just Take My Heart'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-6796187325560049033</id><published>2009-01-21T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:50:00.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time for Seeing</title><content type='html'>There is a time for our seeing&lt;br /&gt;In our worthwhile to remember&lt;br /&gt;Every inside of our being&lt;br /&gt;Like those footsteps in red-ember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly not for everyone&lt;br /&gt;Are the times to become real?&lt;br /&gt;Letting our bygones be bygone&lt;br /&gt;In the ways we lose and feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging times to do and say&lt;br /&gt;What is turning here out to be?&lt;br /&gt;In its clutched on to and play&lt;br /&gt;For everything that we can't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the ground and be dead&lt;br /&gt;Is the way to go here around?&lt;br /&gt;Someone else lies there instead&lt;br /&gt;Giving of his own state and mound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rifles to get fired&lt;br /&gt;When the banks have their carnival&lt;br /&gt;And the poor ones aren't desired&lt;br /&gt;They´ll take their stand and fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me though know if still's hope&lt;br /&gt;To come our way and give aloft&lt;br /&gt;And can we hold on to that robe&lt;br /&gt;Though it might be from love soft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-6796187325560049033?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/6796187325560049033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=6796187325560049033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6796187325560049033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6796187325560049033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-for-seeing.html' title='A Time for Seeing'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-7597481334982189356</id><published>2009-01-21T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:48:55.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere</title><content type='html'>Somewhere to everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Love will exist&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me there&lt;br /&gt;From every twist&lt;br /&gt;Passion from every turn&lt;br /&gt;More than enough&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that inside burn&lt;br /&gt;Through ongoing fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to you here&lt;br /&gt;I'll give my try&lt;br /&gt;Become close and dear&lt;br /&gt;With every ay&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart now&lt;br /&gt;If you are true&lt;br /&gt;With everyone somehow&lt;br /&gt;Those times renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to be awake&lt;br /&gt;Inside new trust&lt;br /&gt;Mementos in silence break&lt;br /&gt;If they get lost&lt;br /&gt;Love is like this for both&lt;br /&gt;None for granted taken&lt;br /&gt;Measuring its full growth&lt;br /&gt;When it's been awaken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-7597481334982189356?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/7597481334982189356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=7597481334982189356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7597481334982189356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7597481334982189356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/somewhere.html' title='Somewhere'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-8276136409535213568</id><published>2009-01-21T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:47:38.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting</title><content type='html'>I am so much in hurting&lt;br /&gt;As my feelings now go&lt;br /&gt;Times are in shadows flirting&lt;br /&gt;Coming in sadness slow&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the thinking&lt;br /&gt;What was going on?&lt;br /&gt;Just the outside mar blinking&lt;br /&gt;Before much if it was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ve become almost lost&lt;br /&gt;In this game of believe&lt;br /&gt;And my heart double-crossed&lt;br /&gt;In its way and grieve&lt;br /&gt;There is no war to be won&lt;br /&gt;Only suffering stray&lt;br /&gt;That keeps pondering on&lt;br /&gt;In their timeless and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all be tried&lt;br /&gt;In what we have become&lt;br /&gt;And what inside has died&lt;br /&gt;From firing thoughts from&lt;br /&gt;There are diseases unlocked&lt;br /&gt;On the road to burnish wears&lt;br /&gt;Only now to be shocked&lt;br /&gt;In our own unsecure tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-8276136409535213568?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/8276136409535213568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=8276136409535213568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/8276136409535213568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/8276136409535213568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/hurting.html' title='Hurting'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-6239665900415817379</id><published>2009-01-21T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:41:46.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Come True</title><content type='html'>Make it come true&lt;br /&gt;What you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Anything can be&lt;br /&gt;If it becomes free&lt;br /&gt;We just need a light&lt;br /&gt;To make it right&lt;br /&gt;In our way and play&lt;br /&gt;That we need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the seeds grow&lt;br /&gt;So they learn to know&lt;br /&gt;What is right and wrong?&lt;br /&gt;In their times and song&lt;br /&gt;There are feelings real&lt;br /&gt;In each touch and feel&lt;br /&gt;Give your smiling face&lt;br /&gt;Many times and days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it come: Love&lt;br /&gt;To clear clouds above&lt;br /&gt;We can build up&lt;br /&gt;Make all sufferings stop&lt;br /&gt;If our heart is clear&lt;br /&gt;And our passion near&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will get astray&lt;br /&gt;That brings peace its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and All together now ... 1 2 3 ... (like The Beatles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-6239665900415817379?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/6239665900415817379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=6239665900415817379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6239665900415817379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6239665900415817379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/make-it-come-true.html' title='Make It Come True'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-3939540721812595708</id><published>2009-01-21T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:40:38.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth’s Heart - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>Earth’s heart is a river of faithful dye&lt;br /&gt;That caries me long way through the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Like curving of goings in the northern sky&lt;br /&gt;That in summertime all shines and glows&lt;br /&gt;Radiance tomorrow in the daybreak's rising&lt;br /&gt;Of glow time's blossoming from the dark grays&lt;br /&gt;When festive red-yellow eyes are surprising&lt;br /&gt;With each its intricate and coloring lays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day comes so easily from starry night&lt;br /&gt;With silvery glow of its burning flow&lt;br /&gt;That the graying twinkling shall all become bright&lt;br /&gt;Once again blue skies in perspective grow&lt;br /&gt;The stills of these times are beats in silence&lt;br /&gt;Through each hour time of life's verve existence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-3939540721812595708?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/3939540721812595708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=3939540721812595708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3939540721812595708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3939540721812595708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/earths-heart-sonnet.html' title='Earth’s Heart - Sonnet'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-7890597435060886803</id><published>2009-01-21T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:39:06.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Of Inside - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>It's so much of inside this everything&lt;br /&gt;That my heart is always wondering about&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts from that brief time thereon will sing&lt;br /&gt;With their drifting going by and without doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On such times I feel what I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Speak the momentarily truth that shall be&lt;br /&gt;I try to find my heart in approaching way&lt;br /&gt;Within those instances I learn to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my feelings are of joy and sadness too&lt;br /&gt;In their low and highs - as with everyone&lt;br /&gt;Some those ponderings shall always come through&lt;br /&gt;In their rightful climbs until their thrill is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel as I in those situations&lt;br /&gt;To bring about their many formations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-7890597435060886803?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/7890597435060886803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=7890597435060886803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7890597435060886803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7890597435060886803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/much-of-inside-sonnet.html' title='Much Of Inside - Sonnet'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-2867169311036089335</id><published>2009-01-21T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:37:40.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circling Around</title><content type='html'>Circling around the city&lt;br /&gt;Every day to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Up and down - the streets ditty&lt;br /&gt;Blowing whistles here and there!&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to and fro&lt;br /&gt;Something new on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Tripping high on the go&lt;br /&gt;Carrying life just on and on&lt;br /&gt;Dreams flowing through air&lt;br /&gt;Finding ways to give its taste&lt;br /&gt;With their trams in each fare&lt;br /&gt;As the instances are spaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for joy to give and make&lt;br /&gt;Each new street has a smile&lt;br /&gt;Uplifting or still to wake&lt;br /&gt;That could be a waiting while&lt;br /&gt;Here I come with my load&lt;br /&gt;Going to my lives about&lt;br /&gt;Ahead window’s an open road&lt;br /&gt;With its objects and doubt&lt;br /&gt;We are in the same street tram&lt;br /&gt;Wondering on and drifting&lt;br /&gt;Carried together in the jam&lt;br /&gt;At times it gets quite uplifting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-2867169311036089335?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/2867169311036089335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=2867169311036089335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2867169311036089335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2867169311036089335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/circling-around.html' title='Circling Around'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-2645390675805383234</id><published>2009-01-21T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:36:11.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Our Time – Sonnet</title><content type='html'>Each time is of summer or winters bright&lt;br /&gt;Of love and compassion so temperate&lt;br /&gt;New morning of feelings that comes with light&lt;br /&gt;That everything thereon must generate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life is to behold its bouquets vow&lt;br /&gt;And give of its meaning each day some more&lt;br /&gt;For the time that we have is only of now&lt;br /&gt;For nothing of this life is ever for yore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each summer shall pass into its fading way&lt;br /&gt;And give us autumn of memories dust&lt;br /&gt;For time that we behold shall never stay&lt;br /&gt;Therefore me must give and our heart trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We for these instances like buds of May&lt;br /&gt;In each our working of reverie and play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-2645390675805383234?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/2645390675805383234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=2645390675805383234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2645390675805383234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2645390675805383234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-our-time-sonnet.html' title='To Our Time – Sonnet'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-7410268273435782356</id><published>2009-01-21T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:34:38.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Answer</title><content type='html'>There is no answer&lt;br /&gt;To say or do to everybody&lt;br /&gt;And the hour is of create&lt;br /&gt;Therefore it won't wait&lt;br /&gt;There are times to be written&lt;br /&gt;In open books hidden&lt;br /&gt;And each for debate&lt;br /&gt;So be ready to steer&lt;br /&gt;Through the pile of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;And become very clear&lt;br /&gt;Of where everything seems&lt;br /&gt;Because the time is so right&lt;br /&gt;To make it hard and still resuming&lt;br /&gt;A dream on its flight&lt;br /&gt;With its seeds quite so blooming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try every vision and you will&lt;br /&gt;Climb the climb to the hill&lt;br /&gt;And each your song there fulfill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-7410268273435782356?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/7410268273435782356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=7410268273435782356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7410268273435782356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7410268273435782356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-no-answer.html' title='There Is No Answer'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-5768141677788521667</id><published>2009-01-21T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:33:43.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>River Fire - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>River of time is rippling flowing waves&lt;br /&gt;That will not come again or ever stop&lt;br /&gt;The inside of my soul that always craves&lt;br /&gt;And knows that everything goes down as up&lt;br /&gt;The turning point in mesmerizing thought&lt;br /&gt;Those fill the balance in each turning deep&lt;br /&gt;With many flows that the lives river taught&lt;br /&gt;And never you can handle or take to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ongoing water to the unknown sea&lt;br /&gt;Equilibrium flickering mirrors drifts&lt;br /&gt;Like blood veins that circle here around in me&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes my sense to high scale lifts&lt;br /&gt;Every on sinuous to times desire&lt;br /&gt;What we collate only with hurl of the fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-5768141677788521667?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/5768141677788521667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=5768141677788521667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/5768141677788521667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/5768141677788521667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/river-fire-sonnet.html' title='River Fire - Sonnet'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-5548282108568486992</id><published>2009-01-21T06:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:29:33.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Little Child</title><content type='html'>Hi little child with a wondering face&lt;br /&gt;You are still learning to be awake&lt;br /&gt;In each feeling that comes to amaze&lt;br /&gt;With new discoveries in every take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to give from every thought&lt;br /&gt;With something spectacular to do&lt;br /&gt;That experiment moments brought&lt;br /&gt;And you gave a meaning and glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are places sweet in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;From the profound forestry wood&lt;br /&gt;With something lost from paradise&lt;br /&gt;Some to recall from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy stories of the right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;Giving their time in timeless hours&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams that you in dreams long&lt;br /&gt;Like innocent break of day flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each new turn is an on finding way&lt;br /&gt;To the fancy where your heart is&lt;br /&gt;And you with the cherubs along play&lt;br /&gt;For your daybreak’s still in fresh bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-5548282108568486992?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/5548282108568486992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=5548282108568486992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/5548282108568486992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/5548282108568486992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-little-child.html' title='Hi Little Child'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-3155452776349293285</id><published>2009-01-21T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:28:17.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch the Wave</title><content type='html'>Catch the wave &lt;br /&gt;In a different picture&lt;br /&gt;Every time&lt;br /&gt;Oceans to carve&lt;br /&gt;Without a stricture&lt;br /&gt;In its slime&lt;br /&gt;Passing and going&lt;br /&gt;Tiding’s play&lt;br /&gt;Onward to purview&lt;br /&gt;To and fro flowing&lt;br /&gt;Never to stay&lt;br /&gt;Always renew&lt;br /&gt;What’s in the deep&lt;br /&gt;Cleared in a leap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-3155452776349293285?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/3155452776349293285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=3155452776349293285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3155452776349293285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3155452776349293285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/catch-wave.html' title='Catch the Wave'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-6630836480399023690</id><published>2009-01-21T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:26:58.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlock My Heart</title><content type='html'>Unlock my heart with your love&lt;br /&gt;Inside and out like a stone&lt;br /&gt;Drift with my ways like clouds above&lt;br /&gt;So I shall not touch the alone&lt;br /&gt;Beating ways shall feel so free&lt;br /&gt;In every desiring situation&lt;br /&gt;Feeling counter stepwise to be&lt;br /&gt;Every its turn in comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Living isn’t trouble-free completely&lt;br /&gt;Something must be done to be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-6630836480399023690?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/6630836480399023690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=6630836480399023690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6630836480399023690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6630836480399023690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/unlock-my-heart.html' title='Unlock My Heart'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-4645976747041433350</id><published>2009-01-21T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:26:09.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Other Side</title><content type='html'>There's some difference on the other side&lt;br /&gt;With so much flowing in growth fertility&lt;br /&gt;We must go there and for a moment abide&lt;br /&gt;Know if it shall take us somewhere to be&lt;br /&gt;Something of crystal clear sand for living&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that come and fall in grubby rivers&lt;br /&gt;Anything worth for a while in its giving&lt;br /&gt;But can't come of reality that delivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountains are high and the walls are rough&lt;br /&gt;The daily schedules done involving choice&lt;br /&gt;Apartheid is always a tryout of its bluff&lt;br /&gt;It immobilizes free will - in devoice&lt;br /&gt;Those hours are long in their forgotten stage&lt;br /&gt;But wisely be bright when freedom engage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-4645976747041433350?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/4645976747041433350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=4645976747041433350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4645976747041433350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4645976747041433350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-other-side.html' title='On The Other Side'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-3096817486112854526</id><published>2009-01-21T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:25:07.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Not Those … (sonnet)</title><content type='html'>Take every love song to blowing away&lt;br /&gt;In silences land of the heartfelt going&lt;br /&gt;And meet their hours with precious fresh born day&lt;br /&gt;Of eternal turning of lasting glowing&lt;br /&gt;Where times meet by day to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Every whisper remembrance that still is&lt;br /&gt;For departure is planned and always gone&lt;br /&gt;In the thresholds of livings in true bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget not those moments that are with us now&lt;br /&gt;In giving their splendor and true outlook&lt;br /&gt;There’s always some afterwards that somehow&lt;br /&gt;Shall carry it vision like an open book&lt;br /&gt;Be fair to each heart in moment's new try&lt;br /&gt;For hours of the future - they too say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-3096817486112854526?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/3096817486112854526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=3096817486112854526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3096817486112854526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3096817486112854526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/forget-not-those-sonnet.html' title='Forget Not Those … (sonnet)'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-8737233688210588577</id><published>2009-01-21T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:22:42.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Conquer</title><content type='html'>Let freedom &lt;br /&gt;Conquer our earth&lt;br /&gt;Let it be our &lt;br /&gt;Playful garden&lt;br /&gt;Give every trial &lt;br /&gt;Its own worth&lt;br /&gt;Let this only&lt;br /&gt;In peace be starten'&lt;br /&gt;Every our new minute &lt;br /&gt;Is to live&lt;br /&gt;Prosper onward &lt;br /&gt;And further grow&lt;br /&gt;We must fight &lt;br /&gt;For freedom's give&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow shall rise &lt;br /&gt;In its glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom &lt;br /&gt;Be our singing on&lt;br /&gt;Fill the air &lt;br /&gt;With its soft melodies&lt;br /&gt;Every kindness denial &lt;br /&gt;Be gone&lt;br /&gt;Over the green fields &lt;br /&gt;Swaying trees&lt;br /&gt;My hope is your hope &lt;br /&gt;All the way&lt;br /&gt;That to our load &lt;br /&gt;Has been given&lt;br /&gt;There comes a morning &lt;br /&gt;Of new day&lt;br /&gt;That through harmony &lt;br /&gt;Is all driven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your guardian &lt;br /&gt;As you're mine&lt;br /&gt;On to the many roads &lt;br /&gt;Here ahead&lt;br /&gt;Stop every teardrop &lt;br /&gt;Bring on sunshine&lt;br /&gt;To those &lt;br /&gt;That in sorrow bled&lt;br /&gt;Raise every freedom&lt;br /&gt;To its true glory&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings &lt;br /&gt;Must never be alone&lt;br /&gt;Let our futures &lt;br /&gt;End in a happy story&lt;br /&gt;Giving the mood &lt;br /&gt;And the right tone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-8737233688210588577?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/8737233688210588577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=8737233688210588577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/8737233688210588577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/8737233688210588577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-freedom-conquer.html' title='Let Freedom Conquer'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-9215139441193948821</id><published>2008-04-06T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T06:54:11.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Bring Me Melodies</title><content type='html'>Only bring me melodies&lt;br /&gt;To sing along and live&lt;br /&gt;Time’s past memories&lt;br /&gt;Forever to dream and give&lt;br /&gt;Sweet love flows easily&lt;br /&gt;Through moments awakening&lt;br /&gt;Like summer wind breezily&lt;br /&gt;Feelings again in making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy footsteps going&lt;br /&gt;Through the time distances&lt;br /&gt;Our breezing blowing&lt;br /&gt;Giving worthy chances&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always trying&lt;br /&gt;To find the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;Hours through here flying&lt;br /&gt;Till the day is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bring me lyrics&lt;br /&gt;That my heart can know&lt;br /&gt;For life are much of empirics&lt;br /&gt;In its time’s of to and fro&lt;br /&gt;Love songs that come to sing&lt;br /&gt;With a beautiful mind&lt;br /&gt;Distances together bring&lt;br /&gt;Leaving indifference behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bring me what I need&lt;br /&gt;For each coming trials&lt;br /&gt;True love is what has freed&lt;br /&gt;All the lost aching miles…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  http://stores.sibeliusmusic.com/sheetmusicpublishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-9215139441193948821?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/9215139441193948821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=9215139441193948821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/9215139441193948821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/9215139441193948821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-bring-me-melodies.html' title='Only Bring Me Melodies'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-2066541389348760186</id><published>2008-04-06T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T05:29:46.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pavarotti</title><content type='html'>With a singing voice he flied&lt;br /&gt;In his passion and commitment&lt;br /&gt;Every peaceful hope he tried&lt;br /&gt;With his heart in its fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;Song like love coming thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;Every time in deep reflections&lt;br /&gt;When art admirations is truly&lt;br /&gt;In every its made selections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylark voices to hours bring&lt;br /&gt;Filling every dream of state&lt;br /&gt;When a voice of golden did sing&lt;br /&gt;To give us love and never hate&lt;br /&gt;How each tone is in its unison?&lt;br /&gt;With the harmonies he has tried&lt;br /&gt;Bringing music to its on and on&lt;br /&gt;Till the last tone in air had died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O mio babbino caro,"&lt;br /&gt;Oh make each song become free&lt;br /&gt;Like breezes in trees go&lt;br /&gt;Forever through and lastingly&lt;br /&gt;For every ear that listens&lt;br /&gt;For beauty to come and live&lt;br /&gt;Through moments and glistens&lt;br /&gt;That tone of music can give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment in celebrating&lt;br /&gt;Victories in voice beat achieving&lt;br /&gt;Never to the world outdating&lt;br /&gt;Feelings and passions in relieving&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere his voice is still singing&lt;br /&gt;Giving care for each life loss&lt;br /&gt;A heart of love in voice bringing&lt;br /&gt;With hope for all to come across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O mio babbino caro,"&lt;br /&gt;Oh make each song become free&lt;br /&gt;Like breezes in trees go&lt;br /&gt;Forever through and lastingly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-2066541389348760186?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/2066541389348760186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=2066541389348760186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2066541389348760186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/2066541389348760186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/pavarotti.html' title='Pavarotti'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-4639161663920721812</id><published>2008-04-06T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T04:13:15.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Love Is What We Know</title><content type='html'>When moon and the night&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness life keeps&lt;br /&gt;When the stars are in flight&lt;br /&gt;Through space and its deeps&lt;br /&gt;We must remember this&lt;br /&gt;Each love is what we know&lt;br /&gt;Its feelings or its kiss&lt;br /&gt;That comes here or must go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every progress worth&lt;br /&gt;That gives each life as such&lt;br /&gt;On this day and the earth&lt;br /&gt;With every of its true touch&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are simple facts&lt;br /&gt;That causes each apprehension&lt;br /&gt;With so much in its tack&lt;br /&gt;And every hold of tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Each love is what we know&lt;br /&gt;In its times and every story&lt;br /&gt;The true feelings that we show&lt;br /&gt;Their moments and their glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always I'll say I love you&lt;br /&gt;With what in my heart sings&lt;br /&gt;In a hope and future for two&lt;br /&gt;And what that passion brings&lt;br /&gt;A love song never too late&lt;br /&gt;And always with love to apply&lt;br /&gt;That has no worthless hate&lt;br /&gt;Only the moon and blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each love is what we know&lt;br /&gt;In its times and every story&lt;br /&gt;The true feelings that we show&lt;br /&gt;Their moments and their glory&lt;br /&gt;Like every love coming through&lt;br /&gt;In hope without living trouble&lt;br /&gt;Something for everyone true&lt;br /&gt;Making our expectations double&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;Each love is what we know&lt;br /&gt;In its times and every story&lt;br /&gt;The true feelings that will flow&lt;br /&gt;In the moments and their glory&lt;br /&gt;Like every love coming through&lt;br /&gt;In hope without living trouble&lt;br /&gt;Something for everyone so true&lt;br /&gt;Making life expectations double&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-4639161663920721812?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/4639161663920721812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=4639161663920721812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4639161663920721812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4639161663920721812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/each-love-is-what-we-know.html' title='Each Love Is What We Know'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-6925882948654279264</id><published>2008-04-05T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T09:54:47.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the Stars</title><content type='html'>Beyond the stars&lt;br /&gt;Where love of love lies&lt;br /&gt;And wounded scars&lt;br /&gt;Are errors of tries&lt;br /&gt;And a day is showing&lt;br /&gt;The time and stills&lt;br /&gt;With every going&lt;br /&gt;That gives and fulfills&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The night that comes&lt;br /&gt;To bring you dark&lt;br /&gt;With its riffle blooms&lt;br /&gt;In gloomy spark&lt;br /&gt;Where there's elapse&lt;br /&gt;And glowing lost&lt;br /&gt;Tangles inside traps&lt;br /&gt;With numb and dossed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A silence in its still&lt;br /&gt;Wandering far sight&lt;br /&gt;Over the beyond hill&lt;br /&gt;With no wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Only dark garden roses&lt;br /&gt;Bouquet of your time&lt;br /&gt;And each reality closes&lt;br /&gt;In its day of prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-6925882948654279264?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/6925882948654279264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=6925882948654279264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6925882948654279264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6925882948654279264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/beyond-stars.html' title='Beyond the Stars'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-214192204953138717</id><published>2008-04-05T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T04:21:17.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Dream</title><content type='html'>Each feeling of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is here to come and go&lt;br /&gt;To give and then depart&lt;br /&gt;Like rays in first light glow&lt;br /&gt;And before it’s all done&lt;br /&gt;The feelings here inside&lt;br /&gt;The cool of a day is done&lt;br /&gt;And stars above will glide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream of my dream&lt;br /&gt;Is dark into the night&lt;br /&gt;Filled in dancing stream&lt;br /&gt;Through wondering flight&lt;br /&gt;And to the coming evening&lt;br /&gt;Sun opens shining wide&lt;br /&gt;To a love that will sing&lt;br /&gt;And through the hours guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While night is in its play&lt;br /&gt;With shadows corners high&lt;br /&gt;Flickering fires won’t stay&lt;br /&gt;Burning the darkish sky&lt;br /&gt;Like every hour is going&lt;br /&gt;With a love that has died&lt;br /&gt;Wind of the past’s blowing&lt;br /&gt;Where sparks once did hide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-214192204953138717?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/214192204953138717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=214192204953138717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/214192204953138717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/214192204953138717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-dream.html' title='This Dream'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-231661031410160384</id><published>2008-04-05T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T03:24:52.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Sweet Darkness</title><content type='html'>Every sweet darkness comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;Turning the tides again here around&lt;br /&gt;Softness and touches of summer new found&lt;br /&gt;Now as the wind to the freshly sight blows&lt;br /&gt;There are some questions inside each those glows&lt;br /&gt;Pleasing day delusions to its bluish found&lt;br /&gt;Sky with its notions in silently bound&lt;br /&gt;Filling the days in with greenery rows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and fulfill each momentary ways&lt;br /&gt;With fragrances in air and its delight&lt;br /&gt;When wind of summer dances with leaves &lt;br /&gt;And morning of twilight returns to days&lt;br /&gt;Tip toeing daybreak in coming hours of bright&lt;br /&gt;Has no time to give to winter weaves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-231661031410160384?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/231661031410160384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=231661031410160384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/231661031410160384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/231661031410160384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/every-sweet-darkness.html' title='Every Sweet Darkness'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-1425353361571658727</id><published>2008-04-04T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:02:01.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Oh Freedom</title><content type='html'>The brick &lt;br /&gt;Walls&lt;br /&gt;Have taken &lt;br /&gt;My balloon&lt;br /&gt;The air &lt;br /&gt;That freedom calls&lt;br /&gt;Is now &lt;br /&gt;Like bluish moon&lt;br /&gt;But love &lt;br /&gt;Shall blossom&lt;br /&gt;And give &lt;br /&gt;Each peace a try&lt;br /&gt;Where every freedom &lt;br /&gt;Is from&lt;br /&gt;A balloon &lt;br /&gt;In the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speak &lt;br /&gt;And give us freedom&lt;br /&gt;The flowers &lt;br /&gt;Of this earth&lt;br /&gt;Break those irons&lt;br /&gt;Of some&lt;br /&gt;That had them &lt;br /&gt;From their birth&lt;br /&gt;We need to rise &lt;br /&gt;To clouds&lt;br /&gt;And drift &lt;br /&gt;To a rainbow's glow&lt;br /&gt;Be free &lt;br /&gt;Among the crowds &lt;br /&gt;And feel &lt;br /&gt;That we shall grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt; Is like sky blue&lt;br /&gt;So clear &lt;br /&gt;And high above&lt;br /&gt;It was made for me &lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;To give &lt;br /&gt;And share in love&lt;br /&gt;Let never its hope &lt;br /&gt;Die&lt;br /&gt;But be to us &lt;br /&gt;Like summer sunshine&lt;br /&gt;In the beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Open sky&lt;br /&gt;That gives &lt;br /&gt;Its shining divine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-1425353361571658727?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/1425353361571658727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=1425353361571658727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/1425353361571658727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/1425353361571658727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/freedom-oh-freedom.html' title='Freedom Oh Freedom'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-4828414396809816655</id><published>2008-04-04T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:27:52.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is So Much in Love</title><content type='html'>My love is full of loving to give and take&lt;br /&gt;With roots in every heart that will accept&lt;br /&gt;For freedom is to come and wake if it slept&lt;br /&gt;And each feeling to give - a beat to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man’s love is here to entwine in its wake&lt;br /&gt;Filling with hope and all its concept&lt;br /&gt;Each other promises there inside kept&lt;br /&gt;For so much of its passion is at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flow in with anew summer love and hope&lt;br /&gt;Measure every footstep in its pathways&lt;br /&gt;So more can become clearly later on&lt;br /&gt;There is so much in love to give and cope&lt;br /&gt;With meeting in the times of future days&lt;br /&gt;If one just brings love before it's far-gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-4828414396809816655?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/4828414396809816655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=4828414396809816655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4828414396809816655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4828414396809816655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-is-so-much-in-love.html' title='There Is So Much in Love'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-1649715300277689909</id><published>2008-04-04T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:27:18.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Going</title><content type='html'>Everything is going&lt;br /&gt;Filling that stands still&lt;br /&gt;Losing to old glowing&lt;br /&gt;Never to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Line to a line drawing &lt;br /&gt;Empty in every take&lt;br /&gt;Through present pawing&lt;br /&gt;With its future quake&lt;br /&gt;Down into old exhaust &lt;br /&gt;Imagination wending&lt;br /&gt;Some get tossed and lost&lt;br /&gt;In their transcending&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly still to come&lt;br /&gt;View of ages that wait&lt;br /&gt;Where every root is from&lt;br /&gt;Growing new mandate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-1649715300277689909?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/1649715300277689909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=1649715300277689909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/1649715300277689909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/1649715300277689909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/everything-is-going.html' title='Everything is Going'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-4759292996308947979</id><published>2008-04-04T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:25:21.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise to the Beat</title><content type='html'>Bring every hope to me&lt;br /&gt;To enlighten each start&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is always so free&lt;br /&gt;With every hidden impart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise to the beat of a wave&lt;br /&gt;Where every road leads to&lt;br /&gt;Feelings you once did crave&lt;br /&gt;Might then become true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like water misty rain&lt;br /&gt;From the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the roads stain&lt;br /&gt;When it is very afoul of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For gardens to have around&lt;br /&gt;Its colors to fade and dye&lt;br /&gt;And anything inside found&lt;br /&gt;That opens the wider sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give every love its chance&lt;br /&gt;Questions in prisms strings&lt;br /&gt;So much is shadowed dance&lt;br /&gt;In its affluent wellsprings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect each true-life mirror&lt;br /&gt;Through eyes that apprehend&lt;br /&gt;Every road becomes clearer&lt;br /&gt;In its approaching to intend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-4759292996308947979?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/4759292996308947979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=4759292996308947979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4759292996308947979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4759292996308947979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/rise-to-beat.html' title='Rise to the Beat'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-792734394838947677</id><published>2008-04-03T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:51:59.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Dim Oceans</title><content type='html'>Do not be gone to love's dream&lt;br /&gt;In to the darkness weeping&lt;br /&gt;To the dim oceans faraway stream&lt;br /&gt;Where shadows of flowers are creeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lonely skies for evermore&lt;br /&gt;And rainy clouds all around blowing&lt;br /&gt;Where thoughts of sorrow drift to shore&lt;br /&gt;Into the yesterday's nowhere going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the eyes of a dripping tear&lt;br /&gt;Radiance of everlasting is showing&lt;br /&gt;And feelings of loneliness are near&lt;br /&gt;With their mood shallowness glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouquets bound to be cast away&lt;br /&gt;And nowhere into tomorrows’ color fire&lt;br /&gt;The Realms of dark to meet the day&lt;br /&gt;To give of its deep grief-stricken desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that I had like a hope in its past&lt;br /&gt;Walking away to departing times&lt;br /&gt;Distant structure how curtly they last&lt;br /&gt;Taken away into the offset of primes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long is how long in comparative state&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hold on that can be of certain&lt;br /&gt;All is approach of routes to each fate&lt;br /&gt;Giving of pleasures and burning of pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-792734394838947677?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/792734394838947677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=792734394838947677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/792734394838947677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/792734394838947677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-dim-oceans.html' title='To The Dim Oceans'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-1446277673026625776</id><published>2008-04-03T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:34:57.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere</title><content type='html'>Somewhere where the night is all&lt;br /&gt;With days in the valley of dark&lt;br /&gt;And dreams are in everlasting call&lt;br /&gt;Of the whimsy ways that never spark&lt;br /&gt;Where destructiveness is ruling&lt;br /&gt;And given each moments its strains&lt;br /&gt;And each other opportunities fooling&lt;br /&gt;With their adversity and their pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere not long ago from here&lt;br /&gt;When everything was in its yellow ray&lt;br /&gt;When times of the darkness was near&lt;br /&gt;A morning became all too soon a day&lt;br /&gt;Where cites where conquered in dim&lt;br /&gt;And being was destitution to know&lt;br /&gt;Rules became belligerently whimsy whim&lt;br /&gt;Frontrunners for each life’s bearing glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere for you and me callings die&lt;br /&gt;With hope that to ashes had burned&lt;br /&gt;And only the red glowing horizon sky&lt;br /&gt;Gave us a leaping in leach life learned&lt;br /&gt;Itinerant fulfillments of its dying hope&lt;br /&gt;Never to return to the new front line&lt;br /&gt;Giving prospects a strong holding rope&lt;br /&gt;That where to dawn wake-up sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-1446277673026625776?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/1446277673026625776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=1446277673026625776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/1446277673026625776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/1446277673026625776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/somewhere.html' title='Somewhere'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-7901154748189984238</id><published>2008-04-03T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:28:21.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Freedom</title><content type='html'>Beautiful freedom come and gives a go&lt;br /&gt;In with life's prospect from flowering do&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of satin soft in here with you&lt;br /&gt;Giving jade foliage and melting the snow&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent daydream along spring's row&lt;br /&gt;Embracing rain falling reviving the new&lt;br /&gt;The skies of night now in with dawn's of blue&lt;br /&gt;Rose colors blossoms are coming here now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around every branch the greenery grows&lt;br /&gt;Summer beginning to show many lays&lt;br /&gt;Light of the air and the colors of sea&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of love that moment only knows&lt;br /&gt;That comes to these hours with budding grace&lt;br /&gt;To give of its beauty to you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-7901154748189984238?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/7901154748189984238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=7901154748189984238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7901154748189984238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7901154748189984238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-freedom.html' title='Beautiful Freedom'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-606360682332698425</id><published>2008-04-01T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:42:04.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Year Is Love</title><content type='html'>This year is love&lt;br /&gt;With no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;Like drifting clouds above&lt;br /&gt;With raindrops soon to fall&lt;br /&gt;A true love to adore&lt;br /&gt;And eager to give and care&lt;br /&gt;Always feelings for more&lt;br /&gt;And to have you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sweetness in a song&lt;br /&gt;Something whole true always&lt;br /&gt;My feelings all along&lt;br /&gt;In its many different plays&lt;br /&gt;You are whom I trust&lt;br /&gt;To give this inside touch&lt;br /&gt;Like a starry falling dust&lt;br /&gt;With wishes for so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From you I cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;You are my deepest part&lt;br /&gt;My flowing glow to glide&lt;br /&gt;Inside of my truth and heart&lt;br /&gt;For you I shall call tonight&lt;br /&gt;To be ever close to me&lt;br /&gt;Like a moon in bluish night&lt;br /&gt;That flies through clouds free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is love&lt;br /&gt;For this I always write&lt;br /&gt;With my thoughts so full of&lt;br /&gt;Each feeling that is right&lt;br /&gt;This year is for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve found you to me close&lt;br /&gt;Where hope is born new&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully never goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-606360682332698425?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/606360682332698425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=606360682332698425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/606360682332698425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/606360682332698425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-year-is-love.html' title='This Year Is Love'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-3282877637780086141</id><published>2008-04-01T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:39:22.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Is Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Day and night is flowing&lt;br /&gt;Inside here with me&lt;br /&gt;Through the times locked going&lt;br /&gt;Behind is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;There is what I needed&lt;br /&gt;Making it to the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Everything - you read it&lt;br /&gt;Before, from your eye goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost there on the highway&lt;br /&gt;With so many songbirds&lt;br /&gt;Passing on life wandering ways&lt;br /&gt;On to some old roads dirt&lt;br /&gt;You have given everything&lt;br /&gt;With the singings that’s behind&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more through air to bring&lt;br /&gt;What of is left in absent mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays were always&lt;br /&gt;Full of its city starlight falls&lt;br /&gt;Frilling up dirty ashtrays&lt;br /&gt;Against some figured walls&lt;br /&gt;Road is left for nothing&lt;br /&gt;Circling around this freeway&lt;br /&gt;Time to ages is bluffing&lt;br /&gt;To the traveling homeward lay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-3282877637780086141?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/3282877637780086141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=3282877637780086141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3282877637780086141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/3282877637780086141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/behind-is-everywhere.html' title='Behind Is Everywhere'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-6857044178951569167</id><published>2008-04-01T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:11:46.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Minutes of the Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>Take or leave this gaming&lt;br /&gt;For the nobody who then knows&lt;br /&gt;The slow in the roll is taming&lt;br /&gt;Inside haste time that flows&lt;br /&gt;Waste time and give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;To let it come what it’s at&lt;br /&gt;Draw out its going to define&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s ready to go at that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody is always a real just&lt;br /&gt;Got to show up speed time&lt;br /&gt;With that better that’s already lost&lt;br /&gt;In its out-a-way real prime&lt;br /&gt;Time is waiting minutes won't save&lt;br /&gt;It better be what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Follow the beat come into the wave&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hesitate keen on the real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up and get the hop&lt;br /&gt;Take the line to the minute’s world&lt;br /&gt;Never let go never let it stop&lt;br /&gt;It’s what you all are in to this furled&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock the time it’s waiting&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go fast and somewhat slow&lt;br /&gt;Every its sign front line stating&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the stroll inside the roll-flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-6857044178951569167?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/6857044178951569167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=6857044178951569167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6857044178951569167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6857044178951569167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-minutes-of-tick-tock.html' title='3 Minutes of the Tick Tock'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-7126023940447840873</id><published>2008-04-01T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:50:03.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Know Of Love</title><content type='html'>Ok my sweet for the days to come&lt;br /&gt;To be of yours for evermore&lt;br /&gt;To know of love and where it's from&lt;br /&gt;Of each temptation be sure&lt;br /&gt;For life is a sleep or a waking lie&lt;br /&gt;With a heart that fell from open sky&lt;br /&gt;A trial of faith to bring and try&lt;br /&gt;Or giving reasons to its alibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my sweet it is all on earth here&lt;br /&gt;To open roads of destiny&lt;br /&gt;What we take up to give and share&lt;br /&gt;A love song for you and me&lt;br /&gt;For earth is the place to walk on&lt;br /&gt;And finding the new before its gone&lt;br /&gt;Those rustic lines that's never done&lt;br /&gt;Trusted t dust in its stories bygone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my earth how sweet you are&lt;br /&gt;With a given stroke of its everything&lt;br /&gt;Like a hope of blue the morning star&lt;br /&gt;That to my heart each longing bring&lt;br /&gt;I am like every man of the hour&lt;br /&gt;A seed grown up to become a flower&lt;br /&gt;A robe to hold my providence plower&lt;br /&gt;What brought me here by times power&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-7126023940447840873?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/7126023940447840873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=7126023940447840873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7126023940447840873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/7126023940447840873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-know-of-love.html' title='To Know Of Love'/><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-8823718546051990752.post-791929836048720273</id><published>2008-04-01T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T04:44:15.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding On To the Future</title><content type='html'>Time is night and fire&lt;br /&gt;Giving from its standing&lt;br /&gt;Past and present desire&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to somewhere landing&lt;br /&gt;All is written in days&lt;br /&gt;Filling the links of hope&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary present ways&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the trail kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Winding on to the future&lt;br /&gt;Streaming the lost track&lt;br /&gt;With every part and suture&lt;br /&gt;Those are of life's daypack&lt;br /&gt;We are the preachers of fate&lt;br /&gt;Further on to the looking&lt;br /&gt;Each our given debate&lt;br /&gt;Into souls psychics hooking&lt;br /&gt;Jump to the new and the old&lt;br /&gt;Mind is below and above&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to reach and hold&lt;br /&gt;Full of its imaginations of&lt;br /&gt;Endless in our own end&lt;br /&gt;We have just this short journey&lt;br /&gt;That we to our command bend&lt;br /&gt;To give us some prosperity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-791929836048720273?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/791929836048720273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=791929836048720273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/791929836048720273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/791929836048720273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/winding-on-to-future.html' title='Winding On To 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-8823718546051990752.post-4789308617275716781</id><published>2008-04-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T04:12:06.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toward The Moon and the Night</title><content type='html'>Toward the moon and the night&lt;br /&gt;The dreams will never come true&lt;br /&gt;Shadows are up in their flight&lt;br /&gt;For days to come and be of new&lt;br /&gt;And the going pleasures are going&lt;br /&gt;Filling up their empty woes&lt;br /&gt;Without times spectacular glowing&lt;br /&gt;This everywhere through here flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays are in their dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Full in their every lost space&lt;br /&gt;We were just with them all streaming&lt;br /&gt;Filling out own wandering ways&lt;br /&gt;But everything is always ending&lt;br /&gt;Giving us seldom a new return&lt;br /&gt;Wills of our thoughts bending&lt;br /&gt;And from them we all must learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the days of past light&lt;br /&gt;When there were roads to find out&lt;br /&gt;What was to become of wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;When everything was here about&lt;br /&gt;And our days are all leaving&lt;br /&gt;Without a return from gone past&lt;br /&gt;With their moments just briefing&lt;br /&gt;Some will though through time last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-4789308617275716781?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/4789308617275716781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=4789308617275716781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4789308617275716781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/4789308617275716781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/04/toward-moon-and-night.html' title='Toward The Moon and the 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-8823718546051990752.post-6827870588363281682</id><published>2008-03-26T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:59:05.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Listen</title><content type='html'>Songbirds are coming to new summer's day&lt;br /&gt;One by one in their feathering born flight&lt;br /&gt;Through darkness of winter to blossoms height&lt;br /&gt;Oh see how they come and hear how they play&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up mornings - those once were gray&lt;br /&gt;The hours are shifting from dim to fresh light&lt;br /&gt;Make of past memories wintriness night&lt;br /&gt;That once with cold earth of icily lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and listen to tunes they're singing&lt;br /&gt;Love songs - for one and all - that needs to be heard&lt;br /&gt;From the trees of the forest of unmarked spring&lt;br /&gt;Each one - their heart therein - the birds are bringing&lt;br /&gt;Of love to acquire with new hope undeterred&lt;br /&gt;When they together in close up once more sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823718546051990752-6827870588363281682?l=spring-come-come.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/feeds/6827870588363281682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823718546051990752&amp;postID=6827870588363281682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6827870588363281682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823718546051990752/posts/default/6827870588363281682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spring-come-come.blogspot.com/2008/03/come-and-listen.html' title='Come and Listen'/><author><name>Peter S. 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