<?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-5217495983260049837</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:31:04.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Waves to the Shore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.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-5217495983260049837.post-1312854443979044410</id><published>2008-12-13T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:47:51.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Remember You (to ‘Imagine’ …)</title><content type='html'>I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;In imagine times goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Where skies were always blue&lt;br /&gt;In every low and high&lt;br /&gt;It’s not so easy now&lt;br /&gt;To bring this out today&lt;br /&gt;Though we'll find it somehow&lt;br /&gt;And make it be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;Without strict boundaries&lt;br /&gt;As my mind is set to&lt;br /&gt;The unbounded countries&lt;br /&gt;To live and die for&lt;br /&gt;And have just your ambition&lt;br /&gt;To open freedom’s door&lt;br /&gt;And show life truest vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where peace is not a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But love is coming on&lt;br /&gt;And each one is a true teamer&lt;br /&gt;To live what they've undergone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;As brotherhood is reality&lt;br /&gt;When dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Forever in our hearts to be&lt;br /&gt;When times become real&lt;br /&gt;In every people's trust&lt;br /&gt;Each touch and their feel&lt;br /&gt;We once thought were lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This maybe still a dream&lt;br /&gt;That we are wishing for&lt;br /&gt;But times will come and deem&lt;br /&gt;Those dreams reach our shore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-1312854443979044410?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/1312854443979044410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=1312854443979044410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1312854443979044410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1312854443979044410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-remember-you-to-imagine.html' title='I&apos;ll Remember You (to ‘Imagine’ …)'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-4487666744850092271</id><published>2008-12-13T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:09:51.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Is My Christmas Welcome Song</title><content type='html'>Here is my Christmas welcome song&lt;br /&gt;To give with my best wishes to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sending it in spirit along&lt;br /&gt;To let all your wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to be wishing all here&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it'll bring you new things&lt;br /&gt;It’s the time of the winter's year&lt;br /&gt;When every bell rings and sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to please the eye&lt;br /&gt;With every light there found&lt;br /&gt;Silvery moon through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Christmases around&lt;br /&gt;May it be joyful and very&lt;br /&gt;Much of a blessing to you&lt;br /&gt;Hope you’re in Christmas spirit merry&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes here through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good time and a happy new year&lt;br /&gt;Trust every day be your lucky one&lt;br /&gt;So much to entertain all of you here&lt;br /&gt;And carry your dreams through and on&lt;br /&gt;So have a joyous happy holiday&lt;br /&gt;And find your hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;May every color of the lights play&lt;br /&gt;And give you blissful twinkling gleams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-4487666744850092271?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/4487666744850092271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=4487666744850092271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4487666744850092271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4487666744850092271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-is-my-christmas-welcome-song.html' title='Here Is My Christmas Welcome 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-5217495983260049837.post-2501434600045044852</id><published>2008-12-13T17:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:08:54.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boat Wants To Sail</title><content type='html'>My boat is all alone&lt;br /&gt;On the weaving mystic sea&lt;br /&gt;Like a bottom pebble stone&lt;br /&gt;That cannot become free&lt;br /&gt;Blue white billow's high&lt;br /&gt;In their faraway circling around&lt;br /&gt;Surround it there and tie&lt;br /&gt;On deep abyss own playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boat wants to sail&lt;br /&gt;Through oceans of unknown&lt;br /&gt;In search of a fresh trail&lt;br /&gt;Where easy wind has blown&lt;br /&gt;But brine seas are deep&lt;br /&gt;And get so much there lost&lt;br /&gt;Commitments cannot keep&lt;br /&gt;On rocky shores get tossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea dreams won’t elapse&lt;br /&gt;If we can find their way&lt;br /&gt;Sail through hidden traps&lt;br /&gt;Reefs that with ridge play&lt;br /&gt;My boat wants to find&lt;br /&gt;The freedom of the deep&lt;br /&gt;And leave old scenes behind&lt;br /&gt;That my turret can’t keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2501434600045044852?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2501434600045044852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2501434600045044852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2501434600045044852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2501434600045044852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-boat-wants-to-sail.html' title='My Boat Wants To Sail'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-3978686589092280237</id><published>2008-12-13T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:13:35.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just a Flower Small</title><content type='html'>I'm just a flower small&lt;br /&gt;On the fields of rustic gold&lt;br /&gt;With a dream for a call&lt;br /&gt;That wants my seeds to unfold&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful at my sight&lt;br /&gt;Invincible in the summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;Many folded petals light&lt;br /&gt;So much for the eyes to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness is in winter&lt;br /&gt;My heart becomes quite bleak&lt;br /&gt;With love and trust in hinter&lt;br /&gt;And futures of hopes weak&lt;br /&gt;For every bright daybreak's away&lt;br /&gt;With loss of freedom's hue&lt;br /&gt;And there is only a gloomy day&lt;br /&gt;For everything that is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My times are on the meadow&lt;br /&gt;Of the weak and the strong&lt;br /&gt;With every swaying and grow&lt;br /&gt;That comes in gusty along&lt;br /&gt;My leaves are of living green&lt;br /&gt;Eden’s own garden aspiration&lt;br /&gt;My beauty beholds and is seen&lt;br /&gt;In freedom of every nation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-3978686589092280237?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/3978686589092280237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=3978686589092280237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/3978686589092280237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/3978686589092280237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-just-flower-small.html' title='I&apos;m Just a Flower Small'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-686300690757432817</id><published>2008-12-13T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:08:33.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings from The Inside</title><content type='html'>Feelings from the inside&lt;br /&gt;Through the motions go&lt;br /&gt;Slowing down or abide&lt;br /&gt;In their easy way on flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines of hours gasping&lt;br /&gt;Turning point in time&lt;br /&gt;With their shallow grasping&lt;br /&gt;In hours of molding prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love inside of this?&lt;br /&gt;In a world of reality&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but a turning bliss&lt;br /&gt;Feelings coming free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within skies or empty place&lt;br /&gt;Their going footsteps&lt;br /&gt;That the knots will lace&lt;br /&gt;After some broken precepts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-686300690757432817?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/686300690757432817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=686300690757432817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/686300690757432817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/686300690757432817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/feelings-from-inside.html' title='Feelings from The Inside'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217495983260049837.post-2178314333222782500</id><published>2008-12-13T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:58:00.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imbibed Cold Forms</title><content type='html'>The imbibed cold forms of the outside spears&lt;br /&gt;With the silvery glow threads of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Moon on the edge of the cloudy flowing tears&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's morning in their dimming high&lt;br /&gt;And the flowers of frosty laid roses earth&lt;br /&gt;In colors of glowing mirrors evening&lt;br /&gt;From existence to the dark of gleaming birth&lt;br /&gt;Where every winter song now's to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're roses of frosty family tree&lt;br /&gt;Picking the thorns of the icily cold&lt;br /&gt;Each of your glisten moods I can now see&lt;br /&gt;In flickering shadows I cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;Nearness of yonder not faraway clouds&lt;br /&gt;With their gloomy seize on the earth going crowds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2178314333222782500?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2178314333222782500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2178314333222782500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2178314333222782500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2178314333222782500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/imbibed-cold-forms.html' title='The Imbibed Cold Forms'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-1250769836159458319</id><published>2008-12-12T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:16:07.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I the Merman</title><content type='html'>I the merman of the light&lt;br /&gt;Slowly coming in from dawn&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a rock dark night&lt;br /&gt;In thoughts to distance drawn&lt;br /&gt;Mountains high and low in sight&lt;br /&gt;Taking photos with my Nikon&lt;br /&gt;Gazing to the left and right&lt;br /&gt;As the cloudlets drift here on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I the merman of the drawing&lt;br /&gt;Giving pencil sketches life&lt;br /&gt;From thoughts of my gathering&lt;br /&gt;As I sit at highest ‘cutting knife’&lt;br /&gt;Spaces of landscape blurring&lt;br /&gt;As the forest faun plays its fife&lt;br /&gt;With its mystic tones whirring&lt;br /&gt;In widespread existence rife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I the merman of the road&lt;br /&gt;Peeking though the timeless hours&lt;br /&gt;Taking with me tinctured load&lt;br /&gt;Of the rocks and wildness flowers&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes I have glowed&lt;br /&gt;Timeless motion distance showers&lt;br /&gt;I half dressed man - in my ode&lt;br /&gt;With forms, talent empowers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-1250769836159458319?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/1250769836159458319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=1250769836159458319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1250769836159458319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1250769836159458319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-merman.html' title='I the Merman'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-7279128661090642214</id><published>2008-12-12T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:14:41.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There’s Seems No Hope Inside</title><content type='html'>I'm not living very well&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm living here&lt;br /&gt;Every day might be as hell&lt;br /&gt;In its time of everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Something in the coming days&lt;br /&gt;With the people aching&lt;br /&gt;Moods of darkish down grays&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts in deep waking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems no hope inside&lt;br /&gt;Only my desperate mind&lt;br /&gt;Darks of depressions glide&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my smiles behind&lt;br /&gt;I might not hold too long out&lt;br /&gt;For it’s not in my nature&lt;br /&gt;To be in a state of self-doubt&lt;br /&gt;And its road of nomenclature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's now in emotion&lt;br /&gt;In picking the thorns of life&lt;br /&gt;Life assuredness in erosion&lt;br /&gt;For now is my time to strife&lt;br /&gt;I'm up against dejection wall&lt;br /&gt;That I call my own identity&lt;br /&gt;And have nowhere else to call&lt;br /&gt;But to come back to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-7279128661090642214?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/7279128661090642214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=7279128661090642214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7279128661090642214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7279128661090642214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-seems-no-hope-inside.html' title='There’s Seems No Hope Inside'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217495983260049837.post-2074549015213653189</id><published>2008-12-12T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:13:30.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born For Its Dream</title><content type='html'>A night was born for its dream&lt;br /&gt;A day to carry the coming light&lt;br /&gt;Everything in between times gleam&lt;br /&gt;Is either of dim or sparking bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The looming fog of inside made&lt;br /&gt;Is intimidating dimly in its glow&lt;br /&gt;Like sharp edges of jagged blade&lt;br /&gt;That through the fold must go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2074549015213653189?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2074549015213653189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2074549015213653189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2074549015213653189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2074549015213653189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/born-for-its-dream.html' title='Born For Its 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-5217495983260049837.post-4632663619964750299</id><published>2008-12-12T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:12:37.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping Against Hope</title><content type='html'>Hoping against hope&lt;br /&gt;Are my wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;And hold on to that robe&lt;br /&gt;That pulls me to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And liaises my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;To its full throbbing blow&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on an empty street&lt;br /&gt;To where I want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time’s perhaps against time&lt;br /&gt;In my lonely strife&lt;br /&gt;For soon I´ll be reaching prime&lt;br /&gt;In my way of life&lt;br /&gt;But thoughts may still wander&lt;br /&gt;To where my dove is&lt;br /&gt;Away from this dispute's asunder&lt;br /&gt;And only with fate's loves kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart against heart&lt;br /&gt;This is not the way to live&lt;br /&gt;So much of doubt to impart&lt;br /&gt;When there’s so much to give&lt;br /&gt;Stretching the chances hours&lt;br /&gt;For a permit to be and lift&lt;br /&gt;From dust all the fallen flowers&lt;br /&gt;Nature of vileness did drift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-4632663619964750299?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/4632663619964750299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=4632663619964750299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4632663619964750299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4632663619964750299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoping-against-hope.html' title='Hoping Against Hope'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-5509651679531576413</id><published>2008-12-12T21:10:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:11:33.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue of the Evening (sonnet)</title><content type='html'>The blue of the evening is showing&lt;br /&gt;From inside the tinctured perforated glow&lt;br /&gt;Where the moon from the cloudlets is now going&lt;br /&gt;As the shadows to night must further grow&lt;br /&gt;In the dances of shadings and coolness&lt;br /&gt;The instance hours are feeling my cold feet&lt;br /&gt;And winter icily night in its caress&lt;br /&gt;With breeze that goes on in an empty street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is as bare as a leafless tree&lt;br /&gt;For I think about nothing but this cold&lt;br /&gt;Chilliness that wanders on inside of me&lt;br /&gt;For there's no endless love me now to unfold&lt;br /&gt;And now as I speak my thoughts travel far&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to a Milky Way's unknown star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-5509651679531576413?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/5509651679531576413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=5509651679531576413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5509651679531576413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5509651679531576413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-of-evening-sonnet.html' title='The Blue of the Evening (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-5217495983260049837.post-1319058925860241491</id><published>2008-12-12T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:10:35.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Delight Delight</title><content type='html'>O delight delight those days&lt;br /&gt;When the sky stars are singing to me&lt;br /&gt;With their colors of bluish grays&lt;br /&gt;To make me become again free&lt;br /&gt;With wings into everything&lt;br /&gt;That grows and grows and never slows&lt;br /&gt;And with my Venus heart shall sing&lt;br /&gt;Until the soil is moonlight glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O darling fecund soil of frosty earth&lt;br /&gt;Of flowing icily mirror shine&lt;br /&gt;Each step of my step is in their worth&lt;br /&gt;Of every their being breathes line&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds are radiant brows glows&lt;br /&gt;With fertile in their making haze&lt;br /&gt;And I'm as angle in their falling snows&lt;br /&gt;Of white delights on roads of grays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh delight be mine in dispels sight&lt;br /&gt;And each azure high heavens on&lt;br /&gt;When night becomes like morning light&lt;br /&gt;And all my wishes will be dawn&lt;br /&gt;In roads of convey sweet tenderness youth&lt;br /&gt;Beneath turnings of cloudy drift&lt;br /&gt;And fill the skies with moments of truth&lt;br /&gt;When you - my soul to those castles lift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-1319058925860241491?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/1319058925860241491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=1319058925860241491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1319058925860241491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1319058925860241491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-delight-delight.html' title='O Delight Delight'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-2282037265217565635</id><published>2008-12-12T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:09:29.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dreams Forgotten Days</title><content type='html'>We shall remember each day of their past&lt;br /&gt;In fragrance of passions of faraway dreams&lt;br /&gt;Those wearing old minutes of days now lost&lt;br /&gt;But still lie inside like a ray of gleams&lt;br /&gt;Those earthly filled out moments of soul’s dark&lt;br /&gt;In feathers of feelings that faraway are&lt;br /&gt;And still fly in their momentarily spark&lt;br /&gt;Like wishes of twinkling faraway star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When silence meant moments of shadowed touch&lt;br /&gt;Like water in flowing on the smooth skin&lt;br /&gt;And Love said to Love: I need you so much&lt;br /&gt;And everything was of breeze from within&lt;br /&gt;Oh dreams forgotten days and aromas varied&lt;br /&gt;How much now in winter those feelings we need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2282037265217565635?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2282037265217565635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2282037265217565635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2282037265217565635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2282037265217565635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-dreams-forgotten-days.html' title='Oh Dreams Forgotten Days'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-4127386729881993473</id><published>2008-12-12T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:08:47.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days of Spring Are Near</title><content type='html'>The days of spring are near&lt;br /&gt;With the flowing water around&lt;br /&gt;In every heart of youth to steer&lt;br /&gt;That still with the winter's bound&lt;br /&gt;So lovely as each loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And black as rocks in the hills&lt;br /&gt;These condense come with caress&lt;br /&gt;As water splashes and spills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth of new springtime here&lt;br /&gt;Is in every life and brawl&lt;br /&gt;Where the falls shall touch and bear&lt;br /&gt;In its freshness of its early call&lt;br /&gt;And bring mystics wind to blow&lt;br /&gt;While the leaves are becoming green&lt;br /&gt;Away is then all winter's snow&lt;br /&gt;With the life's sullenness between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days of spring thoughts steer&lt;br /&gt;Into the young days fairly bright&lt;br /&gt;And become here free everywhere&lt;br /&gt;With returning of our summer light&lt;br /&gt;To lift the hearts to higher grounds&lt;br /&gt;And there bring us peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Fill up the air with springtime sounds&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the dusky diffuses behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-4127386729881993473?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/4127386729881993473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=4127386729881993473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4127386729881993473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4127386729881993473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/days-of-spring-are-near.html' title='The Days of Spring Are Near'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-6436348477524278959</id><published>2008-12-12T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:07:41.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between My Heart and Yours</title><content type='html'>Between my heart and yours is everything&lt;br /&gt;A tensing drumming beat and life's flower&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of the strings we both could sing&lt;br /&gt;Like drop of time's eternity each hour&lt;br /&gt;The withering and what becomes of dirt&lt;br /&gt;In thousand intellectual transpired tears&lt;br /&gt;Our own love in its burning and each flirt&lt;br /&gt;The waves of tense devoured through the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light that broke free to reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;To give us our inner most and truest fire&lt;br /&gt;Like every cloud's dressed in drifting high&lt;br /&gt;And fills our wondering with life's desire&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of my heart that came within&lt;br /&gt;And made you want to know - and me to win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-6436348477524278959?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/6436348477524278959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=6436348477524278959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6436348477524278959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6436348477524278959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/between-my-heart-and-yours.html' title='Between My Heart and Yours'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-2390296097496727195</id><published>2008-12-12T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:06:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice Rejoice This Holly Night</title><content type='html'>Rejoice rejoice this holly night&lt;br /&gt;When the stars shine on so bright&lt;br /&gt;In their heavenly twinkling glow&lt;br /&gt;And earth is in peaceful snow&lt;br /&gt;For freedom is here in still&lt;br /&gt;With promised love to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice rejoice this holly night&lt;br /&gt;In times of grace and plight&lt;br /&gt;When dimness so peaceful seem&lt;br /&gt;In stillness of nocturnal dream&lt;br /&gt;When the moments are like bliss&lt;br /&gt;And all of the spirit is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice rejoice this holly night&lt;br /&gt;For love is here in its flight&lt;br /&gt;And giving harmony on earth&lt;br /&gt;In the tranquil hours of triumphs worth&lt;br /&gt;For this is the time to sing&lt;br /&gt;And hope to all mankind bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice rejoice this holly night&lt;br /&gt;When peace comes in its might&lt;br /&gt;And each one here near and afar&lt;br /&gt;Sends wishes to a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;Though winter frost and chill's here&lt;br /&gt;For coldness of men war's near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2390296097496727195?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2390296097496727195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2390296097496727195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2390296097496727195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2390296097496727195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/rejoice-rejoice-this-holly-night.html' title='Rejoice Rejoice This Holly 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-5217495983260049837.post-2488566324835525588</id><published>2008-12-12T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:05:09.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Fly</title><content type='html'>If I could fly&lt;br /&gt;I would go to the river&lt;br /&gt;And never become dry&lt;br /&gt;From thoughts of the truest giver&lt;br /&gt;And I would be of earth&lt;br /&gt;A flower or a tree&lt;br /&gt;Its beauties wholesome worth&lt;br /&gt;Each way you could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could swim the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'd be like oceans whales&lt;br /&gt;For always and always free&lt;br /&gt;In my own abyss fairytales&lt;br /&gt;And become its conqueror&lt;br /&gt;Through deeps of the faraway&lt;br /&gt;The skill fullest adventurer&lt;br /&gt;In my own swimming play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could give a thought&lt;br /&gt;That would become reality&lt;br /&gt;I’d start with what I ought&lt;br /&gt;And shouldn’t permit to be&lt;br /&gt;For ways are always returning&lt;br /&gt;You gave some insight clue&lt;br /&gt;And we from it all are learning&lt;br /&gt;Of whether it is all true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2488566324835525588?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2488566324835525588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2488566324835525588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2488566324835525588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2488566324835525588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-could-fly.html' title='If I Could Fly'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-4329874981720842674</id><published>2008-12-12T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:04:19.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Che Would Be Today a Poet</title><content type='html'>El Che would be today a poet&lt;br /&gt;Or a singer of a melody&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t the revolution forget&lt;br /&gt;And with heedful eyes the truth see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of his body’s a mixture&lt;br /&gt;Of hope and a love song&lt;br /&gt;In shadowy flickering fixture&lt;br /&gt;With both the weak and the strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;Make you see rightly on&lt;br /&gt;Letting you know the rebellion’s for you &lt;br /&gt;And shall never be gone”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d show &lt;br /&gt;That dreams could be build&lt;br /&gt;On something &lt;br /&gt;That is now lost&lt;br /&gt;And nothing &lt;br /&gt;Of the opportunities spilled&lt;br /&gt;Though walls inner structures &lt;br /&gt;Be tossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Che would be today a singer&lt;br /&gt;Playing and giving revolution&lt;br /&gt;A man of sunrise that’s a bringer&lt;br /&gt;Of the ways of futures intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing to keep his promise&lt;br /&gt;That theme of his songs are dealing&lt;br /&gt;On grounds that comments his wish&lt;br /&gt;In ideas of freedom's freewheeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d show &lt;br /&gt;That dreams could be build&lt;br /&gt;On something &lt;br /&gt;That is now lost&lt;br /&gt;And nothing &lt;br /&gt;Of the opportunities spilled&lt;br /&gt;Though walls inner structures &lt;br /&gt;Be tossed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-4329874981720842674?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/4329874981720842674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=4329874981720842674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4329874981720842674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4329874981720842674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-che-would-be-today-poet.html' title='El Che Would Be Today a Poet'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-7796192354557151394</id><published>2008-12-12T21:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:01:56.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name is Rachel Corrie</title><content type='html'>My Name is Rachel Corrie&lt;br /&gt;And I am still with you here&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life be a worry&lt;br /&gt;Just take of it care and be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a flower in life's garden&lt;br /&gt;With the petals to be woken&lt;br /&gt;But winter came in its bombardin'&lt;br /&gt;And all my flowers were broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still with you in your debate&lt;br /&gt;Of life's growth blossoming ways&lt;br /&gt;Though there's still hasty hate&lt;br /&gt;Within these moments and days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my peace bring you a song&lt;br /&gt;To sing my story to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Every day's still a heartfelt long&lt;br /&gt;For what we need to make love start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Name is Rachel Corrie of peace&lt;br /&gt;My footsteps are Freedom Come&lt;br /&gt;Remember me in the  tree breeze&lt;br /&gt;For I never went existence from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of liberty shall be made&lt;br /&gt;So we can all live here close&lt;br /&gt;Take away all these irons of afraid&lt;br /&gt;And make this earth love‘s red rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-7796192354557151394?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/7796192354557151394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=7796192354557151394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7796192354557151394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7796192354557151394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-name-is-rachel-corrie.html' title='My Name is Rachel Corrie'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-7030021897577919343</id><published>2008-12-12T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:01:14.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer of the Sky</title><content type='html'>Dancer of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Dance in clouds faraway&lt;br /&gt;Every reach and try&lt;br /&gt;Drifts and cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;White hazy a yonder&lt;br /&gt;Too far into the blue&lt;br /&gt;Makes a gesture and ponder&lt;br /&gt;As it goes on through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moods going&lt;br /&gt;Wind wind in its blow&lt;br /&gt;Azure sky glowing&lt;br /&gt;Blue and white as snow&lt;br /&gt;Dancer dance your song&lt;br /&gt;Into a distance dream&lt;br /&gt;So I may still long&lt;br /&gt;With sun evening gleam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancers of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Run on the silky ways&lt;br /&gt;For the gazing eye&lt;br /&gt;In their heavenly plays&lt;br /&gt;While these moments last&lt;br /&gt;World’s beautiful vision&lt;br /&gt;For a hope to recast&lt;br /&gt;In our own precision&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-7030021897577919343?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/7030021897577919343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=7030021897577919343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7030021897577919343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7030021897577919343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancer-of-sky.html' title='Dancer of the Sky'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-6168665231651651001</id><published>2008-12-04T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:31:45.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like The Days Get Older (a song)</title><content type='html'>Like the days get older&lt;br /&gt;So shall each love go&lt;br /&gt;And our dreams stepwise bolder&lt;br /&gt;In its attempt to glow&lt;br /&gt;Rising higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;In its deep going magic&lt;br /&gt;Where thoughts never tier&lt;br /&gt;To make out a new trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sun will come and rain&lt;br /&gt;So shall each day be gone&lt;br /&gt;With flowers in pale and fain&lt;br /&gt;To move our own lives on&lt;br /&gt;The easy comes going around&lt;br /&gt;Or its harder counterpart&lt;br /&gt;That with every hope is found&lt;br /&gt;And gives us a pounding heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you and I both know&lt;br /&gt;There is so much of everything&lt;br /&gt;It comes to us in easy go&lt;br /&gt;And inside our hearts shall sing&lt;br /&gt;With hope to bring back to me&lt;br /&gt;Letting me know its touch&lt;br /&gt;With its flying wings on free&lt;br /&gt;And loving me always as much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-6168665231651651001?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/6168665231651651001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=6168665231651651001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6168665231651651001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6168665231651651001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-days-get-older-song.html' title='Like The Days Get Older (a 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-5217495983260049837.post-1120169531086883069</id><published>2008-12-04T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:31:05.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way Out To The About</title><content type='html'>The way out to the about&lt;br /&gt;Is going to somewhere too&lt;br /&gt;It has everything in its doubt&lt;br /&gt;To bring you almost through&lt;br /&gt;Its certainty is of its state&lt;br /&gt;And made for the distances&lt;br /&gt;It has its course in fate&lt;br /&gt;And takes to future its chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is of a reflecting light&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes becoming certainty&lt;br /&gt;Of lost or a turning flight&lt;br /&gt;That never is going to be&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in the skies faraway&lt;br /&gt;Like gleam to the many places&lt;br /&gt;As bright as a sunshine day&lt;br /&gt;Or a joy of the smiling faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much in every future&lt;br /&gt;That carries supplies of fame&lt;br /&gt;To bring you out of dark suture&lt;br /&gt;And gives you its fiery flame&lt;br /&gt;Where vicious wolves are gone&lt;br /&gt;And every ones blossom’s true&lt;br /&gt;To carry their ends here on&lt;br /&gt;And bring in kingdom of the new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-1120169531086883069?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/1120169531086883069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=1120169531086883069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1120169531086883069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1120169531086883069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/way-out-to-about.html' title='The Way Out To The About'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-1874698566554947105</id><published>2008-12-04T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:24:37.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Songs of the Year</title><content type='html'>The most beautiful songs of the year&lt;br /&gt;Are around the Christmas time&lt;br /&gt;When love's true love and sparking here&lt;br /&gt;In winter's cold frosty prime&lt;br /&gt;When love is so dear to everyone&lt;br /&gt;In giving its heart away&lt;br /&gt;And feelings come close one by one&lt;br /&gt;To make up anew and brighter day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most heartfelt reasons to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Is when there is joy here found&lt;br /&gt;Bells are ringing and Christmas arrive&lt;br /&gt;With harmonious choruses around&lt;br /&gt;When people are close and in peace&lt;br /&gt;And singing their sweet melodies&lt;br /&gt;Dancing around the Christmas tress&lt;br /&gt;Far from every wars tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful songs we sing&lt;br /&gt;Are the ones that give us dreams&lt;br /&gt;And hope again to our hearts bring&lt;br /&gt;Like star rays of faraway gleams&lt;br /&gt;When people are close and in peace&lt;br /&gt;And singing their sweet melodies&lt;br /&gt;Dancing around the Christmas tress&lt;br /&gt;Far from every wars tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you and I are all standing close&lt;br /&gt;Through Christmas evening and night&lt;br /&gt;And the starry starry high sky glows&lt;br /&gt;With the stars of heaven so bright&lt;br /&gt;When loves is for you and love is for me&lt;br /&gt;And everything comes to be alright&lt;br /&gt;And we shall be singing in sweet harmony&lt;br /&gt;Through the evening of Christmas light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-1874698566554947105?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/1874698566554947105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=1874698566554947105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1874698566554947105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1874698566554947105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-beautiful-songs-of-year.html' title='The Most Beautiful Songs of the Year'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-2755958208194356869</id><published>2008-12-04T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:23:44.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song of Winter’s Night</title><content type='html'>Love song of winter’s night&lt;br /&gt;With many thoughts to give&lt;br /&gt;Stars falling above bright&lt;br /&gt;Promising wishes to live&lt;br /&gt;Within them everyone's dream&lt;br /&gt;In a love light that glows&lt;br /&gt;Coming through darkish gleam&lt;br /&gt;Before it soft again goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Everything from the heart&lt;br /&gt;From the beats of eternity&lt;br /&gt;Where everything’s to start&lt;br /&gt;Hopes with clear promises&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out in their dark&lt;br /&gt;The joy of man's caresses&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow might spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of winter’s high&lt;br /&gt;With many thoughts found&lt;br /&gt;Hello delights and goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes around&lt;br /&gt;So much joy in everything&lt;br /&gt;From nights of winter’s come&lt;br /&gt;Highest tones now to sing&lt;br /&gt;Where spark of snow’s from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2755958208194356869?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2755958208194356869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2755958208194356869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2755958208194356869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2755958208194356869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-song-of-winters-night.html' title='Love Song of Winter’s 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-5217495983260049837.post-1434784680574332976</id><published>2008-12-01T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:07:34.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round And Around</title><content type='html'>Round and around&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure trips found&lt;br /&gt;In its dreamy glow&lt;br /&gt;Nothing outside the circle&lt;br /&gt;Inside much more&lt;br /&gt;Deep follower’s coterie&lt;br /&gt;In its reach for score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is of importance&lt;br /&gt;In its much unending&lt;br /&gt;Trials of day’s acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Through lives trending&lt;br /&gt;Places falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Prevailing east-northeast&lt;br /&gt;From the beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Expecting the least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and round&lt;br /&gt;In its splashing flow&lt;br /&gt;To a common ground&lt;br /&gt;In its play-doh&lt;br /&gt;Justifying everything&lt;br /&gt;That’s becoming lost&lt;br /&gt;Waxwing experimenting&lt;br /&gt;Life’s been double crossed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-1434784680574332976?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/1434784680574332976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=1434784680574332976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1434784680574332976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1434784680574332976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/round-and-around.html' title='Round And 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-5217495983260049837.post-5948545896236940265</id><published>2008-12-01T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:54:49.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Now Time for Love</title><content type='html'>There is now time for love&lt;br /&gt;And every hope to be&lt;br /&gt;For new sun has risen above&lt;br /&gt;For both you and me&lt;br /&gt;And the hours are calling&lt;br /&gt;From the angles high&lt;br /&gt;Where the snow is now falling&lt;br /&gt;To the earth from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;On this most holly day&lt;br /&gt;With every love its worth&lt;br /&gt;That shall come to stay&lt;br /&gt;With the love in our heart&lt;br /&gt;And the truth inside to call&lt;br /&gt;When we now celebration start&lt;br /&gt;With peace on earth for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is time for every hope&lt;br /&gt;Coming to our truth and trial&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to this peace and rope&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to denial&lt;br /&gt;Love is here to give its say&lt;br /&gt;Making peace in heart come true&lt;br /&gt;In its holy light and play&lt;br /&gt;For everyone to follow through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is now time for love&lt;br /&gt;And every hope to be&lt;br /&gt;For new sun has risen above&lt;br /&gt;For both you and me&lt;br /&gt;And the hours are calling&lt;br /&gt;From the angles high&lt;br /&gt;Where the snow is now falling&lt;br /&gt;To the earth from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is love in the spirit among&lt;br /&gt;When we celebrate these powers&lt;br /&gt;Come in now both old and young&lt;br /&gt;For the holy silent times hours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-5948545896236940265?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/5948545896236940265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=5948545896236940265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5948545896236940265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5948545896236940265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-now-time-for-love.html' title='There Is Now Time for 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-5217495983260049837.post-4840048036014913460</id><published>2008-11-30T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:56:53.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Comes</title><content type='html'>Sunshine comes &lt;br /&gt;Within its trance glow&lt;br /&gt;Bright new blossoms&lt;br /&gt;In spring fresh snow&lt;br /&gt;Each day quite bright&lt;br /&gt;And lovely in dream&lt;br /&gt;From out of the night&lt;br /&gt;Into realm gleam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon bright its now&lt;br /&gt;And shadows dancing&lt;br /&gt;Its dark diffuse brow&lt;br /&gt;And colors all blanching&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are deep&lt;br /&gt;From tapings of love&lt;br /&gt;Coldness of leap&lt;br /&gt;Like gray clouds above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sunshine within&lt;br /&gt;So lovely to spark&lt;br /&gt;In search conduct spin&lt;br /&gt;When outside is dark&lt;br /&gt;And means to unknown&lt;br /&gt;The flowing ahead&lt;br /&gt;At winter's dark gown&lt;br /&gt;And rosiness has bleed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-4840048036014913460?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/4840048036014913460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=4840048036014913460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4840048036014913460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4840048036014913460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunshine-comes.html' title='Sunshine Comes'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-2955820100845685505</id><published>2008-11-30T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:01:09.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of Dream Is Going</title><content type='html'>The day of dream is going&lt;br /&gt;On to the lonely road&lt;br /&gt;And times of strolling slowing&lt;br /&gt;Within the burdens heavy load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weak and frail upholding&lt;br /&gt;Within dreams that never came&lt;br /&gt;Fresh ideas now unfolding&lt;br /&gt;In a winter's icily flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach upon its lure&lt;br /&gt;That burn on to its mend&lt;br /&gt;Each hope is forgetting blur&lt;br /&gt;That never was time to blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fervor its ardor in mud&lt;br /&gt;To soil it’s gone at last&lt;br /&gt;Its red and darkish blood&lt;br /&gt;Forever its end and past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nothing comes like it again&lt;br /&gt;To share its compassion dividends&lt;br /&gt;On to the earth its strain&lt;br /&gt;And with its rust there blends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wings of queering song&lt;br /&gt;In mysterious night it hunts&lt;br /&gt;To bring on wishes to long&lt;br /&gt;That was awake in hearts once&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2955820100845685505?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2955820100845685505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2955820100845685505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2955820100845685505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2955820100845685505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-of-dream-is-going.html' title='The Day of Dream 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-5217495983260049837.post-7526457512892880409</id><published>2008-11-30T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:52:47.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Like New Morning</title><content type='html'>Love is like new morning glow expression&lt;br /&gt;Corolla of sky irises inception&lt;br /&gt;Each thorn on the rose and its progression&lt;br /&gt;The clouds lifting in their drift perception&lt;br /&gt;Tender lines of the greenery leaves&lt;br /&gt;With its blossom flower of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;In each heart that's pounding on and grieves&lt;br /&gt;When feelings of its heartbeats bring in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth in its sinuous and growing on stream&lt;br /&gt;Dawn colors filling sky with its beginning&lt;br /&gt;The dance of the shadows in glittering beam&lt;br /&gt;When the wind at top of trees is still singing&lt;br /&gt;All the fervor of love searching and free&lt;br /&gt;In roots of shadings run forever to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-7526457512892880409?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/7526457512892880409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=7526457512892880409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7526457512892880409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7526457512892880409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-is-like-new-morning.html' title='Love Is Like New Morning'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-4667618129967779856</id><published>2008-11-30T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:11:23.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time That Dwells With Love and Flows</title><content type='html'>The time that's dwelling with love and flows&lt;br /&gt;Like a gentle stroke on to the feeling seem&lt;br /&gt;As light comes with evening glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the darkish night nocturnal touch goes&lt;br /&gt;A heart that's beating inside its own dream&lt;br /&gt;The time that's dwelling with love and flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In brightly play that in twinkling shows&lt;br /&gt;Of last sky cloud of its shadowed regime&lt;br /&gt;As light comes with evening glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dreams in the afar to the night grows&lt;br /&gt;That aspiring moments had in its stream&lt;br /&gt;The time that's dwelling with love and flows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every whisper that with breeze blows&lt;br /&gt;And gives tomorrow new dawn's agleam&lt;br /&gt;As light comes with evening glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning afresh that rises and slows&lt;br /&gt;In the daybreak glowing of coming beam&lt;br /&gt;The time that's dwelling with love and flows&lt;br /&gt;As light comes with evening glows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-4667618129967779856?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/4667618129967779856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=4667618129967779856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4667618129967779856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4667618129967779856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-that-dwells-with-love-and-flows.html' title='The Time That Dwells With Love and Flows'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-8585480970217927191</id><published>2008-11-29T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:04:24.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Twisting Days of the Coming Dark</title><content type='html'>There are strangely thoughts that go on here&lt;br /&gt;In the twisting days of the coming dark&lt;br /&gt;Validation of moods everywhere&lt;br /&gt;That in to your days and belief now park&lt;br /&gt;Though morning is dark and breaking out slow&lt;br /&gt;With its partly light throughout the glisten sky&lt;br /&gt;Each hour that passes has its temperate glow&lt;br /&gt;Unstill the evening in its transcends fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every hour is broad in its sub-mainstream&lt;br /&gt;At times beyond themes of old outlook gone&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of unconscious godliness dreams&lt;br /&gt;Shall carry me through to the passionate on&lt;br /&gt;Like a truthful hold these passions are giving&lt;br /&gt;Each form their beat that finds its own living&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-8585480970217927191?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/8585480970217927191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=8585480970217927191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/8585480970217927191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/8585480970217927191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-twisting-days-of-coming-dark.html' title='In The Twisting Days of the Coming Dark'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-4970023677597507325</id><published>2008-11-28T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:54:02.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Crave the Summer</title><content type='html'>I crave the summer that gave dreams and hope&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings through the streets of blossom bright&lt;br /&gt;When day was busting and there was no night&lt;br /&gt;And I felt pleasures of living grope&lt;br /&gt;When the days were young in their drifting way&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds far above in the brightness sky&lt;br /&gt;Each dream that was falling rose again high&lt;br /&gt;In curves of fairness rising and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now winter is dim in its moody song&lt;br /&gt;And drifting in icily snowy white&lt;br /&gt;Morning like twilight in deep oceans dark&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams are to live in memories long&lt;br /&gt;Like indelible scents from autumn gone light&lt;br /&gt;That once in yellow red leaves did spark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-4970023677597507325?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/4970023677597507325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=4970023677597507325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4970023677597507325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4970023677597507325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-crave-summer.html' title='I Crave the Summer'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-6131915392980424638</id><published>2008-11-27T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:49:44.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is</title><content type='html'>Love is the handful of earth and its song&lt;br /&gt;The summer ongoing of meadows and green&lt;br /&gt;The reach of your wishing and what you'll long&lt;br /&gt;Every tempered shade that lies there between&lt;br /&gt;Your roses that glow in multiplying colors&lt;br /&gt;A river that throbs to its way to sea&lt;br /&gt;Like thunder that roars and to the sky hollers&lt;br /&gt;Everything of mood inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each beautiful dream extinguished and far&lt;br /&gt;Deep of every delight that comes through&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts making your voice to show who you are&lt;br /&gt;Like flame that reflects and always is new&lt;br /&gt;Love is the kissing and burning across&lt;br /&gt;And never to nothing is in for loss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-6131915392980424638?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/6131915392980424638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=6131915392980424638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6131915392980424638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6131915392980424638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-is.html' title='Love Is'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-5436343125701525639</id><published>2008-11-27T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:14:33.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Song to My Heart Is Clear</title><content type='html'>My love song to my heart is clear&lt;br /&gt;With magic wand of feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;Reaching through those dripping tears&lt;br /&gt;That from the outside most shall hide&lt;br /&gt;Earth of spring and new comer day&lt;br /&gt;Where beautiful is always blooming&lt;br /&gt;Though some be lost on rough's way&lt;br /&gt;And never to the world be perfuming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness of this my own dream&lt;br /&gt;That crumbles through dust of time&lt;br /&gt;With nothing clear in that to gleam&lt;br /&gt;And outside casting of even rime&lt;br /&gt;Where love is touched by snowy earth&lt;br /&gt;And brings its skies to higher seen&lt;br /&gt;Where my feelings are all its worth&lt;br /&gt;Through life times of a worthy green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love song that is constantly here&lt;br /&gt;Like those petals of a summer rose&lt;br /&gt;With each my day in its lonely near&lt;br /&gt;In mind-set of joy and gravely flows&lt;br /&gt;This contact of heart that has its rift&lt;br /&gt;And is so hushed like a nightly star&lt;br /&gt;That gives strength my soul to uplift&lt;br /&gt;When it shows distress and sorrow's scar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-5436343125701525639?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/5436343125701525639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=5436343125701525639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5436343125701525639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5436343125701525639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love-song-to-my-heart-is-clear.html' title='My Love Song to My Heart Is Clear'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-3766425725443314161</id><published>2008-11-27T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:12:10.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Nocturnal Dreams Daytime</title><content type='html'>The day is as deep as night&lt;br /&gt;In every its tranquil state&lt;br /&gt;Dim and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Asleep in its many way&lt;br /&gt;And promising endless time&lt;br /&gt;The gold horizon - radiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beat of the going beat&lt;br /&gt;Near eternal throbbing flows&lt;br /&gt;Right in to my heart and out&lt;br /&gt;And moonshine of dwelling time&lt;br /&gt;The river of profound keep&lt;br /&gt;That fills every empty cup&lt;br /&gt;With blue dark blue hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This face, of endless time &lt;br /&gt;Of nocturnal dreams daytime&lt;br /&gt;And the whistling breeze in trees&lt;br /&gt;Those hover so steadfastly on&lt;br /&gt;In danger alert&lt;br /&gt;And strangeness songs&lt;br /&gt;Of bottomless glistening mode&lt;br /&gt;That seems to go forever - like goose-flesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-3766425725443314161?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/3766425725443314161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=3766425725443314161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/3766425725443314161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/3766425725443314161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-nocturnal-dreams-daytime.html' title='Of Nocturnal Dreams Daytime'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-4272354425066801400</id><published>2007-11-02T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:52:25.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love - Each Moment</title><content type='html'>My love - each moment has its hereafter&lt;br /&gt;The rainy clouds that fluid with its fresh rain&lt;br /&gt;Sunny day with its yearning and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Worth its gold ingots in every grain&lt;br /&gt;Cold up close and burning heart's desires &lt;br /&gt;That flow behind and in the parts of life&lt;br /&gt;Love we make in earthly ways and fires&lt;br /&gt;With all we have and need to give in strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our morning comes in daybreaks so clear&lt;br /&gt;With youthful moments and their young kisses&lt;br /&gt;Friendship treasures full of each surprise&lt;br /&gt;We build on time as life harasses near&lt;br /&gt;With emptiness extinction one misses&lt;br /&gt;Until shadows fill up our torching skies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-4272354425066801400?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/4272354425066801400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=4272354425066801400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4272354425066801400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/4272354425066801400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-love-each-moment.html' title='My Love - Each Moment'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217495983260049837.post-2546748117599975258</id><published>2007-11-02T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:55:48.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drizzles of Time</title><content type='html'>Drizzles of time the thoughts we have here sown&lt;br /&gt;Interminable with its feather touches&lt;br /&gt;Through futures of circles and sky blown&lt;br /&gt;With each their means and too many clutches&lt;br /&gt;In a tranquil delusion the head lolls on&lt;br /&gt;All is without or coming there within&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in their drifting until they are gone&lt;br /&gt;Showing clear skies with freshly buoyancy spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fires interrupting with their kiss&lt;br /&gt;Eve of tinctures to sleeping travel&lt;br /&gt;That sleeplessness has woven for dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow deportment of songs and bliss&lt;br /&gt;With beautiful thoughts for us to marvel&lt;br /&gt;While hours of lateness are redeeming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2546748117599975258?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2546748117599975258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2546748117599975258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2546748117599975258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2546748117599975258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/drizzles-of-time.html' title='Drizzles of Time'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-6362051345484712138</id><published>2007-11-02T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:02:35.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purposes Fill Every Thought Around</title><content type='html'>Distinguish between loves that we found&lt;br /&gt;With touches to share in drizzles concourse&lt;br /&gt;Purposes fill every thought around&lt;br /&gt;The way and the whole mean of living force&lt;br /&gt;Life is what it is with its chips away&lt;br /&gt;Interminable trickles through its new track&lt;br /&gt;Just like distances and earth in its clay&lt;br /&gt;Filling their pat with each their assent crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is with years like clusters of atoms&lt;br /&gt;Replacing grapes with vines of sweet&lt;br /&gt;Eager to erase even absence scars&lt;br /&gt;Fillings of times continues stratums&lt;br /&gt;Picks for future you everyday meet&lt;br /&gt;Wonderment of love and their isobars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-6362051345484712138?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/6362051345484712138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=6362051345484712138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6362051345484712138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6362051345484712138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/purposes-fill-every-thought-around.html' title='Purposes Fill Every Thought 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-5217495983260049837.post-5248559208393158804</id><published>2007-11-01T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:58:57.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Dream for Me Today</title><content type='html'>Give me your dream right now&lt;br /&gt;I have missed it so much&lt;br /&gt;Because fallible I am somehow&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like stars out of touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where to run to alone&lt;br /&gt;The carvel of time have found me&lt;br /&gt;Within I recall fairies flown&lt;br /&gt;Giving their trials forever to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream dream for me today&lt;br /&gt;Light every flame - its farewell&lt;br /&gt;Come here and laden its play&lt;br /&gt;In to its wandering airy spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way to hillsides&lt;br /&gt;With bridges to roads not gone&lt;br /&gt;Mountains in faraway landslides&lt;br /&gt;Those carry the landscapes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warp every worth their stroke&lt;br /&gt;In to the moments of desire&lt;br /&gt;Like ambiance eve to evoke&lt;br /&gt;Horizon’s filament like red fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream dream for me today&lt;br /&gt;Light every flame - its fuel cell&lt;br /&gt;Come here and show the way&lt;br /&gt;Where there are moods to foretell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here and laden its play&lt;br /&gt;In to its wandering airy spell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-5248559208393158804?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/5248559208393158804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=5248559208393158804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5248559208393158804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5248559208393158804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/dream-dream-for-me-today.html' title='Dream Dream for Me Today'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-2819238115145574205</id><published>2007-11-01T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:00:44.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Should Always Speak Love</title><content type='html'>We should always speak Love - to make its way&lt;br /&gt;For nothing can come that you don't prepare&lt;br /&gt;A light will not come if there is no day&lt;br /&gt;Or fire to bring - and the dark away snare&lt;br /&gt;Each thought is the same and becomes you&lt;br /&gt;If you bring its secrets crossing here on&lt;br /&gt;We have powers to bring the ideal through&lt;br /&gt;Or let our own love from this world be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's easy that needs awareness&lt;br /&gt;To be build like the stars and moon above&lt;br /&gt;Wishing stars we are - also of realty!&lt;br /&gt;With a heart and much light in our fairness&lt;br /&gt;And nothing must stand in the way of Love&lt;br /&gt;Because then it shall drift - never to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-2819238115145574205?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/2819238115145574205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=2819238115145574205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2819238115145574205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/2819238115145574205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-should-always-speak-love.html' title='We Should Always Speak 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-5217495983260049837.post-7831439619756076096</id><published>2007-11-01T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:44:13.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivers Of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>We are the dusk of long gone yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Just like the stars afar burning dim beams&lt;br /&gt;Moods of days that to the evening plays&lt;br /&gt;Rivers of thoughts that to the oceans streams&lt;br /&gt;Lonely sky from the state of insight&lt;br /&gt;Playfully give what we contribute to&lt;br /&gt;The morning that comes is our own light&lt;br /&gt;A circling past to the freshness of new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every life's path - in forest of being&lt;br /&gt;Emotions of sorrows - gladness to come&lt;br /&gt;What you have done and given to the past&lt;br /&gt;Stars and ways to the futures are seeing&lt;br /&gt;Several started where the bedrock's are from&lt;br /&gt;Laying to the groundwork each their coming cast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-7831439619756076096?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/7831439619756076096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=7831439619756076096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7831439619756076096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7831439619756076096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/rivers-of-thoughts.html' title='Rivers Of Thoughts'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-3731566324192120516</id><published>2007-11-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:29:30.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Truths in Silences</title><content type='html'>World is a bolt of inside lightening&lt;br /&gt;Stony towers of explode thunder falls&lt;br /&gt;Possible truths in silences heightening&lt;br /&gt;After prime summer has left with its calls&lt;br /&gt;New waves that come to light and explore&lt;br /&gt;Thick-shadowed meteor in names of things&lt;br /&gt;Something the beam didn't notice before&lt;br /&gt;And to the magic of new forms now sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrify transparent happiness&lt;br /&gt;Dim touches of the velour in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Down from the sky to delight the benighted&lt;br /&gt;The glorious daybreak to become here less&lt;br /&gt;In the icicle mirrored wintriness glass&lt;br /&gt;That wintry weather again has ignited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-3731566324192120516?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/3731566324192120516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=3731566324192120516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/3731566324192120516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/3731566324192120516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/possible-truths-in-silences.html' title='Possible Truths in Silences'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-8954038930098830602</id><published>2007-11-01T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:29:48.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Ways Are Coming</title><content type='html'>O children of the sea and deep water&lt;br /&gt;Your eye stones are like moons on a glow&lt;br /&gt;Where are now the clouds drifting sky's daughter&lt;br /&gt;With sunshine melting footsteps in the snow&lt;br /&gt;A day has come once more in its flower&lt;br /&gt;With morning clear in their undercover&lt;br /&gt;Like burning stars were here to empower&lt;br /&gt;Seashore and sky ring live-in lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ways are coming in its empire&lt;br /&gt;Down to the fibers and roots hidden most&lt;br /&gt;In winter singing at the highest branch&lt;br /&gt;To quench out the autumn's coloring fire&lt;br /&gt;That to leaves had gone like rusty roast&lt;br /&gt;And give their appearance - very last chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-8954038930098830602?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/8954038930098830602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=8954038930098830602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/8954038930098830602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/8954038930098830602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-ways-are-coming.html' title='The Night Ways Are Coming'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-1949270125951673662</id><published>2007-11-01T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T05:47:28.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings like Fever</title><content type='html'>I have dreamt every dream to come true&lt;br /&gt;With the love songs that are coming once more&lt;br /&gt;Every hour to be here by with you&lt;br /&gt;Evolving each new word what those dreams are&lt;br /&gt;Giving glow of every day and night&lt;br /&gt;That I have enjoyed being here with you and close&lt;br /&gt;Like a summer with daybreak in so bight&lt;br /&gt;And every cloud that from clear sky goes&lt;br /&gt;Here with you I'm tenderly almost gone&lt;br /&gt;With the thousands of holdings and its care&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like fever in evenings on&lt;br /&gt;From your marrow and climax it will steer&lt;br /&gt;Like sunset to afternoon you bring dreams&lt;br /&gt;Star glisten skies in their unresting reams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-1949270125951673662?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/1949270125951673662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=1949270125951673662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1949270125951673662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1949270125951673662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/feelings-like-fever.html' title='Feelings like Fever'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-8082140565602852128</id><published>2007-11-01T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T05:45:24.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is Waiting</title><content type='html'>Flowers of the young new seeds they must grow&lt;br /&gt;Sowing on the fields of tomorrow's daybreak&lt;br /&gt;Each in their own from the morning will glow&lt;br /&gt;That from your footsteps of beams you will wake&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of past from the inside might call&lt;br /&gt;Give grayish tinctures from the glooms of dark&lt;br /&gt;From their corners where diffusion befall&lt;br /&gt;Someday again to glisten shall spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be what you are and rise to growing name&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is waiting within its reach&lt;br /&gt;With the height of azure in the sky deep&lt;br /&gt;We are the ways and the contrasting flame&lt;br /&gt;Each in our learning to the others teach&lt;br /&gt;Seedlings of earth with experience to keep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-8082140565602852128?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/8082140565602852128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=8082140565602852128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/8082140565602852128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/8082140565602852128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/11/tomorrow-is-waiting.html' title='Tomorrow is Waiting'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-1009716241695533653</id><published>2007-10-31T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:22:38.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Rooms Full Of Noise</title><content type='html'>Sudden heavy fall though the time doorways &lt;br /&gt;With rooms full of noise and of snapping sparks&lt;br /&gt;Tone colors of the full orchestra plays&lt;br /&gt;In to the grindings of tomorrow arks&lt;br /&gt;Shading's of the fire candlesticks of span&lt;br /&gt;Crowing the hour and instant set ajar&lt;br /&gt;Rays after nightfall to attire each scan&lt;br /&gt;Note at a time in its rhythmical bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans of greatness full rout of its bray&lt;br /&gt;Forced from the moderation waving need&lt;br /&gt;Spinning its rapture in to the far split&lt;br /&gt;Black holes white holes opposite play&lt;br /&gt;In with understanding that life may read&lt;br /&gt;To the ever gyrating abyss knit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-1009716241695533653?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/1009716241695533653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=1009716241695533653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1009716241695533653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/1009716241695533653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/10/with-rooms-full-of-noise.html' title='With Rooms Full Of Noise'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-6033762909459181023</id><published>2007-10-31T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:09:00.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carillon Tunes</title><content type='html'>Carried by undulation of drizzling clouds&lt;br /&gt;Through the kingdom of longing with fresh air&lt;br /&gt;Opening passes of autumn time crowds&lt;br /&gt;In their endures of powers and flair&lt;br /&gt;Light of the new irrevocable fragile&lt;br /&gt;Images of love along without doubt&lt;br /&gt;Something to last the oblivion while&lt;br /&gt;Carillons tunes not to fade-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly to avail like travelers along&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine and rain crossing through shadow&lt;br /&gt;Increment with their passions up waking&lt;br /&gt;Love in the words with the love in their song&lt;br /&gt;Just like a morning of their new dawn's glow&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling of sweetness forever making&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-6033762909459181023?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/6033762909459181023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=6033762909459181023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6033762909459181023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/6033762909459181023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/10/carillon-tunes.html' title='Carillon Tunes'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-5260329932547438596</id><published>2007-10-31T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:35:10.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere to Go</title><content type='html'>Nowhere to go right now&lt;br /&gt;Only to whisper soft words&lt;br /&gt;We shall come here back somehow&lt;br /&gt;With our lonesome flirts&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays gave their evening&lt;br /&gt;In their dark and in white&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you beautiful singing&lt;br /&gt;Just like a luminous steering light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we have underneath the skin&lt;br /&gt;Sinking our thoughts to dry&lt;br /&gt;Love songs and lines to fill in&lt;br /&gt;Asking some questions of why&lt;br /&gt;Waves that are going here through&lt;br /&gt;Like emotions from the air&lt;br /&gt;Both of us to the very renew&lt;br /&gt;Drifting to places from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me thinking for pleasures&lt;br /&gt;That might hide here inside&lt;br /&gt;Tracking of longings erasures&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the moments must guide&lt;br /&gt;You are my anchor of epoch&lt;br /&gt;Something that holds me and fills&lt;br /&gt;Evaluating out tide’s clock&lt;br /&gt;Photograph motions and stills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-5260329932547438596?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/5260329932547438596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=5260329932547438596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5260329932547438596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/5260329932547438596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/10/nowhere-to-go.html' title='Nowhere to Go'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-419631315802877983</id><published>2007-10-31T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:34:54.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;With a song that tunes itself&lt;br /&gt;Over and over like water&lt;br /&gt;For the love of each day&lt;br /&gt;And we must feel inside what it is&lt;br /&gt;Turning our spirits to the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we feel inside this song&lt;br /&gt;Rotating sideways over to you&lt;br /&gt;Letting thoughts flood on air&lt;br /&gt;Outside in the drifting breeze&lt;br /&gt;Where our compassion is growing steady&lt;br /&gt;Once more on its go&lt;br /&gt;And the ideas are circling everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to bring it back&lt;br /&gt;That got lost once on its way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear this song from you&lt;br /&gt;Spinning freshly lines through&lt;br /&gt;Every vision that came to reality&lt;br /&gt;When the moments gave opportunities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-419631315802877983?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/419631315802877983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=419631315802877983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/419631315802877983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/419631315802877983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><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-5217495983260049837.post-7291483233917587561</id><published>2007-10-30T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:17:45.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Flowers</title><content type='html'>Dreams are sometimes like sea waves&lt;br /&gt;Coming forward and gazing the time through&lt;br /&gt;To each new longing their footsteps paves&lt;br /&gt;With every wishing that's up to you&lt;br /&gt;Pure and working each their fortune are drawn&lt;br /&gt;From old melancholy approach of heart&lt;br /&gt;Purple flowers and afternoons dark eyed swans&lt;br /&gt;In every frail minute dream shall start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that are drifting will come to the hour&lt;br /&gt;And give of their poems some happiness born&lt;br /&gt;Old to new like crystals constellations&lt;br /&gt;Every tincture and hidden flower&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts of many ways always fresh worn&lt;br /&gt;In each their adornment new formations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5217495983260049837-7291483233917587561?l=new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/feeds/7291483233917587561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5217495983260049837&amp;postID=7291483233917587561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7291483233917587561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5217495983260049837/posts/default/7291483233917587561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-waves-to-the-shore.blogspot.com/2007/10/purple-flowers.html' title='Purple Flowers'/><author><name>Peter S. 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