<?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-1147922381018563465</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:14.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Songsters Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.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-1147922381018563465.post-6544205168699911921</id><published>2008-12-27T08:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:00:27.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Time after This</title><content type='html'>There is no time after this&lt;br /&gt;Only some time in growing old&lt;br /&gt;Futures are coming like bliss&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the waves that hold&lt;br /&gt;To the daydreaming on to deep&lt;br /&gt;Fast and slow motions turning&lt;br /&gt;Nothing forever ours to keep&lt;br /&gt;Every bridge crossing burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no life onward to live&lt;br /&gt;If it can't show what you need&lt;br /&gt;You must connect on to and live&lt;br /&gt;And learn from what you'll read&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hold to give or take&lt;br /&gt;Taste is a way to make it real&lt;br /&gt;In fresh thoughts you´ll awake&lt;br /&gt;If you'll catch what you did feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no afterward in new&lt;br /&gt;Only holding on to make advance&lt;br /&gt;Trust an instinct it becomes you&lt;br /&gt;Like opportunity need its chance&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s easy coming or going&lt;br /&gt;Its only moment forward or past&lt;br /&gt;So much outline to the showing&lt;br /&gt;Giving a framework for its cast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-6544205168699911921?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6544205168699911921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=6544205168699911921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6544205168699911921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6544205168699911921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-no-time-after-this.html' title='There Is No Time after This'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-4621440575606091020</id><published>2008-12-27T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T08:59:50.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You, But...</title><content type='html'>I Love you, but...&lt;br /&gt;I love you with my heart bomb&lt;br /&gt;You are the neighbor I got&lt;br /&gt;I'm making you a tomb&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Love you, yes...?&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm hiding my face&lt;br /&gt;My love and caress&lt;br /&gt;Is blasting many ways&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I shall close my arms around&lt;br /&gt;With a wall you cannot climb&lt;br /&gt;Never allow you to be found&lt;br /&gt;In yours and my - lifetime&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love you with a mask&lt;br /&gt;And I'll give you love's debate&lt;br /&gt;What is it? - you may ask&lt;br /&gt;It’s passion's lust and its hate&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Love you, no...?&lt;br /&gt;You might go on asking&lt;br /&gt;But our seeds will grow&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill love-neighbors’ tasking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-4621440575606091020?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4621440575606091020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=4621440575606091020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/4621440575606091020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/4621440575606091020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-but.html' title='I Love You, But...'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-1311290512926703032</id><published>2008-12-27T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:21:40.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Living Road</title><content type='html'>The Living road&lt;br /&gt;The days of the dream world&lt;br /&gt;Carrying away lives load&lt;br /&gt;Through the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the air high&lt;br /&gt;With the realities of another &lt;br /&gt;Something from yonder sky&lt;br /&gt;With your sister and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Living road deep&lt;br /&gt;To rising of new day&lt;br /&gt;Every thought that the hours sweep&lt;br /&gt;Into the molding earthy clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the far &lt;br /&gt;In distances trance&lt;br /&gt;Where everything will &lt;br /&gt;Reach its goal&lt;br /&gt;And we have our &lt;br /&gt;Own ways and chance&lt;br /&gt;Through the forces &lt;br /&gt;Of every role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the air high&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there is its unknown&lt;br /&gt;We shall reach it as time flies&lt;br /&gt;Making it all our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will come of nothing&lt;br /&gt;Only the distance far-out &lt;br /&gt;Time is tick tick and bluffing&lt;br /&gt;We are just inside about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Living road &lt;br /&gt;Oh living road&lt;br /&gt;On to the far &lt;br /&gt;In distance trance&lt;br /&gt;Where everything will &lt;br /&gt;Reach its goal&lt;br /&gt;And we have our &lt;br /&gt;Own ways and chance&lt;br /&gt;Through the forces &lt;br /&gt;Of every role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Living road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-1311290512926703032?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1311290512926703032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=1311290512926703032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1311290512926703032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1311290512926703032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/living-road.html' title='The Living Road'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-2639370758601039414</id><published>2008-12-27T04:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:34:45.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Love Is Like the Dry Ice</title><content type='html'>Bitter love is like the dry ice always&lt;br /&gt;So icy in sorrow and dimly cold&lt;br /&gt;With plentiful colorless passion in grays&lt;br /&gt;Nothing worthy of inner mode to hold&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness that quickly quench tender fire&lt;br /&gt;And pouring from its ice of frozen thought&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to yearn or from flowers of desire&lt;br /&gt;Only through distances to you it's brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straying up in smoke each pleasure from within&lt;br /&gt;Where crown of your petals are withering&lt;br /&gt;Nothing filled with dawn only twilight's twin&lt;br /&gt;Uneven surfaces of love slithering&lt;br /&gt;Not to come in love's completeness around&lt;br /&gt;Only to astringent strings forever bound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-2639370758601039414?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2639370758601039414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=2639370758601039414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2639370758601039414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2639370758601039414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/bitter-love-is-like-dry-ice.html' title='Bitter Love Is Like the Dry Ice'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-7381800998112855261</id><published>2008-12-27T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:40:15.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Bring Me To Your Other Side</title><content type='html'>Please bring me to your other side of the heart&lt;br /&gt;The darker side that is much like dark moon&lt;br /&gt;Where your feelings in first steps flowing start&lt;br /&gt;And where you fly out in your red balloon&lt;br /&gt;The dreams to faraway islands in between&lt;br /&gt;Of closeness and love that touches the day&lt;br /&gt;The roots of the growing of passion not seen&lt;br /&gt;That comes like ivies in their steeping way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s inside from here to the corners outside&lt;br /&gt;Your silky smooth skin of caressing love&lt;br /&gt;The surface of your beat in each their abide&lt;br /&gt;Like castles in clouds faraway and above&lt;br /&gt;Go carry my heart to your pound of throbbing&lt;br /&gt;With each its fine-drawn softness bobbing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-7381800998112855261?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7381800998112855261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=7381800998112855261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7381800998112855261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7381800998112855261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-bring-me-to-your-other-side.html' title='Please Bring Me To Your Other Side'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147922381018563465.post-5035503414623468224</id><published>2008-12-26T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:26:44.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone’s Nobody Knowing</title><content type='html'>I'll take my hat and leave&lt;br /&gt;And walk the street of many&lt;br /&gt;Where the moments are brief&lt;br /&gt;Of thoughts from almost any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt cold but almost close&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking there by&lt;br /&gt;In this woven life that goes&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds of drift in sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed so lonely&lt;br /&gt;In doing their restlessly own&lt;br /&gt;We meet all with eyes-only&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else is shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many crowded streets&lt;br /&gt;Are always so alone going&lt;br /&gt;And no one there really meets&lt;br /&gt;For anyone’s nobody knowing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-5035503414623468224?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5035503414623468224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=5035503414623468224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5035503414623468224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5035503414623468224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/anyones-nobody-knowing.html' title='Anyone’s Nobody Knowing'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-5677685631668529760</id><published>2008-12-26T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:11:03.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Catch a Cloud</title><content type='html'>I will catch a cloud up on the high there&lt;br /&gt;In its murky fluffy and all going day&lt;br /&gt;Around circling to places everywhere&lt;br /&gt;They don't wait a minute on their long way&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up in the morning to find a new&lt;br /&gt;And never stop trying to wonder too high&lt;br /&gt;The clouds are always on time coming through&lt;br /&gt;On to sky in dimming winter's lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like fresh air in cold stream&lt;br /&gt;Going through the day and night on its weightless&lt;br /&gt;With the rising to new day breaking beam&lt;br /&gt;When the new in the morning you caress&lt;br /&gt;Every going day is another carrying&lt;br /&gt;Various hazy mists through the sky varying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-5677685631668529760?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5677685631668529760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=5677685631668529760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5677685631668529760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5677685631668529760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-catch-cloud.html' title='I Will Catch a Cloud'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-6486760072153418291</id><published>2008-12-26T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:10:13.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memories Retrieving – Sonnet</title><content type='html'>I walked through the wasteland of frosty field&lt;br /&gt;To find only a silvery rose of cold&lt;br /&gt;Its buds where many and some were still sealed&lt;br /&gt;And thorns of its rime where still icy to hold&lt;br /&gt;The tangling realms of winter's dark blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Are now in those footsteps of a year leaving&lt;br /&gt;They will soon walk the snow on to their goodbye&lt;br /&gt;With our hearts in memories retrieving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful morning of copper-red daybreak&lt;br /&gt;Shall move on in time and there be neglected&lt;br /&gt;And another year born in to its new wake&lt;br /&gt;That no one before has liven or inspected&lt;br /&gt;Their rises and loss in vineyards or flurries&lt;br /&gt;Along with old forgotten years and worries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-6486760072153418291?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6486760072153418291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=6486760072153418291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6486760072153418291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6486760072153418291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-memories-retrieving-sonnet.html' title='In Memories Retrieving – 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-1147922381018563465.post-585814468380692539</id><published>2008-12-26T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:09:13.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Out – The Sky</title><content type='html'>Far out&lt;br /&gt;The sky&lt;br /&gt;Love reaches empty&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere about&lt;br /&gt;Where echoes cry&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love song &lt;br /&gt;Of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Beating strong&lt;br /&gt;From its start&lt;br /&gt;Far out&lt;br /&gt;The sky&lt;br /&gt;Through the time&lt;br /&gt;Of reasons found&lt;br /&gt;In this rime&lt;br /&gt;Of winter hardship&lt;br /&gt;Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far out&lt;br /&gt;The sky&lt;br /&gt;We must fly on&lt;br /&gt;To the new reach&lt;br /&gt;Till the woe is gone&lt;br /&gt;To give and teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love song&lt;br /&gt;Of wildness&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into fire&lt;br /&gt;Of life's caress&lt;br /&gt;And new desire&lt;br /&gt;Where love goes steady&lt;br /&gt;Beat lives there&lt;br /&gt;And life is ready&lt;br /&gt;To lead from here&lt;br /&gt;In this rime&lt;br /&gt;Of winter hardship&lt;br /&gt;Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far out&lt;br /&gt;The sky&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made out my wings&lt;br /&gt;Falling on waves&lt;br /&gt;To a distance dawn&lt;br /&gt;Far out&lt;br /&gt;The sky&lt;br /&gt;Where echoes sing&lt;br /&gt;And my heart craves&lt;br /&gt;The silvery swan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-585814468380692539?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/585814468380692539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=585814468380692539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/585814468380692539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/585814468380692539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/far-out-sky.html' title='Far Out – 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-1147922381018563465.post-1235155762406197635</id><published>2008-12-23T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:12:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Love - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>Sweet love of its many wandering ways&lt;br /&gt;Through the spiky passions of each fresh play&lt;br /&gt;The night to crack of dawn of many rays&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine of the heart and its compartments lay&lt;br /&gt;Oh tender fire of the evening blossom&lt;br /&gt;Where the hour of life is in cool waves&lt;br /&gt;And where each flower of beauty is from&lt;br /&gt;And every new longing that love craves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is because of love and its heart&lt;br /&gt;A garden of passion and glowing burn&lt;br /&gt;Where every feeling in instance will start&lt;br /&gt;Taken to be filled in each of its turn&lt;br /&gt;True love is always around to be found&lt;br /&gt;And comes like circling sea waves around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-1235155762406197635?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1235155762406197635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=1235155762406197635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1235155762406197635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1235155762406197635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-love-sonnet.html' title='Sweet Love - 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-1147922381018563465.post-311010056645094990</id><published>2008-12-23T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:47:34.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Happy Moments Arriving</title><content type='html'>To happy moments arriving&lt;br /&gt;I shall give one of my all&lt;br /&gt;Everything there contriving&lt;br /&gt;That to my heart will call&lt;br /&gt;Lights so twinkling bright&lt;br /&gt;In the many days going&lt;br /&gt;These are a happy Jul night&lt;br /&gt;Of chime and lights glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the hours that are falling&lt;br /&gt;Into the deep of old time&lt;br /&gt;Some yesterday's still calling&lt;br /&gt;As moments away climb&lt;br /&gt;In drift of minutes snowing&lt;br /&gt;With their white silver thread&lt;br /&gt;Our minds are down slowing&lt;br /&gt;In thoughts once aforesaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To happy times now here&lt;br /&gt;These lovely hours giving&lt;br /&gt;What we find close and dear&lt;br /&gt;And truly in our hearts living&lt;br /&gt;The moments of light and dark&lt;br /&gt;That comes here now around&lt;br /&gt;With every its glowing spark&lt;br /&gt;That in these days is found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-311010056645094990?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/311010056645094990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=311010056645094990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/311010056645094990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/311010056645094990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-happy-moments-arriving.html' title='To Happy Moments Arriving'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-2137009246449581508</id><published>2008-12-22T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:53:20.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dualistic Two - Yin &amp; Yang</title><content type='html'>The dawning of the deep&lt;br /&gt;Like the clouds of sky faraway&lt;br /&gt;In time´s moment's leap&lt;br /&gt;Of the hours of night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every contact it's carrying&lt;br /&gt;Both the simple moods and straight&lt;br /&gt;Through contrast inter-varying&lt;br /&gt;Of life time's debate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its sleep in fresh awakening&lt;br /&gt;And the day that meets the night&lt;br /&gt;Waves of redeem beckoning&lt;br /&gt;Through flowers of opposite flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every new meaning in its difference&lt;br /&gt;That shall go through many ways&lt;br /&gt;In its momentary acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Of course or path to various lays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those disparities of roots to live&lt;br /&gt;In habits of lives and everything&lt;br /&gt;What you to nature must later give&lt;br /&gt;And to your own time inside bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every finger of its open road&lt;br /&gt;In times to live and die there too&lt;br /&gt;Wings you moved so fast then slowed&lt;br /&gt;The cosmic principle &lt;br /&gt;Of the dualistic two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-2137009246449581508?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2137009246449581508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=2137009246449581508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2137009246449581508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2137009246449581508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/dualistic-two-yin-yang.html' title='The Dualistic Two - Yin &amp; Yang'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-5625078076737992667</id><published>2008-12-22T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:50:36.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Openness Through (Sonnet)</title><content type='html'>The impressive days of love are going by&lt;br /&gt;With the wings to fly in their true about&lt;br /&gt;In openness through the blue and cloudy sky&lt;br /&gt;And carrying their freshness without any doubt&lt;br /&gt;The moments that to silences have given&lt;br /&gt;The voices of the heart and fields of green&lt;br /&gt;When eternity passes or is liven&lt;br /&gt;Of their beats of endures and between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the woods are carried with the freshly air&lt;br /&gt;On the winds of fragrance breathy so sweet&lt;br /&gt;And each dissensions comes to closure here&lt;br /&gt;Through leaves of the golden-red that have bleat&lt;br /&gt;To our autumn that carries openness on&lt;br /&gt;Through winter's shallow time till those are gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-5625078076737992667?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5625078076737992667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=5625078076737992667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5625078076737992667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5625078076737992667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-openness-through-sonnet.html' title='In Openness Through (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-1147922381018563465.post-3180879630597411499</id><published>2008-12-22T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:50:05.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is Window of Time</title><content type='html'>My heart is window of time&lt;br /&gt;With the ways that lie many times ahead&lt;br /&gt;The climbing of its made begrime&lt;br /&gt;That with each robe to the high is read&lt;br /&gt;A way of the oceans so smoothly&lt;br /&gt;And a sky with an open cleanness&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is coming of entry free&lt;br /&gt;And shows it to roundness of leanness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hours from dark waving times&lt;br /&gt;From when it was only a shadow&lt;br /&gt;And the sea was vast in its dark sublimes&lt;br /&gt;With momentarily splinter of glow&lt;br /&gt;As these times were of my forgotten past&lt;br /&gt;The lays of the shallow ground liven&lt;br /&gt;A cornerstone of colors to give it a cast&lt;br /&gt;That from outspoken ways was given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My footsteps are now going to prospect&lt;br /&gt;Of distances running its outcome&lt;br /&gt;To give life new meaning from reject&lt;br /&gt;And end every denunciation accustom&lt;br /&gt;Yet what shall tomorrow bring to its door&lt;br /&gt;And lay down for a prospect to make-do&lt;br /&gt;If we shall not feel what the climb’s for&lt;br /&gt;And we to this new-fangled frontage drew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-3180879630597411499?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3180879630597411499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=3180879630597411499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3180879630597411499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3180879630597411499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-heart-is-window-of-time.html' title='My Heart Is Window 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-1147922381018563465.post-1947531384319348401</id><published>2008-12-22T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:54:29.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much of Love – Sonnet</title><content type='html'>So much of love is looked in memories&lt;br /&gt;And great still rivers of times own photos&lt;br /&gt;The softly and crafted wind of summer trees&lt;br /&gt;In sustained tranquility that away goes&lt;br /&gt;These are never of pure material forms&lt;br /&gt;They have their inner soul of ships of sand pure&lt;br /&gt;Where flight of yesterdays have withered in dorms&lt;br /&gt;And the knots of time untied their ligature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All love's weaving from calendars of earth foam&lt;br /&gt;In courtyards lonely of secrets made&lt;br /&gt;Pure stones of planets shading chromosome&lt;br /&gt;That on to autumn forever has to fade&lt;br /&gt;The circle unties the winding onward road&lt;br /&gt;With each moment that had its ways and load&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-1947531384319348401?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1947531384319348401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=1947531384319348401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1947531384319348401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1947531384319348401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-much-of-love-sonnet.html' title='So Much of Love – 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-1147922381018563465.post-1147141175441289354</id><published>2008-12-21T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:31:59.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Heart You Are the Jewel</title><content type='html'>In my heart you are the jewel&lt;br /&gt;Of your way and splendid thought&lt;br /&gt;Gateways to the beats that rule&lt;br /&gt;With its turns of don't and ought&lt;br /&gt;Anything that comes to your name&lt;br /&gt;With the pulses that may create&lt;br /&gt;Never to be in my world the same&lt;br /&gt;With its gestures or its debate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graceful earth that you walk on&lt;br /&gt;Every hour of its truest bliss&lt;br /&gt;Like the green forest of Amazon&lt;br /&gt;Are the ways that you will kiss&lt;br /&gt;From the billow waves of ocean&lt;br /&gt;I can see your reflecting face&lt;br /&gt;Each line drawn and its emotion&lt;br /&gt;All your limbs and beauty grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are endless reflecting vast&lt;br /&gt;In deepness of my inner light&lt;br /&gt;Earth in summer greenly grassed&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy wings in the moon night&lt;br /&gt;Every hour that will stand still&lt;br /&gt;Through dreams to know and feel&lt;br /&gt;Endless pleasures to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Fairy reverie that cannot be real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-1147141175441289354?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1147141175441289354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=1147141175441289354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1147141175441289354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1147141175441289354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-my-heart-you-are-jewel.html' title='In My Heart You Are the Jewel'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-7884908567960200781</id><published>2008-12-20T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:34:18.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is a Dream to the Long and Faraway</title><content type='html'>There is a dream to the long and faraway&lt;br /&gt;Where the longings of beyond touch the dim distance&lt;br /&gt;And where my heart shall wake up first of day&lt;br /&gt;When the daybreak comes in with its trance&lt;br /&gt;O river of time within wakeful sea&lt;br /&gt;The destines onward with the wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;My tongue that is known from inside of me&lt;br /&gt;That shall touch my mood with the dreams of sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing is bond to the spot of earth&lt;br /&gt;Only to be on its circle for evermore&lt;br /&gt;In haze of its time and in ever rebirth&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the goal of unknown distance shore&lt;br /&gt;The faraway visions my heart's to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;My way through the forest and up the hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-7884908567960200781?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7884908567960200781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=7884908567960200781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7884908567960200781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7884908567960200781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-dream-to-long-and-faraway.html' title='There Is a Dream to the Long and Faraway'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-2360752487638879979</id><published>2008-12-20T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:32:07.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All That's In Green</title><content type='html'>All that's in green&lt;br /&gt;And between&lt;br /&gt;Now yellow ways&lt;br /&gt;That I have seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves of brown &lt;br /&gt;In the town&lt;br /&gt;And streets of gray&lt;br /&gt;In winter's gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of dappled dreams&lt;br /&gt;And gloomy beams&lt;br /&gt;Of its dark mood&lt;br /&gt;In nocturnal seams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echoing in the city&lt;br /&gt;All its glisten tidy&lt;br /&gt;Of the rimes intrude&lt;br /&gt;Glowing so witty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard in its shell&lt;br /&gt;And whitish soft spell&lt;br /&gt;Of little silvery star&lt;br /&gt;Mirroring well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is time for gold&lt;br /&gt;Light of twinkling hold&lt;br /&gt;For the times are&lt;br /&gt;Gifts from paper unfold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-2360752487638879979?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2360752487638879979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=2360752487638879979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2360752487638879979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2360752487638879979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-thats-in-green.html' title='All That&apos;s In Green'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-6718893299912919537</id><published>2008-12-20T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:39:15.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drops from the Clouds</title><content type='html'>The fire has its flames&lt;br /&gt;Of burning out desire&lt;br /&gt;These feelings are names&lt;br /&gt;That grows in tender higher&lt;br /&gt;Like inside to deliver&lt;br /&gt;What it is there to give&lt;br /&gt;The ways of sway shiver&lt;br /&gt;Of torches that won't live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drops from the clouds&lt;br /&gt;In falling rain shower&lt;br /&gt;Among the lonely crowds&lt;br /&gt;Of every down going hour&lt;br /&gt;The weeps in the crying&lt;br /&gt;Those fill the empty void&lt;br /&gt;In feelings that are dying&lt;br /&gt;Or almost full destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like butterflies are going&lt;br /&gt;On to the hazy blue air&lt;br /&gt;And thoughts almost knowing&lt;br /&gt;Of love that wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;Dusk in heart beat burning&lt;br /&gt;And settling its pulse&lt;br /&gt;To never again returning&lt;br /&gt;Its empty way and trifles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-6718893299912919537?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6718893299912919537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=6718893299912919537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6718893299912919537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6718893299912919537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/drops-from-clouds.html' title='Drops from the Clouds'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-2382903608178374943</id><published>2008-12-20T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:05:39.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem Has a Purpose</title><content type='html'>A poem has a purpose by its ways and aim&lt;br /&gt;To give you understanding of its thought&lt;br /&gt;To be a part of earth that's never the same&lt;br /&gt;And each of its tide that forward is brought&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of inside with wings of freedom&lt;br /&gt;And never to let any thoughtless go through&lt;br /&gt;Be of its innocence living blossom&lt;br /&gt;Give it to the heart that is near to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem of songs to fill the air of love&lt;br /&gt;Raise every bridge to goings there are done&lt;br /&gt;Like clouds fairy and lofty here above&lt;br /&gt;That always shall carry their moments in sun&lt;br /&gt;You and I shall have these poems for our heart&lt;br /&gt;To find every question that love did start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-2382903608178374943?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2382903608178374943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=2382903608178374943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2382903608178374943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2382903608178374943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/poem-has-purpose.html' title='A Poem Has a Purpose'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-3189487601019504836</id><published>2008-12-20T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:47:17.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Everything We Walk To</title><content type='html'>Everything is my truest heart with you&lt;br /&gt;To bring forth into the open reachable sky&lt;br /&gt;With the moments that come inside so blue&lt;br /&gt;And never ask questions of what or why&lt;br /&gt;Where the reachable doors shall always look up&lt;br /&gt;And showing their compartments in through all&lt;br /&gt;Or day without end shall never need to stop&lt;br /&gt;For dreams shall be true both tiny and tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shape and its feeling of each they're going&lt;br /&gt;On to the hours that passes here along&lt;br /&gt;Like night in faraway horizon glowing&lt;br /&gt;Or a beautiful eve with a thought to long&lt;br /&gt;You are of me as I am of your mode&lt;br /&gt;In everything we walk to the same road&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-3189487601019504836?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3189487601019504836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=3189487601019504836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3189487601019504836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3189487601019504836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-everything-we-walk-to.html' title='In Everything We Walk To'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-2127694428265716290</id><published>2008-12-20T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:46:46.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Up the Many Spaces</title><content type='html'>Open up the many spaces&lt;br /&gt;Of your inside purpose aim&lt;br /&gt;Everything that in it graces&lt;br /&gt;And is never in there the same&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of the very joyful&lt;br /&gt;Giving many ways to touch&lt;br /&gt;When they’re aren’t cruel&lt;br /&gt;But feelings as in as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot might be going on by&lt;br /&gt;Stirring you for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Opening up wide and high&lt;br /&gt;To make it yet permanent&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is all about&lt;br /&gt;Giving each a special saying&lt;br /&gt;Have out and inside doubt&lt;br /&gt;All the thinking on weighing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never an easy play&lt;br /&gt;To the instances there on&lt;br /&gt;For like hours cannot stay&lt;br /&gt;It’ll just set off and be gone&lt;br /&gt;With everything it stood for&lt;br /&gt;Running throughout its mile&lt;br /&gt;Their shares there no more&lt;br /&gt;Only different ways and trial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-2127694428265716290?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2127694428265716290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=2127694428265716290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2127694428265716290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2127694428265716290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/open-up-many-spaces.html' title='Open Up the Many Spaces'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-7821884537486406777</id><published>2008-12-20T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:38:23.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall You Remember</title><content type='html'>Shall you remember love songs from beats of time?&lt;br /&gt;Leaping through the highways of your going ways&lt;br /&gt;When all was so rosy colored in its prime&lt;br /&gt;And you had sweet aromas of summer days&lt;br /&gt;When time was gathering its plot and touch&lt;br /&gt;And feelings were like feathers on flying high&lt;br /&gt;When we were close together and loved much&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the breezy wind of faraway sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was new like that of spring&lt;br /&gt;And our magic moments a blossom so bright&lt;br /&gt;From the coming distance of everything&lt;br /&gt;And there were no thorns in the heart from last night&lt;br /&gt;Each day we lived gave always something new&lt;br /&gt;That brought us further to what's closest and true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-7821884537486406777?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7821884537486406777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=7821884537486406777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7821884537486406777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7821884537486406777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/shall-you-remember.html' title='Shall You Remember'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147922381018563465.post-5722321352124456973</id><published>2008-12-20T04:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:33:42.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions in the Heart</title><content type='html'>Emotions in the heart is like spaces spark&lt;br /&gt;Every glowing distance from firers of deep&lt;br /&gt;Coming from vortex in inner feeling dark&lt;br /&gt;Ours to show passion and give f to keep&lt;br /&gt;Playgrounds of the waves of our deep sea&lt;br /&gt;That rushes to the shore to make us inside&lt;br /&gt;What it's that makes what's inside you and me&lt;br /&gt;Lights of days shall fall on in its curving glide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fateful hours from the roots of the calling&lt;br /&gt;Rising to captivate kernels of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Every voice from beginning's calling&lt;br /&gt;Lofty in mantle where reality tenderness start&lt;br /&gt;The whole deep flowing that shows up to live&lt;br /&gt;And transforms into love that we can give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-5722321352124456973?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5722321352124456973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=5722321352124456973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5722321352124456973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5722321352124456973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/emotions-in-heart.html' title='Emotions in the Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147922381018563465.post-6811938830398834973</id><published>2008-12-20T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:28:11.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming In Weavings Through</title><content type='html'>Where their waves come close together in&lt;br /&gt;With their clear light burst of eternal go&lt;br /&gt;Of the endless clusters from the far spin&lt;br /&gt;With drops of light and colors enacts glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and busting through its eternity&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of dazzling brightly falling mist&lt;br /&gt;All of the nothingness from the deep sea&lt;br /&gt;Lurching forever in transient magnet gist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times of silences - black and whiteness&lt;br /&gt;With their many being that vanishes through&lt;br /&gt;Collapsing its circles in wild speed caress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming in weavings through invisible and new&lt;br /&gt;The blossoms of incessant going space blooms&lt;br /&gt;Each in their dimming light nocturnal booms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-6811938830398834973?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6811938830398834973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=6811938830398834973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6811938830398834973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6811938830398834973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-in-weavings-through.html' title='Coming In Weavings Through'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-3021821997624926628</id><published>2008-12-19T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:46:26.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Often, the Night Is My Truest Of Darling</title><content type='html'>Often, the night is my truest of darling &lt;br /&gt;With wings of some myth that comes from within&lt;br /&gt;My heart to the other world abducting&lt;br /&gt;End of reality where fancy begin&lt;br /&gt;Roads to the hidden earth of magnificence&lt;br /&gt;Catch the possible of many expeditions&lt;br /&gt;With grapes of the dark eyes of innocence&lt;br /&gt;To try to distill its state and conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiery flow of the wings that shall go&lt;br /&gt;On to leaning towers of man's own essence&lt;br /&gt;And give their desire in every it's flow&lt;br /&gt;Like drink of earth's water in deliquescence&lt;br /&gt;Where the smooth glistening night butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Fly their distant in search of tomorrow's skies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-3021821997624926628?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3021821997624926628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=3021821997624926628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3021821997624926628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3021821997624926628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/often-night-is-my-truest-of-darling.html' title='Often, the Night Is My Truest Of Darling'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-424623206214340016</id><published>2008-12-19T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:47:02.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Peace Be With You</title><content type='html'>Let peace be with you&lt;br /&gt;While Christmas comes calling&lt;br /&gt;Every bell tinkling through&lt;br /&gt;With the snowflakes stars falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give everyone true peace&lt;br /&gt;With your love and good willing&lt;br /&gt;A merry happy time - Christmas trees&lt;br /&gt;Every your wish fulfilling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-424623206214340016?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/424623206214340016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=424623206214340016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/424623206214340016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/424623206214340016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-peace-be-with-you.html' title='Let Peace Be With You'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-7942682608991996298</id><published>2008-12-19T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T03:43:14.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Life Stillness</title><content type='html'>The shattered gloving of the day breaking sun&lt;br /&gt;All life stillness in times passageways&lt;br /&gt;With the feelings that through the veins now run&lt;br /&gt;Of morning coming hours and its interplays&lt;br /&gt;How much are their secrets seeping here through&lt;br /&gt;When go of timeless glowing fills the air&lt;br /&gt;Of love that conquers pace by pace sleeping new&lt;br /&gt;When the deeps of endless motions give here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To throbbing life in hours of the calling&lt;br /&gt;Where poets of life and death are finding their harp&lt;br /&gt;And creations of singing to mind's falling&lt;br /&gt;Both hazing in mist and clear in colors sharp&lt;br /&gt;These never ending creations of dancing in&lt;br /&gt;When daytime awakes in endless spin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-7942682608991996298?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7942682608991996298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=7942682608991996298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7942682608991996298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7942682608991996298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-life-stillness.html' title='All Life Stillness'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-3704828213805347547</id><published>2008-12-16T19:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:03:22.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceans Glitter Its Waves</title><content type='html'>Oceans glitter its waves&lt;br /&gt;To the sun rising faraway days&lt;br /&gt;With its wonderment and craves&lt;br /&gt;Through times turn molt many ways&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out in distance dreams&lt;br /&gt;Is the route to - the everything&lt;br /&gt;With its many hold on gleams&lt;br /&gt;That those faraway distances bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of the billows high&lt;br /&gt;For the traveler that goes around&lt;br /&gt;Where the islands of paradise lie&lt;br /&gt;And still need to be all found&lt;br /&gt;Where the sky is cloudless clear&lt;br /&gt;And the day's are longing's while&lt;br /&gt;Each their shore is almost near&lt;br /&gt;Though mist those shores still beguile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans in the faraway horizon&lt;br /&gt;Give our sails the their aim on high&lt;br /&gt;To carry fleets of thoughts on&lt;br /&gt;To the remoteness where dreams lie&lt;br /&gt;Let my harp play you my song&lt;br /&gt;With the billows that rise on new&lt;br /&gt;And each moment in thoughtful long&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out and coming through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-3704828213805347547?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3704828213805347547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=3704828213805347547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3704828213805347547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3704828213805347547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/oceans-glitter-its-waves.html' title='Oceans Glitter Its Waves'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-7700195260567650715</id><published>2008-12-16T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:02:49.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Beginning - At the End of the Seam</title><content type='html'>There's a beginning - at the end of the seam&lt;br /&gt;Something to go through wondering about&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's reality or perhaps a dream&lt;br /&gt;Remains to be seen or to bring in new doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's a blurry - to the faraway gazing&lt;br /&gt;Complex constellations in the outskirt&lt;br /&gt;What is it that man's up against and facing?&lt;br /&gt;Should he be more watchful or even alert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certifiable are some undeniably bluffing&lt;br /&gt;With a complete way-out of understanding&lt;br /&gt;The sketch of the border is only roughing&lt;br /&gt;Where something is not for sure commanding&lt;br /&gt;What it is that goes in circular around&lt;br /&gt;Into the depth of dimensions not yet found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-7700195260567650715?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7700195260567650715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=7700195260567650715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7700195260567650715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7700195260567650715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-beginning-at-end-of-seam.html' title='There&apos;s a Beginning - At the End of the Seam'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-7367770727555876554</id><published>2008-12-16T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:22:52.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snowy Winter Outside</title><content type='html'>The snowy winter outside&lt;br /&gt;In its full indistinct glow&lt;br /&gt;Through the lines to glide&lt;br /&gt;On to the moments go&lt;br /&gt;Every dream and yearning&lt;br /&gt;Drifting so much apart&lt;br /&gt;On to the footsteps burning&lt;br /&gt;Into the casting rampart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy weather of gray&lt;br /&gt;Following the row in dark&lt;br /&gt;Intermediate twilight's play&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while to spark&lt;br /&gt;Rustic colors are glowing&lt;br /&gt;From the luminous sun&lt;br /&gt;Each every motion slowing&lt;br /&gt;Nocturnal dreams now run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree to tree in the forest&lt;br /&gt;Resting in winter's rime&lt;br /&gt;Tincturing sky shade florist&lt;br /&gt;Now is the winter full time&lt;br /&gt;Faraway hillside's falling&lt;br /&gt;On to the routing's going&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but settling snow&lt;br /&gt;On to the darkness growing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-7367770727555876554?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7367770727555876554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=7367770727555876554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7367770727555876554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7367770727555876554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowy-winter-outside.html' title='The Snowy Winter Outside'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147922381018563465.post-6150829922293800633</id><published>2008-12-16T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:14:41.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now All the Joyous Memories Start Calling</title><content type='html'>Now all the joyous memories start calling&lt;br /&gt;Every day is coming from the old&lt;br /&gt;As snowflakes from heaven are falling&lt;br /&gt;With those wonderful moments from gone gold&lt;br /&gt;Million pearls from the far-off winter sky&lt;br /&gt;Every trance is dream to again give&lt;br /&gt;Through the hours of every instance fly&lt;br /&gt;For you again to remember and live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the days that were almost forgotten here&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon blistering cold ways&lt;br /&gt;When snowflakes are coming everywhere&lt;br /&gt;In their mild shade of whitely silver grays&lt;br /&gt;Now the days are all remembered I thought lost&lt;br /&gt;That was once in my own heart from the past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-6150829922293800633?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6150829922293800633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=6150829922293800633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6150829922293800633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6150829922293800633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-all-joyous-memories-start-calling.html' title='Now All the Joyous Memories Start Calling'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-5632313127651437833</id><published>2008-12-16T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:13:35.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers Are Always Allowed</title><content type='html'>Every earth Flowers are always allowed&lt;br /&gt;For they will have their freedom to travel&lt;br /&gt;As new seeds in the air - and make us proud&lt;br /&gt;Of their tinctured and shading blush marvel&lt;br /&gt;Bring them together in their pretty bouquets&lt;br /&gt;With the many colors and shadings - so mild&lt;br /&gt;Flourish in budding - yours on summer days&lt;br /&gt;Easily arranged and in pretty styled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful thing you call freedom&lt;br /&gt;For so many conditions it might free&lt;br /&gt;So come in with all the blooming blossom&lt;br /&gt;That makes you enjoy what you shall then see&lt;br /&gt;Our free living can be a precious thing&lt;br /&gt;And we need it dearly for delights it'll bring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-5632313127651437833?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5632313127651437833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=5632313127651437833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5632313127651437833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/5632313127651437833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/flowers-are-always-allowed.html' title='Flowers Are Always Allowed'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-8113695128139269667</id><published>2008-12-15T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:30:50.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Felt a Love Song in My Heart</title><content type='html'>I felt a love song in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where time and times are blowing&lt;br /&gt;Where love lays feeling from start&lt;br /&gt;In all its simple and easy going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the dreams did on follow&lt;br /&gt;In the freshly summer spring&lt;br /&gt;And the joy was there not hollow&lt;br /&gt;But full of chorus in its sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the ways were going easy&lt;br /&gt;In every gracious coming hour&lt;br /&gt;In drift of clouds in their breezy&lt;br /&gt;Up on the high and gusty power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as my feeling was going again&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was eternal wisdom&lt;br /&gt;For nothing in life is for it’s feign&lt;br /&gt;Or what comes from such accustom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-8113695128139269667?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8113695128139269667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=8113695128139269667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/8113695128139269667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/8113695128139269667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-felt-love-song-in-my-heart.html' title='I Felt a Love Song in My Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147922381018563465.post-2286284295284518008</id><published>2008-12-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:51:43.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizards of winter</title><content type='html'>Wizards of winter&lt;br /&gt;As high as the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;In love songs of frosty tinter&lt;br /&gt;And golden-red glinting fathoms&lt;br /&gt;Drift flowers of gathering sky&lt;br /&gt;Through the clouds of time&lt;br /&gt;When dawn comes again high&lt;br /&gt;After twilight’s icily rime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wizards of the northern lights&lt;br /&gt;Curving and glowing on&lt;br /&gt;Through the dim evening and nights&lt;br /&gt;Until beam dreams are gone&lt;br /&gt;Like mirroring run on a lake&lt;br /&gt;With memorable moments of glow&lt;br /&gt;Those into your dreams still awake&lt;br /&gt;Every yesterday that had to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wizards of dream twinkling stars&lt;br /&gt;Those, which are far away there&lt;br /&gt;The Milky Way glistening isobars&lt;br /&gt;Circling round from here to there&lt;br /&gt;Everything from the moon beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Strangeness of bluish forest gleam&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is still possible&lt;br /&gt;From reality to strangest of dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-2286284295284518008?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2286284295284518008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=2286284295284518008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2286284295284518008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2286284295284518008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/wizards-of-winter.html' title='Wizards of winter'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-7632832175699793876</id><published>2008-12-14T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:22:10.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With A Songster in My Heart</title><content type='html'>With a songster in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I will sing a song on to you&lt;br /&gt;From tones where they start&lt;br /&gt;In their inside gleam so true&lt;br /&gt;Of those feelings that are here&lt;br /&gt;Within deep curving melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing you close and near&lt;br /&gt;To let time be forever free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a song that rises high&lt;br /&gt;And feelings to touch your mood&lt;br /&gt;With tones that cannot die&lt;br /&gt;Only be your spirits and food&lt;br /&gt;In its endless love and care&lt;br /&gt;As all closeness should be&lt;br /&gt;When destines are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out forever to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a songster in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing this one to you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no ending or a start&lt;br /&gt;Only the sky of reaching blue&lt;br /&gt;Where timeless emotions lie&lt;br /&gt;Above lives own reality altitude&lt;br /&gt;Every passing way and its try&lt;br /&gt;And only be of spirit or an etude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-7632832175699793876?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7632832175699793876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=7632832175699793876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7632832175699793876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7632832175699793876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-songster-in-my-heart.html' title='With A Songster in My Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147922381018563465.post-3376664586950222572</id><published>2008-12-14T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:58:35.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sounds of Music</title><content type='html'>The sounds of music are in my own heart&lt;br /&gt;And every footstep is there with its beat&lt;br /&gt;They come and go begin and again start&lt;br /&gt;Some are soft while others full of rampart&lt;br /&gt;Like day and night is its gush easy go&lt;br /&gt;Within many firers though some are cold&lt;br /&gt;With songs of summer and of winter's snow&lt;br /&gt;In the assorted feelings you cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through walks of life - its streets and road&lt;br /&gt;They will try their tones of many deep&lt;br /&gt;And give or take away each part and load&lt;br /&gt;So others can feel the same, and some keep&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of within are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;For someone to truly know and feel there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-3376664586950222572?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3376664586950222572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=3376664586950222572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3376664586950222572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3376664586950222572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sounds-of-music.html' title='My Sounds of Music'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-3663702237415244305</id><published>2008-11-26T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:34:12.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The November Circling Ways</title><content type='html'>In the November circling ways&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by dark nothingness&lt;br /&gt;The hours of its deep blue grays&lt;br /&gt;With not much of hope or caress&lt;br /&gt;The coils of these trials in rime&lt;br /&gt;Snowy footsteps onward going&lt;br /&gt;Ice of high evening darkish prime&lt;br /&gt;Where frost mirrors alley's glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time between lighting states&lt;br /&gt;Of frontiers in blissful twinkling&lt;br /&gt;The moments of darkish debates&lt;br /&gt;In snowy fall air besprinkling&lt;br /&gt;When light bulb to a light will show&lt;br /&gt;All those merry glowing sparking eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of shadows day in icy snow&lt;br /&gt;In weather of confronted surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is to profound to hold&lt;br /&gt;With many its unknown trespassing&lt;br /&gt;When day to night dream shall unfold&lt;br /&gt;In its shadowy dance crevassing&lt;br /&gt;Yawning longs of snowy far routes&lt;br /&gt;On to the isolated distance breach&lt;br /&gt;Like rivers of glistening fade-outs&lt;br /&gt;That hard in this cold is to reach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-3663702237415244305?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3663702237415244305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=3663702237415244305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3663702237415244305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3663702237415244305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-november-circling-ways.html' title='In The November Circling Ways'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147922381018563465.post-3297662533210818366</id><published>2008-08-04T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:00:38.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Comes So Easily In</title><content type='html'>The night comes so easily in&lt;br /&gt;With every thought from under its wing&lt;br /&gt;Daydream of twilights own darkish spin&lt;br /&gt;Giving its pearls of dewdrops string&lt;br /&gt;Each hour is always going across&lt;br /&gt;Filling the moments in tinctured sky&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams of day coming to loss&lt;br /&gt;Never to know any reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like footsteps in to its glow&lt;br /&gt;Going far into deep of the night&lt;br /&gt;Filling the silences with every low&lt;br /&gt;Until again there comes daybreak's light&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday once so full of its fire&lt;br /&gt;Giving the glow to hours to come&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the evening in passionate desire&lt;br /&gt;Where every shade and shadow is from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night comes so easily into a dark&lt;br /&gt;Flowing its light from cloud to cloud&lt;br /&gt;Giving a moment’s instances spark&lt;br /&gt;With every lonesome street going crowd&lt;br /&gt;Hours of dim to spark your heart&lt;br /&gt;Wings of the flowing that torches on&lt;br /&gt;Where every deep from the night will start&lt;br /&gt;Till every grip from its dark is gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-3297662533210818366?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3297662533210818366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=3297662533210818366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3297662533210818366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3297662533210818366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-comes-so-easily-in.html' title='The Night Comes So Easily In'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-431328406121283224</id><published>2008-08-04T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:03:27.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In a Summer Dream</title><content type='html'>Lost in a summer dream&lt;br /&gt;With the morning sky so open&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't what it might seem&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes only half spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is young for its while&lt;br /&gt;Giving every dream going by&lt;br /&gt;Within its paces and beguile&lt;br /&gt;Like the wide open blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays they drift till gone&lt;br /&gt;Like the reams of each our long&lt;br /&gt;And everything is always done&lt;br /&gt;Like any given little song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost smiles in the old days&lt;br /&gt;Those like clouds have passed&lt;br /&gt;In the rims of the hour's plays&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams denied and lost&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful feelings we once had&lt;br /&gt;From the inside goings on&lt;br /&gt;Like tones of a pecking triad&lt;br /&gt;From where a song's drawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a tomorrow's deem&lt;br /&gt;With every sun rising lopin'&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't what it might seem&lt;br /&gt;When again to veracity woken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-431328406121283224?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/431328406121283224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=431328406121283224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/431328406121283224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/431328406121283224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-in-summer-dream.html' title='Lost In a Summer 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-1147922381018563465.post-6691883268713655382</id><published>2008-08-04T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:02:35.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Everything Is</title><content type='html'>Not everything is for our taste&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to bring on here&lt;br /&gt;Weighing in up in its waste&lt;br /&gt;From the dark and the dim somber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are sometimes forgotten&lt;br /&gt;For what they give of dreams&lt;br /&gt;And the old again comes knottin'&lt;br /&gt;With its dark in the dark streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may never find it again&lt;br /&gt;That you were before searching&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in the reaching den&lt;br /&gt;That into the staggering is lurching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ways that you give of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;To moments that are always new&lt;br /&gt;In lives available and its plots&lt;br /&gt;And you from its features drew&lt;br /&gt;To give off and take its lots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-6691883268713655382?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6691883268713655382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=6691883268713655382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6691883268713655382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6691883268713655382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-everything-is.html' title='Not Everything 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-1147922381018563465.post-3804479338471157490</id><published>2008-08-04T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:13:34.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Hour Is With Love</title><content type='html'>Love is everywhere now&lt;br /&gt;As the new and fresh arrives&lt;br /&gt;Giving touches from green bough&lt;br /&gt;With the new summer drives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every hour is with love&lt;br /&gt;And its dreaming to know&lt;br /&gt;Drifting cloudlets far above&lt;br /&gt;In the breezing on its go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much here in for now&lt;br /&gt;With delight and revives&lt;br /&gt;These true moments endow&lt;br /&gt;Are the upswings of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all now so clear&lt;br /&gt;With its juncture that play&lt;br /&gt;Every wish to come near&lt;br /&gt;In with summer’s fancy day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-3804479338471157490?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3804479338471157490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=3804479338471157490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3804479338471157490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3804479338471157490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-hour-is-with-love.html' title='Every Hour Is With 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-1147922381018563465.post-277749813733574532</id><published>2008-08-04T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:31:05.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Here</title><content type='html'>Love is here to open each door&lt;br /&gt;Like springtime is in for sure&lt;br /&gt;Giving truest colors fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Outside every walking thrill&lt;br /&gt;That comes to give you more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summer's light with the shadows gone&lt;br /&gt;Drowned into the gray and the dark&lt;br /&gt;With this love song that has won&lt;br /&gt;With its true colors and its spark&lt;br /&gt;Feeling something to give and rise&lt;br /&gt;In the young hours of blue skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some to rise in with love true&lt;br /&gt;Filling moments with fresh and new&lt;br /&gt;Love form the hours we thought lost&lt;br /&gt;Coming our way after winter’s frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is here to open each door&lt;br /&gt;Like springtime is in for sure&lt;br /&gt;Giving truest colors fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Outside every walking thrill&lt;br /&gt;That comes to give you more and more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-277749813733574532?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/277749813733574532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=277749813733574532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/277749813733574532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/277749813733574532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-here.html' title='Love Is Here'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147922381018563465.post-6177639560757874255</id><published>2008-08-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:20:01.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Feelings in the Morning</title><content type='html'>These feelings in the morning coming&lt;br /&gt;With the night just passed away&lt;br /&gt;Giving something from the tones strumming&lt;br /&gt;To meet the newborn rising day&lt;br /&gt;With every feeling in its summing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had some old news&lt;br /&gt;Those were settled in to our recollection&lt;br /&gt;The remembrances of our own choose&lt;br /&gt;Of every day opportunities direction&lt;br /&gt;That we did experience in win or loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each reasoning together wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;That we have still in hours to come&lt;br /&gt;Sketches of dreams in their fast flight&lt;br /&gt;Relevant matters where chances are from&lt;br /&gt;When to a thought they sketch a light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-6177639560757874255?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6177639560757874255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=6177639560757874255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6177639560757874255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/6177639560757874255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-feelings-in-morning.html' title='These Feelings in the 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-1147922381018563465.post-3952491238947162652</id><published>2008-08-01T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:19:03.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love’s Encounter</title><content type='html'>Lover grant me your thumping heart&lt;br /&gt;Every step is inspired&lt;br /&gt;Never its throbbing get tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love bring me your peace&lt;br /&gt;Every way that is growing on&lt;br /&gt;Through the dreams till night is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always within the reach of compassion&lt;br /&gt;With the feelings it did start&lt;br /&gt;Every partition inside it frees&lt;br /&gt;In the meeting of thoughts desired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lover grant me your touch&lt;br /&gt;In the night that comes to inspire&lt;br /&gt;Rousing flames of deep desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love let me see your truth&lt;br /&gt;In the ways that you sing to free life&lt;br /&gt;In the hours of low and each strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always give of your flight to go there&lt;br /&gt;Where each feeling means so much&lt;br /&gt;In your song of the tides and youth&lt;br /&gt;And no footsteps of yours get tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-3952491238947162652?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3952491238947162652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=3952491238947162652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3952491238947162652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/3952491238947162652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/08/loves-encounter.html' title='Love’s Encounter'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-1510116438115848770</id><published>2008-07-24T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:38:14.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Romance Be Romance</title><content type='html'>Let romance be romance&lt;br /&gt;Every dark night be morning&lt;br /&gt;And love our 2nd chance&lt;br /&gt;In love's ever turning&lt;br /&gt;From its doubling dear&lt;br /&gt;Giving so much and close&lt;br /&gt;Just by heaving you here&lt;br /&gt;Like sweet morning rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is to be fine&lt;br /&gt;Coming in for a kiss&lt;br /&gt;When there's rising sunshine&lt;br /&gt;With everything there is&lt;br /&gt;Love falling younger&lt;br /&gt;Into everything sung&lt;br /&gt;Every day so much longer&lt;br /&gt;In the summer's tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising and energizing&lt;br /&gt;In new dreams of creation&lt;br /&gt;Imaginations beauty stylizing&lt;br /&gt;With romancing gradation&lt;br /&gt;Love songs to do and give&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of desiring long&lt;br /&gt;This around now to live&lt;br /&gt;In anew found around song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-1510116438115848770?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1510116438115848770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=1510116438115848770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1510116438115848770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/1510116438115848770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-romance-be-romance.html' title='Let Romance Be Romance'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-2699342702617557735</id><published>2008-07-19T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:22:30.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Tick Of Times</title><content type='html'>Like time comes it passes too soon away&lt;br /&gt;In tick of times that dwells not for long&lt;br /&gt;With feelings there and ease of every song&lt;br /&gt;That sings with love and kindness in its play&lt;br /&gt;The hours may be found with every aim&lt;br /&gt;And think of truth that dwells in its short while&lt;br /&gt;Of understood found inside each beguile&lt;br /&gt;To give and take of the moment's going flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes time to go on forward still?&lt;br /&gt;In moment's of toiling unfaltering on&lt;br /&gt;And give the ways of longing to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Before those stays are forever all gone?&lt;br /&gt;Each fondness is causing every giving&lt;br /&gt;And therefore we are in steadfast living&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-2699342702617557735?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2699342702617557735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=2699342702617557735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2699342702617557735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/2699342702617557735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-tick-of-times.html' title='In Tick Of Times'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-8562965473030703177</id><published>2008-07-12T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:22:36.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Days of Memories</title><content type='html'>Every dream is a part of my dream&lt;br /&gt;To the day and the nights gone&lt;br /&gt;In its magical moments and stream&lt;br /&gt;Every love is to go forward and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet days of memories&lt;br /&gt;Nothing touches their glowing&lt;br /&gt;Their softness forever one sees&lt;br /&gt;Without actually knowing &lt;br /&gt;For a dream is always to be&lt;br /&gt;Something lovely and so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love touches you sometime &lt;br /&gt;You will feel these feelings too&lt;br /&gt;As their roots from inside climb&lt;br /&gt;Giving almost a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Just asking you to be for always&lt;br /&gt;In the hours and ahead new days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet days of memories&lt;br /&gt;Nothing touches their glowing&lt;br /&gt;Their softness forever one sees&lt;br /&gt;Without actually knowing &lt;br /&gt;For a dream is always to be&lt;br /&gt;Something lovely and so free&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So much to give and be sincere&lt;br /&gt;In every moment that opens a door&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of love to be only here&lt;br /&gt;When there's much inside for more&lt;br /&gt;Carrying luck to their notion&lt;br /&gt;Of every heart and its potion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-8562965473030703177?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8562965473030703177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=8562965473030703177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/8562965473030703177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/8562965473030703177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-days-of-memories.html' title='Sweet Days of Memories'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-7431089691638388620</id><published>2008-07-10T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:18:08.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing High and Blowing Low</title><content type='html'>Dreams are to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Blowing high and blowing low&lt;br /&gt;Summerset morning never gone&lt;br /&gt;Every worthwhile and glow&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of looking in to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Morning that comes wonderfully&lt;br /&gt;You in my heart forever to be&lt;br /&gt;Something of love themes so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of longing raising the sails&lt;br /&gt;Through every echoes time's flip&lt;br /&gt;Away to the evening of ongoing trails&lt;br /&gt;Kissed from heaven's eternally lip&lt;br /&gt;Like dreams that are hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;But giving so much from inside&lt;br /&gt;Each of the shades your feelings command&lt;br /&gt;When they each long day abide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of our heart in steady beat&lt;br /&gt;Whispers of breeze that will go&lt;br /&gt;All of love's talk and every treat&lt;br /&gt;That through times walk shall flow&lt;br /&gt;Something of the morning that soon is here&lt;br /&gt;With every longing to be learned&lt;br /&gt;The blow high and low that will steer&lt;br /&gt;With every pace that must be earned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-7431089691638388620?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7431089691638388620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=7431089691638388620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7431089691638388620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/7431089691638388620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/blowing-high-and-blowing-low.html' title='Blowing High and Blowing Low'/><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-1147922381018563465.post-8187593938588839464</id><published>2008-07-10T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:17:32.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Care</title><content type='html'>Take care and be there&lt;br /&gt;For every day and night&lt;br /&gt;The feelings are so great&lt;br /&gt;When everything is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a good day&lt;br /&gt;And much to give and do&lt;br /&gt;When you again wake up&lt;br /&gt;And become again just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening is coming&lt;br /&gt;In high summer's prime&lt;br /&gt;The breezing is singing&lt;br /&gt;Hours of darkness time&lt;br /&gt;Every song now to sleep&lt;br /&gt;That here was awake&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams on to keep&lt;br /&gt;By the fields and the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and be aware&lt;br /&gt;Of shadows falling light&lt;br /&gt;That sun beams only read&lt;br /&gt;In the going away sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every darkish mood play&lt;br /&gt;Comes to give and renew&lt;br /&gt;Its laden lonesome cup&lt;br /&gt;That in bliss comes through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening is coming&lt;br /&gt;In high summer's prime&lt;br /&gt;The breezing is singing&lt;br /&gt;Hours of darkness time&lt;br /&gt;Every song now to sleep&lt;br /&gt;That here was awake&lt;br /&gt;Daydreams on to keep&lt;br /&gt;By the fields and the lake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147922381018563465-8187593938588839464?l=the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8187593938588839464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1147922381018563465&amp;postID=8187593938588839464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/8187593938588839464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1147922381018563465/posts/default/8187593938588839464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-songsters-lyrics.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-care.html' title='Take Care'/><author><name>Peter S. 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