<?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-851074438396449193</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:35.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Complete Collected Poems of Strains</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.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-851074438396449193.post-3490739101132235861</id><published>2008-11-19T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:04:00.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caressing Moments (of the wind, etc.)</title><content type='html'>The wrinkled agates of each new island&lt;br /&gt;That are like shattered stars on the deep sea&lt;br /&gt;In the greatness of the far awakened&lt;br /&gt;That comes to the shore finitely&lt;br /&gt;With dreams of the clouds and the abyss deep&lt;br /&gt;In the new stories never told before&lt;br /&gt;With the mornings and tomorrow to keep&lt;br /&gt;As the waves keep embracing the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every dream round the stones wet dress&lt;br /&gt;Caressing moments of the secret salt&lt;br /&gt;That to life is its heritage granite&lt;br /&gt;Every flickering cloudy noblesse&lt;br /&gt;Of the pinnacle and the interim vault&lt;br /&gt;Like the codicil of distance gannet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-3490739101132235861?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/3490739101132235861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=3490739101132235861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3490739101132235861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3490739101132235861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/caressing-moments-of-wind-etc.html' title='Caressing Moments (of the wind, etc.)'/><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-851074438396449193.post-5628510022694699810</id><published>2008-11-19T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:01:22.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old People and Young</title><content type='html'>Old people and young&lt;br /&gt;Making this world much better&lt;br /&gt;For every heart to long&lt;br /&gt;A strike to beat trendsetter&lt;br /&gt;Giving much or taking&lt;br /&gt;Is what we do to grow&lt;br /&gt;Every our decision making&lt;br /&gt;With feelings to touch or go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so much like me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to make your way&lt;br /&gt;Being happy and carefree&lt;br /&gt;To let wishes come true today&lt;br /&gt;So much we need to find&lt;br /&gt;To make this a better place&lt;br /&gt;But everything's inside mind&lt;br /&gt;Of opportunities turning ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to connect the bridges&lt;br /&gt;Those are too far across&lt;br /&gt;And mend the wounds and stitches&lt;br /&gt;Those heal each personal loss&lt;br /&gt;The nights are waking daybreak&lt;br /&gt;To give us another try&lt;br /&gt;Our happiness is all at stake&lt;br /&gt;Like morning of an earth blue sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5628510022694699810?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5628510022694699810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5628510022694699810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5628510022694699810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5628510022694699810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-people-and-young.html' title='Old People and Young'/><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-851074438396449193.post-8498356085016200427</id><published>2008-11-19T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:00:19.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Love</title><content type='html'>Bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Always so much inside&lt;br /&gt;Stars falling above&lt;br /&gt;In their eternal glide&lt;br /&gt;Giving its new start&lt;br /&gt;First time is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Interlace from in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Smooth surfaces or rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happening for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Into the pulling of truth&lt;br /&gt;Could fall to steps of rime&lt;br /&gt;Or be a spring of youth&lt;br /&gt;Trusting a throbbing vein&lt;br /&gt;Or so lofty above ground&lt;br /&gt;Down to its grain by grain&lt;br /&gt;When reality again is found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing and opening you&lt;br /&gt;Love without boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on going through&lt;br /&gt;Blossoms of cherry trees&lt;br /&gt;Passions to tow and closing&lt;br /&gt;Making no time to bleed&lt;br /&gt;Fires of alight on rising&lt;br /&gt;Never too easy to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Always so much inside&lt;br /&gt;Stars falling above&lt;br /&gt;In their eternal glide&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding from their desire&lt;br /&gt;Some to smolder and shine&lt;br /&gt;Steps of effusive higher&lt;br /&gt;Close for two to combine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding love&lt;br /&gt;Always so much inside&lt;br /&gt;Stars falling above&lt;br /&gt;In their eternal glide&lt;br /&gt;Happening the first time&lt;br /&gt;Into the pull of truth&lt;br /&gt;Could fall to steps of rime&lt;br /&gt;Or be the spring of youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or be the spring of youth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-8498356085016200427?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/8498356085016200427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=8498356085016200427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8498356085016200427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8498356085016200427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/bleeding-love.html' title='Bleeding 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-851074438396449193.post-5709089521454930189</id><published>2008-11-18T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:08:11.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between The Injustice</title><content type='html'>Between the injustice&lt;br /&gt;We shall overcome -&lt;br /&gt;Someone on the street cries&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where she's from?&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of the hunger&lt;br /&gt;Blossoms from the light&lt;br /&gt;Children of world's monger&lt;br /&gt;Their bodies at gravesite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about love&lt;br /&gt;That’s before any dreams&lt;br /&gt;Passions and much affections of&lt;br /&gt;That nowhere now seems&lt;br /&gt;Only echoes from the bomber&lt;br /&gt;That started the crying game&lt;br /&gt;Fire and ashes embalmer&lt;br /&gt;War monster without a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where a boy’s from?&lt;br /&gt;That died much too young&lt;br /&gt;His body now in earth’s bosom&lt;br /&gt;With a heart that stopped to long&lt;br /&gt;‘For-Get-Me-Not – my leaves&lt;br /&gt;These open wounds of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;With old days full of grieves&lt;br /&gt;And no footsteps for tomorrow’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5709089521454930189?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5709089521454930189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5709089521454930189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5709089521454930189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5709089521454930189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/between-injustice.html' title='Between The Injustice'/><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-851074438396449193.post-1770752952403610267</id><published>2008-11-18T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:06:35.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Like a Blue Lagoon</title><content type='html'>Love is like a blue lagoon&lt;br /&gt;Filling the nadir of water&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine or coldness of moon&lt;br /&gt;A space star goddess daughter&lt;br /&gt;The objects of inside and out&lt;br /&gt;The casts of the rivers flowing  &lt;br /&gt;Each direction that life's about&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes to nowhere going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night to the wings of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the ways to the hour&lt;br /&gt;Glow shine inside its own beam&lt;br /&gt;Northern light flickering flower&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to go into space&lt;br /&gt;Finding end of a burning flame&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of dreams many ways&lt;br /&gt;Come to thoughts - never same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like combustion through&lt;br /&gt;Flaming the heights of shadows&lt;br /&gt;Deems of the sky far and blue&lt;br /&gt;Morning that comes in its glows&lt;br /&gt;Enduring distances inside &lt;br /&gt;Clouds in the uprising going&lt;br /&gt;Every thread smoothly sublime&lt;br /&gt;Something of tomorrow showing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-1770752952403610267?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/1770752952403610267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=1770752952403610267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/1770752952403610267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/1770752952403610267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-is-like-blue-lagoon.html' title='Love Is Like a Blue Lagoon'/><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-851074438396449193.post-4693353778537468228</id><published>2008-11-18T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:05:38.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Something Going On</title><content type='html'>There is something going on&lt;br /&gt;Rising and falling apart&lt;br /&gt;In to the prospects all drawn&lt;br /&gt;Griping the ways of the heart&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to know its future&lt;br /&gt;That is a part of all right now&lt;br /&gt;Prospects of this is a moocher&lt;br /&gt;Managing through here somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn’t an easy way goes&lt;br /&gt;Unlike clouds drifting by&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for sure it knows&lt;br /&gt;Diving its streams to its high&lt;br /&gt;Feelings across every window&lt;br /&gt;Making the times bearable&lt;br /&gt;Now there is winter's proviso&lt;br /&gt;With all hope’s falling parable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to break the manacles off&lt;br /&gt;With the futures still unborn&lt;br /&gt;The road to the living so trough&lt;br /&gt;Filled with hopes in timeworn&lt;br /&gt;Struggling curves and bending&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s new-fangled in this age&lt;br /&gt;With softly or harder landing&lt;br /&gt;Each on its own in its weigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-4693353778537468228?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/4693353778537468228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=4693353778537468228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4693353778537468228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4693353778537468228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-is-something-going-on_18.html' title='There Is Something Going On'/><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-851074438396449193.post-5113885506057769128</id><published>2008-11-18T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:04:24.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams They Come and Go</title><content type='html'>Dreams they come and go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere their lonely way&lt;br /&gt;Out of the customs to show&lt;br /&gt;Touch of their alone days&lt;br /&gt;Anything to get along&lt;br /&gt;With every expect and try&lt;br /&gt;Those start as love to long&lt;br /&gt;Before they say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays dreams are far&lt;br /&gt;Glowing in heart and things&lt;br /&gt;Just like a lost love star&lt;br /&gt;That with night wishes sings&lt;br /&gt;Feelings so close in warm&lt;br /&gt;With every twinkling shine&lt;br /&gt;Falling to fade and charm&lt;br /&gt;And drawing an end to a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams they come and go&lt;br /&gt;Just like awaken daybreak&lt;br /&gt;Through the steps in snow&lt;br /&gt;Giving new morning to wake&lt;br /&gt;Hope is in its rising song&lt;br /&gt;Days gone by left behind&lt;br /&gt;Like light that comes strong&lt;br /&gt;Through lost ways realigned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5113885506057769128?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5113885506057769128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5113885506057769128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5113885506057769128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5113885506057769128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-is-something-going-on.html' title='Dreams They Come and Go'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851074438396449193.post-3720086153149327997</id><published>2008-11-17T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:12:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trees Are Bare (a jazz song)</title><content type='html'>The trees are bare of leaves today&lt;br /&gt;With many laments inside the ground&lt;br /&gt;Now winter's here on earth to play&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts from dark newfound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tress that had leaves &lt;br /&gt;In summer of June&lt;br /&gt;Now in their grieves &lt;br /&gt;Of a frosty afternoon&lt;br /&gt;A thought of love song&lt;br /&gt;Has left on to dream&lt;br /&gt;With hearts to prolong&lt;br /&gt;Its melting bloodstream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be ended&lt;br /&gt;Though summer love dried&lt;br /&gt;And frosty drops blended&lt;br /&gt;What with autumn has died…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-3720086153149327997?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/3720086153149327997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=3720086153149327997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3720086153149327997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3720086153149327997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/trees-are-bare-jazz-song.html' title='The Trees Are Bare (a jazz song)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851074438396449193.post-7703594560544445035</id><published>2008-11-17T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:11:20.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Trust Your Heart</title><content type='html'>Only trust your heart&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are for you&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are to start&lt;br /&gt;Something from out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays gave me sunshine&lt;br /&gt;What shall I live today&lt;br /&gt;Drawing a trustful line&lt;br /&gt;In how my heart shall play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to give everything&lt;br /&gt;While I’m still at it here&lt;br /&gt;Come and with me sing&lt;br /&gt;Let us together share&lt;br /&gt;Something of love’s worth&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do our own best&lt;br /&gt;Our love song to this earth&lt;br /&gt;That we are with blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only trust your true love&lt;br /&gt;Doubt never feelings of truth&lt;br /&gt;They’re endless in plenty of&lt;br /&gt;Spring and summer youth&lt;br /&gt;Love that is inside found&lt;br /&gt;Gives more than it takes&lt;br /&gt;Comes again young around&lt;br /&gt;Plentiful heart up wakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-7703594560544445035?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/7703594560544445035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=7703594560544445035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7703594560544445035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7703594560544445035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-trust-your-heart.html' title='Only Trust Your 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-851074438396449193.post-4710862327682796058</id><published>2008-11-17T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:48:51.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>Life is like the rocks&lt;br /&gt;with occasional sunshine&lt;br /&gt;coming through the waves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-4710862327682796058?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/4710862327682796058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=4710862327682796058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4710862327682796058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4710862327682796058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><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-851074438396449193.post-9153677717265701116</id><published>2008-11-09T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:32:08.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Motion Time</title><content type='html'>Slow motion time&lt;br /&gt;Give me something&lt;br /&gt;Reasons in its prime&lt;br /&gt;Blinking out and twinkling&lt;br /&gt;Through the night rising&lt;br /&gt;Emotions in sight&lt;br /&gt;With its wings disguising&lt;br /&gt;Through the evening light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast time is now&lt;br /&gt;Bringing my future on&lt;br /&gt;Managing here somehow&lt;br /&gt;Until it’s all again gone&lt;br /&gt;Living in the briefing&lt;br /&gt;Thresholds all upon&lt;br /&gt;Realizing minutes nothing&lt;br /&gt;In its on and on&lt;br /&gt;While-seeds roughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing comes to stay&lt;br /&gt;Only some time long&lt;br /&gt;Rising in its day&lt;br /&gt;In its fast going song&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is now a dream&lt;br /&gt;Through life’s river calling&lt;br /&gt;Today in its stream&lt;br /&gt;Through the down falling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-9153677717265701116?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/9153677717265701116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=9153677717265701116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/9153677717265701116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/9153677717265701116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/slow-motion-time.html' title='Slow Motion 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-851074438396449193.post-7988709695682726268</id><published>2008-11-08T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T05:43:11.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>Dancing waves of the sea&lt;br /&gt;From under the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;Bringing about ever so free&lt;br /&gt;Spirits of new that life's for&lt;br /&gt;My heart of its going beat&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find prospects to try&lt;br /&gt;Easy going from crowded street&lt;br /&gt;Giving every progress its try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing clouds of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Far away in the drifting about&lt;br /&gt;Better moments for me and you&lt;br /&gt;That encircles not in any doubt&lt;br /&gt;Set of steps to hidden magic&lt;br /&gt;In dances of their time and still&lt;br /&gt;Something to take out heart's flick&lt;br /&gt;In making the dreams to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing the days to wholeness&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the chains of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;With every its aspects of caress&lt;br /&gt;To float on the free tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to hide away shadows&lt;br /&gt;Only just transporting the light&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what comes for it goes&lt;br /&gt;On to its pinnacle of its own flight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-7988709695682726268?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/7988709695682726268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=7988709695682726268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7988709695682726268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7988709695682726268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><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-851074438396449193.post-677107583143297658</id><published>2008-11-08T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T04:53:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry My Heart on</title><content type='html'>Carry my heart on&lt;br /&gt;Into the lowness of days&lt;br /&gt;So much of feeling's gone&lt;br /&gt;Far across the sideways&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is nowhere now&lt;br /&gt;Only in its sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;Like moments in its blow&lt;br /&gt;Yellow leaves of autumn trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry this song through rays&lt;br /&gt;Of darkish winter song&lt;br /&gt;That intermittently plays&lt;br /&gt;As every our hope goes along&lt;br /&gt;River of fallen going stream&lt;br /&gt;Every aspect of its wonder&lt;br /&gt;Light of our longing beam&lt;br /&gt;That keeps the shadows asunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring each hope in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Of the flowing coming through&lt;br /&gt;Where opportunities will start&lt;br /&gt;For both to bring about and do&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is nowhere now&lt;br /&gt;Only moments of an open sky&lt;br /&gt;What you in dreams will allow&lt;br /&gt;Of every thought moving hereby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-677107583143297658?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/677107583143297658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=677107583143297658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/677107583143297658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/677107583143297658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/carry-my-heart-on.html' title='Carry My Heart on'/><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-851074438396449193.post-5927433014978240153</id><published>2008-11-06T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:24:30.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistible Songs of Time</title><content type='html'>Little bridges across the different way&lt;br /&gt;In morning coming and its colored light&lt;br /&gt;The songs of hope arriving here today&lt;br /&gt;My feelings from the deep of indoors night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mood of music from under the sea&lt;br /&gt;Once together of lifelong passing bell&lt;br /&gt;That comes to gather a part of me&lt;br /&gt;For every new day I can't foretell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and the fall of lives evenly feet&lt;br /&gt;Burning in the sky of each bluish and dark&lt;br /&gt;Barges of the bending of moving beat&lt;br /&gt;The lustrous perspective of instance's spark&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible songs of time never lost&lt;br /&gt;If hours of binding get through the embossed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5927433014978240153?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5927433014978240153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5927433014978240153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5927433014978240153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5927433014978240153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/irresistible-songs-of-time.html' title='Irresistible Songs 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-851074438396449193.post-7852668400711600635</id><published>2008-11-06T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:26:39.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Ghosts in the Corners Cry</title><content type='html'>As worship moods come and go&lt;br /&gt;In the days of wintry whim&lt;br /&gt;And each footstep has its glow&lt;br /&gt;That meets day and the dim&lt;br /&gt;The appetite of love found&lt;br /&gt;Wanting of future from its past&lt;br /&gt;That in forever comes around&lt;br /&gt;When everything else is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The get-away to find all new&lt;br /&gt;Of precious moments once tried&lt;br /&gt;Going complete and through&lt;br /&gt;When curtains have fallen inside&lt;br /&gt;Of love that had never come&lt;br /&gt;To reality and made it complete&lt;br /&gt;Like the cries fluttered from&lt;br /&gt;The whole past and Futures Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As love cannot give anything&lt;br /&gt;Where ghosts in the corners cry&lt;br /&gt;With much of its assassin's bluffing&lt;br /&gt;In disposition of its low and high&lt;br /&gt;Jackpots are steadily on writing&lt;br /&gt;In hooks of lives own castaway&lt;br /&gt;With promises to riches abiding&lt;br /&gt;Till the night becomes clear as day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-7852668400711600635?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/7852668400711600635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=7852668400711600635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7852668400711600635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7852668400711600635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/cerulean-winters-dim-dyes_06.html' title='Where Ghosts in the Corners Cry'/><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-851074438396449193.post-8805006678927365754</id><published>2008-11-01T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:12:08.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerulean Winter’s Dim Dyes</title><content type='html'>Amber summer sky&lt;br /&gt;Is now gone to winter's day&lt;br /&gt;With its time of morning high&lt;br /&gt;And moods of summer’s play&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings that came along&lt;br /&gt;In the days breaking clear&lt;br /&gt;With the singing of a forest song&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of springtime year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is deepness dark&lt;br /&gt;With its intermittently starry night&lt;br /&gt;And twinkling's assemblies spark&lt;br /&gt;With instants in northern light&lt;br /&gt;Winter’s frost loneliness snow&lt;br /&gt;Conveying some twilight’s spin&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness in its airstream blow &lt;br /&gt;From the lowest point of within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerulean winter’s dim dyes&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting moods of nighttime&lt;br /&gt;Through distracting ice-cold cries&lt;br /&gt;In the piercing chilliness rime&lt;br /&gt;Every day’s like an evening burn&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting the departed days&lt;br /&gt;Bringing on yesterday’s yearn&lt;br /&gt;On to its copious shading plays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-8805006678927365754?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/8805006678927365754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=8805006678927365754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8805006678927365754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8805006678927365754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/cerulean-winters-dim-dyes.html' title='Cerulean Winter’s Dim Dyes'/><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-851074438396449193.post-8892045897685475564</id><published>2008-11-01T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:22:22.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fall of Angels</title><content type='html'>The fall of angels&lt;br /&gt;On to earth wrecked waves&lt;br /&gt;The longings from inside&lt;br /&gt;That a lover’s heart craves&lt;br /&gt;Destinies to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Till the morning comes to night&lt;br /&gt;And there's an instance still&lt;br /&gt;Of a broken down flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where our dreams are to follow&lt;br /&gt;In to the dawn of open sky&lt;br /&gt;Where there are no voices hollow&lt;br /&gt;Or echoes going to die&lt;br /&gt;Where raindrops are clear&lt;br /&gt;Of the blue yonder found&lt;br /&gt;And summer is the year&lt;br /&gt;That always is here around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall of broken wings &lt;br /&gt;In the sweeping of the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Where the sway grass on sings&lt;br /&gt;With the dancing of the trees&lt;br /&gt;And the heart is beating on&lt;br /&gt;With its moments going through&lt;br /&gt;And no song will be done&lt;br /&gt;That bears hope to me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall of angels&lt;br /&gt;From the sky of our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Inside the hidden ways&lt;br /&gt;That to existing every deems&lt;br /&gt;Providence to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Till the morning comes to night&lt;br /&gt;And there's an instance still&lt;br /&gt;To its broken down flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is to be forever&lt;br /&gt;In every wing of air to go&lt;br /&gt;And bringing us closer together&lt;br /&gt;In its brief of its moment’s flow&lt;br /&gt;And our heart is beating on&lt;br /&gt;Destinies to bring to full&lt;br /&gt;Carrying fulfillments from its yon&lt;br /&gt;That to our living is never dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall of angels…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-8892045897685475564?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/8892045897685475564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=8892045897685475564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8892045897685475564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8892045897685475564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-of-angels.html' title='The fall of Angels'/><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-851074438396449193.post-5060909969023884911</id><published>2008-11-01T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:21:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Body - Is a Part Of you</title><content type='html'>My body&lt;br /&gt;Is a part of you&lt;br /&gt;A flower of mankind&lt;br /&gt;The soft skin&lt;br /&gt;- touches to renew&lt;br /&gt;Everything you can find&lt;br /&gt;Love of young and old&lt;br /&gt;My dreams flying here by&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that time can hold &lt;br /&gt;As blissful&lt;br /&gt;As the blue of sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body&lt;br /&gt;Like waves of sea&lt;br /&gt;Going with emotions through&lt;br /&gt;Love song&lt;br /&gt;- The inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Something that’s a part of you&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that I ‘m to live&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach my destiny&lt;br /&gt;From all of me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give&lt;br /&gt;To make it forever&lt;br /&gt;- In spirits free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body&lt;br /&gt;- The roots of earth&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to follow and wake&lt;br /&gt;I’m like you&lt;br /&gt;Of my own worth&lt;br /&gt;And sowing my seeds&lt;br /&gt;To make&lt;br /&gt;Life to become of reality&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling hopes&lt;br /&gt;And dreams&lt;br /&gt;That you might&lt;br /&gt;In my footsteps see&lt;br /&gt;River going through&lt;br /&gt;In deep streams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5060909969023884911?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5060909969023884911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5060909969023884911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5060909969023884911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5060909969023884911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-body-is-part-of-you.html' title='My Body - Is a Part Of 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-851074438396449193.post-4149906177589420636</id><published>2008-11-01T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:12:10.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sweet Time</title><content type='html'>Oh sweet time you gave me everything&lt;br /&gt;In sweetness of its fragrances flow&lt;br /&gt;With passion that to moments shall sing&lt;br /&gt;When the tides to the evening must go&lt;br /&gt;Dreams in the hearts own compartments&lt;br /&gt;With the oceans of billows there calling&lt;br /&gt;In the footsteps of ongoing departments&lt;br /&gt;Where the sand of the river is falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living times of the easy on going&lt;br /&gt;With the peaceful of living on thriving&lt;br /&gt;Every day into night fully growing&lt;br /&gt;Giving much of their depth and its living&lt;br /&gt;Justifying the means by the outcome&lt;br /&gt;When there is something there starting&lt;br /&gt;Where every seed and flower is from&lt;br /&gt;And breeze from the leaves is departing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinching the feathered morning shine&lt;br /&gt;The easy of quick rising daybreak&lt;br /&gt;When the glow comes to red on the line&lt;br /&gt;And the forest shall come to its wake&lt;br /&gt;In delightful get-together limb to limb&lt;br /&gt;When life complacency we shall meet&lt;br /&gt;From the hours of darkish deep rim&lt;br /&gt;Before esprit comes again to the street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-4149906177589420636?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/4149906177589420636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=4149906177589420636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4149906177589420636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4149906177589420636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-sweet-time.html' title='Oh Sweet 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-851074438396449193.post-7094265643893154203</id><published>2008-11-01T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:07:11.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cannot But Somewhat Wonder</title><content type='html'>I cannot but somewhat wonder&lt;br /&gt;What’s going everywhere on?&lt;br /&gt;Feelings so much asunder&lt;br /&gt;That should be close and fun&lt;br /&gt;With the emotions of the heart&lt;br /&gt;In to the new day rising&lt;br /&gt;Where our footsteps every start&lt;br /&gt;In a future without disguising &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love so tender and driven&lt;br /&gt;On to its own departure road&lt;br /&gt;Where cross sides are given&lt;br /&gt;For everyone’s pressing load&lt;br /&gt;Those times have broken up&lt;br /&gt;Or given it its possess ways&lt;br /&gt;Where meetings come or stop&lt;br /&gt;In the disparity of each plays &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living the habits that fulfills&lt;br /&gt;Making and breaking the waves&lt;br /&gt;Out to the dales and hills&lt;br /&gt;Of all the wonderment craves&lt;br /&gt;Powder of time to roads leaving&lt;br /&gt;Bringing in centuries paces&lt;br /&gt;The moods of its interweaving&lt;br /&gt;In openness of turning spaces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-7094265643893154203?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/7094265643893154203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=7094265643893154203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7094265643893154203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7094265643893154203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cannot-but-somewhat-wonder.html' title='I Cannot But Somewhat Wonder'/><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-851074438396449193.post-2717805157956386776</id><published>2008-11-01T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:05:18.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes of the World</title><content type='html'>The eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;They sometimes don’t see&lt;br /&gt;What comes from the inside?&lt;br /&gt;And goes about here free&lt;br /&gt;A love that could kiss&lt;br /&gt;The glow from the stars&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of tenderness&lt;br /&gt;That melts time and wars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness of life’s river&lt;br /&gt;Flowing still on and on&lt;br /&gt;Every dream that gives&lt;br /&gt;Its stream of wishes won&lt;br /&gt;Like some lost kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Out in the meeting places&lt;br /&gt;With hope’s only future&lt;br /&gt;In its nourishing graces &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream of dark and blue&lt;br /&gt;Or glow of tipping night&lt;br /&gt;The lips of love trembling&lt;br /&gt;On to its first of a flight&lt;br /&gt;Their sweetest as the roses&lt;br /&gt;In its colors radiance found&lt;br /&gt;Or gathered waves of sea&lt;br /&gt;That to the shore is bound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-2717805157956386776?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/2717805157956386776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=2717805157956386776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/2717805157956386776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/2717805157956386776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/eyes-of-world.html' title='The Eyes of the World'/><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-851074438396449193.post-8589364294939939904</id><published>2008-11-01T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:03:11.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming From the Sky</title><content type='html'>Coming from the sky&lt;br /&gt;The gyrating moments for all&lt;br /&gt;Going here low and high&lt;br /&gt;Till those luminous fall&lt;br /&gt;Inside the fluttering bliss&lt;br /&gt;The day of the evening goes&lt;br /&gt;Everything that let to this&lt;br /&gt;For all the fading glows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was once new&lt;br /&gt;Till it burned up in the evening&lt;br /&gt;With the dark night to renew&lt;br /&gt;And latest dawn to bring&lt;br /&gt;Full of flowering and leaves&lt;br /&gt;Of blossom’s speculation&lt;br /&gt;With their longitude and briefs&lt;br /&gt;Of its wordily education &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to this earth&lt;br /&gt;Our wishful thoughts to give&lt;br /&gt;Arrangements and its birth&lt;br /&gt;That truly must grow to live&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is new to be born&lt;br /&gt;In every aspect of learning&lt;br /&gt;Through revelation it’s worn&lt;br /&gt;To every circle ways turning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-8589364294939939904?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/8589364294939939904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=8589364294939939904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8589364294939939904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8589364294939939904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-from-sky.html' title='Coming From 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-851074438396449193.post-4154792668149941692</id><published>2008-09-05T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:37:29.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between The Images</title><content type='html'>In a time where a day will stand on still&lt;br /&gt;Upon the ways of the edges grown in&lt;br /&gt;And dreams shall come in its real to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Between the images of dawn's new spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul of flowers in the stretched out shade&lt;br /&gt;In shadows rising and the twinkling on&lt;br /&gt;Where every moment’s faithfully made&lt;br /&gt;Till dreams and thoughts are to sideways gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah flower fair in the street ways of time&lt;br /&gt;Giving its splendor and tincture so true&lt;br /&gt;Where the flow of tides are in their prime&lt;br /&gt;And always coming to shore for renew&lt;br /&gt;Days and nights we can hardly understand&lt;br /&gt;Giving its revealing and fresh command&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-4154792668149941692?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/4154792668149941692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=4154792668149941692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4154792668149941692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4154792668149941692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/09/between-images.html' title='Between The Images'/><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-851074438396449193.post-3833394261281284629</id><published>2008-08-31T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:22:51.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Lives Rising</title><content type='html'>The days are back here with their great stories&lt;br /&gt;All the ends ending in a coming bright&lt;br /&gt;Through glory of shines and half-shaded light&lt;br /&gt;This comes onward in to their glories&lt;br /&gt;Right from the reaching of stony old world&lt;br /&gt;Those give only handhold's of provincial's day&lt;br /&gt;That turns around the page of aspiring play&lt;br /&gt;From the amaze of the city's circling burled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to fire of young minds to go&lt;br /&gt;Seeking their turn to find out and to try&lt;br /&gt;What they are willing to handle with and know&lt;br /&gt;When bent on for glory and each its high&lt;br /&gt;Becoming final to whom they will bound&lt;br /&gt;Like life on lives rising coming around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-3833394261281284629?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/3833394261281284629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=3833394261281284629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3833394261281284629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3833394261281284629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-on-lives-rising.html' title='Life on Lives Rising'/><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-851074438396449193.post-8361188538100795178</id><published>2008-08-30T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:24:22.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is a Dream</title><content type='html'>Here we go once more in a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;Steadfastly on with the dawn's new light&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s glowing in summer's special way&lt;br /&gt;Through the endless time from the night&lt;br /&gt;Love is a hope in its eternal of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Recalling feelings from the misty far on&lt;br /&gt;Where hours are lying in endless esteem&lt;br /&gt;With every passing we thought were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a dream that we miss&lt;br /&gt;Always in the returning of fall&lt;br /&gt;Long gone footsteps and a lost kiss&lt;br /&gt;Those we once more then recall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-8361188538100795178?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/8361188538100795178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=8361188538100795178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8361188538100795178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8361188538100795178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-dream.html' title='Love Is a 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-851074438396449193.post-32339523067707136</id><published>2008-08-29T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:53:35.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Has Come</title><content type='html'>The night has come like a fallen goodness&lt;br /&gt;Into flickering shadows glowing on&lt;br /&gt;Through a dark that carries what is now gone&lt;br /&gt;To the terrain of times own process&lt;br /&gt;The flowers were taken in bouquets pale&lt;br /&gt;To fill in the moments of driven day&lt;br /&gt;In the heart of significance war's play&lt;br /&gt;Like the footsteps on going to their lost trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every like flow of a burning cry&lt;br /&gt;To stillness liberated understanding&lt;br /&gt;Greeting the farewells and asking why&lt;br /&gt;What it is worth these causes commanding&lt;br /&gt;Now fallen like flowers to autumn´s age&lt;br /&gt;Without further reverie in laden stage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-32339523067707136?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/32339523067707136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=32339523067707136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/32339523067707136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/32339523067707136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-has-come.html' title='The Night Has Come'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851074438396449193.post-5146647127335296470</id><published>2008-08-29T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:38:31.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flow Rivers</title><content type='html'>Flow rivers of going time&lt;br /&gt;Into the desire of forgotten brook&lt;br /&gt;Those written are into life's book&lt;br /&gt;In life of its many a prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments to conquer and live&lt;br /&gt;In the grace of its gratifying&lt;br /&gt;What every prospect is trying&lt;br /&gt;And from every its page to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bending of roads coming&lt;br /&gt;And changing the fields overhead&lt;br /&gt;That easily to occasion is read&lt;br /&gt;What every its portion summing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5146647127335296470?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5146647127335296470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5146647127335296470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5146647127335296470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5146647127335296470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/flow-rivers.html' title='Flow Rivers'/><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-851074438396449193.post-8817562183411911811</id><published>2008-08-22T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:25:37.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is So Much Playing</title><content type='html'>Life is so much playing&lt;br /&gt;With everything it has&lt;br /&gt;Of its out and in saying&lt;br /&gt;What it is and what it was&lt;br /&gt;Feeling always something&lt;br /&gt;What it didn't know before&lt;br /&gt;Of every way it’s keeping&lt;br /&gt;And use to open each door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always trying&lt;br /&gt;Making right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;Every lose knot tying&lt;br /&gt;To make it again strong&lt;br /&gt;Finding one and alone&lt;br /&gt;Life’s sometimes struggling&lt;br /&gt;In its fashion and tone&lt;br /&gt;With its difference juggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what it makes&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling thoughts awaken&lt;br /&gt;In its gives and takes&lt;br /&gt;And their maintains making&lt;br /&gt;Entered through and perfect&lt;br /&gt;Making shows and trying&lt;br /&gt;Every of its many aspect&lt;br /&gt;That more or less is sighing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-8817562183411911811?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/8817562183411911811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=8817562183411911811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8817562183411911811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8817562183411911811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-so-much-playing.html' title='Life Is So Much Playing'/><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-851074438396449193.post-5414608040523917086</id><published>2008-08-17T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:55:00.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast In the Instills Of Time</title><content type='html'>Bring me some flowers from rain&lt;br /&gt;Those were wasted to the earth&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes within pain&lt;br /&gt;If it has been tried out in worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast in the instills of time&lt;br /&gt;Displaying the reviewing of gales&lt;br /&gt;Coming to growth in its prime&lt;br /&gt;Everything within instance sails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning is stirring the blossoms&lt;br /&gt;With every steam and new leaf&lt;br /&gt;Withering roots knots of its sums&lt;br /&gt;Through every hour so brief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is a center of motion&lt;br /&gt;That silted below the grass&lt;br /&gt;The stream of the tangling potion&lt;br /&gt;A mirror of time's shattered glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the framework of living&lt;br /&gt;Clawing the dreams going by&lt;br /&gt;So much to the framework giving&lt;br /&gt;Just like those thoughts that fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silhouettes are in the sun&lt;br /&gt;With pink flowers red from the nape&lt;br /&gt;As the colors wither and run&lt;br /&gt;To make their red brown yellow strap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming waiting the shadows&lt;br /&gt;With every curves of backwards still&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes dark in its glows&lt;br /&gt;In every instances and thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like razors edges of the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Outlining the blood red enigmas fire&lt;br /&gt;And moving its pace steady on&lt;br /&gt;To give us new autumn's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's curvier backwards clutching&lt;br /&gt;Into the deprecate of tides waste&lt;br /&gt;Everything with dark woe touching&lt;br /&gt;From its coming new season's own taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enters the lagging of forest's row&lt;br /&gt;And filling the moments with stillness&lt;br /&gt;Now in its memories timeless flow&lt;br /&gt;Where steps become withering chillness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corridor of the tide's flowing chart&lt;br /&gt;Changing its mood in its observing&lt;br /&gt;Flowing eternally on in the depart&lt;br /&gt;With every withering leaf curving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5414608040523917086?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5414608040523917086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5414608040523917086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5414608040523917086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5414608040523917086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/cast-in-instills-of-time.html' title='Cast In the Instills 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-851074438396449193.post-5198540796602399906</id><published>2008-08-17T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:54:26.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Shades of Whim</title><content type='html'>I've had so many phrases&lt;br /&gt;Coming to my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;In cheek brow many gazes&lt;br /&gt;Of each they're on and ought's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mildly dim ago&lt;br /&gt;That every time is stealing&lt;br /&gt;And what we to ourselves owe&lt;br /&gt;In its today own healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like May that comes again&lt;br /&gt;After the winter's dim&lt;br /&gt;To give seeds to our pen&lt;br /&gt;In the many shades of whim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my heart breaks through&lt;br /&gt;To give of its steady beat&lt;br /&gt;Although it's just up to you&lt;br /&gt;How you these aching treat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5198540796602399906?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5198540796602399906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5198540796602399906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5198540796602399906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5198540796602399906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/many-shades-of-whim.html' title='Many Shades of Whim'/><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-851074438396449193.post-3429359810185104125</id><published>2008-08-17T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:48:53.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Lonely &amp; I'm Lonely</title><content type='html'>We are always coming lonely&lt;br /&gt;And trying to be together&lt;br /&gt;For you and you only&lt;br /&gt;Are flickering like the weather&lt;br /&gt;And dreams are too far away&lt;br /&gt;To be of any reality&lt;br /&gt;Like a morning that meets a day&lt;br /&gt;Only to be in its company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is for both of us&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find times thread&lt;br /&gt;And trying to catch up with every loss&lt;br /&gt;That comes to be with us instead&lt;br /&gt;Like love that grows older&lt;br /&gt;And catches us in our while&lt;br /&gt;Time is its many folder&lt;br /&gt;And every its timeless style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always coming to change&lt;br /&gt;And letting the weather conclude&lt;br /&gt;Every its beating blanches&lt;br /&gt;That gives every season its mood&lt;br /&gt;We cannot forget the crying&lt;br /&gt;In the hours many singing tone&lt;br /&gt;As this time's season is dying&lt;br /&gt;And we again shall be alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-3429359810185104125?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/3429359810185104125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=3429359810185104125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3429359810185104125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3429359810185104125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-lonely-im-lonely.html' title='You&apos;re Lonely &amp; I&apos;m Lonely'/><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-851074438396449193.post-4538222277979351435</id><published>2008-08-17T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:25:30.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time And Time Is Passing By</title><content type='html'>Time and time is passing by&lt;br /&gt;Like a haze of drifting high&lt;br /&gt;Seems so little up out there&lt;br /&gt;In their vapor going everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Rising to the moments new&lt;br /&gt;Where the hours is coming through&lt;br /&gt;Or its rain drops in fall&lt;br /&gt;Making echoes drum padding call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is in its sweetly now&lt;br /&gt;Making heart and giving vow&lt;br /&gt;To the feeling in alright&lt;br /&gt;Or the morning coming bright&lt;br /&gt;Never to be afraid of play&lt;br /&gt;In the coming unborn day&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the spangle sleep&lt;br /&gt;From the dreaming dark deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is gold in fluffy treads&lt;br /&gt;Or the roses in spring‘s beds&lt;br /&gt;When the hour is young and still&lt;br /&gt;Before day comes to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Kissing with its morning light&lt;br /&gt;Every darkish winter night&lt;br /&gt;Where the gold comes to the green&lt;br /&gt;And a garden of beauty is seen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-4538222277979351435?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/4538222277979351435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=4538222277979351435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4538222277979351435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4538222277979351435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-and-time-is-passing-by.html' title='Time And Time Is Passing By'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851074438396449193.post-6979338510578747721</id><published>2008-08-16T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:37:07.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flower Will Grow and Grow</title><content type='html'>A flower will grow and grow&lt;br /&gt;And give every petals show&lt;br /&gt;Of love colors up and close&lt;br /&gt;In shades that to summer flows&lt;br /&gt;Of every nature's true choice&lt;br /&gt;Is given much speculation&lt;br /&gt;With every tincture’s rejoice&lt;br /&gt;In its step by step gradation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their moments are never lost&lt;br /&gt;They give of their pleasure’s glow&lt;br /&gt;Of foliage green to yellow rust&lt;br /&gt;As season in its moment's go&lt;br /&gt;Like blue sky in dreams high&lt;br /&gt;Following new twilight's dawn&lt;br /&gt;Where every our fortunate lie&lt;br /&gt;To carry our good judgment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life is like a flower of living&lt;br /&gt;Growing its leaves from steam&lt;br /&gt;Every its laudable there giving&lt;br /&gt;Both of reality and of its dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-6979338510578747721?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/6979338510578747721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=6979338510578747721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/6979338510578747721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/6979338510578747721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/flower-will-grow-and-grow.html' title='A Flower Will Grow and Grow'/><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-851074438396449193.post-3042497239706054488</id><published>2008-08-16T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:36:32.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day And Night Forever Going</title><content type='html'>Day and night forever going&lt;br /&gt;Into the miasma of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Memories from hours glowing&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they might borrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising influences and going on&lt;br /&gt;Into their shivering gone past&lt;br /&gt;Wishes warped but never done&lt;br /&gt;Everything moves on so steadfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaming lights into every start&lt;br /&gt;Finding a new way to fascinate&lt;br /&gt;Rising high from its first impart &lt;br /&gt;Always to give of its own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging contrast in gentle aim&lt;br /&gt;Building on its past forevermore&lt;br /&gt;Roots to develop and life to tame&lt;br /&gt;Opening up its expectations door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-3042497239706054488?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/3042497239706054488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=3042497239706054488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3042497239706054488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3042497239706054488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-and-night-forever-going.html' title='Day And Night Forever Going'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851074438396449193.post-7958200128391460927</id><published>2008-08-16T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:15:33.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Should Always Come True</title><content type='html'>Dreams should always come true in softly go&lt;br /&gt;Like fresh summer after aspiring spring&lt;br /&gt;With a voice from the inside that to eyes sing&lt;br /&gt;When new love it has found in its truly glow&lt;br /&gt;Like a walk of life that is going here through&lt;br /&gt;Finding its inspirations in sweetly taste&lt;br /&gt;And never for a moment in wooing waste&lt;br /&gt;But always coming to live and renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like leaves of green each life is giving&lt;br /&gt;From moments that are living sweetly on&lt;br /&gt;With dreams and hope that always are living&lt;br /&gt;In loveliness seeking and beauty's drawn&lt;br /&gt;Reverie to be here with you for always&lt;br /&gt;Like rainbows after rainfall in gray days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-7958200128391460927?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/7958200128391460927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=7958200128391460927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7958200128391460927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7958200128391460927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreams-should-always-come-true.html' title='Dreams Should Always Come True'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851074438396449193.post-7220908333747795791</id><published>2008-08-16T10:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:14:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivations</title><content type='html'>Day light is always passing away&lt;br /&gt;As evening love songs come through&lt;br /&gt;And the night in its shadow to play&lt;br /&gt;With the breakable heart of two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a reason enough to live&lt;br /&gt;Trying to work out taste or choice&lt;br /&gt;A heart to a heart tries to give&lt;br /&gt;Motivations from within its voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-7220908333747795791?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/7220908333747795791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=7220908333747795791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7220908333747795791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7220908333747795791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/motivations.html' title='Motivations'/><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-851074438396449193.post-7233949059810804843</id><published>2008-08-16T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:12:37.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Time Is Going Around</title><content type='html'>Every time is going around&lt;br /&gt;To the fields of somewhere&lt;br /&gt;From the time of timeless bound&lt;br /&gt;In the ways of morning air&lt;br /&gt;Every reality between’s going&lt;br /&gt;Finding existence in the act&lt;br /&gt;As the motion´s windrowing&lt;br /&gt;In their interaction and contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a between in conception&lt;br /&gt;Straight out of its creation&lt;br /&gt;Proceeding course of exception&lt;br /&gt;In desiring essence narration&lt;br /&gt;The existence of true reality&lt;br /&gt;With response of motions falls&lt;br /&gt;Tones between tones modality&lt;br /&gt;The distance of accenting calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire of potency going through&lt;br /&gt;The descent of life's essence&lt;br /&gt;Something to response to new&lt;br /&gt;In notion outlines evanescence&lt;br /&gt;Life’s like a chorus into the fall&lt;br /&gt;Breathe of the summer leaving&lt;br /&gt;Every its activity swinging haul&lt;br /&gt;Through existence hours cleaving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-7233949059810804843?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/7233949059810804843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=7233949059810804843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7233949059810804843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/7233949059810804843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-time-is-going-around.html' title='Every Time Is Going Around'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851074438396449193.post-5862351885963383916</id><published>2008-08-16T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:11:59.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Corner Around</title><content type='html'>Every corner around&lt;br /&gt;Shadow glow dancing&lt;br /&gt;Dying twinkling found&lt;br /&gt;Into the night blanching&lt;br /&gt;Flowing hollow light&lt;br /&gt;To the deep unknown&lt;br /&gt;Where once was bright&lt;br /&gt;From the corners shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perpetual sightless&lt;br /&gt;Multifoliate kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Every dim to dim caress&lt;br /&gt;Where the night is from&lt;br /&gt;To the eyes reappear&lt;br /&gt;In every meeting going&lt;br /&gt;Circling here and there&lt;br /&gt;Obscure shades showing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a hope&lt;br /&gt;Nesting the lighting on&lt;br /&gt;To the empty elope&lt;br /&gt;That with sight is gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5862351885963383916?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5862351885963383916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5862351885963383916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5862351885963383916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5862351885963383916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-corner-around.html' title='Every Corner Around'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851074438396449193.post-2394956028842896997</id><published>2008-08-15T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:53:02.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born From Earth</title><content type='html'>A land is not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;That is born from earth&lt;br /&gt;And with life feet's trotten’&lt;br /&gt;Of every time's worth&lt;br /&gt;The metaphors of playing&lt;br /&gt;In roots of dream revive&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing is staying&lt;br /&gt;That’s of growing live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supplication’s finding&lt;br /&gt;In twilight’s final meeting&lt;br /&gt;And stone to stone minding&lt;br /&gt;There from past its reading&lt;br /&gt;The twinkling of each fading&lt;br /&gt;In mirror glass water glow&lt;br /&gt;Through wearing cascading&lt;br /&gt;In time that comes slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kingdom’s walking alone&lt;br /&gt;In boondocks crossing land&lt;br /&gt;With every meeting stone&lt;br /&gt;Life’s thought can understand&lt;br /&gt;A glow with its tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Lips of ocean’s salty kiss&lt;br /&gt;Narrow through slenderness&lt;br /&gt;Of every reflection reminisce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-2394956028842896997?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/2394956028842896997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=2394956028842896997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/2394956028842896997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/2394956028842896997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/born-from-earth.html' title='Born From Earth'/><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-851074438396449193.post-1990356669299743695</id><published>2008-08-15T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:05:56.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Hour Falling Eyes</title><content type='html'>Every hour falling eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dreams within its kingdom&lt;br /&gt;With a day of lessening skies&lt;br /&gt;Where the dark is from&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight going in to night&lt;br /&gt;With the leaves of bringing&lt;br /&gt;Every instance from bright&lt;br /&gt;And its ways of thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs fading into this&lt;br /&gt;Of the diffuse entwine&lt;br /&gt;With its many deep on bliss&lt;br /&gt;Flicker of the glisten wine&lt;br /&gt;Every voice of wind’s song&lt;br /&gt;Broken down in shallow&lt;br /&gt;What a heart in days long&lt;br /&gt;And its love might follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every hour into its wear&lt;br /&gt;Fading like old day&lt;br /&gt;Now the shadows are all near&lt;br /&gt;In their dance and play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-1990356669299743695?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/1990356669299743695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=1990356669299743695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/1990356669299743695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/1990356669299743695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-hour-falling-eyes.html' title='Every Hour Falling Eyes'/><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-851074438396449193.post-6960591117654178771</id><published>2008-08-15T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:59:53.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Loves</title><content type='html'>Sweet loves there are many mottled thorns before&lt;br /&gt;With each ticket to its passionate way&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the coming of new quickly day&lt;br /&gt;Where it goes to pouring desire for more&lt;br /&gt;Infinite at first till it receives me&lt;br /&gt;To its endless tang and small universe&lt;br /&gt;Where faith lay buried in its numerous diverse&lt;br /&gt;Of discoveries of existing sense free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to invisible things fallen to reefs&lt;br /&gt;Of river of desire that give life songs&lt;br /&gt;And is guarded within each freshly new sign&lt;br /&gt;The secret blossoms within the motifs&lt;br /&gt;With every its way in its pass-alongs&lt;br /&gt;Like fallen rain drops to the deepest brine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-6960591117654178771?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/6960591117654178771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=6960591117654178771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/6960591117654178771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/6960591117654178771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-loves.html' title='Sweet Loves'/><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-851074438396449193.post-1859291663648367493</id><published>2008-08-14T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:25:47.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day And Night Is All We Have</title><content type='html'>Day and night is all we have&lt;br /&gt;To wonder and bring through&lt;br /&gt;The reach of other in its calve&lt;br /&gt;To make up and then renew&lt;br /&gt;Like voices going through moods&lt;br /&gt;One by one in gesture's wrest&lt;br /&gt;The night of dreams in preludes&lt;br /&gt;Those to the mind are dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crossing roads of shades&lt;br /&gt;Without a form to give or take&lt;br /&gt;Their many prisms in its grades&lt;br /&gt;Feelings sometimes up wake&lt;br /&gt;In leanings to its latest form&lt;br /&gt;Those meanings give in gestures&lt;br /&gt;And in several intimate dorms&lt;br /&gt;Of flow through and vestures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forces of each day and night&lt;br /&gt;In broken rays that soon is gone&lt;br /&gt;Here with mode of flowing sight&lt;br /&gt;Till each dark nightfall is on&lt;br /&gt;Together lost itinerary through&lt;br /&gt;Their forces of going motion&lt;br /&gt;By conduct to refurbish new&lt;br /&gt;Of plummeting light's demotion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-1859291663648367493?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/1859291663648367493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=1859291663648367493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/1859291663648367493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/1859291663648367493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-and-night-is-all-we-have.html' title='Day And Night Is All We Have'/><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-851074438396449193.post-3829478799227215636</id><published>2008-08-13T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:48:01.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><content type='html'>I'm still here in and under waves of time&lt;br /&gt;Giving love songs to my alone standing heart&lt;br /&gt;In the summer breezes that soon shall depart&lt;br /&gt;Every flow of its going and its prime&lt;br /&gt;Deep where the ocean today arise rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Through secrets and its many cutting tart&lt;br /&gt;What life has given or later shall impart &lt;br /&gt;With the tangling roots that to the light climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of time in their weaving far on&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach to every fire inside&lt;br /&gt;Where feelings touch like drifting clouds afar&lt;br /&gt;Everything of love that soon shall be gone&lt;br /&gt;Just like the haze in the blue sky dreams glide&lt;br /&gt;Reaching to destiny of day's wishing star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-3829478799227215636?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/3829478799227215636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=3829478799227215636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3829478799227215636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3829478799227215636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still 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-851074438396449193.post-4684401060288082517</id><published>2008-07-25T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:19:23.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Tears&lt;br /&gt;Will go by&lt;br /&gt;One by one&lt;br /&gt;Into the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will stop them&lt;br /&gt;Only time will give comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainy sky is like&lt;br /&gt;All life crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and one&lt;br /&gt;They go&lt;br /&gt;Those peaceful tear drops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;In your heart&lt;br /&gt;And your love&lt;br /&gt;You are at lost&lt;br /&gt;With them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one &lt;br /&gt;They will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one&lt;br /&gt;They will know&lt;br /&gt;Why you are crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all cry&lt;br /&gt;For a reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-4684401060288082517?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/4684401060288082517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=4684401060288082517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4684401060288082517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4684401060288082517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/07/tears.html' title='Tears'/><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-851074438396449193.post-5113563478056155029</id><published>2008-07-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:11:59.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Come To You</title><content type='html'>I come to you&lt;br /&gt;And beckon my heart&lt;br /&gt;Of what I have here from inside&lt;br /&gt;I come to give&lt;br /&gt;My emotions that start&lt;br /&gt;Like long-ago waves those glide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And offer to you&lt;br /&gt;Each thought of my offering days&lt;br /&gt;Something to few&lt;br /&gt;In molded time clays&lt;br /&gt;And borrowed secrets&lt;br /&gt;In time’s stolen kisses&lt;br /&gt; That words sometimes neglects&lt;br /&gt;And the heart therefore misses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to you&lt;br /&gt;In borrowed time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-5113563478056155029?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/5113563478056155029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=5113563478056155029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5113563478056155029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/5113563478056155029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-come-to-you.html' title='I Come To 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-851074438396449193.post-8866719874364219991</id><published>2008-07-12T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:07:03.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Dream Is a Walk Through</title><content type='html'>Every dream is a walk through&lt;br /&gt;With so much of sprinkling down&lt;br /&gt;Feelings close to me and you&lt;br /&gt;What lies inside this soul town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruddy sunset to the high&lt;br /&gt;And the ground of the rising dawn&lt;br /&gt;Where our evenings sometime lie&lt;br /&gt;In their carelessly spinning span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour of feeling into old dying&lt;br /&gt;Down the tiny wrinkles of time&lt;br /&gt;When a heart of carefully complying&lt;br /&gt;Is sated on the roads of grime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in the rising to its endings&lt;br /&gt;The beginnings of its grays and turns&lt;br /&gt;Every hour sprinkle down mending&lt;br /&gt;In their declined of tomorrow burns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-8866719874364219991?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/8866719874364219991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=8866719874364219991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8866719874364219991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/8866719874364219991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/07/every-dream-is-walk-through.html' title='Every Dream Is a Walk 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-851074438396449193.post-1228519241699495338</id><published>2008-07-11T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T04:24:04.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Morning Coming</title><content type='html'>A flying cloud&lt;br /&gt;In sunshine high&lt;br /&gt;Above the peaceful crowd&lt;br /&gt;Of an open sky&lt;br /&gt;Each day a graceful turn&lt;br /&gt;With patterns of scene&lt;br /&gt;Much secretive burn&lt;br /&gt;Of hours there between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat's eye&lt;br /&gt;Insipid moon&lt;br /&gt;Up in the far and high&lt;br /&gt;Like always there was noon&lt;br /&gt;In desolate bluish night&lt;br /&gt;Of tranquil morning in&lt;br /&gt;Or stillness fainting sight&lt;br /&gt;Like goose-flesh naked skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing fire's amber&lt;br /&gt;Consuming the misty air&lt;br /&gt;Through heavens blaze chamber&lt;br /&gt;That now's coming fair&lt;br /&gt;Its sweetest glow&lt;br /&gt;From up and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;These hours in their go&lt;br /&gt;From the rising of mist in glare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-1228519241699495338?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/1228519241699495338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=1228519241699495338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/1228519241699495338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/1228519241699495338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-morning-coming.html' title='New Morning Coming'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851074438396449193.post-6379338151790856349</id><published>2008-07-10T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:09:39.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Images of Its Beauty</title><content type='html'>Stay&lt;br /&gt;In the day of completeness&lt;br /&gt;Where green are the fields&lt;br /&gt;That momentarily gives&lt;br /&gt;Enduring hands to grow&lt;br /&gt;A garden of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay&lt;br /&gt;With the blue of sky dreams&lt;br /&gt;Those come like clouds drift&lt;br /&gt;To give images of its beauty&lt;br /&gt;In timeless inhabitation&lt;br /&gt;Of longing for the eyes&lt;br /&gt;That never is drawn to nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay&lt;br /&gt;To the windows of each time&lt;br /&gt;To view every aspect therein&lt;br /&gt;The fulsome of the lives going&lt;br /&gt;Into the fields of vitality&lt;br /&gt;Love that is making its subtle&lt;br /&gt;In every its tint making&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-6379338151790856349?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/6379338151790856349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=6379338151790856349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/6379338151790856349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/6379338151790856349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/07/images-of-its-beauty.html' title='Images of Its Beauty'/><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-851074438396449193.post-3179638221266574598</id><published>2008-07-10T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:57:43.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softly</title><content type='html'>Softly like earthly playing&lt;br /&gt;Touching the flames and river&lt;br /&gt;Inside the momentarily claying&lt;br /&gt;And to the times deliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking so soft as the silk&lt;br /&gt;True love and kindness on&lt;br /&gt;Everything within that ilk&lt;br /&gt;Never in the timeless is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowing the haste of life pace&lt;br /&gt;Through every season blooming&lt;br /&gt;Many the on rotating ways &lt;br /&gt;Those always are ever booming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-3179638221266574598?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/3179638221266574598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=3179638221266574598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3179638221266574598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/3179638221266574598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/07/softly.html' title='Softly'/><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-851074438396449193.post-4161496615530402103</id><published>2008-07-10T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:01:54.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days</title><content type='html'>Some days are gone and told&lt;br /&gt;Into the streaming fields&lt;br /&gt;Like stars you can't hold&lt;br /&gt;In far only blinking yields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a house build around&lt;br /&gt;Each the stillness of its mean&lt;br /&gt;Where sometimes nothing's found&lt;br /&gt;Or anything inside them seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of an ongoing trip&lt;br /&gt;Though times emotional state&lt;br /&gt;A conscious ongoing flip&lt;br /&gt;That lies in each such a fate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851074438396449193-4161496615530402103?l=the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/feeds/4161496615530402103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851074438396449193&amp;postID=4161496615530402103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4161496615530402103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851074438396449193/posts/default/4161496615530402103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-complete-collected-poems-of-strai.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>Peter S. 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