<?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-1737409355591343593</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:45:55.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics and Poems of April</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737409355591343593.post-3998222794908086500</id><published>2008-04-21T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:08:34.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Times That Goes On</title><content type='html'>There are times there are dreams&lt;br /&gt;With every day as we know&lt;br /&gt;There are feelings like streams&lt;br /&gt;Of beats that come and go&lt;br /&gt;Every day like distance across&lt;br /&gt;Spaces between our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Every moment in its instance loss&lt;br /&gt;From the ways it once starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circling round somewhere found&lt;br /&gt;In the times that goes on&lt;br /&gt;Feelings bound to their pound&lt;br /&gt;Till its beat are almost done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every opening through and wide&lt;br /&gt;To yesterdays of memories&lt;br /&gt;Where in thoughts they still abide&lt;br /&gt;Filling heart with wishing ease&lt;br /&gt;Rise and fall to lonely roads&lt;br /&gt;Every day that we can't hold on to&lt;br /&gt;Something done a lost gone load&lt;br /&gt;For the hours of the coming new&lt;br /&gt;With the dreams and hopes to unfold&lt;br /&gt;In the clearance of open ways&lt;br /&gt;Stories living some still untold&lt;br /&gt;As their coming like steady phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circling round somewhere found&lt;br /&gt;In the times that goes on&lt;br /&gt;Feelings bound to their pound&lt;br /&gt;Till its beat are almost done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day like distance across&lt;br /&gt;Spaces between our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Every moment in its instance loss&lt;br /&gt;From the ways it once starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow in its fields unknown&lt;br /&gt;Comes to deliver with its trust&lt;br /&gt;The many states of what is shown&lt;br /&gt;Some to ripe and others lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the times that goes and goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-3998222794908086500?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/3998222794908086500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=3998222794908086500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3998222794908086500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3998222794908086500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-times-that-goes-on.html' title='In The Times That Goes 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-1737409355591343593.post-6218113154693407216</id><published>2008-04-21T17:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:07:56.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Got Beside This</title><content type='html'>I have got a feeling&lt;br /&gt;That something is true&lt;br /&gt;Away the hours stealing&lt;br /&gt;To every time’s renew&lt;br /&gt;Like a cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;In its hazy drifting&lt;br /&gt;The low and its high&lt;br /&gt;Each accomplishments shifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have arms to hold&lt;br /&gt;Into the freshness of air&lt;br /&gt;Too many moments unfold&lt;br /&gt;From the spaces everywhere&lt;br /&gt;A clock’s running out of beat&lt;br /&gt;With its two arms to turn&lt;br /&gt;All the way down lonely street&lt;br /&gt;In its thoughts and yearn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got beside this&lt;br /&gt;Something more than I know&lt;br /&gt;Every tomorrow's bliss&lt;br /&gt;That will come as it will go&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong feelings&lt;br /&gt;For everyone to find out&lt;br /&gt;All the going away dealings&lt;br /&gt;That life is here all about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-6218113154693407216?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/6218113154693407216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=6218113154693407216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6218113154693407216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6218113154693407216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-got-beside-this.html' title='I Have Got Beside This'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737409355591343593.post-705411203855677511</id><published>2008-04-21T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:06:49.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and Day – New Summer</title><content type='html'>Day and day for the coming&lt;br /&gt;As new summer comes along&lt;br /&gt;Torches of tinctures strumming&lt;br /&gt;In to its green freshness song&lt;br /&gt;Where a darling's young in light&lt;br /&gt;Of its beautiful spring blossom&lt;br /&gt;And away is all winter's night&lt;br /&gt;Where dark to the dark is from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and day in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Reddish the clouds in drifting&lt;br /&gt;Where birds upon a tree will sing&lt;br /&gt;And the spirit of airs uplifting&lt;br /&gt;And making the moments shine&lt;br /&gt;With every loneliness going away&lt;br /&gt;Longings in a faraway horizon line&lt;br /&gt;When dark will meet its yellow lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of each promises going&lt;br /&gt;In to the high above beyond&lt;br /&gt;With gold of the gold glowing&lt;br /&gt;Like nowhere else is here found&lt;br /&gt;Dancing of leaves in shadows&lt;br /&gt;Drippy of dew drops one by one&lt;br /&gt;Where moments in evening glows&lt;br /&gt;And soon to the twilight is gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-705411203855677511?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/705411203855677511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=705411203855677511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/705411203855677511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/705411203855677511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-and-day-new-summer.html' title='Day and Day – New Summer'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737409355591343593.post-6626750026228768649</id><published>2008-04-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:06:02.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>I love you did you notice this&lt;br /&gt;In the swallowing world of dark&lt;br /&gt;I will come with my heart as it is&lt;br /&gt;And softly as life fire shall spark&lt;br /&gt;My dream is &lt;br /&gt;To you as to me&lt;br /&gt;Filling the forest &lt;br /&gt;With its shade&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to be on top coming free&lt;br /&gt;And bring in peace we both did made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed you trying to reach me&lt;br /&gt;With your hand of such a softly touch&lt;br /&gt;On an open road trustful and willingly&lt;br /&gt;In the coming of closeness so much&lt;br /&gt;The rising &lt;br /&gt;Of love songs that are near&lt;br /&gt;And made just to sing &lt;br /&gt;With freedom&lt;br /&gt;The words in every language you hear&lt;br /&gt;Forever peaceful its peeling blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you as I guess I'll hear from you&lt;br /&gt;With finding some ways to join hands&lt;br /&gt;For a world of freedom is only so true&lt;br /&gt;That's coming together and understands&lt;br /&gt;My dream is &lt;br /&gt;To give such thoughts wing&lt;br /&gt;That lets the opportunities &lt;br /&gt;Be thriving&lt;br /&gt;So we can lift up the chorus and sing&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be living not depriving…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-6626750026228768649?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/6626750026228768649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=6626750026228768649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6626750026228768649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6626750026228768649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-you.html' title='I Love 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-1737409355591343593.post-1755915464069762275</id><published>2008-04-21T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:11:01.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope in Dreams of Rushing Hours</title><content type='html'>I love to be alive like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;In summer among some fragrance flowers&lt;br /&gt;In the waft of the day of beautiful hours&lt;br /&gt;With my wings flying through the open clear sky&lt;br /&gt;To have all the command to see and to try&lt;br /&gt;Carry the beat of its pulsation powers&lt;br /&gt;That comes as hope in dreams of rushing hours&lt;br /&gt;Never to a fluffy thought wander and die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all like the breeze in the leaves&lt;br /&gt;Giving hope with its song and its confide&lt;br /&gt;That goes from the day to evening singing&lt;br /&gt;Every drifting cloud of man's believes&lt;br /&gt;Those through the air of the blue always glide&lt;br /&gt;Each new opportunity they're bringing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-1755915464069762275?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/1755915464069762275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=1755915464069762275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/1755915464069762275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/1755915464069762275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/hope-in-dreams-of-rushing-hours.html' title='Hope in Dreams of Rushing Hours'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-6265967459750008078</id><published>2008-04-21T05:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:09:59.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Shadows of Stillness</title><content type='html'>The leaping streams of all gone yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;Are always with us in memories still&lt;br /&gt;Like a posy of silent gold clay thrill&lt;br /&gt;With everything that in a thought plays&lt;br /&gt;The slowness of forgetful feathers grays&lt;br /&gt;In shadows of stillness remembrance frill&lt;br /&gt;Each hour in lathered up destiny fill&lt;br /&gt;That shows its gifts in ground of many lays&lt;br /&gt;Where there's nothing always in its waiting&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams that come to be forever lost&lt;br /&gt;Though always with this knowledge debating&lt;br /&gt;Broken route or another that gets crossed&lt;br /&gt;So much in wandering searching that stopped&lt;br /&gt;Or was with the ordinary days dropped&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-6265967459750008078?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/6265967459750008078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=6265967459750008078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6265967459750008078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6265967459750008078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-shadows-of-stillness.html' title='In Shadows of Stillness'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737409355591343593.post-4373714133654257494</id><published>2008-04-17T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:14:51.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something So Wonderful</title><content type='html'>Let my love be everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Inside times of here and there&lt;br /&gt;When the sky becomes bluer&lt;br /&gt;And every love is also truer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is born in summer time&lt;br /&gt;For its while is in its prime&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as every fresh and young&lt;br /&gt;That is taught to come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings like a temperature&lt;br /&gt;Giving touches with their steer&lt;br /&gt;Something so much wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Far from winter's dark and dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those strokes of perfumed air&lt;br /&gt;In its surroundings everywhere&lt;br /&gt;When care for is coming like bliss&lt;br /&gt;With its new growing morn and kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our love be like its hope&lt;br /&gt;Something for blue sky in scope&lt;br /&gt;In its high vastly cloudless space&lt;br /&gt;With those moments full of grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When days are in their sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And every sensation is quite fine&lt;br /&gt;When you and I are both in love&lt;br /&gt;With spring and blue skies above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our love be everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Inside routs to the forest there&lt;br /&gt;When our hope is finding ways&lt;br /&gt;And our love to the hour plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is born with summer times&lt;br /&gt;And for a while is in its primes&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as every fresh and young&lt;br /&gt;That is born to come this time along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-4373714133654257494?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/4373714133654257494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=4373714133654257494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/4373714133654257494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/4373714133654257494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-so-wonderful.html' title='Something So Wonderful'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-6607333801923069605</id><published>2008-04-16T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:16:28.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushing Every Hour</title><content type='html'>A day is never going to be&lt;br /&gt;Something inside of eternity&lt;br /&gt;It’s only a moment's flow&lt;br /&gt;Rising in times to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere of passing ways&lt;br /&gt;As it with intermissions plays&lt;br /&gt;For your thoughts to awake&lt;br /&gt;With what is in its stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of clouds drifting&lt;br /&gt;As times moves through its shifting&lt;br /&gt;Making itinerary rising melody&lt;br /&gt;Something for hope's opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the irrigate of a river&lt;br /&gt;Splashing on through to deliver&lt;br /&gt;And comforting a moment's find&lt;br /&gt;Of knowledge and wishes combined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day to day to deliver&lt;br /&gt;Puff of air of every hope's shiver&lt;br /&gt;That wakes up and sets open&lt;br /&gt;Purposes and atmospheres elopin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing every hour to come&lt;br /&gt;Where its surroundings are from&lt;br /&gt;Turning and giving of the new&lt;br /&gt;That comes in its avowal through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;embed name="myflashfetish" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/mff-mpodmin.swf" width="158" height="208" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=9225950&amp;amp;path=2008/04/16&amp;amp;mycolor=0x122622&amp;amp;mycolor2=0x228C75&amp;amp;mycolor3=0x4DD5FF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=8" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/playlist/9225950" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Get Music Tracks!" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" alt="Get Music Tracks!" src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Create A Playlist!" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" alt="Create A Playlist!" src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDgzODk*NjUxMDkmcHQ9MTIwODM4OTY1MjA5OCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-6607333801923069605?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/6607333801923069605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=6607333801923069605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6607333801923069605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6607333801923069605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/rushing-every-hour.html' title='Rushing Every Hour'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-7876775102390254733</id><published>2008-04-15T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:02:40.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are What You Are (Whatever You Do)</title><content type='html'>You are what you are&lt;br /&gt;Always everywhere in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Come near or be afar&lt;br /&gt;You can never from yourself depart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy to see what it is&lt;br /&gt;All that is inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Around wheeling start time’s bliss&lt;br /&gt;What comes in and out to renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your footsteps going&lt;br /&gt;Into the woods of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;With every opportunity showing&lt;br /&gt;Where dreams had before flown&lt;br /&gt;Systems and spaces to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Something is going to become&lt;br /&gt;Stars of the shining everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Each of their faraway from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what you are&lt;br /&gt;Always everywhere in this space&lt;br /&gt;Come near or be afar&lt;br /&gt;You can never get out of your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run as you may to come back&lt;br /&gt;Always the same into your same&lt;br /&gt;Merry-go-round on to your track&lt;br /&gt;From where you in creation came &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the sun and her sideways&lt;br /&gt;Run through each your call&lt;br /&gt;A morning may come in its grays&lt;br /&gt;And become yellow by fall&lt;br /&gt;Be this or that for its purpose&lt;br /&gt;You are the one to decide&lt;br /&gt;Flooding in a motion that goes&lt;br /&gt;With life's opportunities glide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(“You are what you are” – If anybody tells you differently, than he/she has a ‘formula’ about him/herself…)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-7876775102390254733?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/7876775102390254733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=7876775102390254733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7876775102390254733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7876775102390254733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-are-what-you-are-whatever-you-do.html' title='You Are What You Are (Whatever You Do)'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-3245364761930226623</id><published>2008-04-15T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:34:31.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock-Crow of Sky Clouds</title><content type='html'>Somebody is waiting inside this way&lt;br /&gt;Feeling some trouble and being alone&lt;br /&gt;Coming to first light and giving its gray&lt;br /&gt;Always on itinerant like stepping stone&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the woods of hopes and new tries&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to give of or from it take&lt;br /&gt;Opening wounds of bottomless skies&lt;br /&gt;Each in its morning that must again wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on askance and losing the road&lt;br /&gt;Into the chaos of times already gone&lt;br /&gt;All is its holdings and each heavy load&lt;br /&gt;Something of need that shouldn’t be done&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on fate wherever it comes&lt;br /&gt;Cock-crow of sky clouds drifting along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere like a clock in blankness hums&lt;br /&gt;Every of is tick ticking going on song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything of need should come in to time&lt;br /&gt;Filling sideways of untaken old thought&lt;br /&gt;Where is its low lay and each its prime&lt;br /&gt;Of opportunities in needs getting caught&lt;br /&gt;Black daybreaks beauty filling that sky&lt;br /&gt;Across an open paddock of deep and dark&lt;br /&gt;Where every span is with its own try&lt;br /&gt;With its today and the night in new spark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-3245364761930226623?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/3245364761930226623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=3245364761930226623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3245364761930226623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3245364761930226623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/cock-crow-of-sky-clouds.html' title='Cock-Crow of Sky Clouds'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737409355591343593.post-204871014316707930</id><published>2008-04-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:27:58.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Wind Blown</title><content type='html'>I thought I was done&lt;br /&gt;Into moods of my own&lt;br /&gt;Already gone&lt;br /&gt;Totally wind blown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a through and through drift&lt;br /&gt;Of wintry pathways&lt;br /&gt;Markedly swift&lt;br /&gt;In the moments of grays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you came along&lt;br /&gt;Singing out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;With your kind of song&lt;br /&gt;And for me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something from the living&lt;br /&gt;In streams of this cold&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures inside giving&lt;br /&gt;To life of earth unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave something to show&lt;br /&gt;That I was worthy too&lt;br /&gt;A little rose's bed glow&lt;br /&gt;Laid in the colors true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I's something specific&lt;br /&gt;Of this day on&lt;br /&gt;A seed in ground - magnific&lt;br /&gt;To become a tree in lawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-204871014316707930?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/204871014316707930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=204871014316707930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/204871014316707930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/204871014316707930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/totally-wind-blown.html' title='Totally Wind Blown'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-1019456646393667167</id><published>2008-04-14T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:46:22.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Is and Then Becomes</title><content type='html'>Times are passing from new to old&lt;br /&gt;And giving some spaces between&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the hours you cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes that was seen&lt;br /&gt;Filling the air with its manifold:&lt;br /&gt;What it is and then becomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as it is with assorted ways&lt;br /&gt;Molded into faces of memories&lt;br /&gt;Periods and reigns in many plays&lt;br /&gt;Roots and branches of growing trees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-1019456646393667167?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/1019456646393667167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=1019456646393667167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/1019456646393667167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/1019456646393667167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-it-is-and-then-becomes.html' title='What It Is and Then Becomes'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-3161697981407121696</id><published>2008-04-14T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:14:05.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New – To Come</title><content type='html'>I'll be the mask&lt;br /&gt;Of inside free&lt;br /&gt;To each coming task&lt;br /&gt;That becomes me&lt;br /&gt;Tincturing the shade&lt;br /&gt;Of springtime come&lt;br /&gt;The earthly made&lt;br /&gt;Of rainbows from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is to seek&lt;br /&gt;Conquer and outlay&lt;br /&gt;Sky stroke and its streak&lt;br /&gt;Of a coming day&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the breeze&lt;br /&gt;That was once new&lt;br /&gt;Life is but its glees&lt;br /&gt;And unlucky to view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be new while&lt;br /&gt;And difference to eyes&lt;br /&gt;The concrete tile&lt;br /&gt;To dreamy skies&lt;br /&gt;Each beam to spring&lt;br /&gt;That glowing on long&lt;br /&gt;For I shall sing&lt;br /&gt;My heart to earth song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-3161697981407121696?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/3161697981407121696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=3161697981407121696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3161697981407121696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3161697981407121696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-to-come.html' title='The New – To Come'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737409355591343593.post-7684653011019105656</id><published>2008-04-14T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T08:23:24.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem to Get Old</title><content type='html'>Every day that comes shall get old&lt;br /&gt;With the spinning wheels of infinity&lt;br /&gt;And age in pastimes for you and me&lt;br /&gt;To give each one prosper to raise and hold&lt;br /&gt;Stories activeness that still unfold&lt;br /&gt;To the covet to win or lose and see&lt;br /&gt;That dwells in each belonging inside free&lt;br /&gt;Whereby our living thoughts come and mold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much is in context within grow charms&lt;br /&gt;To give from and spend while time is still air&lt;br /&gt;In thereby courage that flows and swarms&lt;br /&gt;Of comparisons to set in given share&lt;br /&gt;Virtues of age for personality bend&lt;br /&gt;Of what it has given to comprehend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-7684653011019105656?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/7684653011019105656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=7684653011019105656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7684653011019105656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7684653011019105656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-to-get-old.html' title='A Poem to Get Old'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-4584544063490691028</id><published>2008-04-14T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:00:09.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterdays to Tomorrows</title><content type='html'>Blows of bubble sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Into the despair wind&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays to tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;Surfaces of true chagrined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green and young woe&lt;br /&gt;To the universe bang&lt;br /&gt;In its fast and slow&lt;br /&gt;Understanding full song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little thickness surfaces&lt;br /&gt;Frequently to fail&lt;br /&gt;Sea of moonlit disguises&lt;br /&gt;Lost in forgetful trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding springs to come&lt;br /&gt;Thinner or more thicker&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is from&lt;br /&gt;Time’s stretching clicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blows the wind that blows&lt;br /&gt;Into the unknown alive&lt;br /&gt;Every morning goes&lt;br /&gt;When new beginnings arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tides of two sided loin&lt;br /&gt;With its spinning wheels&lt;br /&gt;Inn and out the conjoin&lt;br /&gt;From this to the other ideals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• To E. E. Cummings, #43, 50 Poems&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-4584544063490691028?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/4584544063490691028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=4584544063490691028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/4584544063490691028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/4584544063490691028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterdays-to-tomorrows.html' title='Yesterdays to Tomorrows'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-6865109653358396117</id><published>2008-04-14T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T05:07:48.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Is Standing Still</title><content type='html'>Nothing is standing still&lt;br /&gt;Only the dreams that go&lt;br /&gt;Hours of something will&lt;br /&gt;Depart in its flow&lt;br /&gt;Something to lose or pass&lt;br /&gt;Words over definition&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it really was&lt;br /&gt;It's gone in its transmission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harness of the loose&lt;br /&gt;Like brickstones in a wall&lt;br /&gt;The oracularity adduce&lt;br /&gt;In its stepwise fall&lt;br /&gt;Between fragment and prose&lt;br /&gt;Brought back their relation&lt;br /&gt;Anything that goes&lt;br /&gt;Moment's causation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performances to forms&lt;br /&gt;A window against open sky&lt;br /&gt;Mixed up with norms&lt;br /&gt;And asking every why&lt;br /&gt;Again and again between&lt;br /&gt;Something over meaning&lt;br /&gt;That needs still to be seen&lt;br /&gt;In its begin convening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• In memory of Frank Zappa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-6865109653358396117?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/6865109653358396117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=6865109653358396117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6865109653358396117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6865109653358396117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/nothing-is-standing-still.html' title='Nothing Is Standing Still'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-3253467515047730637</id><published>2008-04-13T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:42:23.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentarily Glow</title><content type='html'>Rise to the occasion&lt;br /&gt;Every day is worthy&lt;br /&gt;Be its simple complication&lt;br /&gt;Grass of swaying earthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that goes or is found&lt;br /&gt;Time to open spaces&lt;br /&gt;Everything that comes around&lt;br /&gt;Full of moment´s graces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are two of the same&lt;br /&gt;Giving contrast lines&lt;br /&gt;Only different is the name&lt;br /&gt;And what nature defines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late night or a morning&lt;br /&gt;In our thoughts and mind&lt;br /&gt;Filling up its learning&lt;br /&gt;With what we both find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting every aspect &lt;br /&gt;That we are getting through&lt;br /&gt;What you need or expect&lt;br /&gt;Is mostly up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding weaving hours&lt;br /&gt;For your threads to go&lt;br /&gt;Among the deepest flowers&lt;br /&gt;Its momentarily glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-3253467515047730637?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/3253467515047730637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=3253467515047730637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3253467515047730637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3253467515047730637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/momentarily-glow.html' title='Momentarily Glow'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-7431689790845152850</id><published>2008-04-13T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:21:44.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take This All New Going Poem</title><content type='html'>Take this time and fly in sight&lt;br /&gt;Originality is everything&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine flowers new and bright&lt;br /&gt;Is how the words you sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come come and show their bending&lt;br /&gt;The slivery leaves of thought&lt;br /&gt;In to the moments blending&lt;br /&gt;What inspirations have taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut every clipping and start&lt;br /&gt;With making your own right away&lt;br /&gt;So much there has driven apart&lt;br /&gt;From every through and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the moments you live&lt;br /&gt;To show of the good and new&lt;br /&gt;Everything worthy to give&lt;br /&gt;If it is clearly from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this all new going poem&lt;br /&gt;And raise it up trouble free&lt;br /&gt;Or forgetfulness becomes its diadem&lt;br /&gt;That comes to be for eternally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to make trouble with&lt;br /&gt;Written on its blank page&lt;br /&gt;Words to the words own myth&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to give from its age&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-7431689790845152850?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/7431689790845152850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=7431689790845152850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7431689790845152850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7431689790845152850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/take-this-all-new-going-poem.html' title='Take This All New Going Poem'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-7937310383988292435</id><published>2008-04-13T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:10:16.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me the Freshness</title><content type='html'>Now come here and bring your tuneful with you&lt;br /&gt;Every singing of its stream and ways&lt;br /&gt;Like water drizzling and filling with plays&lt;br /&gt;Each mood of its rainfall coming here through&lt;br /&gt;Give me the freshness of journals of heart&lt;br /&gt;The longings and feelings that never die&lt;br /&gt;Like a morning of daybreak's coming sky&lt;br /&gt;Truth that lies behind each horizon start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the knowing that peace is ready&lt;br /&gt;To find and deliver happenings around&lt;br /&gt;The readings I hear in the callings there&lt;br /&gt;Every footfall that paces in steady&lt;br /&gt;With growth to deliver in wilderness found&lt;br /&gt;Something that only freedom could steer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-7937310383988292435?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/7937310383988292435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=7937310383988292435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7937310383988292435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7937310383988292435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/give-me-freshness.html' title='Give Me the Freshness'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-25589050907049617</id><published>2008-04-13T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:08:53.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Clouds Go By</title><content type='html'>Let the clouds go by&lt;br /&gt;Into their hazy drift&lt;br /&gt;Clear it to a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And your spring spirit uplift&lt;br /&gt;Every upside and down&lt;br /&gt;Never for too long to stay&lt;br /&gt;Walk the happiness town&lt;br /&gt;Every gray morning day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift your heart up to the hills&lt;br /&gt;When the dim is inside you&lt;br /&gt;Every pleasure it fulfills&lt;br /&gt;When you are so much in blue&lt;br /&gt;There are no reasons for sorrow&lt;br /&gt;When the day is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;There might be a tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When such paths are memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and give me starlight&lt;br /&gt;Gently softly in its torch&lt;br /&gt;Always day turning the night&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Let our love be still around&lt;br /&gt;When autumn shall arrive&lt;br /&gt;And yellow leaves are found&lt;br /&gt;In these woods and drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the clouds go by&lt;br /&gt;Into their cloudy drift&lt;br /&gt;Clear it to a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;So my strength shall uplift&lt;br /&gt;Every upside and down&lt;br /&gt;Never for too long to stay&lt;br /&gt;Walk the happiness town&lt;br /&gt;Every dreary morn day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-25589050907049617?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/25589050907049617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=25589050907049617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/25589050907049617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/25589050907049617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-clouds-go-by.html' title='Let the Clouds Go By'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737409355591343593.post-2390898187731920132</id><published>2008-04-13T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:07:56.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming</title><content type='html'>You and I to make a wish&lt;br /&gt;Living for our daydreams&lt;br /&gt;Feelings somehow to perish&lt;br /&gt;Everything what of dream seems&lt;br /&gt;Love songs into nowhere space&lt;br /&gt;Not to be completely sure&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness and full of grace&lt;br /&gt;Coming here for evermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again and again to the night&lt;br /&gt;Wherever our wishes go&lt;br /&gt;Something from inside so bright&lt;br /&gt;With everything to show&lt;br /&gt;You and I always finding&lt;br /&gt;What everything there means&lt;br /&gt;Onto the spaces both riding&lt;br /&gt;With our imaginary scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming you and I&lt;br /&gt;Finding the clouds of hope&lt;br /&gt;Up up in the highest sky&lt;br /&gt;Where the everydays elope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs without a reason&lt;br /&gt;Across the days of truth&lt;br /&gt;Always for every season&lt;br /&gt;In their eternally youth&lt;br /&gt;Come here to give what seems&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hold too close&lt;br /&gt;With their fantasy deems&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a puff away it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming on and on&lt;br /&gt;And feeling the shifting ways&lt;br /&gt;So much of its occasion begun&lt;br /&gt;In to ordinary simple days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-2390898187731920132?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/2390898187731920132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=2390898187731920132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/2390898187731920132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/2390898187731920132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/daydreaming.html' title='Daydreaming'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-7073843323504121625</id><published>2008-04-12T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:35:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine’s and Showers</title><content type='html'>Touch me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;With your wings of fire&lt;br /&gt;Show me that you care&lt;br /&gt;For my own desire&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a flower&lt;br /&gt;That opens to light&lt;br /&gt;In dawn's new hour&lt;br /&gt;Of the coming bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me what I need&lt;br /&gt;In to a beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Lips from lips to read&lt;br /&gt;Begin of love's start&lt;br /&gt;Like a blossom night&lt;br /&gt;Into the hours giving&lt;br /&gt;Every touch and flight&lt;br /&gt;Two of loves are living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moods becoming true&lt;br /&gt;Of what we both know&lt;br /&gt;Always again to renew&lt;br /&gt;With its instant glow&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine’s and showers&lt;br /&gt;Waves to open shore&lt;br /&gt;Each one which is ours&lt;br /&gt;To give &lt;br /&gt;…and give some more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-7073843323504121625?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/7073843323504121625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=7073843323504121625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7073843323504121625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7073843323504121625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunshines-and-showers.html' title='Sunshine’s and Showers'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-2012172315922853417</id><published>2008-04-07T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:11:38.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Found Melody</title><content type='html'>I have found melody&lt;br /&gt;Inside this new spring&lt;br /&gt;Songs of air forever free&lt;br /&gt;To new earth now to sing&lt;br /&gt;Fragrances of summer roses&lt;br /&gt;Filling up the air&lt;br /&gt;As summer near closes&lt;br /&gt;Comes on beautiful here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of the trees&lt;br /&gt;Giving breezy harmony&lt;br /&gt;Landscapes viewing please&lt;br /&gt;The joyful and carefree&lt;br /&gt;So much in blossoms around&lt;br /&gt;Even in For-Get-Me-Not&lt;br /&gt;Its bluish optimistic found&lt;br /&gt;In every its little lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouquets of dales and hills&lt;br /&gt;Giving the eye its beauty&lt;br /&gt;In its fresh daybreak stills&lt;br /&gt;And in the days of each duty&lt;br /&gt;I have found melody&lt;br /&gt;Bound to the sky and lake&lt;br /&gt;Ever so loving and carefree&lt;br /&gt;Always my heart to up wake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-2012172315922853417?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/2012172315922853417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=2012172315922853417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/2012172315922853417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/2012172315922853417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-found-melody.html' title='I Have Found Melody'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-6223697135432843028</id><published>2008-04-07T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:50:28.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playfully Light</title><content type='html'>Love darkness comes so easily&lt;br /&gt;Into the haze of evening bright&lt;br /&gt;Playfully light and so breezily&lt;br /&gt;From corners to corner into sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every comport to hold and give&lt;br /&gt;The touches those never grow old&lt;br /&gt;Every thought that sways to live&lt;br /&gt;And into the futures must unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lips of the sky and earth&lt;br /&gt;The flowers of colorful shade&lt;br /&gt;The new into new in spring’s birth&lt;br /&gt;And sea that in waves never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love song to burn and giving fate&lt;br /&gt;With plentiful for every week&lt;br /&gt;Each beauty and its weighing debate&lt;br /&gt;The strong of its lines and meek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-6223697135432843028?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/6223697135432843028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=6223697135432843028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6223697135432843028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6223697135432843028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/playfully-light.html' title='Playfully Light'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-452727016451982290</id><published>2008-04-07T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:11:18.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs of Living</title><content type='html'>Easy glowing in its going&lt;br /&gt;Just like the day to night&lt;br /&gt;When light to dark's flowing&lt;br /&gt;Into ocean of lost flight&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go but under deep&lt;br /&gt;Around the horizon line&lt;br /&gt;Beams of sun rippling weep&lt;br /&gt;There comes dark into sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday’s feelings always old&lt;br /&gt;Lost in their deep memories&lt;br /&gt;Where every ebbing will enfold&lt;br /&gt;Into the forgotten seas&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of living&lt;br /&gt;Deep in ones heart&lt;br /&gt;Through every season giving&lt;br /&gt;Into its new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here and glow morning slow&lt;br /&gt;Into newborn day&lt;br /&gt;Before the gleam again must go&lt;br /&gt;On its twilight way&lt;br /&gt;Hush every leaf in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Hour of silent close&lt;br /&gt;Coming through dim and trees&lt;br /&gt;Before again it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of night day so bright&lt;br /&gt;All into life showing&lt;br /&gt;Bring in the day high and bright&lt;br /&gt;Every footstep rowing&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere but here in beauty lies&lt;br /&gt;Strangely in dawns fire&lt;br /&gt;When every cloud burns in dyes&lt;br /&gt;Like love's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday’s feelings always old&lt;br /&gt;Lost in their deep memories&lt;br /&gt;Where every ebbing will enfold&lt;br /&gt;Into the forgotten seas&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of living&lt;br /&gt;Deep in ones heart&lt;br /&gt;Through every season giving&lt;br /&gt;Into its new start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-452727016451982290?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/452727016451982290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=452727016451982290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/452727016451982290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/452727016451982290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-songs-of-living.html' title='Love Songs of Living'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-5739172129465294100</id><published>2008-04-07T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:08:11.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch the Wind Desire</title><content type='html'>Catch the wind desire&lt;br /&gt;Cloud and cloud by&lt;br /&gt;Every longing's fire&lt;br /&gt;Above in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere high in clouds&lt;br /&gt;Love songs of breeze&lt;br /&gt;Over streets and crowds&lt;br /&gt;Sounding in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every love song lonely&lt;br /&gt;In and there about&lt;br /&gt;Giving tunes only&lt;br /&gt;In there and out&lt;br /&gt;You and I so truly&lt;br /&gt;In love with spring days&lt;br /&gt;And summers coming July&lt;br /&gt;In its shading ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the wind high&lt;br /&gt;Flying over here&lt;br /&gt;Everything to try&lt;br /&gt;Coming from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Love songs in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Lonely there in a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere you and I&lt;br /&gt;Going with the crowd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-5739172129465294100?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/5739172129465294100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=5739172129465294100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/5739172129465294100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/5739172129465294100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/catch-wind-desire.html' title='Catch the Wind Desire'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-2515054096174285911</id><published>2008-04-07T07:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:07:20.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In April I Love You</title><content type='html'>In April I love you&lt;br /&gt;When spring is coming in&lt;br /&gt;With everything fresh and new&lt;br /&gt;To catch and catch to win&lt;br /&gt;Days of new grass&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of winter gone&lt;br /&gt;In everything that gloomy was&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkish done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summer I'll hold you&lt;br /&gt;And sing this lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Where colors become true&lt;br /&gt;In evening lustrous sky&lt;br /&gt;And there is nowhere darkness&lt;br /&gt;Inside that cries&lt;br /&gt;Only full summer caress&lt;br /&gt;As moments of day flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this song we both are&lt;br /&gt;Giving of and sharing&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is too afar&lt;br /&gt;That’s not worth steering&lt;br /&gt;Life coming through&lt;br /&gt;From dark hours going&lt;br /&gt;All is fresh and new&lt;br /&gt;In its wonderful time glowing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-2515054096174285911?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/2515054096174285911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=2515054096174285911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/2515054096174285911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/2515054096174285911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-april-i-love-you.html' title='In April I Love 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-1737409355591343593.post-439517367779686496</id><published>2008-04-07T07:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:05:55.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue in Green</title><content type='html'>Blue in green&lt;br /&gt;Over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere seen&lt;br /&gt;Of its own notion&lt;br /&gt;Listen to its song&lt;br /&gt;Of a waving motion&lt;br /&gt;All day long&lt;br /&gt;In dual erosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue sea stream&lt;br /&gt;Black sand heart&lt;br /&gt;Blue moon beam&lt;br /&gt;Darkish rampart&lt;br /&gt;Every motion wave&lt;br /&gt;To and fro and in&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming crave&lt;br /&gt;In its own spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue love song&lt;br /&gt;Nature in its wild&lt;br /&gt;Every thought long&lt;br /&gt;Drizzling mild&lt;br /&gt;From rainy above cloud&lt;br /&gt;To the pebble stones&lt;br /&gt;Dripping half loud&lt;br /&gt;Rhythmic beating tones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-439517367779686496?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/439517367779686496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=439517367779686496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/439517367779686496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/439517367779686496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/blue-in-green.html' title='Blue in Green'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1737409355591343593.post-6902510991926338814</id><published>2008-04-07T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:04:32.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is a Love</title><content type='html'>Love is to let it flow and shine&lt;br /&gt;Anything inside of mystery&lt;br /&gt;Giving a feeling you can't define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for never let go&lt;br /&gt;Always much inside giving free&lt;br /&gt;What it is I cannot really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is giving me something&lt;br /&gt;That is always much luck&lt;br /&gt;From every inside cord and string&lt;br /&gt;Never to nowhere stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a love I have for you&lt;br /&gt;Love is a love that always is&lt;br /&gt;Someone to hold dreams true&lt;br /&gt;Something to give from and miss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-6902510991926338814?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/6902510991926338814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=6902510991926338814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6902510991926338814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/6902510991926338814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is-love.html' title='Love Is a 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-1737409355591343593.post-7461656888105355129</id><published>2008-04-07T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:03:37.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Time Will Change Everything</title><content type='html'>Just the way you are always&lt;br /&gt;And time will change everything&lt;br /&gt;Feeling of old interplays&lt;br /&gt;With your heart and belonging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like day and night is here&lt;br /&gt;Torching each moment on&lt;br /&gt;Love is a way to share&lt;br /&gt;Everything till it’s gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the manner it goes&lt;br /&gt;Into the evening ways&lt;br /&gt;Memories like sun glows&lt;br /&gt;Of to the going yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was here still&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago&lt;br /&gt;And hope was in time's fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Within the reddish glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you and I&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sometimes differently&lt;br /&gt;Under hope's variety sky&lt;br /&gt;That is here drifting free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows the reality&lt;br /&gt;Filling the nowhere now&lt;br /&gt;So much is contrasting indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Into each high era and low&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-7461656888105355129?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/7461656888105355129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=7461656888105355129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7461656888105355129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/7461656888105355129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-time-will-change-everything.html' title='And Time Will Change Everything'/><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-1737409355591343593.post-3421637114572328867</id><published>2008-04-07T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:02:47.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Through Time Leaves</title><content type='html'>Dancing through time leaves&lt;br /&gt;All the thoughts that come&lt;br /&gt;In its instances briefs&lt;br /&gt;Where aimless steps are from&lt;br /&gt;Living and defining&lt;br /&gt;What entrance becomes now&lt;br /&gt;Words to moods tying&lt;br /&gt;Bringing together somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dances through desire&lt;br /&gt;With every touch in smoke&lt;br /&gt;Bringing it to its fire&lt;br /&gt;That gone days did evoke&lt;br /&gt;So much in burning flames&lt;br /&gt;And living in new sparks&lt;br /&gt;Together concepts tames&lt;br /&gt;In filling out fall in darks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time's plenty of own&lt;br /&gt;Music of words on page&lt;br /&gt;With your thoughts have grown&lt;br /&gt;To carry its different stage&lt;br /&gt;Ah love song of my time&lt;br /&gt;With some thoughts from me&lt;br /&gt;Allowing it grow its climb&lt;br /&gt;Of new root everlastingly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1737409355591343593-3421637114572328867?l=lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/feeds/3421637114572328867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1737409355591343593&amp;postID=3421637114572328867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3421637114572328867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1737409355591343593/posts/default/3421637114572328867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrics-and-poems-of-april.blogspot.com/2008/04/dancing-through-time-leaves.html' title='Dancing Through Time Leaves'/><author><name>Peter S. 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