<?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-8930428269481652505</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:53:08.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Dark and Deep</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8930428269481652505.post-5550532927567629592</id><published>2009-02-06T13:08:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:09:33.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Loving - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>So much loving is always coming here&lt;br /&gt;Like a colorful flower garden starting&lt;br /&gt;In its giving and their much sweetly care&lt;br /&gt;Never from a love dried out and departing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much feeling to have from the inside&lt;br /&gt;Giving of what it trustworthily can&lt;br /&gt;Never in the dimly shadowy hide&lt;br /&gt;Only growing through all its rising span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our yesterdays were much in our desire&lt;br /&gt;Something to give of - and from it take&lt;br /&gt;Feelings for fresh love in their utmost fire&lt;br /&gt;And what it brings in its timely awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love that is always so sweet and wild&lt;br /&gt;Of its lustrous burning flames, and beguiled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-5550532927567629592?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/5550532927567629592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=5550532927567629592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/5550532927567629592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/5550532927567629592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-loving-sonnet.html' title='So Much Loving - Sonnet'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8930428269481652505.post-592780750492953664</id><published>2009-02-06T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:08:35.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Horizon - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>On the horizon of the evening&lt;br /&gt;Where destiny for everyone truly lies&lt;br /&gt;Where all the birds in their sleep shall on sing&lt;br /&gt;From the going of the day rise sunshine skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all love is so sweet in romantic mood&lt;br /&gt;With the playing of the twinkling starry shine&lt;br /&gt;The morning on coming is dreamy on food&lt;br /&gt;So glistening falling in day breaking twine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shadows are dancing into the night&lt;br /&gt;And our dreams will go sailing in desire&lt;br /&gt;From falling of day in diminishing light&lt;br /&gt;When the sun will blow out its living fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the reddish-golden sky away goes&lt;br /&gt;So our dreams come in with their fancy glows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-592780750492953664?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/592780750492953664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=592780750492953664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/592780750492953664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/592780750492953664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-horizon-sonnet.html' title='On The Horizon - Sonnet'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8930428269481652505.post-610929590322266070</id><published>2009-02-06T06:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:46:59.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aching To the Pleasure - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>In my saying there is a playing that goes on&lt;br /&gt;In each reckless and abandoning ways&lt;br /&gt;From the understanding through thin air plays&lt;br /&gt;That to my wonder of cold front is gone&lt;br /&gt;Each dream has a beginning to be done&lt;br /&gt;With those feeling that are clear within you&lt;br /&gt;And come through like a thunder out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;With their falling drum beat constipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causing chances that might be now too afar&lt;br /&gt;Gliding through the compass holds of each time&lt;br /&gt;Aching to the pleasure like a falling star&lt;br /&gt;In their twinkling and glow of their shine prime&lt;br /&gt;So much life has taught us in its innocence&lt;br /&gt;Giving way to every steep deviance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-610929590322266070?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/610929590322266070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=610929590322266070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/610929590322266070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/610929590322266070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2009/02/aching-to-pleasure-sonnet.html' title='Aching To the Pleasure - Sonnet'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8930428269481652505.post-5899948059675138851</id><published>2009-02-06T06:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:46:23.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drift with Me - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>See the light in the day that is all going&lt;br /&gt;Falling through every cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Every wishful thinking there on glowing&lt;br /&gt;With the ways that the evening will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my love of dreams in the rising&lt;br /&gt;Finding ways to the shore of my true heart&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else are those dreams in devising&lt;br /&gt;With the beat that from inside there shall start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much somewhere to be still here alone&lt;br /&gt;When the waiting is over like breeze in air&lt;br /&gt;My way is my feeling in the rightful tone&lt;br /&gt;Of each and all that's worth of having you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and let your thoughts drift with me&lt;br /&gt;In our flights above the clouds peacefully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-5899948059675138851?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/5899948059675138851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=5899948059675138851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/5899948059675138851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/5899948059675138851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2009/02/drift-with-me-sonnet.html' title='Drift with Me - Sonnet'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8930428269481652505.post-2817693727426475023</id><published>2009-02-06T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:45:52.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ordinary Song</title><content type='html'>I am ordinary as you&lt;br /&gt;Making my own in my living&lt;br /&gt;Something of sweet too&lt;br /&gt;In my worth of giving&lt;br /&gt;Rising above like a cloud&lt;br /&gt;through my dreams always&lt;br /&gt;Alone so much in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;With the streets and place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just like you are&lt;br /&gt;My own heart there beating&lt;br /&gt;Wishing upon a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;In those nights I'm meeting&lt;br /&gt;Playful wishes to come in&lt;br /&gt;From their daybreak dream&lt;br /&gt;In their falling wishful spin&lt;br /&gt;That in the sky all seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a song to my earth&lt;br /&gt;Giving till I again depart&lt;br /&gt;Of what my love is worth&lt;br /&gt;From within a beating heart&lt;br /&gt;I know songs can't always stay&lt;br /&gt;With their dreamy glowing&lt;br /&gt;But I will try as I may&lt;br /&gt;Until my days of again going&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-2817693727426475023?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/2817693727426475023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=2817693727426475023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/2817693727426475023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/2817693727426475023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-ordinary-song.html' title='My Ordinary 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-8930428269481652505.post-4655606734509106221</id><published>2009-02-06T06:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:45:14.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Freedom Song</title><content type='html'>Hear the words in each life say&lt;br /&gt;With the coming of the full day&lt;br /&gt;Though everything is soon to be gone&lt;br /&gt;Our heart and love is never done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much feeling is outside stay&lt;br /&gt;With the coming of the full day&lt;br /&gt;Though everything is soon to be gone&lt;br /&gt;Our work and play is never done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the love that speaks to you&lt;br /&gt;In its loving and it’s much of true&lt;br /&gt;There is no freedom in any war&lt;br /&gt;There is just you and who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say peace and bring it through&lt;br /&gt;Much is still like hazy clouds&lt;br /&gt;Give your heart in being true&lt;br /&gt;With your love on to the crowds&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes with all to renew&lt;br /&gt;To bring away those low down doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes with all to renew&lt;br /&gt;To bring away those low down doubts&lt;br /&gt;Hear my song in the peace of day&lt;br /&gt;Give your heart and hear it play&lt;br /&gt;Bright morning comes in freedom’s beat&lt;br /&gt;Easy to love on love true street&lt;br /&gt;Yes - easy to love on love True Street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-4655606734509106221?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/4655606734509106221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=4655606734509106221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/4655606734509106221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/4655606734509106221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-freedom-song.html' title='Love Freedom 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-8930428269481652505.post-3305063491937916658</id><published>2009-02-06T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:44:42.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Own Way</title><content type='html'>Every word for every day&lt;br /&gt;Is all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;This and that in my own way&lt;br /&gt;Is how I come to live&lt;br /&gt;What you find might be true&lt;br /&gt;In every footstep going&lt;br /&gt;Those could be for me or you&lt;br /&gt;Our prints there out showing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every feel is a touch to me&lt;br /&gt;To make and do each time&lt;br /&gt;So much of love that is free&lt;br /&gt;In colors of its prime&lt;br /&gt;You know you feel as much too&lt;br /&gt;With everything you are&lt;br /&gt;With what a day is in renew&lt;br /&gt;From the close or to afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each opportunity on the road&lt;br /&gt;Is only for a short while&lt;br /&gt;Take of your shoes and load&lt;br /&gt;So much lies hidden in beguile&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to change&lt;br /&gt;The world outside that is old&lt;br /&gt;But you can adjust and rearrange&lt;br /&gt;What you in a footstep hold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-3305063491937916658?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/3305063491937916658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=3305063491937916658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3305063491937916658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3305063491937916658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-my-own-way.html' title='In My Own Way'/><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-8930428269481652505.post-225748484566787093</id><published>2008-01-04T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:52:37.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Tones</title><content type='html'>Spring tones are coming&lt;br /&gt;From the inside blooming&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here everywhere&lt;br /&gt;In footsteps of New Year&lt;br /&gt;Flower garden come - grow&lt;br /&gt;Melt down coldness snow&lt;br /&gt;With freedom for earth&lt;br /&gt;In its new freshness birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring's time blowing wind&lt;br /&gt;Towards icily rescind&lt;br /&gt;Of bleakness deep dim&lt;br /&gt;In the blow sweepings grim&lt;br /&gt;Where cold waves glide&lt;br /&gt;In its striking bitter tide&lt;br /&gt;Flowing on to dark destiny&lt;br /&gt;Still inside you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring tone rise - the blue sky!&lt;br /&gt;In feelings of light high&lt;br /&gt;That comes through the rays&lt;br /&gt;Of the new meeting days&lt;br /&gt;Give seeds of its outcomes&lt;br /&gt;In birth of new blooms&lt;br /&gt;And every day to be new&lt;br /&gt;When it comes here through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-225748484566787093?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/225748484566787093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=225748484566787093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/225748484566787093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/225748484566787093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2008/01/spring-tones.html' title='Spring Tones'/><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-8930428269481652505.post-3131852160082667943</id><published>2008-01-04T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T06:42:00.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs to Follow</title><content type='html'>Make yesterdays &lt;br /&gt;Come in yearning&lt;br /&gt;For life today&lt;br /&gt;Is with learning&lt;br /&gt;What hope gives&lt;br /&gt;In morrow's turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshness is always&lt;br /&gt;Taking and giving&lt;br /&gt;Allowing its ways&lt;br /&gt;To each kind of living&lt;br /&gt;Some never stays&lt;br /&gt;In its own thriving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart beats the time&lt;br /&gt;Songs to follow&lt;br /&gt;Reason in rime&lt;br /&gt;Or it's all hollow&lt;br /&gt;Taking its prime&lt;br /&gt;Through every wallow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-3131852160082667943?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/3131852160082667943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=3131852160082667943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3131852160082667943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3131852160082667943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2008/01/songs-to-follow.html' title='Songs to Follow'/><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-8930428269481652505.post-4523314896037394730</id><published>2007-12-29T16:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:12:25.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>tomorrow love songs&lt;br /&gt;is the space between the words&lt;br /&gt;~ unwritten today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-4523314896037394730?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/4523314896037394730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=4523314896037394730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/4523314896037394730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/4523314896037394730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2007/12/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-8930428269481652505.post-3004086536682514074</id><published>2007-12-29T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:11:32.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>Forever my soul&lt;br /&gt;Will whisper&lt;br /&gt;Songs to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever my heart &lt;br /&gt;Will fly&lt;br /&gt;With its longings&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dreams &lt;br /&gt;Are dreams to pass&lt;br /&gt;By night &lt;br /&gt;And by day&lt;br /&gt;Into the love songs &lt;br /&gt;Of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever my soul&lt;br /&gt;Shall sing&lt;br /&gt;What love of joy&lt;br /&gt;There is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-3004086536682514074?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/3004086536682514074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=3004086536682514074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3004086536682514074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3004086536682514074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2007/12/forever.html' title='Forever'/><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-8930428269481652505.post-8208404743244281616</id><published>2007-12-29T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:10:39.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Grime We Shall Seek</title><content type='html'>From the grime we shall seek&lt;br /&gt;Flowers and its true seeds&lt;br /&gt;Make strong out of the weak&lt;br /&gt;Find true fire and how it reads&lt;br /&gt;Winter brushes in snowy gust&lt;br /&gt;Every hillside and low dale&lt;br /&gt;Filling hindrance with its lost&lt;br /&gt;Bringing obscureness to its wale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is breathes forward blow&lt;br /&gt;To the time and futures on&lt;br /&gt;Rising billows in its flow&lt;br /&gt;Till the hours are each done&lt;br /&gt;Every feeling worth its while&lt;br /&gt;Shall come with opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Bring us across stretching mile&lt;br /&gt;Make what we have got to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheels of hope you will return&lt;br /&gt;Push us forward on onus strife&lt;br /&gt;Give us knowledge to learn&lt;br /&gt;What is worthy in this life&lt;br /&gt;Every hope is like anew spring&lt;br /&gt;Batter the ashes way aside&lt;br /&gt;Come on forward let us sing&lt;br /&gt;Fill with peace and be our guide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-8208404743244281616?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/8208404743244281616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=8208404743244281616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/8208404743244281616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/8208404743244281616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-grime-we-shall-seek.html' title='From The Grime We Shall Seek'/><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-8930428269481652505.post-3931478324267299544</id><published>2007-12-29T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T07:23:00.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond The Whispering Easterly</title><content type='html'>Beyond the whispering easterly&lt;br /&gt;Of furious winter sky&lt;br /&gt;The owls are raving to me&lt;br /&gt;Without reasoning why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moods that shiver the spine&lt;br /&gt;And hedges high in snow&lt;br /&gt;With red ragged sky line&lt;br /&gt;In for an evening glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having encountered the scene&lt;br /&gt;Of shadows moon rising&lt;br /&gt;And the hours in between&lt;br /&gt;In the blue and white disguising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensign to snow melting&lt;br /&gt;The chill ramparts of love&lt;br /&gt;With shuddering the skin welting&lt;br /&gt;From the north breeze above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-3931478324267299544?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/3931478324267299544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=3931478324267299544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3931478324267299544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3931478324267299544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2007/12/beyond-whispering-easterly.html' title='Beyond The Whispering Easterly'/><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-8930428269481652505.post-3872908526799862679</id><published>2007-12-29T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T05:37:39.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope - Like a Blossom Glow</title><content type='html'>Hope like a blossom glow&lt;br /&gt;Filling its leaves with sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Rooted in earth to grow&lt;br /&gt;And become with life sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling I have you here&lt;br /&gt;Inside the heart root&lt;br /&gt;That grows its leaves everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And never lets hopeless intrude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land is to become free&lt;br /&gt;With the swaying from its grass&lt;br /&gt;And ever for always to be&lt;br /&gt;Filled in its tunes of glowing brass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is my heart from the row&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays sometimes not far&lt;br /&gt;Loosening the tangling toe&lt;br /&gt;And brushing away the dim mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-3872908526799862679?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/3872908526799862679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=3872908526799862679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3872908526799862679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/3872908526799862679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2007/12/hope-like-blossom-glow_29.html' title='Hope - Like a Blossom 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-8930428269481652505.post-6771915886325624886</id><published>2007-12-29T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T05:35:40.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come With your Remarks</title><content type='html'>Come with your remarks&lt;br /&gt;For the hours are almost done&lt;br /&gt;With parquetry embarks&lt;br /&gt;That once in shine was on&lt;br /&gt;The falling shadows dieing&lt;br /&gt;And filling the woes of lost&lt;br /&gt;Still to the light trying&lt;br /&gt;To make their doodling must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh flowers of falling leaves&lt;br /&gt;With sorrows in your shade&lt;br /&gt;That fills the moment’s grieves&lt;br /&gt;With two way sharp blade&lt;br /&gt;How painful is your doubt&lt;br /&gt;Of clouds in nesting dim&lt;br /&gt;Those are circling here about&lt;br /&gt;In breeze gust and flam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain clouds some to be&lt;br /&gt;And giving ease to pain&lt;br /&gt;Forever in dimness to be&lt;br /&gt;And flowing in soggy rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh doubt now here’s you song&lt;br /&gt;In low down voices run&lt;br /&gt;With nothing inside to long&lt;br /&gt;From brightness of coming sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-6771915886325624886?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/6771915886325624886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=6771915886325624886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/6771915886325624886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/6771915886325624886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2007/12/hope-like-blossom-glow.html' title='Come With your Remarks'/><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-8930428269481652505.post-8830304796587538604</id><published>2007-12-29T04:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T04:44:49.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Is Now In Its Dark Ways</title><content type='html'>Day is now in its dark ways &lt;br /&gt;From glowing of golden lost &lt;br /&gt;In the winter cold icily rays &lt;br /&gt;That is turning them into rust &lt;br /&gt;Each day now comes and goes &lt;br /&gt;In the darkness misty blears &lt;br /&gt;Their strings with pearls glows &lt;br /&gt;Are crystal raindrops in tears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revealed shadows towers &lt;br /&gt;Quiver like the tree leaves &lt;br /&gt;In blackness morning hours &lt;br /&gt;With the wind full of grieves &lt;br /&gt;There are so many answers &lt;br /&gt;Around these frozen mirrors &lt;br /&gt;Reflecting light like dancers &lt;br /&gt;And closeness of their veneerers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day beat now stands still &lt;br /&gt;In its disjuncts prisms spin &lt;br /&gt;Thoughts on crossroads hills &lt;br /&gt;Unreturned seclusion within &lt;br /&gt;Oh come again glowing skies &lt;br /&gt;Like a flow in the rivers run &lt;br /&gt;Twirl again around my eyes &lt;br /&gt;With glow of the coming sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-8830304796587538604?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/8830304796587538604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=8830304796587538604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/8830304796587538604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/8830304796587538604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-is-now-in-its-dark-ways.html' title='Day Is Now In Its Dark Ways'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8930428269481652505.post-8389166197197947979</id><published>2007-12-29T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T04:43:13.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year - Welcome</title><content type='html'>Occasions are now coming into bliss&lt;br /&gt;Between the glowing light and the now dark&lt;br /&gt;Like a glistening falling starry spark&lt;br /&gt;Are the evening eyes curving its kiss&lt;br /&gt;With their hopes for the futures to be&lt;br /&gt;Love songs that perhaps will clear to new light&lt;br /&gt;With their moments in New Year coming sight&lt;br /&gt;Splendidly calling and giving all free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here and bring with you freshly roles&lt;br /&gt;That in to the world shall be brought out soon&lt;br /&gt;And clear away anguishes of the past&lt;br /&gt;New opportunities for each its goals&lt;br /&gt;With hope and true love in everyone's boon&lt;br /&gt;Prospects of wishes that further shall last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-8389166197197947979?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/8389166197197947979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=8389166197197947979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/8389166197197947979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/8389166197197947979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-welcome.html' title='Happy New Year - Welcome'/><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-8930428269481652505.post-1129530601211552196</id><published>2007-12-29T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T07:55:28.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days of Dark and Deep</title><content type='html'>These days of dark and deep&lt;br /&gt;In its frosty snowy paced&lt;br /&gt;My love song can not keep&lt;br /&gt;Or beat of feelings lased&lt;br /&gt;The verve of tempers lost&lt;br /&gt;From nowhere to be free&lt;br /&gt;And into this deep hole tossed&lt;br /&gt;Never another time to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stillness moments on&lt;br /&gt;Of silences bottomless inside&lt;br /&gt;Will carry its song to none&lt;br /&gt;And already from me have died&lt;br /&gt;With groundless tapestries&lt;br /&gt;Of lowness and in no way high&lt;br /&gt;Where bare are their floristries&lt;br /&gt;And lonely their dim cloud sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hours those can not fulfill&lt;br /&gt;A dream that comes to pour&lt;br /&gt;And only incessant hours will spill&lt;br /&gt;To where uncertainty is for&lt;br /&gt;A palling rooted grey flowers&lt;br /&gt;Those have no songs to give&lt;br /&gt;Only to glow with its lonely hours&lt;br /&gt;Before again New Year shall live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8930428269481652505-1129530601211552196?l=days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/feeds/1129530601211552196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8930428269481652505&amp;postID=1129530601211552196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/1129530601211552196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8930428269481652505/posts/default/1129530601211552196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://days-of-dark-and-deep.blogspot.com/2007/12/these-days-of-dark-and-deep.html' title='These Days of Dark and Deep'/><author><name>Peter S. 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