<?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-8015648263844341836</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:36:06.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderate Tempers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-8011147303800277740</id><published>2009-01-17T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:48:39.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Time Of Year - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>This time of year is of its magical twist&lt;br /&gt;Behold these shadows of flickering light!&lt;br /&gt;When comes in sake of its cold in sight&lt;br /&gt;With flowing on thoughts in its darkish gist&lt;br /&gt;A fairy of fancy my heart has kissed&lt;br /&gt;With a glow at a twinkling - from the night&lt;br /&gt;To astray my own thought on to a flight&lt;br /&gt;As if it to imaginations there missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second self be of imagination&lt;br /&gt;A tempest to take away to the far&lt;br /&gt;This glowing's at sight in my sensation&lt;br /&gt;As much the same pleasures - as fancies are&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird that sang tunes out on a bough&lt;br /&gt;So is my Pegasus flying its endow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-8011147303800277740?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/8011147303800277740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=8011147303800277740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8011147303800277740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8011147303800277740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-time-of-year-sonnet.html' title='This Time Of Year - 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-8015648263844341836.post-5614083956609090359</id><published>2009-01-15T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:33:32.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn into the Blue</title><content type='html'>Dawn into the blue&lt;br /&gt;From night of dreamy play&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine coming though&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like love with desire&lt;br /&gt;The evening coming here&lt;br /&gt;In the darkish glow fire&lt;br /&gt;That becomes then near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream dreams of love&lt;br /&gt;In the feelings they give&lt;br /&gt;Like a moonshine above&lt;br /&gt;When the night stars live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I so true&lt;br /&gt;In night of luminary glow&lt;br /&gt;Everything then to renew&lt;br /&gt;Before morning will flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn in to tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;With our hearts now beating&lt;br /&gt;In the new born echo&lt;br /&gt;That our ears are reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn into the blue&lt;br /&gt;From yesterdays so sweet&lt;br /&gt;And remember I love you&lt;br /&gt;In all its shading’s treat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5614083956609090359?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5614083956609090359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5614083956609090359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5614083956609090359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5614083956609090359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/dawn-into-blue.html' title='Dawn into the Blue'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-8091580803288936100</id><published>2009-01-15T04:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:07:34.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Bring In Your Heart</title><content type='html'>Just bring in your heart&lt;br /&gt;To the evening light&lt;br /&gt;Where feeling shall start&lt;br /&gt;On to every blight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I know&lt;br /&gt;With my feelings so much&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the white snow&lt;br /&gt;In each of its touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just rising so high&lt;br /&gt;Into dreams of my own&lt;br /&gt;That there's endless sky&lt;br /&gt;No faltering tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the midday’s&lt;br /&gt;Of all our true signs&lt;br /&gt;When the influence plays&lt;br /&gt;And the moments refines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is so adorable&lt;br /&gt;In its flickering play&lt;br /&gt;Unspeakable not deplorable&lt;br /&gt;With every spot in its ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I just hoping&lt;br /&gt;Without making a move&lt;br /&gt;Like little clouds stropping&lt;br /&gt;To make their distance prove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-8091580803288936100?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/8091580803288936100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=8091580803288936100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8091580803288936100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8091580803288936100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-bring-in-your-heart.html' title='Just Bring In Your Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-5057288286395384974</id><published>2009-01-15T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:46:49.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something So Playing</title><content type='html'>Something so playing&lt;br /&gt;Into the songs I hear&lt;br /&gt;Tunes never staying&lt;br /&gt;Only to be somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Rising their poetry&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the night slow&lt;br /&gt;Always to be free&lt;br /&gt;In their drifting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to matter long&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that count you in&lt;br /&gt;Giving new kind of song&lt;br /&gt;With their waking spin&lt;br /&gt;Love that was here to fire&lt;br /&gt;Never prepared at all&lt;br /&gt;All your inner desire&lt;br /&gt;Those from the eve fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some touch not staying&lt;br /&gt;Giving their highest note&lt;br /&gt;Into the hazy laying&lt;br /&gt;In silk threads red remote&lt;br /&gt;To the diffusing falling&lt;br /&gt;Every of day's high&lt;br /&gt;When dreams are calling&lt;br /&gt;From the space and sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5057288286395384974?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5057288286395384974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5057288286395384974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5057288286395384974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5057288286395384974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-so-playing.html' title='Something So Playing'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-1137237482595574859</id><published>2009-01-15T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:20:53.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Times Are So a Changing</title><content type='html'>These Times Are So a Changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so ordinary coming&lt;br /&gt;Making a day for you&lt;br /&gt;Ground to ground everything summing&lt;br /&gt;Into the things to do&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's here to grow&lt;br /&gt;Give something better still&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it all towards airstream blow&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps nothing there to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have asked it all before&lt;br /&gt;Finding out what would be&lt;br /&gt;Waves to the unknown shore&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for futures to see&lt;br /&gt;There are always fears and doubt&lt;br /&gt;Coming and giving in&lt;br /&gt;Going their turnings about&lt;br /&gt;Finding a lose or a win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country is looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;To give living more and allow&lt;br /&gt;But is it the right thing that's been done&lt;br /&gt;When shall we know it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;These times are so a changing from numb&lt;br /&gt;And flowing their uneasy brim&lt;br /&gt;Where will these futures come from?&lt;br /&gt;Or shall we still be out on a limb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hand of grace is in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;With so much to keep up the ways&lt;br /&gt;Power that grows soon departs&lt;br /&gt;In to the many arrays of its plays&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to bring back here around&lt;br /&gt;Only to lose it all over in feign&lt;br /&gt;You may be back here when it's all found&lt;br /&gt;Yet the years have been driven in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country is looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;To give living more and allow&lt;br /&gt;But is it the right thing that's been done&lt;br /&gt;When shall we know it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;These times are so a changing from numb&lt;br /&gt;And flowing their uneasy brim&lt;br /&gt;Where will these futures come from?&lt;br /&gt;Or shall we still be out on a limb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-1137237482595574859?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/1137237482595574859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=1137237482595574859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/1137237482595574859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/1137237482595574859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-so-ordinary-coming.html' title='These Times Are So a Changing'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-2563399289649047546</id><published>2009-01-15T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:04:13.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love That Was Easy To Come and Go</title><content type='html'>The love that was easy to come and go&lt;br /&gt;Was never the same to hold in the day&lt;br /&gt;It flickered so much like a nightly glow&lt;br /&gt;With shadows together in their walking way&lt;br /&gt;Its heart that is like dewdrop in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Of aroma sweet and its transparent peace&lt;br /&gt;With morning coming in that soon shall pass&lt;br /&gt;But never from memory exist to cease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love that's of happiness and of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Shining its gleaming on throughout the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the echoing footsteps into tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Before the freshly daybreak begins its flight&lt;br /&gt;The instance of riches in restlessly skies&lt;br /&gt;Apparent friendship that meets through the eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-2563399289649047546?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/2563399289649047546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=2563399289649047546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2563399289649047546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2563399289649047546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-that-was-easy-to-come-and-go.html' title='The Love That Was Easy To Come and Go'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-1955236231592080869</id><published>2009-01-15T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:01:26.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Is Going On</title><content type='html'>Something is going on&lt;br /&gt;With my heart in its beating&lt;br /&gt;How it goes and is drawn&lt;br /&gt;Like it were all cheating?&lt;br /&gt;Something is going on&lt;br /&gt;In every aspect of our love&lt;br /&gt;That I feel like a pawn&lt;br /&gt;In so much something unworthy of&lt;br /&gt;So reach me though my heart&lt;br /&gt;With all your feelings &lt;br /&gt;If they are right&lt;br /&gt;Give love's way a full start&lt;br /&gt;To come and be alright&lt;br /&gt;Every hour is a must&lt;br /&gt;To bring this in a romance&lt;br /&gt;Because those beats &lt;br /&gt;You need to trust&lt;br /&gt;If this feeling &lt;br /&gt;Is going to have a chance&lt;br /&gt;Playful days are for the young&lt;br /&gt;In their touch to find their own&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a heart is overstrung&lt;br /&gt;In its times and so alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-1955236231592080869?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/1955236231592080869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=1955236231592080869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/1955236231592080869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/1955236231592080869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-is-going-on.html' title='Something Is Going On'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-399839120672975950</id><published>2009-01-13T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:19:28.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Love Me?</title><content type='html'>How do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;If you don´t tell&lt;br /&gt;Is it a love of free?&lt;br /&gt;Or one inside its spell&lt;br /&gt;For how longer still&lt;br /&gt;Will the stars shine on?&lt;br /&gt;If the future will&lt;br /&gt;Be lost and night gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is a heart?&lt;br /&gt;That feels not my love&lt;br /&gt;Shall ever therein start&lt;br /&gt;Some care worthy of&lt;br /&gt;Or will it all be lost&lt;br /&gt;In its dark going flow&lt;br /&gt;That thru here’s crossed&lt;br /&gt;On its departing go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do our destines lie&lt;br /&gt;If nothing is between&lt;br /&gt;Only empty lost sky&lt;br /&gt;With none of stars’ seen&lt;br /&gt;Deep into deep dark&lt;br /&gt;Oceans of its density&lt;br /&gt;Where hours won't spark&lt;br /&gt;From love’s propensity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-399839120672975950?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/399839120672975950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=399839120672975950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/399839120672975950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/399839120672975950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-you-love-me.html' title='How Do You Love Me?'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-2613699162624491206</id><published>2009-01-12T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:36:51.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Inside My Heart Driven</title><content type='html'>I'd kiss you so close and near&lt;br /&gt;With the love you have given&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be here&lt;br /&gt;So inside my heart driven&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted so much to long&lt;br /&gt;Tried every thought to live&lt;br /&gt;Made connections so strong&lt;br /&gt;Anything that I could give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years have passed on and on&lt;br /&gt;Filled every empty space&lt;br /&gt;Shown me the times that are gone&lt;br /&gt;In every street and place&lt;br /&gt;But I've longed still for you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because it was true&lt;br /&gt;How I loved you in each my try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every new dream still know&lt;br /&gt;What it was that love is&lt;br /&gt;Though time's to somewhere go&lt;br /&gt;Always your heart I'll miss&lt;br /&gt;Depth of the sea can't stop me&lt;br /&gt;I have my dreams to follow&lt;br /&gt;Love songs that comes to be&lt;br /&gt;Something more than only hollow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-2613699162624491206?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/2613699162624491206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=2613699162624491206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2613699162624491206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2613699162624491206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-inside-my-heart-driven.html' title='So Inside My Heart Driven'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-5841048824194406654</id><published>2009-01-12T02:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:48:44.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is a Dream of Love Everywhere - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>There is a dream of love everywhere&lt;br /&gt;With its wandering ways, life shall embrace&lt;br /&gt;It goes to detachment from here to there&lt;br /&gt;In its momentarily flowing and grace&lt;br /&gt;Love's the opposite of every dark fear&lt;br /&gt;Those fill for a moment our thoughtful waves&lt;br /&gt;A longing that comes to settle or steer&lt;br /&gt;And often after enjoyment one craves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breath of freshly air is in each love&lt;br /&gt;With its leaves of green and always living&lt;br /&gt;A moment of happiness and passions of&lt;br /&gt;In bottomless deep pondering and giving&lt;br /&gt;The dream of love is in remoteness&lt;br /&gt;If there isn't a heart pounding for caress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5841048824194406654?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5841048824194406654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5841048824194406654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5841048824194406654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5841048824194406654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-dream-of-love-everywhere.html' title='There Is a Dream of Love Everywhere - 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-8015648263844341836.post-6470856171268130029</id><published>2009-01-11T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:23:55.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much There Invisible - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>Remember some the days that have gone by&lt;br /&gt;With sweet aroma of roses in shade&lt;br /&gt;Those gifts from the softly earth that love made&lt;br /&gt;And were carried through drifts, for our inside try&lt;br /&gt;These flowers of notions, as blue as the sky&lt;br /&gt;With feelings of pleasure in passion's grade&lt;br /&gt;So much there invisible for its debate&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes we ask questions why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those scents of old distances from the past&lt;br /&gt;Like silent water of flow reflections&lt;br /&gt;That gives us memories bouquets from dust&lt;br /&gt;With time to go there to find some connections&lt;br /&gt;Its waiting where reality - to nothing seem&lt;br /&gt;In the ongoing life of times river stream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-6470856171268130029?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/6470856171268130029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=6470856171268130029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6470856171268130029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6470856171268130029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-there-invisible-sonnet.html' title='So Much There Invisible - 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-8015648263844341836.post-9136255434773596461</id><published>2009-01-09T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:14:39.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing His Way to Peace</title><content type='html'>I will dance like a white dove toward peace&lt;br /&gt;With my both wings set to the sky from here&lt;br /&gt;The motion of my movements set and frees&lt;br /&gt;So I will glow like a ray in astrosphere&lt;br /&gt;I have filled my moments here on this earth&lt;br /&gt;With every aspect of its sensual shade&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gaining more power in my rebirth&lt;br /&gt;With flowing that the breeze balladeer arrayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With songs of true peace there's harmonious air&lt;br /&gt;Through the heavens of the moments arriving&lt;br /&gt;We shall fill very quarter of its flair&lt;br /&gt;Before again to tomorrow diving&lt;br /&gt;Both my wings of new freedom shall chains break&lt;br /&gt;And dawn of opportunities awake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-9136255434773596461?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/9136255434773596461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=9136255434773596461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/9136255434773596461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/9136255434773596461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancing-his-way-to-peace.html' title='Dancing His Way to Peace'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-8782270814307107448</id><published>2009-01-09T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:18:22.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Comes and Goes - Sonnet</title><content type='html'>Love comes and goes like petals on flower&lt;br /&gt;Some sweetness in its spiky passion crown&lt;br /&gt;Each its new day and night through passing hour&lt;br /&gt;In their luck with high wings and broken-down&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful pouring in tenderly fire&lt;br /&gt;Like the falling stars on heaven's dim high&lt;br /&gt;To conquer the clouds of life's own desire&lt;br /&gt;Before every flame cools away to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning blazes of the heart is like wine&lt;br /&gt;Making me dizzy with its broken dishes&lt;br /&gt;Or like a cloud that eclipse the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;With each reality going to their wishes&lt;br /&gt;Because the earth is soil to every root&lt;br /&gt;My heart is excitement to each love's fruit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-8782270814307107448?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/8782270814307107448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=8782270814307107448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8782270814307107448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8782270814307107448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-comes-and-goes-sonnet.html' title='Love Comes and Goes - 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-8015648263844341836.post-5747886025142924763</id><published>2009-01-09T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:11:57.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in My Mind</title><content type='html'>Now lost in my tomorrow cloudy mind&lt;br /&gt;With the heart beat of every findings way&lt;br /&gt;I left my head there somewhere behind&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew drifts of the coming day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each hour is darkness now forward to me&lt;br /&gt;And giving me no guidance to the lost&lt;br /&gt;I can't find yesterday - it's now almost free&lt;br /&gt;For I have into dreamscapes crisscrossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each minute is darker and darker more still&lt;br /&gt;On to the evening of shadowy light&lt;br /&gt;Worthwhile understandings - diffuses shall spill&lt;br /&gt;Through wandering routes of my headless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy sitting here on a high rock&lt;br /&gt;In search of my head with time’s endless clock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5747886025142924763?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5747886025142924763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5747886025142924763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5747886025142924763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5747886025142924763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-in-my-mind.html' title='Lost in My Mind'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-469785842851722878</id><published>2009-01-09T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:56:01.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensual Love – Sonnet</title><content type='html'>Oh love song of my heart come in here still&lt;br /&gt;And fill your richness in all its time's glow&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are there to come around to fill&lt;br /&gt;And every morning is new on its go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean is as wide apart as love is vast&lt;br /&gt;And bringing feeling on to its rising shore&lt;br /&gt;With lofty towers buried in to its cast&lt;br /&gt;And always pleasures for some more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen increase in every state going&lt;br /&gt;With all this passion that comes to give&lt;br /&gt;And on to time my heart's therefore flowing&lt;br /&gt;To bring new experience and more to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love adore that we cannot be without&lt;br /&gt;You fly my wings with pleasures first - then doubt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-469785842851722878?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/469785842851722878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=469785842851722878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/469785842851722878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/469785842851722878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/sensual-love-sonnet.html' title='Sensual Love – Sonnet'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-6554161185605259116</id><published>2009-01-09T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:55:04.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots of Meaning</title><content type='html'>We are walking here through the wasteland&lt;br /&gt;Of everyday tangling winter's realms&lt;br /&gt;Come to high bitter of cold understand&lt;br /&gt;Through the depths of oceans thoughts under whelms&lt;br /&gt;Like rivers of time in mountain ranges&lt;br /&gt;Flowing on and becoming buried in sea&lt;br /&gt;Drifting and rising in forward changes&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere forever and always free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nitrate salt that spreads out like atom&lt;br /&gt;Each thought that is like the autumn dim light&lt;br /&gt;Roots of meaning in complexity stratum&lt;br /&gt;From within the shadings of unknown plight&lt;br /&gt;Each tower that is lifted into the known&lt;br /&gt;Becomes progress way or its stepping stone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-6554161185605259116?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/6554161185605259116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=6554161185605259116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6554161185605259116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6554161185605259116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/roots-of-meaning.html' title='Roots of Meaning'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-994878952022578115</id><published>2009-01-08T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:12:09.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is a Rose of Yellow</title><content type='html'>There is a rose of yellow&lt;br /&gt;In the gardens of the fall&lt;br /&gt;Going reddish brown mellow&lt;br /&gt;When the winter's night call&lt;br /&gt;With many shades glowing&lt;br /&gt;Those were never there before&lt;br /&gt;In the whitish frosty snowing&lt;br /&gt;Of fallen slivery glistens star &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a rose of reddish pink&lt;br /&gt;In the garden of our spring&lt;br /&gt;That makes wondrous interlink&lt;br /&gt;Between colors that'll sing&lt;br /&gt;In all tinctures of fresh earth&lt;br /&gt;When summer again arrives&lt;br /&gt;In flush of the colors birth&lt;br /&gt;That pleasures of love drives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a spark in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like the morning dawn shine&lt;br /&gt;With its irises of blue skies&lt;br /&gt;And true love needs so fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-994878952022578115?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/994878952022578115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=994878952022578115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/994878952022578115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/994878952022578115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-rose-of-yellow.html' title='There Is a Rose of Yellow'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-2513317645026497749</id><published>2009-01-07T23:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:21:59.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are Only Dreams Between</title><content type='html'>There are only dreams between&lt;br /&gt;Those rising wings and me&lt;br /&gt;Not everything is held or seen&lt;br /&gt;That on this earth is free&lt;br /&gt;The blue sky made with caress&lt;br /&gt;And beyond time and still&lt;br /&gt;Between those hours of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;That space afar might fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's much deep turning dark&lt;br /&gt;With flowers of its believe&lt;br /&gt;And moments in silences spark&lt;br /&gt;Those have their hope and weave&lt;br /&gt;That keeps a shining soul bright&lt;br /&gt;And brings their going on&lt;br /&gt;From previous touched life's night&lt;br /&gt;That from reality is now gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only dreams between&lt;br /&gt;Those free up coming days&lt;br /&gt;Collected bit by bit through glean&lt;br /&gt;In many of assorting ways&lt;br /&gt;Those precious life moments bring&lt;br /&gt;And filling the steps of turn&lt;br /&gt;That again trough our veins do sing&lt;br /&gt;As we those memories learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-2513317645026497749?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/2513317645026497749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=2513317645026497749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2513317645026497749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2513317645026497749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-only-dreams-between.html' title='There Are Only Dreams Between'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-2481224107453802565</id><published>2009-01-07T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:13:52.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Comes Sweet Night (a song)</title><content type='html'>Now comes sweet night&lt;br /&gt;On to the darkish deep&lt;br /&gt;With every starry light&lt;br /&gt;Hours of dream to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the hour still&lt;br /&gt;In to your heart to dwell&lt;br /&gt;With some to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;That I cannot now tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the dreamy hour&lt;br /&gt;Where the stars shall fall&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly glisten shower&lt;br /&gt;From Milky Way enthrall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the deep and dark&lt;br /&gt;On to a glowing moon&lt;br /&gt;With its shine bluish spark&lt;br /&gt;Until the daybreak soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we together are&lt;br /&gt;In with our sleepy lay&lt;br /&gt;There is a falling star&lt;br /&gt;Twinkling in Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving us newly dreams&lt;br /&gt;To have and go on by&lt;br /&gt;Where those wishful beams&lt;br /&gt;Come through the night sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-2481224107453802565?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/2481224107453802565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=2481224107453802565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2481224107453802565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2481224107453802565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-comes-sweet-night-song.html' title='Now Comes Sweet Night (a song)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-4031596403708638020</id><published>2009-01-07T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:12:16.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Were the Times (a song)</title><content type='html'>Those were the times&lt;br /&gt;And beautiful days&lt;br /&gt;Colorful moment mimes&lt;br /&gt;Their drifting ways&lt;br /&gt;Everything just leaving&lt;br /&gt;Making time for new&lt;br /&gt;In their short briefing&lt;br /&gt;Always coming through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the drifts&lt;br /&gt;Flowing and giving&lt;br /&gt;On to freshly airlifts&lt;br /&gt;Once in times living&lt;br /&gt;When days were all young&lt;br /&gt;Like blossoming garden&lt;br /&gt;In the flowers among&lt;br /&gt;Before cold start harden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the hours&lt;br /&gt;That always made its best&lt;br /&gt;Among deep shade flowers&lt;br /&gt;That later were compressed&lt;br /&gt;In to a dry pale bouquet&lt;br /&gt;Or between two book sheets&lt;br /&gt;And time was its alleyway&lt;br /&gt;in memories and beats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-4031596403708638020?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/4031596403708638020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=4031596403708638020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/4031596403708638020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/4031596403708638020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/those-were-times-song.html' title='Those Were the Times (a song)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-1830388936982745582</id><published>2009-01-06T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:21:48.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While the Hours Rush In</title><content type='html'>From time to the next time, there will grow love&lt;br /&gt;While the hours rush in to be quite happy&lt;br /&gt;Like drifting hazy curves from above&lt;br /&gt;In their moments go, quietly and snappy&lt;br /&gt;There shall certainly be some beauty too&lt;br /&gt;That make us see something we wish to keep&lt;br /&gt;From sky above high and faraway blue&lt;br /&gt;All those longitude of distances deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much pleasure to come and meet the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Full of wonderment for us to adore&lt;br /&gt;With a glimpse in the evening surprise&lt;br /&gt;That we want more of it and always more&lt;br /&gt;Each fantasy afar shall make us glad&lt;br /&gt;If we for a minute have become little sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-1830388936982745582?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/1830388936982745582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=1830388936982745582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/1830388936982745582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/1830388936982745582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-hours-rush-in.html' title='While the Hours Rush In'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-7557168937132880031</id><published>2009-01-06T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:16:34.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Is All – in the Night, Day and Year</title><content type='html'>All is all in the night&lt;br /&gt;Under the breezing go&lt;br /&gt;Love stories still so bright&lt;br /&gt;That we formerly did know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is like the birds flying&lt;br /&gt;Under the tiding’s eve skies&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there‘s ever trying&lt;br /&gt;To give of his best in his tries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is all in the day&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine gleam winter's sun&lt;br /&gt;Our hope comes a long way&lt;br /&gt;When dim again is on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmly a heart shall remain&lt;br /&gt;Though there is an icily wind&lt;br /&gt;Not much in darkness to gain&lt;br /&gt;Or day in shudder disciplined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is all for this year&lt;br /&gt;Soon there will be new spring&lt;br /&gt;Summer becomes quite near&lt;br /&gt;Birds shall again then sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shall be in a thought&lt;br /&gt;With every feeling and sound&lt;br /&gt;Life has both ways taught&lt;br /&gt;Tide goes and comes around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-7557168937132880031?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/7557168937132880031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=7557168937132880031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7557168937132880031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7557168937132880031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-is-all-in-night-day-and-year.html' title='All Is All – in the Night, Day and Year'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-6870467273530183392</id><published>2009-01-06T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:52:24.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe for a Moment</title><content type='html'>I want to have you here beside me now&lt;br /&gt;Feelings for the right moments in the flow&lt;br /&gt;With dreams that always manage somehow&lt;br /&gt;In our love hours of every wait and go&lt;br /&gt;True inner meaning comes just when we try&lt;br /&gt;To feel our life and in each our giving&lt;br /&gt;There is no moment forever to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;For we have all the weekdays - always living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around in our own little luck&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes - is set by the hour&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for a moment we perhaps get stuck&lt;br /&gt;And we feel as if the whole thing's in a scour&lt;br /&gt;Then once again we see how all comes clear&lt;br /&gt;A day may be forgotten but not the year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-6870467273530183392?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/6870467273530183392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=6870467273530183392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6870467273530183392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6870467273530183392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-for-moment.html' title='Maybe for a Moment'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-6974671526166852071</id><published>2009-01-06T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T05:27:17.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing</title><content type='html'>Flowing through day and night&lt;br /&gt;Every our opportunity&lt;br /&gt;New hope comes again bright&lt;br /&gt;In those - for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs through the distance&lt;br /&gt;Of every going move&lt;br /&gt;Where a wish is for its chance&lt;br /&gt;A worthy goal and prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the moon and stars tonight&lt;br /&gt;When you remember me&lt;br /&gt;See how they glisten in their light&lt;br /&gt;Now and for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have northern lights&lt;br /&gt;To look at and ponder&lt;br /&gt;Some visible are worthy flights&lt;br /&gt;In your minute wander&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-6974671526166852071?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/6974671526166852071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=6974671526166852071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6974671526166852071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6974671526166852071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/flowing.html' title='Flowing'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-5327667751789446587</id><published>2009-01-06T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:43:53.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Find You</title><content type='html'>I'll find you&lt;br /&gt;In the distance&lt;br /&gt;Of every going road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll know &lt;br /&gt;Your heart beat time&lt;br /&gt;When I hear myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pondering&lt;br /&gt;Of your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Those never were fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every forgetful&lt;br /&gt;Sentence&lt;br /&gt;That came apart &lt;br /&gt;Of ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the days&lt;br /&gt;Of going&lt;br /&gt;The dream&lt;br /&gt;That went along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the night&lt;br /&gt;Of shining&lt;br /&gt;The stars &lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5327667751789446587?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5327667751789446587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5327667751789446587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5327667751789446587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5327667751789446587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-find-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Find 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-8015648263844341836.post-7665707252123610111</id><published>2009-01-06T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:42:21.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Edge of Love</title><content type='html'>The edge of love&lt;br /&gt;Is everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;Like spectacles above&lt;br /&gt;Through window of glass glow&lt;br /&gt;And feelings never same&lt;br /&gt;Only in different motion&lt;br /&gt;The burning of times flame&lt;br /&gt;In equality potion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The edge of you&lt;br /&gt;And who you are at first&lt;br /&gt;From somewhere to&lt;br /&gt;That from it is burst&lt;br /&gt;And feelings there to tame&lt;br /&gt;In deeps of its ocean&lt;br /&gt;A piece of mind to frame&lt;br /&gt;In its forward erosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are quite different&lt;br /&gt;For what we meant to be&lt;br /&gt;And showing no relent&lt;br /&gt;What we become to see&lt;br /&gt;The edge of love&lt;br /&gt;That made us for eternity&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is too much of&lt;br /&gt;Especially you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-7665707252123610111?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/7665707252123610111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=7665707252123610111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7665707252123610111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7665707252123610111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/edge-of-love.html' title='The Edge of 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-8015648263844341836.post-130712372824984419</id><published>2009-01-06T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:53:31.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Friend</title><content type='html'>Be my friend&lt;br /&gt;And let me live forever&lt;br /&gt;Everything to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;And losing it for never&lt;br /&gt;Love is at no end&lt;br /&gt;If you give me this dream&lt;br /&gt;With so much of ours to mend&lt;br /&gt;In our own worthy esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my little love&lt;br /&gt;Bring it all the best for this&lt;br /&gt;Like eternal sun above&lt;br /&gt;In its waking morning bliss&lt;br /&gt;Bring me some peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Let me have my need&lt;br /&gt;Lease those other thoughts behind&lt;br /&gt;Just between love lines read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my only everything&lt;br /&gt;In those hours that are coming&lt;br /&gt;Let us both again sing&lt;br /&gt;While breeze keeps on strumming&lt;br /&gt;All I ask of you is love&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that are clearly so&lt;br /&gt;With this much to give of&lt;br /&gt;Before its time again to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-130712372824984419?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/130712372824984419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=130712372824984419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/130712372824984419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/130712372824984419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-my-friend.html' title='Be My Friend'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-239345464886009780</id><published>2009-01-06T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:41:44.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Happens To Me</title><content type='html'>Everything happens to me&lt;br /&gt;Like frosty roses on a window&lt;br /&gt;Something for tomorrow to be&lt;br /&gt;In the early morning glow&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was somewhere around&lt;br /&gt;In its steps and under load&lt;br /&gt;Now again my heart is found&lt;br /&gt;Taking a new way and road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything so easily going&lt;br /&gt;Filling the woes of the hours&lt;br /&gt;Without forever really knowing&lt;br /&gt;These weaving minutes’ flowers&lt;br /&gt;Love song from the autumn gone&lt;br /&gt;Into the new and upcoming&lt;br /&gt;Turning the roads that were done&lt;br /&gt;Like a chord of breeze strumming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just for a while&lt;br /&gt;In its corners and flight of stair&lt;br /&gt;Structured in timeless style&lt;br /&gt;Of distances’ to the somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Coming some and going some&lt;br /&gt;Everything on the moving&lt;br /&gt;Easy going or coming from&lt;br /&gt;Its music flowing of easy grooving…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-239345464886009780?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/239345464886009780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=239345464886009780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/239345464886009780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/239345464886009780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything-happens-to-me.html' title='Everything Happens To Me'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-9093881632361105612</id><published>2009-01-06T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:33:21.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Glitter All of Gold Inside</title><content type='html'>We glitter all of gold inside&lt;br /&gt;With many thoughts of wonder&lt;br /&gt;Those rainbow colors they'll glide&lt;br /&gt;In every thoughtful ponder&lt;br /&gt;There are so many different ways&lt;br /&gt;To find one ways in&lt;br /&gt;They come as many colored plays&lt;br /&gt;To give you its imagination spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every truth there is a dream&lt;br /&gt;That goes beyond reality&lt;br /&gt;And not everything there inside seem&lt;br /&gt;To be what it is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;For we are all children still&lt;br /&gt;In finding our worthy go&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that come we must fulfill&lt;br /&gt;To make them like morning glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-9093881632361105612?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/9093881632361105612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=9093881632361105612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/9093881632361105612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/9093881632361105612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-glitter-all-of-gold-inside.html' title='We Glitter All of Gold Inside'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-5950568179954742223</id><published>2009-01-06T01:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:31:40.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Times Are Just Crying</title><content type='html'>These times are just crying&lt;br /&gt;Full of tears from the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Every smile now low-lying&lt;br /&gt;Among the streets passing crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings deep as dark wood&lt;br /&gt;Every moment in slippery going&lt;br /&gt;For the hate is not understood&lt;br /&gt;Of the coming and unknowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful demonstrations died&lt;br /&gt;When shadows fell from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Children lay there alongside&lt;br /&gt;Mutilated and with tears in eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These times are just crying&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere peace around to find&lt;br /&gt;Efforts wasted in each trying&lt;br /&gt;Love and equality all left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s love and where’s hope&lt;br /&gt;What has brought this darker site?&lt;br /&gt;Into hours of ill forsaken grope&lt;br /&gt;That wings of hate have trite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings deep as dark wood&lt;br /&gt;And people losing their freedom&lt;br /&gt;Rages and times of orphanhood&lt;br /&gt;Life forward steps so worrisome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5950568179954742223?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5950568179954742223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5950568179954742223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5950568179954742223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5950568179954742223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-times-are-just-crying.html' title='These Times Are Just Crying'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-491617823355969306</id><published>2009-01-06T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:25:08.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be Loved</title><content type='html'>I want to be loved here by everyone&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot be loved longer by you&lt;br /&gt;The heart is the glow that never is done&lt;br /&gt;And tries to find love that always is true&lt;br /&gt;If I will wander some footsteps away&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no one to be reached by love&lt;br /&gt;I shall be like a lonesome grayish day&lt;br /&gt;With its drifting darkish cloudlets above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be touched so deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;With all those feelings that give from and steer&lt;br /&gt;Like spring water that in clearness will start&lt;br /&gt;As freshly as you are truly and dear&lt;br /&gt;Each purpose in life is to be loved on&lt;br /&gt;And Carry those dreams till your times are gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-491617823355969306?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/491617823355969306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=491617823355969306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/491617823355969306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/491617823355969306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-be-loved.html' title='I Want To Be Loved'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-6016537939363929692</id><published>2009-01-06T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:24:12.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Today</title><content type='html'>Love me today&lt;br /&gt;Don’t start tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Love me my way&lt;br /&gt;Time won't borrow&lt;br /&gt;It goes to distance&lt;br /&gt;And feeling will die&lt;br /&gt;Now is your chance&lt;br /&gt;To open my sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me for now&lt;br /&gt;In every beat&lt;br /&gt;We shall be somehow&lt;br /&gt;Love letters read&lt;br /&gt;Feelings from deep&lt;br /&gt;Home in our heart&lt;br /&gt;Our to keep&lt;br /&gt;From love's start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me to night&lt;br /&gt;When dark is here&lt;br /&gt;In the moon light&lt;br /&gt;Closely and near&lt;br /&gt;I am yours as much&lt;br /&gt;As you are mine&lt;br /&gt;With every touch&lt;br /&gt;In every shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-6016537939363929692?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/6016537939363929692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=6016537939363929692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6016537939363929692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6016537939363929692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-me-today.html' title='Love Me Today'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-3749815045683257168</id><published>2009-01-06T01:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:23:27.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Just You and Me</title><content type='html'>I love you with each new thought that comes&lt;br /&gt;Like every dream that from inside will grow&lt;br /&gt;Each of our time is leaves with its blossoms&lt;br /&gt;Magical hours that mustn't be allowed to go&lt;br /&gt;Feelings that touch us because we are in love&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than ocean and higher than the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just like clouds drifting to and fro above&lt;br /&gt;Worth every moment till they drift to goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every our minute life will beat time&lt;br /&gt;On to tides spring summer and autumn&lt;br /&gt;Even in winter when frost is at prime&lt;br /&gt;Our love gives passion ad-infinitum&lt;br /&gt;Love is just you and me in our own way&lt;br /&gt;Like night starry clear or morning of day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-3749815045683257168?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/3749815045683257168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=3749815045683257168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/3749815045683257168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/3749815045683257168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-is-just-you-and-me.html' title='Love Is Just You and Me'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-1696130681515302222</id><published>2009-01-06T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:22:34.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up On Your Flight</title><content type='html'>Never give up on your flight&lt;br /&gt;Always have hope in your try&lt;br /&gt;Day is of shadows and light&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes there’s blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every your touch is a glow&lt;br /&gt;Giving you dreams you found&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps to go in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they'll come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be broken down at all&lt;br /&gt;For you have your wings on&lt;br /&gt;There are dreams yet to call&lt;br /&gt;Those rise like awakening dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to your heart and beyond&lt;br /&gt;Where every drifting goes along&lt;br /&gt;Never any more to be donned&lt;br /&gt;Into a lonesome dream song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-1696130681515302222?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/1696130681515302222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=1696130681515302222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/1696130681515302222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/1696130681515302222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-give-up-on-your-flight.html' title='Never Give Up On Your Flight'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-4568053294276817569</id><published>2009-01-06T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:21:48.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poorest Of the Poor...</title><content type='html'>The poorest of the poor...&lt;br /&gt;They say that we are&lt;br /&gt;But we can smile for sure&lt;br /&gt;And wish upon a falling star&lt;br /&gt;We have our love to give&lt;br /&gt;And anything worth to share&lt;br /&gt;Go on the earth to live&lt;br /&gt;And just by being here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The richness is inside&lt;br /&gt;Of feelings to stir awake&lt;br /&gt;Some hope may well collide&lt;br /&gt;In what there is at stake&lt;br /&gt;But still we have our own&lt;br /&gt;That money cannot gain&lt;br /&gt;More glittery than gemstone&lt;br /&gt;- Our heart and our brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poorest of the poor...&lt;br /&gt;We haven't notice this&lt;br /&gt;For we’re just as you’re&lt;br /&gt;When everything's amiss&lt;br /&gt;So richness we have as much&lt;br /&gt;As anyone else on Earth&lt;br /&gt;We have our heart and touch&lt;br /&gt;It must be of gold its worth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-4568053294276817569?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/4568053294276817569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=4568053294276817569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/4568053294276817569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/4568053294276817569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/poorest-of-poor.html' title='The Poorest Of the Poor...'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-5094605914259121081</id><published>2009-01-01T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:45:19.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is a Heart</title><content type='html'>Every day is a dream coming true&lt;br /&gt;In its ways and its lonely roads&lt;br /&gt;On their distances going through&lt;br /&gt;With their feelings and many loads&lt;br /&gt;To the days that are still rising&lt;br /&gt;In compartments in their disguising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a heart if it’s not for you?&lt;br /&gt;In their heartbreak and pounding on&lt;br /&gt;So much inside that never comes too&lt;br /&gt;Only lost in the blues and then gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is heart if it’s never much true?&lt;br /&gt;Only feeling to reach to each goal&lt;br /&gt;And what is love if it’s never for you&lt;br /&gt;Only prelude to every go ahead role&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5094605914259121081?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5094605914259121081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5094605914259121081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5094605914259121081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5094605914259121081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-heart.html' title='What Is a Heart'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-6742341887485517625</id><published>2009-01-01T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:44:17.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Smoke Fills the Air</title><content type='html'>When smoke fills the air&lt;br /&gt;With many shadowed faces&lt;br /&gt;It unlaces its anger there&lt;br /&gt;With lines to many places&lt;br /&gt;To open doors and window&lt;br /&gt;Of drifting clouds in sky&lt;br /&gt;That will come and will go&lt;br /&gt;In each their newly try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like unanswered question&lt;br /&gt;Each following its start&lt;br /&gt;In every thoughtful section&lt;br /&gt;Those in its room depart&lt;br /&gt;And as it muses away&lt;br /&gt;To give a smoke a line&lt;br /&gt;There comes a night and day&lt;br /&gt;With rain or sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in every life&lt;br /&gt;Each make to their own&lt;br /&gt;In realistic and to strife&lt;br /&gt;That in mind's eye is known&lt;br /&gt;With much colors and shade&lt;br /&gt;Of gladness or sadness world&lt;br /&gt;That time have truly made&lt;br /&gt;And many fetches up whirled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-6742341887485517625?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/6742341887485517625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=6742341887485517625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6742341887485517625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6742341887485517625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-smoke-fills-air.html' title='When Smoke Fills the Air'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-5976167910563179609</id><published>2009-01-01T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:42:57.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Earth (a song)</title><content type='html'>You are divine&lt;br /&gt;You are spring of time&lt;br /&gt;You are sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And blossoms in prime&lt;br /&gt;Every love is of you&lt;br /&gt;Each footstep coming&lt;br /&gt;The sky high and blue&lt;br /&gt;On white clouds blossoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are till my end&lt;br /&gt;Everything I’ll stand for&lt;br /&gt;My life to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;And open its door&lt;br /&gt;My feelings in making&lt;br /&gt;The songs that I sing&lt;br /&gt;Each sorrow I am aching&lt;br /&gt;Each pleasure I will bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O darling my mother&lt;br /&gt;The cradle of every love&lt;br /&gt;My sister and my brother&lt;br /&gt;Fresh air from the above&lt;br /&gt;Treetops of the green&lt;br /&gt;The waterfalls and river&lt;br /&gt;Every thought between&lt;br /&gt;That you to my heart deliver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5976167910563179609?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5976167910563179609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5976167910563179609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5976167910563179609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5976167910563179609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-earth-song.html' title='To Earth (a song)'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-7221130451789717795</id><published>2009-01-01T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:41:56.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are the Stars of Star Shine</title><content type='html'>We are the stars of star shine&lt;br /&gt;Glowing dust of the morning&lt;br /&gt;Caused by the heart to define&lt;br /&gt;The wings of our love aborning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that follow onto dust&lt;br /&gt;Reigns of true destiny pending&lt;br /&gt;Trials and errors never to rust&lt;br /&gt;Each in turn plentiful vending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking days through inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Giving some time to our hope&lt;br /&gt;Freedom’s love for each nation&lt;br /&gt;Just like smoke that can’t elope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morn given that's been walked&lt;br /&gt;Through struggling that hesitates&lt;br /&gt;Around swaying barleys barrack&lt;br /&gt;In every shading of its true baits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-7221130451789717795?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/7221130451789717795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=7221130451789717795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7221130451789717795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7221130451789717795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-stars-of-star-shine.html' title='We Are the Stars of Star Shine'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-9032074884082124996</id><published>2009-01-01T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:40:37.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now This Year Is Leaving</title><content type='html'>Now this year is leaving for recollection&lt;br /&gt;Its courses together in clouds and sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Each time in its flowing and reflection&lt;br /&gt;Those quarters which passion made to consign&lt;br /&gt;With moon glows in the twinkling darkish night&lt;br /&gt;Or summer in daybreak's uprising new day&lt;br /&gt;These blossoms of color through indistinct light&lt;br /&gt;Minutes of ways - those carry on and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each carnation of approaching fresh verve&lt;br /&gt;In to the deep of ocean´s streets of time&lt;br /&gt;Where it will touch and memories conserve&lt;br /&gt;The flowing epoch of its own way and prime&lt;br /&gt;Like diamonds together life contrasting feel&lt;br /&gt;Some were of fantasies other quite real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-9032074884082124996?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/9032074884082124996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=9032074884082124996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/9032074884082124996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/9032074884082124996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-this-year-is-leaving.html' title='Now This Year Is Leaving'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-8953049883143292214</id><published>2009-01-01T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:35:42.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance on Your Softly Fairy Toes</title><content type='html'>Dance on your softly fairy toes&lt;br /&gt;On the waves of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere your freedom goes&lt;br /&gt;With the flow of air and emotion&lt;br /&gt;Give your wings a try&lt;br /&gt;On to goings far out&lt;br /&gt;In to the openness of the sky&lt;br /&gt;And high clouds circling about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance on the aloft coming air&lt;br /&gt;Out to the distances afar&lt;br /&gt;With your longings gathered everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And wishes for each falling star&lt;br /&gt;Dream away to a different shore&lt;br /&gt;Find your billows to rise&lt;br /&gt;To the evermore and hereinbefore&lt;br /&gt;With your movements and surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break of your chains to freedom&lt;br /&gt;Let everything just go and go&lt;br /&gt;On to where the breezes are from&lt;br /&gt;And the first of the daybreak's glow&lt;br /&gt;Be like a bird and glide high&lt;br /&gt;Above every rooftop and tree&lt;br /&gt;Never let go of the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Or the liberty that makes you free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-8953049883143292214?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/8953049883143292214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=8953049883143292214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8953049883143292214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8953049883143292214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/dance-on-your-softly-fairy-toes.html' title='Dance on Your Softly Fairy Toes'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-7411342809698332087</id><published>2009-01-01T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:33:55.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles That Said Hi</title><content type='html'>Around the road ways&lt;br /&gt;Of many miles&lt;br /&gt;Where our heart plays&lt;br /&gt;With its many smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dreams are alone&lt;br /&gt;And filling the gray&lt;br /&gt;And there is no tone&lt;br /&gt;For them to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the road ways&lt;br /&gt;Where love is found&lt;br /&gt;In sun shining days&lt;br /&gt;That comes here around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will fill the sky&lt;br /&gt;With colors of faces&lt;br /&gt;Smiles that said hi&lt;br /&gt;In their beautiful graces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not notice now&lt;br /&gt;What they stand for&lt;br /&gt; Meetings to and fro&lt;br /&gt;Then alone once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when dreams wake&lt;br /&gt;We will notice a thought&lt;br /&gt;That someone did make&lt;br /&gt;That those smiles taught&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-7411342809698332087?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/7411342809698332087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=7411342809698332087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7411342809698332087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7411342809698332087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2009/01/smiles-that-said-hi.html' title='Smiles That Said Hi'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-6212670475330053075</id><published>2008-12-29T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:31:27.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Into My Eyes</title><content type='html'>Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see how they shine&lt;br /&gt;They are made of shade skies&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each silver thread glow&lt;br /&gt;With copper and stone&lt;br /&gt;That inside will know&lt;br /&gt;In their places and tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into eyes worth&lt;br /&gt;And see how they are made&lt;br /&gt;Quite sight as the earth&lt;br /&gt;In every their shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden twine shine&lt;br /&gt;That comes in its giving&lt;br /&gt;In every made on line&lt;br /&gt;Is for all this of living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to each epoch&lt;br /&gt;That shall grow on to go&lt;br /&gt;In their twinkling dock&lt;br /&gt;Until they stop their flow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-6212670475330053075?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/6212670475330053075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=6212670475330053075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6212670475330053075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/6212670475330053075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-into-my-eyes.html' title='Look Into My Eyes'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-7344281725244980756</id><published>2008-12-29T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:30:48.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Is Like a Windmill</title><content type='html'>The time is like a windmill&lt;br /&gt;Of wheeling on the waves&lt;br /&gt;That goes up and down a hill&lt;br /&gt;In moments of lots to fill&lt;br /&gt;With wonderments and craves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning is shining there&lt;br /&gt;Onward to fields and roads&lt;br /&gt;And giving a circle to adhere&lt;br /&gt;From some to almost anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Of many its falling loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its silences and tones so soft&lt;br /&gt;Filling the moments to go&lt;br /&gt;And bringing around its oft&lt;br /&gt;With a round and around waft&lt;br /&gt;Like wind in breeze will blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day and night to give in&lt;br /&gt;Of each its work be done&lt;br /&gt;From dry to water full spin&lt;br /&gt;Where each of both has been&lt;br /&gt;Until the turning is none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheel will strive and break&lt;br /&gt;To reach its own destiny&lt;br /&gt;Give of what it will take&lt;br /&gt;And always be still awake&lt;br /&gt;To turn forever and be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it's like circle of life&lt;br /&gt;In making its going turn&lt;br /&gt;And as it too it must strife&lt;br /&gt;And break on through the rife&lt;br /&gt;Forever to go on and learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-7344281725244980756?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/7344281725244980756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=7344281725244980756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7344281725244980756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/7344281725244980756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-is-like-windmill.html' title='The Time Is Like a Windmill'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-2199353749705164688</id><published>2008-12-29T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:25:09.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me Your Peace and Hope</title><content type='html'>Bring me your peace and hope&lt;br /&gt;In to the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold on to love's robe&lt;br /&gt;And bring forward to understand&lt;br /&gt;The morning has come in love&lt;br /&gt;And peaceful celebrating beauty&lt;br /&gt;Like open sky in blue above&lt;br /&gt;So flowing on in endless fluty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this day night arrives&lt;br /&gt;With purple flowers reality&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts of deeper archives&lt;br /&gt;Of simple ways and complexity&lt;br /&gt;Transcended by in rays of light&lt;br /&gt;Those many understanding ways&lt;br /&gt;Like something comes to flight&lt;br /&gt;That experience pounder plays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-2199353749705164688?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/2199353749705164688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=2199353749705164688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2199353749705164688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/2199353749705164688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2008/12/bring-me-your-peace-and-hope.html' title='Bring Me Your Peace and Hope'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015648263844341836.post-5340257128403248221</id><published>2008-12-29T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:23:35.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Moment Embroidered In Sadness</title><content type='html'>There is sadness with its lone and crippled feet&lt;br /&gt;By skeletons that come in like shadow&lt;br /&gt;Lonely hours of the dim empty street&lt;br /&gt;With no smiles and laughter that come and go&lt;br /&gt;Like serpent's teeth are those shallow windows&lt;br /&gt;With their curtains falling down like sunshade&lt;br /&gt;Each moment embroidered in sorrow glows&lt;br /&gt;From falling roses and hours of the wade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath of the world is never still around there&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the thresholds of lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Like bat's wings of jets above somewhere&lt;br /&gt;That is breaking the sound barrier's roar steeple&lt;br /&gt;Four corners of the wind not ending - crying&lt;br /&gt;While people to their believes are still dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There will be no peace if an attack is met with and attack, because the simple truth is, those who go by the bullet shall also fall by the bullet.  Bring peace into your garden and peace shall be upon you - all around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5340257128403248221?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5340257128403248221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5340257128403248221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5340257128403248221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5340257128403248221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2008/12/each-moment-embroidered-in-sadness.html' title='Each Moment Embroidered In Sadness'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-5420113288825582342</id><published>2008-12-29T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:39:20.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Need To Wake Up Again To Live</title><content type='html'>You were all in my heart once&lt;br /&gt;With your beat softly in trance&lt;br /&gt;But it never came to any start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much out there for no reason&lt;br /&gt;Out of way and not right season&lt;br /&gt;And it did not follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby all about you I loved though&lt;br /&gt;With my feelings that go still&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams that went to and fro&lt;br /&gt;And never could open to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have only what we give&lt;br /&gt;To sidewalks of either way&lt;br /&gt;You need to wake up again to live&lt;br /&gt;So your love can always stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5420113288825582342?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5420113288825582342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5420113288825582342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5420113288825582342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5420113288825582342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-need-to-wake-up-again-to-live.html' title='You Need To Wake Up Again To Live'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-8876838089433206387</id><published>2008-11-19T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:35:10.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Shall Overcome This Day</title><content type='html'>We shall overcome this day&lt;br /&gt;When our heart is almost broken&lt;br /&gt;Many feeling in their way&lt;br /&gt;Those were never outside spoken&lt;br /&gt;When my heart was frozen cold&lt;br /&gt;Dark and deep in throbbing beat&lt;br /&gt;Icily slippery that cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;On this empty nowhere street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday did shine its cold&lt;br /&gt;Wishing stars of falling light&lt;br /&gt;Every road that must now unfold&lt;br /&gt;From the day and through of night&lt;br /&gt;When the easiness is all alone&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy brows and a silent deep&lt;br /&gt;Winter thoughts in its frozen tone&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to the springtime sweep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall overcome this day&lt;br /&gt;That is now returning to dark&lt;br /&gt;Evening hours in the falling play&lt;br /&gt;To the strings of daybreak arc&lt;br /&gt;Lullabies murmur in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Wintry ways deep to breeze&lt;br /&gt;Of the stream of time transience&lt;br /&gt;In the wilderness aborigines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-8876838089433206387?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/8876838089433206387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=8876838089433206387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8876838089433206387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/8876838089433206387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-shall-overcome-this-day.html' title='We Shall Overcome This Day'/><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-8015648263844341836.post-5141962655321106593</id><published>2007-05-23T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:22:21.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Our Time</title><content type='html'>This is our time&lt;br /&gt;Into each everything&lt;br /&gt;Now's today's prime&lt;br /&gt;Life's a real thing&lt;br /&gt;Going to get along&lt;br /&gt;On every cornered street&lt;br /&gt;Something’s going wrong&lt;br /&gt;With its rigged offbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might go sleazy&lt;br /&gt;Turning upside down&lt;br /&gt;Someone to speakeasy&lt;br /&gt;In this crowded town&lt;br /&gt;Forward motions turning&lt;br /&gt;Rising above ground&lt;br /&gt;Today is not learning&lt;br /&gt;To build on what it found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures and heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;The feelings really are&lt;br /&gt;Copestones and concrete&lt;br /&gt;Slumming houses abattoir&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is to go&lt;br /&gt;Into their own emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Nobody does reslly know&lt;br /&gt;Partings are lees and less&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8015648263844341836-5141962655321106593?l=moderate-tempers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/feeds/5141962655321106593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015648263844341836&amp;postID=5141962655321106593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5141962655321106593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015648263844341836/posts/default/5141962655321106593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moderate-tempers.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-our-time.html' title='This is Our Time'/><author><name>Peter S. 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