Paul Amrod Poems

Love through our thought waves travelling through pure space
Though you're without me I still see your sweet face
Feeling instant inspiration moving mind to finger
Thrilling me in this creation blissfully I'm dreaming
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Lazy little new-born bluebird
Drifting through a cloud unheard
Sort of like the thoughts I've had
to wake our weary world.
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Polychromatic kaleidoscopic foliage from the maple
glistens in the Libra Sun amidst a forest of evergreen.
The winds are stronger and these gusts will enable
the painted leaves to tumble as chipmunks convene
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She worries for me, my dedicated companion
She cries if I cry, she's filled with compassion
Because she is there she's one I'll never abandon
I'm so overjoyed I'll give her all of my mind and soul!
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It's raining down on Old Vienna
Funny I lost my new umbrella
Hearing in my inner ear the strains of Schubert
Pulling my heartstrings as I shed a tear
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As a spectacular night's display couples with the appearance of the goldenrod
we declare the final phase of summer with the overabundance of August.
Still the merriness of hazy days encircle our temperament with a façade
of sunflowers burgeoning forth as our sowers prepare for harvest.
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Playing an absurd theater to portray the pretentious impostor
Squeezing through a labyrinth of never-ending hallways
Hearing the squealing voices of a grieving sepulcher's altar
as you mount your money in piles of pyramids as always.
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Get up! Start to feel the magic motion
We stand and watch the masters of the ocean
Last sup'! Must have been Davy Jones locker
It was real wild it was a roller and a rocker.
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The subconscious in motion is an internal clockwork fantasy.
The third eye has a mind of its own and directs its magic cinema.
We picture this spectacle as a bystander held in the legacy
of an autonomous display reflecting our cosmic antenna.
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Glittering glowing presence of magical beauty
Languidly falling as the swan soon will be winging.
Voices calling beckoning us to somberly slumber
Escaping gravity as silence is bringing
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