Paul Amrod Poems

Drinking up that weekend moonshine
Tipping glasses for a good time
Remember last September
Shakin' rollin' and fiddlin'
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Johnny is sleeping another day away
He won't come out to play
Johnny is sleeping, his dreams have gone astray
beyond the hallowed Milky Way.
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Azure hues at twilight are imminently rising
transforming to melting lavenders and pink.
Every clock suddenly reverses rushing
toward the quiescence of yesteryears.
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The devilish mistress is spreading her lethal trap
A net of temptation has clothed her weakness
Appearing perhaps competent however full of conceit
Giving a false impression of her Machiavellian handicap
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Seemingly sumptuous prophecies incite
the celebrative prognosis of a social revolution.
A visitation to the perennial botanical gardens
exhibits the bountiful heterogeneity of our Nature.
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Rock and roll and rhythm
Keep that hot beat simmerin‘
Rock and roll and rhythm
Well I was brought up to be nocturnal
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Traveling through my memory to my earlier days
I was tying my sneakers and my childhood reappeared
Once upon a time in back of my elder's house
I enjoyed springing like a fawn playing a musketeer
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Impending consequences witnessed from heaven will be forthcoming
The immunity of a chosen few defies logic and reason
The onlooking victims were bystanders of atrocities
initiated from resources inhumane and reeking of treason.
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Wandering, drifting through the meadows to the Piccadilly Fair
Seemingly careless as a breeze blew gently through the morning air
Wearily Woesome Winfried was rolling his eyes harmless and so loveable
Nevertheless the cynics danced on his nose because he was so gullible
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His name was Theobald and his heart was true
Willing to serve the nobility and the clerics too
He was reserved, restrained, and unspeakably modest
Filled with good purpose so friendly and honest
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