Paul Amrod Poems
- A Playful Dream Sequence Silly little dancer skips from ...
- It's The Poetry Of Life It’s the poetry of life painting like...
- An Autumnal Lyric Ideals, fantasies and creative binges stir ...
- The Preciousness Of The Instan... Joyous exultations elicit ...
- A Hymn Of Self-Esteem Indigenous choruses in the realms of ...
- Alluring Couplets Dialogues of interacting interplay may ...
- The Courage Of Vitality Increments of dew drops shimmer ...
He received his musical education at the world-renowned Juilliard School. In 1979 after a seven year tour, either as a soloist or with his Trio or Quartet through the east coast and the New Yorker Jazz scene and as the opening band for such acts as Janis Joplin, The Paul Butterfield Blues Band, and the NRBQ, he returned to Juilliard and closed out with a Masters Degree, majoring in Composition. In New York he was involved in writing arrangements for A&M Records and was a Studio pianist for Columbia Records. In his earlier days he sang in choirs under the direction of Leonard Bernstein.
At the age of nine he began making music with his brother Willy. He started writing his own ... more »
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''For a moment thinking of nothing is highly healthy.Waking Up
However thinking for yourself is a prerequisite of sanity.''
''Hapless ventures will proceed into futilityPerseverance
Courageous adventures succeed with humility''
''Each of us should scream with joy that we were given the gift of life.Everyday observance
Why then do we toil and fret with worries and wicked strife?''
''The ingenious can never approve of cynicism. One must always leave the door open for exceptionalism.''Optimism
''Two dangers are looming. The damnation of our cherished environment through climate change or the futility of a brainless nuclear war.''Impeach Trump
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A Playful Dream Sequence
Silly little dancer skips from Gemini to Mars
A streaking comet comes to lighten the stars
Wee Willie Winkie tips his hat to the moon
Whether it is full or crescent
it doesn't mean a thing if love is present.
Now visit me and tell me true is it heaven's choir
or a witch's cold brew?
How can we ever find a sweet recluse in the mountains
or amidst a valley's morning dew?
High and mighty jester jumps from Pluto to Earth
and a joyous sound rings through the universe.
Peter Pumpkin whistles a carefree tune
catching all the maidens without notice