Paul Amrod Poems

It’s the poetry of life painting like the frost
on the tip of autumn’s breeze.
It’s the poetry of life found and never lost
Feeling comfortably at ease
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Blue Autumn Angel please don’t despair
Waking to clouds brings me down to sweet airs
Blue Autumn Angel please ease your sighing
Sleeping to moons brings me Venus in pairs
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Standing here a victim of a slanderous tongue
Pleading my innocence with a song left unsung
Easing my troubles with liquor and cigarettes
Trying to imagine what happened inside the silhouettes
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We are all victims of the evil politic
The power is in the hands of a band of lunatics
The articulated dissent is a form of conspiracy
Although the logic is obvious, we live in tyranny
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Heaven sent us a real fine day
We call Saint Valentine’s Day
Our heart’s throbbing play
to raise our passions
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We needn't believe in a philosophy, persuasion or a dogmatic theology.
Our thoughts are personally precious and our own respective property
which guide the maxims and epigrams to behold our metaphysical goals.
Creatively we collect various vantage points in an auspicious analogy
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Creaming the outrageous damsels with concessions
Forgetting your own words with confessions
The 118th session has turned into a bloody farce
Boar sandwiches are what our speaker devours.
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At the cosmic saloon
I drank moonshine till daybreak
I arrived here in pantaloons
with my big and blustery balloon.
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The onset of fooling yourself in being overly important
is a source of irrationality instead of insolence.
With a touch of boredom the imagination can run wild
opening new boulevards of thought for an informant.
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Well whether the swamp is in the Everglades or Long Island
speaking out against insults to the constitution is a necessity.
Mounting garbage as mental pollution is a form of brainwash
wondering where the last golf ball went into the Scottish Highland.
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