Paul Amrod Poems
It's The Poetry Of Life
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
Like a lazy summer’s day
Like two children lost in play
Like the story never told
from the yarn of times of old.
It’s the poetry of life bringing everything in view
Changing older thoughts to new
Warming winter’s bitter cold
As a storm comes raging through
to cleanse the atmospheric blues.
Improvising an esoteric line
to unleash the mysterious and sublime.
To guide our pathways as we cross
A Hymn Of Self-Esteem
Indigenous choruses in the realms of seraphim
have impelled our genesis
to flourish in multitudes encircling the sacrosanct
as they petition their wishes.
The tedious necromancy raises a cloak
to ensorcell the faithful and naive
cuddling their gullibility as their chastity
enlightens the environment with eloquence
while radiating beams illuminate