Paul Amrod Poems
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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
Screaming around in his untidy cage
seemingly troubled in a total outrage
is my loyal comrade called Blue Monkey.
He was provoked by absurd shenanigans
from a local band of ruthless hooligans
who angered his peace with a useless junky.
The zookeeper heard the crazy rumble
rose out of bed falling forward to mumble
"I wonder what's the raucous in ol' Kentucky"