Paul Amrod Poems

When the subconscious slumbers one is haunted with a barren quiescence
Awakening mornings with a solace
Nevertheless lurking is something ominous
Morpheus is on leave unfurling his wings surging in astral projection
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Singing is the breath of inspiration day and night for me.
Bringing me a constant jubilation hence I'm so joyfully free.
I'm flying off with robins and sparrows to some paradise in the sky
where there are seldom sounds to be heard beside birdsong.
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Your smile is piercing my heart with its loving radiance.
Patting a rhythmical pattern with total excitation
Your enthusiasm is contagious as you take upon your dance
gliding with an emotional cascade in complete relaxation.
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I got to be hung on a rack

The day is not done till I buy a six-pack
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I wish to remain my own man
My quest for truth lies in God's hand
Love reigns supreme from the depths of my soul
Through selfless thoughts I can further my goal.
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How glorious is the feeling of our Savior's might.
When all is forgotten He'll remind us to be His children.
Like an infant small we will cry lost in the darkest night.
But His shining brightness pierces darkness then we are brethren.
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Nurtured by the sacred canto echoing through my recollection
persisting to influence my ability to thread the needle.
Aiming through eternity with a fondness for the primeval
Rejuvenating the balance between imagination and authenticity
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Looking over the firmament as far as the eye can see
We saunter through an autumnal countryside
There are the last glimpses of fading goldenrods and marigolds
Accompanying our lackadaisical stroll is the Libra sun
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Remembering a fleeting moment during August of sixty-nine
which brought two musicians together for an experience divine.
Inviting his genius to perform on a humble and modest stage
created an uproar which became the inception of a legendary age.
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The Earth is awakening as each living being exudes its brilliancy.
A harmony then arises to appease the peasants as they sow their fields.
With the origins of fertility rites the nymphs graciously prance in fancy
intoxicating throngs of sentimentalists with their mysteries revealed.
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