Paul Amrod Poems
|241.||Theory Of Inoculation||6/13/2015|
|242.||I'm A Beggar And A Thief||6/13/2015|
|243.||Building A Fortress In The Sand||12/8/2015|
|244.||At The Cosmic Saloon||9/23/2015|
|245.||There She Was||9/29/2017|
|247.||Hymn To Our Seven Seas||1/23/2016|
|248.||Like A Beckoning Lighthouse Offshore||6/29/2016|
|249.||Take It Or Leave It||12/18/2015|
|250.||We Are Victims Of The Evil Politic||9/19/2015|
|251.||Libra's Ornamental Autumnal Temperament||10/6/2017|
|252.||Blue Autumn Angel||10/14/2015|
|253.||It's The Poetry Of Life||7/25/2015|
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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
Dialogues of interacting interplay
may dangle for an hour or a day
until the afterthoughts are woven through
together in the dawn’s morning dew.
Stringing couplets flowing in our ears
we will progress through given fears
of losing the band of tattered woes
delightfully free of innuendos.
Ideologies will come and disappear