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
Hanging In The Bowery
Hanging in the Bowery with an intelligent hobo
Told him about my next gig in a groovy loft in Soho
I invited him to enjoy my Jazz Quartet's performance
Not worrying whether he caused a raucous or disturbance
I needed his humor for my improvisational skim
His smile was precious though his immediate future looked dim.
Dreamed away his misery with an approach which wasn't feeble
Looking through a haystack for his direction without a needle
Sacrificed acceptance for his freedom of thought an