It's The Poetry Of Life Poem by Paul Amrod

It's The Poetry Of Life

Rating: 4.9


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
the miraculous haunting hues.
Sweet Apollo sends his muse
flowing with an inspiration
that springs me at of bed
and I stand awake in wonder.
It’s the poetry of life with an invitation
of what could lie ahead
as we never go asunder.
It’s the poetry of life
Singing like a choir on Christmas day
It’s the poetry of life burning like a fire
as mild as Mother Earth’s red clay.
Like finding the lost chord
to harmonize our love’s desire
and to accentuate our interplay.
As spontaneous as a new rebirth
we sense the reaction prior
to our fantasies of yesterday.
Amidst the middle of the strife
comes a spoon without the knife.
With the riddle of the pipe
is a dream that’s nearly ripe.
Bringing mysteries to light
as the fiddler grabs his rosin
heating up our night.
It’s the loss of misery
though a trick of witchery
that leaves us ignoring caution.
Then the breakers rush to shore
The ebbing tide is now in sight
Enunciating our liberty
is the fairy we adore.
Beckoning the holy hosts
we certainly will implore
the coincidental synchronicity
of this poetry of life.
With a magical stroke of sensitivity
our inner optimism will ignite.
The quest of serendipity
will lead us to the coast
where the lonelier have settled
to keep their hopes alive.
They received a spirit’s vessel
which was tumbled and tossed afloat.
As the spring begins to blossom
we wipe the water from our eyes.
The awakening of the fertile flowers
asserts our dreamful hours.
As a peacock spreads its wings to revive
the coloristic panorama, quite awesome
as the prism’s spectrum will imminently surprise.
Like a pageant on display
depicting a series of streaming rays
illuminating a crystal boat
which embarks through a morning’s haze.
It’s the poetry of life that recites such golden verses
giving us faith and hope with directions
pointing in every which way among us
to see what perfection suddenly comes to surface.
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
amongst the people with a mission of eternal peace.

Saturday, July 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 10 September 2015

t’s the poetry of life Singing like a choir on Christmas day It’s the poetry of life burning like a fire as mild as Mother Earth’s red clay. Details of our life's paths.. you are a poet of life. wonderful imaginative use of words. thank you very much.

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Paul Amrod 21 December 2015

Hi Tony, Thank you so much for your evaluation of my work! I am sorry it took me so long to resp9ond. I am always at this on stage and doing a production for the theater here in Constance. I wish you a wonderful Christmas! I finally edited many of my pieces and I wanted to drop you a line. Greetings, Paul

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Daniel Brick 28 June 2016

I agree with what my friend Liza Sud in St. Petersburg Russia wrote below; AS I READ - I FELT I FLY - YOUR HEART IS HIGH AND LIGHT. Exactly this poem releases the heart into flying, and induces an ecstatic mood which we can sustain with the resources of poetry, all detailed in the poem. Your title also provided the repeated focus on poetry and its value in inspiring us. There are other views of poetry because there are other kinds of poetry, but what you call POETRY OF LIFE strikes me as the one we sorely need at this moment. So many poeple live without vision or hope and do not even realize these are necessary inner resources, the absence of which leads to the situation detailed in other poems like INCESSANT DECPTION. i FEEL INFUSED BY THE VISIONARY SWEEP OF THIS POEM. YOUR POEM ENDS WITH A LONG CODA THAT PRESENTS IMAGES OF BLESSEDNESS, ALMOST A PARADISAL WORLD. It's a goal worthy of sacrifice because the joy it will engender would be so welcome - a fulfuillment of our human capacity for J-O-Y.

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Paul Amrod 28 June 2016

Yes Daniel You have added a wonderful point to my attempt to gesture into the missing virtues which we sorely need. The capacity within to glance freely into your own soul to muster the strength and inspiration to be a positive force for the betterment of all. Warmest greetings, Paul

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Julie Smith 03 August 2016

Wow such beautiful words, it's surely a masterpiece :)

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me poet yeps poet 10 January 2021

nice poemy tho tooo long for me do read my MOMS SMILES KINDLY IF U PLEASE

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Prabir Gayen 06 August 2020

Very beautiful poem dear Paul...///

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Kumarmani Mahakul 31 March 2020

Singing like a choir on Christmas day we feel the devotional attitude and harmonizing the way of living we come closer towards God.. Poetry is the sweet melodic movement of mind that is sung automatically by our selves. A poetry lover can feel this truth. This poem is an excellent poem very well penned.

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Chinedu Dike 09 February 2020

Brilliant work of art, well articulated and nicely brought forth in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction.

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Sheikh Shadi Marjan 03 July 2018

Such a good poem.....10+ You may like to read my poems and express your views too.... - Marjan

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