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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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A Laptop Universe
'Gee, you're looking good today'.
I said as I looked down.
He winked a bit and slightly smiled,
But never made a sound.
'Yes, you're looking good today '.
I said in joyful cheer.
I would have hugged him oh so tight,
Could I have held him near.
He was there, just as he was,
Sure all there was of him.
A silent head, without a form.
A tech, in charge of them.
The wires and plugs that kept alive
The head of my best friend.
So he could live another day,
of life, that may not end.
The table there on which it lay,
A laptop universe.
Sadly holding this display.
How could a fate be worse?
They'd made for him a phony form,
Just as he once had been.
They sure need a place called Hell,
To put these _______s in.
I pressed a tab on his display
And he soon came alive.
What ere it was, it seemed as though,
He had a good hard drive.
I heard his voice as it had been.
Amazing, what they do!
'My friend, I'm glad you came today.
I don't see much of you '.
I tried to smile, it must be him,
I thought there after all.
Science plays such tricks on us
So often in this hall.
He talked to me, I talked to him,
For just a little while.
I wonder at such things as this,
Our lives of endless guile.
I left the lab of tortured souls
And looked out at the stars.
Perhaps they did such things as this
Once long ago, on Mars.
I breathed the air, such as it was;
With all its smoke and grit
And prayed I'd be at peace someday
As just a part of it.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Love Uncertain
I guess you lost your patience,
And found a broken heart.
I should have told you sooner,
Uncertain love's, not smart.
In courting love uncertain,
You can't get any more;
Than what they choose to give you,
I told you this before.
I'm sorry for your feelings.
I know you're very hurt.
But when you take a lover,
You get a just dessert.
So while a cherished moment,
May seem a certain love.
Remember, love forever,
Is what you're dreaming of.
And that is what it is you see.
A dream that can't come true;
As long as you're pursuing,
Uncertain loves, untrue.
So stop, and just consider,
Should you become its wife;
The choice of love uncertain,
Means chosen pain for life.
With painful love considered,
You must now fear the thought.
So run from love uncertain,
It always comes to naught.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Cupid
Last night I went out once again
To ply my ancient trade .
I've seldom heard a word of praise
For all the love I've made .
Sometimes I find it oh so hard
To do my joyful task .
I might explain it all quite well ,
If those who love would ask .
But few have ever dared to care
How love can go astray .
Most accept their lover's fate
When love just fades away .
So here it is for all to hear ,
How love has been till now .
Sometimes I just don't aim so well ,
I miss a heart somehow .
I have to hit two hearts at once .
It's timing , don't you see .
And sometimes lovers close their heart .
To all , especially me .
If someone ever gave you love ,
I hope you'll give just due ;
To me , the one who made it so ,
The joy that came to you .
Perhaps you closed your heart that time .
Perhaps I missed the mark .
Perhaps I timed it oh so bad
It only made a spark .
And if you came to love somehow ,
And theirs was not the same .
Or even if they turned from you ,
Then I'm the one to blame .
Yes , I'm to blame for all crossed love
That came to be so blue .
But please don't curse me oh so much ,
I have some feelings too .
I'm sorry for mistakes I've made .
I'd surely take them back .
If only I could give you all
The love in life you lack .
But if you'll give me one more chance .
I'll follow every lead .
And promise to keep at my work
To find the love you need .
And when I do , I'll string my bow ,
And line my arrow true .
And then the world will see once more
What Cupid still can do .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Lara (Inspired by Dr. Zhivago)
Oh Lara, let me tell you
If I may, this one more time,
How much I really love you,
In poetry and in rhyme.
I see our love more clearly,
Though I'm blind in love with thee.
I hold your love much closer,
For it's yours through which I see.
Your voice is, oh so soothing
As your loving sounds come through.
It keeps me ever yearning
For the sounds of loving you.
I feel loves sweet sensation
Every time I hold your hand.
And draw you ever closer
For that feeling, oh so grand.
Your kisses last forever
As we hold our love in place,
And taste sweet fruit and nectar
When our loving lips embrace.
I smell your pleasant fragrance
As I wander near and far.
Thankful to the girl I love
For the flower that you are.
Oh, Lara, please remember
All the things we lovers say
Are often gone tomorrow,
Placed in dreams of yesterday.
But if you've found contentment,
For I know I've found the same.
We'll have our love forever
And we'll call it by your name.
I wish to dedicate this poem to Boris Pasternak for
the book, David Lean for the direction, Maurice Jarre
for the music, and to Omar Shariff whose portrayal of Zhivago inspired me to become a poet, and finally to Julie Christie
whose image of Lara made this poem possible after 35
years of waiting for the gift to arrive.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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