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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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November Love (My First Poem) (Two Versions)
Below, you will see two versions of my very first poem.
Its important to understand that the first version of the poem
is exactly as I wrote it at 6: 15 to 6: 30 PM on November 2nd
1970. I made no changes to it. It is also important to know
that this was, in fact, my first ever attempt to write a poem
of any kind whatsoever. The second version is modified from
the first because I wanted to demonstrate how a few simple
word changes can convert a rather average poem of some
quality into a poem of great quality and structure.
In early November the air is clear
With many sounds of lovers near.
Not as the April birds that sing
Nor as the Sunday church bells ring.
But rather to the rhythm of rain,
The hearts of lovers beat again.
For it's not true love that blooms in spring
Nor is it of love that birds do sing.
Rather of that love soon gone
And never seems to carry on.
That April love that all partake,
But very few ever make.
It's all year long this false love swells
Till in November true love dwells.
In November the air is clear
With many sounds of lovers near.
Not as the April birds that sing
Nor as the Sunday church bells ring.
Rather to the rhythm of rain,
The hearts of lovers beat again.
It's not true love that blooms in spring.
Nor is it love, that birds will sing.
But rather of that love soon gone
Which never seems to carry on.
That April love that all partake
And very few will ever make.
It's all year long this false love swells
Till in November, true love dwells.
I have removed the voting option on this poem
and placed it in my Hall Of Fame, due to its
history described above and its usefulness as
an example to the readers.
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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Life's Companion
Fear, is life's companion.
And death's from which it springs.
So do not drink its water.
Refresh in other things.
Life, which has no father.
No faith to make its form.
Is destined to be famished,
As that's the troubled norm.
Life's not born of wisdom.
It's born of having faith.
For that's the form of substance
Contained in every wraith.
Every life's companion
Shall fade as time goes by.
If man can find the courage,
That says you shall not die.
Here is life's true wisdom,
That fear may fade away.
Believe you have a father,
And you shall drink each day.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Acceptance Of Fate
Of all the lessons learned in life
By every creed in turn,
Acceptance is the costliest
Mankind has had to learn.
The price is often self-esteem,
And life must yield as well.
It also charges interest,
On that, I shall not dwell.
But just by way of mentioning,
Though bitter is defeat;
Recovery sure is sweeter,
The sooner it's complete.
Acceptance of each circumstance,
Is one great truth of life.
But often comes at quite a cost,
Much suffering and strife.
The hardest thing to realize,
When all is said and done;
Accepting losses in ones life,
Is one sure sign you've won.
Sometimes the greatest victory
Is learning to endure,
Defeat that seems unbearable;
When at first glance, for sure.
Acceptance of this living truth
Is not so hard to bear.
It's something man can't seem to learn
In struggles everywhere.
But here is wisdom to the wise,
Or those who wish to be;
For those who seek a happy life,
Acceptance is the key.
The costs you have to pay to bear
This single solemn truth,
Are those you need to sacrifice,
Your pride and fear, forsooth.
The choice is one each has to make.
And each is justified.
Depending on your view of life,
I'll argue for each side.
The core of this dilemma then
Is just to understand;
Depending on the choice you make,
You'll live or die as planned.
Acceptance then, includes the fate
You choose on fateful days.
To leave this world a sacrifice,
Or live in other ways.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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