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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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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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My Ship Set Sail This Day
Alas, my love , what heart felt phrase
Could my sad verse express ;
That might well serve to satisfy
This pain I now possess ?
What parting song would set the mood ?
What poet's words ring true ?
What signal of a friendship death
Was missed by me , from you ?
Perhaps it was the spread of time ,
The spectrum strains of life .
It's not enough to charge it to
The duties of a wife .
Yes , friends will always make the time .
A minute , one or two .
To certify their just regard
And care , so it comes through .
The choices of the time we spend ,
Sometimes , a just mistake .
But darling , oh my darling dear ;
These ones for Heaven's sake .
Now let me see , it's laundry time .
My friend , of many years .
Now let me think , the ironing board .
My friend , consumed by fears .
The question that I have for you ,
Was did I cross your mind ?
And if I did , it's oh so sad .
And worse , it's so unkind .
That's why these fated words I write
To one I've loved so true ,
Have forced me to accept the fact
You don't feel as I do .
You may not understand at first
Why I must say good-bye .
It's not as though the love I've felt
Has turned into a lie .
It's just that for the love I give
Expressed by my concern ;
The consequence I do require ,
Is notice in return .
The fact you do not notice me ,
Or so it now appears ;
Means you're prepared to let my ship
Sail on this sea of tears .
I did not set to sail by choice
Upon this solemn sea .
Your note revealed these hidden words ,
'Please go away from me .'
I tried my best these many years ,
Though futile it now seems .
Perhaps , a friendship void of truth ,
Sealed up in phantom dreams .
With that , our friendship dies of age .
Adieu , my phantom friend .
Who knows when friendships go astray ,
Or why they reach their end ?
As it may take a little time
For me to drift away ;
I write this just so you will know ,
My Ship Set Sail This Day .
No tide of tears can bring it back
When such gale winds are blown .
It seeks love harbors yet unseen ,
And friendship lands unknown .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Friend (The Valentine's Day Poem)
A friend to light a candle
When darkness overcomes.
A friend to hold you closer
When distant thunder drums.
A friend to gently tie you
When sirens sing your name.
A friend with words to soothe you
When life's a losing game.
A friend to cool your passions
When passions take their hold.
A friend to warm you gently
When a frozen heart's too cold.
A friend to spread contentment
As seasons wax and wane,
Make sense of love's confusion,
And bear life's grief and pain.
A friend who knows this season
Of love; both yours and mine.
A friend, another reason,
To send this Valentine.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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