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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Silent Love
I knew it then , for I could tell .
Twas Silent Love in which I fell .
A painful choice for Heaven's sake .
And one no man would like to make .
But I was torn in part , you see .
By beauty , charm , and destiny .
I gathered up and off I went .
As if compelled to my torment .
And greeting there , my love confessed .
I made a simple child's request .
But thinking now of her and me ,
I guess it was as meant to be .
A love the angels sing in song .
It's in such love I do belong .
A timeless chord from up above .
A sanctified and Silent Love .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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So Long, Yet Far Away (M. V.)
I've often told of her before
And I will tell thee now.
That Autumn many years ago;
It lingers still, somehow.
In glancing up again I saw
The girl I'd seen before.
A maiden dark I still recall,
Too special to ignore.
I stood, this time, not far away.
She seldom came so near.
I hoped and prayed she'd notice me.
Why was I gripped with fear?
She wore a cloth of simple spin.
Twas not much I confess.
It dawned on me, as she approached,
I thought of her no less.
The closer to her sphere I drew,
The nearer more she came;
I realized and then could tell,
True love, was sure to blame.
She pushed her glasses on her nose,
So better she might see.
Then smiled a most delightful grin;
And looked so sweet at me.
I couldn't speak a word back then.
She mesmerized you know.
I doubt if she could comprehend
How much I loved her so.
She said, ' Hello ', and touched my arm
And winked a little too;
Then turned her head and stroked her hair,
The way girls like to do.
My eyes met hers, and there they are;
As ever they have stayed.
I wondered then, as I do now.
What mistake had I made?
She talked as though she knew me well,
Though we'd met but once before.
Twas then I knew, this love was doomed.
I'd lost at love, once more.
She said she couldn't stay too long.
She had to meet someone.
As if to make it, oh so clear;
I'd never be the one.
She didn't have to bother though,
I knew it anyway.
Another love, was mine to keep;
So long, yet far away.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Wondrous Joy Of Love
The only things of value
Contained in God's array,
Are found in those few moments
When love is on display.
The precious little seconds
When lovers realize
The joy and satisfaction
They see in each ones eyes.
The words that pass in whispers,
That shiver down the spine,
The yearning for each other
That seems almost divine.
It's when such moments linger,
Those moments of romance;
That all life finds its value
In just one loving glance.
We all dream of such moments.
Why then, are they so rare?
It seems we'd rather harbor love,
Than spread it here and there.
We've shed our tears of sorrow.
What's left are those of joy.
A strategy of loving
Is what we should employ.
Hug the ones you cherish,
Just kiss and hold them tight.
Do what you have yet to do,
But always thought you might.
Remember, lifetimes numbers
Are found on every crown .
I wonder why you're waiting,
The rain is pouring down.
And if you have nobody,
Don't make this poor excuse.
Just ask, and you'll find someone
Prepared to set love loose.
All souls should be companioned.
Two hearts should beat as one.
Two lips should feel the passion
Of kisses, every one.
Four eyes should see the beauty.
Four hands should gently feel.
And tears of joy, when falling;
Is love, both true and real.
For each of us, though strangers,
Still seek love as our goal.
As God wished His creations
To join as just one soul.
However you may find it,
No matter for how long,
There is no love created
By two that can be wrong.
So have as your endeavor,
His calling from above.
The spread of God's creation.
The Wondrous Joy Of Love.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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When You Tell The Truth
I'm sorry if I doubt it,
Your plan to tell the truth.
I hear you might try charging.
Perhaps, set up a booth.
If you do I'll surely pay
To witness how it goes.
Truth, when coming from your mouth;
I wonder if it glows.
At that time, I'll surely see
The consequence it brings.
You with angels at your side
And other wondrous things.
Pigs in flight around the town.
Blue moons seen everywhere.
And unicorns and mermaids
Just lounging here and there.
A pot of gold and rainbows
Near Santa's magic sleigh.
Aliens from outer space
Would surely come that day.
I wouldn't miss the marriage
Of Hillary and Starr.
A Twiggy, Oprah Winfrey.
Bill Gates, a movie star.
Yes, I surely doubt it all
Could ever come to pass.
If it did, I'm sure the Gods
Would celebrate en masse.
And I would stand among them
In lipstick and a thong,
Prompting them to join me in
A hot tub sing-a-long.
Wonders would not cease, you see.
In fact, the truth would die.
For when it passes by your lips,
It then becomes a lie.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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