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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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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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The Hunter
Of man and beast and nature's pride,
There is no place its prey can hide.
Of night scopes made by man's design,
No hunter's lens is quite so fine.
No stealthy native's step or stride
Can match his gentle walk and glide.
No patient man can wait so long
In nature's world where they belong.
It's not the large or brutish beast
Who could secure his common feast.
Through quickness, guile, and patient wait;
No prey escapes his paws of fate.
And no one would or could now say,
What prey he might put on display,
In mounted form, in this my den;
The only place he's gentle in.
And this is where you knew he'd be
Sitting here right next to me.
While I caress his wondrous fur,
And hear again his loving purr.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Universe
The ship moves on without a sail
Or rudder as its guide.
The oozing mass of living things
Escaping from each side.
'The Universe' is bound for home
Without its mortal crew.
Or anything it journeyed for,
Its mission over due.
We see it as it nears it's home
With sparkling watered eyes.
It must have been a hellish thing
That happened to those guys.
As men endeavor to explore
Sometimes I question why.
It's best they never see such things
As this go passing by.
It must be Heaven's plan for us
To see before we die,
How man's pursuit of unknown things
Can often go awry.
If so, I've learned my lesson well.
Though man, I fear, has not.
What evil things were done this time?
What spectacle we've wrought!
We'll take our pictures, every one,
So they can see it all.
The tortured mass of living things.
No doubt, from Hell's spring ball.
When we're through, a braver soul
Than me will go on board.
And place a charge of fireworks
Somewhere in evil's hoard.
And then the ship, ' The Universe, '
The pride of man's great fleet;
Will turn into a flaming Hell,
A sign of man's conceit.
Then I will say a prayer to God
For all the souls on board.
'The Universe' and my own ship,
And worlds not yet explored.
When fooling with the genes of life
We'd better heed these words.
Sometimes it doesn't blend so well.
It sticks, and turns to curds.
The pictures will explain it all.
I pray they'll be revealed.
So man will cease pursuing things
That God so well concealed.
If man derives from anything
'The Universe' displayed.
Then he has one true destiny.
A Hell that he has made.
And if I'm there to see it through,
This destiny of man.
I'll hold the torch of Heaven's fire
And burn them if I can.
So let us pray that men will yield
To God this human curse.
Exemplified by what he made.
This ship, 'The Universe.'
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Dreaded Words
The hated phrase , the one to dread .
The one you all one time have said .
The hardest words to say when true .
The most feared words , yes , I love you .
Though it may come to cross your lips ,
No one has cared to give you tips
On how to say it to a friend
So your relationship won't end .
And that is why we hate it so .
It terrifies the friends we know .
But though it's very hard to say ,
True love demands it be this way .
So speak obscurely , and with rhyme .
And add some charm when it comes time .
But never say , however true ;
The dreaded words , yes , I love you .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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