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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Somewhere
Now everybody needs to find love somehow
When somehow, theirs may die or pass away.
I know that while it may seem gone forever,
Somehow, they'll find true love again one day.
And everybody's got to know that sometime,
There's gonna be a time when love will call.
And sometime, they may have to stop their grieving,
So they can answer new love after all.
Yes, everybody needs to find that someone,
Someone who loves them, oh so patiently.
And I believe that you can find that someone,
Someone who'll love you like you used to be.
And since I know you've got to find it somehow,
And someone's who I am so don't you see.
I hope sometime you'll find your new love somewhere,
For somewhere's where you know I'll always be.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Sorry
Some are 'sorry' creatures.
They use that word so well;
I bet you've heard it often,
On this they dare not dwell.
For if they took a moment,
To count the 'sorry' toll;
They'd be so disconcerted,
And frightened for their soul.
They choose to just ignore it.
As they do all those things;
They did to force its usage,
And from which, 'sorry' springs.
They much prefer a falsehood,
Born dead of cold disdain.
That 'sorry' will absolve them,
From having to explain.
But God will not hold friendly,
The souls who take this course.
Repeated crimes of passion
Make meaningless its force.
It's time you heed this calling.
I'll say it one more time.
Repeated use of 'sorry'
Is lovings hidden crime.
It's not enough to say it,
And then just walk away.
God requires that love be healed,
Before it's held at bay.
'Sorry is as sorry does',
I bet you've heard before.
Pray you never see these words,
They're found on Hell's front door.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Spirit Love
Let's go down in the valley,
The place we used to go.
To walk among the blades of grass
And tumble to and fro.
Let's go to our special place,
You must remember still.
It's just beyond that old oak tree,
A little down the hill.
Let's go down to sing our songs
And hold each other tight.
We'll bring our souls together there
With kisses through the night.
Let's go down to give again
Our love so wild and free.
Although we know it's different now
For souls like you and me.
We spirits live forever
And all our love does too.
So join me as we walk in love
The earth that we once knew.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Stardust
She put stardust on my window.
Piercing love beams through my eyes.
She made rainbows of the raindrops,
Stardust colors in disguise..
She knew answers to the questions,
That have since departed me.
She knew reasons for my being,
When my reasons ceased to be.
She's the one that was outstanding,
When I faltered just a bit.
She's the image through my vision,
And the mold to which I fit.
I shall surely find another
To replace this love I miss.
And I'll know her by the stardust
In my eyes each time we kiss.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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