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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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The Black Things
Please don't forget the Black Things.
They're with you where you go.
And always just beyond you.
The next mistake, you know.
It may not be your doing.
Sometimes, his judgement fails.
For always there'll be damage;
When man, forgets details.
But often, its your doing.
A fatal choice of deed.
That short term lapse of judgement,
That Black Things surely need.
They come upon you quickly.
Sometimes, out of the blue.
Though if you saw them coming,
There's little you could do.
As certain as the nighttime.
Gives way for every day;
I'll bet you see a Black Thing,
Appear to you someday.
These things you must not question.
The things that should not be.
These things that make you human.
They're all Black Things you see.
So if you see a Black Thing,
And its standing next to you;
Remember its of all such things,
The one that's tried and true.
But here, though you can't kill it.
You may keep it at bay.
Just by telling someone,
You love them, everyday.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Four By One Relay
I bet you don't remember.
Their names are lost in yore.
Most don't know they lived at all,
The girls that I adore.
Forgotten, I endeavor,
To put their names in rhyme.
So they shall be remembered
Forever, from this time.
It's not so hard recalling
The tears I shed that day,
As they swam against a tide
The Germans sent their way.
It wasn't fair to ask them
To do what they'd not done.
Swim their fastest times of all,
The same for every one.
So it was for each in turn
Against the steroid tide.
Each girl forced to walk the plank,
They had no place to hide.
Kim went first, then Wendy swam,
And each girl did her best.
Both girls swam their fastest time.
But still, they couldn't rest.
In went Jill, then Shirley too,
And both swam faster still.
All the girls gave all they had,
As champions always will.
So when the race was over,
The steroid time was there.
They broke their own world record
But really didn't care.
On the board for all to see,
A time I won't forget.
The U. S. girls amazed them,
A new world record set.
All cheered for Kim and Wendy,
Both Jill and Shirley too.
Those who swam their fastest times.
Their names, I list for you.
I don't think you'll forget them.
You can't just write them off.
It's Peyton, Boglioli,
And Sterkel, Babashoff.
When they stood on the platform,
I wonder how they felt?
The Gods of Mount Olympus,
Most surely must have knelt.
It's sad most have forgotten,
Much to our nation's shame;
The deed that they accomplished,
Much less each Damsel's name.
But now you know their story,
Though written long ago.
The Montreal Olympics,
The German's tainted show.
It makes it much more cherished,
The gold they won that day.
I wonder where they are now,
The four by one relay?
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 Lord Of All Illusions
The love that fate, in humor,
May grant a younger heart.
Will keep it pure and wholesome,
Though It's been torn apart.
As lost loves still engender
A pain at every turn.
A short term loss of memory
Is but their least concern.
But pleasure, ever present,
As all young lovers know;
When vested in such virgins,
Maintains an afterglow.
And built on firm illusions,
Young lovers, may, in vain;
Find mercy in believing,
Their love may live again.
So easily rekindled,
It only takes a spark.
Ignited by a kind word,
Into a flaming arc.
I caution every lover,
Don't be deceived by this.
It's only an illusion,
And one you should dismiss.
The myth words, here, are written.
A wisdom, best ignored.
The lord of all illusions,
'Lost love, can be restored '.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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