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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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A Laptop Universe
'Gee, you're looking good today'.
I said as I looked down.
He winked a bit and slightly smiled,
But never made a sound.
'Yes, you're looking good today '.
I said in joyful cheer.
I would have hugged him oh so tight,
Could I have held him near.
He was there, just as he was,
Sure all there was of him.
A silent head, without a form.
A tech, in charge of them.
The wires and plugs that kept alive
The head of my best friend.
So he could live another day,
of life, that may not end.
The table there on which it lay,
A laptop universe.
Sadly holding this display.
How could a fate be worse?
They'd made for him a phony form,
Just as he once had been.
They sure need a place called Hell,
To put these _______s in.
I pressed a tab on his display
And he soon came alive.
What ere it was, it seemed as though,
He had a good hard drive.
I heard his voice as it had been.
Amazing, what they do!
'My friend, I'm glad you came today.
I don't see much of you '.
I tried to smile, it must be him,
I thought there after all.
Science plays such tricks on us
So often in this hall.
He talked to me, I talked to him,
For just a little while.
I wonder at such things as this,
Our lives of endless guile.
I left the lab of tortured souls
And looked out at the stars.
Perhaps they did such things as this
Once long ago, on Mars.
I breathed the air, such as it was;
With all its smoke and grit
And prayed I'd be at peace someday
As just a part of it.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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When I Stood By The Sea (A Tribute to Poe and Annabel Lee)
Twas once upon a time I stood
Nearby the sounding sea.
By the man, who loved the maiden.
Beautiful, Annabel Lee.
As he spoke then, my sorrow welled.
And likewise did the sea.
It seemed that even Neptune sighed.
And welled; wept both wind and lee.
And that was well, for each of us
Now yearned and wept as three.
For all the maidens men have loved
In such kingdoms by the sea.
And so that evening as I stood;
Just Neptune, Poe, and me.
I spied a spirit maiden wrapped
In a gown blown loose and free.
The spectre heard our mournful wail
Like sirens by the sea.
And drifted by and wondered at
Such sad, sorrowed souls as we.
He looked, and then Poe saw her eyes.
As Neptune did, and me.
The same he saw so long ago
In a kingdom by the sea.
He stretched his arms, and she stretched hers;
As Neptune's arms gripped me.
And as we cried, she took him up.
Both then, as if one, you see.
Then Neptune's trident pointed out
The way for Poe and she.
And those three drifted up and off
This cliff, by the sounding sea.
The last I saw, as I stood still
And felt the wind blow free;
The maiden that Poe dearly loved
From that kingdom by the sea.
She turned her head and cast her eyes
And smiled a smile at me.
Twas then I knew, she'd take me too;
This soul, called Annabel Lee.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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I'll Die Loving You
When I wake in early morn,
Each time the day is new.
I thank the Lord that you were born,
As I'll die loving you.
As I sit alone and pray
And cling to love so true,
I'll hope to see you once today
As I'll die loving you.
When I see the stars at night,
I wonder if you do.
And hope they have us both in sight
As I'll die loving you.
When I take my final rest,
This day, if life is through;
I'll thank the Lord I lived so blessed
That I died loving you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Place Beside A River
There's a place beside a river
That you might know as well .
On the banks we call contentment
Near the place where lovers dwell .
It's not so far from Heaven .
Though it's not quite that , you see .
There must be a place for lonely
And their dreams that used to be .
It's a place to leave our sorrow .
And a place to not regret .
A place that gives us pleasure
In our sadness even yet .
Though our memories often linger
And our dreams may come and go ,
The place beside the river
Is a place that we should know .
So , if by chance , you see me there
In a memory or a dream .
You'll know I've found contentment
In the water of the stream .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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