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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Love's Disguise
I saw it once again today ,
I laughed at it's disguise .
It always thinks to hide itself ,
As if I don't have eyes .
It came to me with joy and mirth ,
In hopes I'd laugh all day .
So when it came to be itself ,
I might not look its way .
But I was keen , as I have been
Lo all these many years .
To see it just for what it is ,
Whenever love appears .
And so I saw with my own eyes ,
The sign of love so true ;
The warmth and care between two souls ,
Made into one , brand new .
So , though it tries to hide itself ,
It now should be quite clear ;
I'll always see it as it is ,
Each time it may appear .
And to the couple , those whose love ,
I saw with my own eyes ;
I know they'll stay just as they are ,
Two souls in love's disguise .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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November Love (My First Poem) (Two Versions)
Below, you will see two versions of my very first poem.
Its important to understand that the first version of the poem
is exactly as I wrote it at 6: 15 to 6: 30 PM on November 2nd
1970. I made no changes to it. It is also important to know
that this was, in fact, my first ever attempt to write a poem
of any kind whatsoever. The second version is modified from
the first because I wanted to demonstrate how a few simple
word changes can convert a rather average poem of some
quality into a poem of great quality and structure.
In early November the air is clear
With many sounds of lovers near.
Not as the April birds that sing
Nor as the Sunday church bells ring.
But rather to the rhythm of rain,
The hearts of lovers beat again.
For it's not true love that blooms in spring
Nor is it of love that birds do sing.
Rather of that love soon gone
And never seems to carry on.
That April love that all partake,
But very few ever make.
It's all year long this false love swells
Till in November true love dwells.
In November the air is clear
With many sounds of lovers near.
Not as the April birds that sing
Nor as the Sunday church bells ring.
Rather to the rhythm of rain,
The hearts of lovers beat again.
It's not true love that blooms in spring.
Nor is it love, that birds will sing.
But rather of that love soon gone
Which never seems to carry on.
That April love that all partake
And very few will ever make.
It's all year long this false love swells
Till in November, true love dwells.
I have removed the voting option on this poem
and placed it in my Hall Of Fame, due to its
history described above and its usefulness as
an example to the readers.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Friend (The Valentine's Day Poem)
A friend to light a candle
When darkness overcomes.
A friend to hold you closer
When distant thunder drums.
A friend to gently tie you
When sirens sing your name.
A friend with words to soothe you
When life's a losing game.
A friend to cool your passions
When passions take their hold.
A friend to warm you gently
When a frozen heart's too cold.
A friend to spread contentment
As seasons wax and wane,
Make sense of love's confusion,
And bear life's grief and pain.
A friend who knows this season
Of love; both yours and mine.
A friend, another reason,
To send this Valentine.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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A Life Without Joy
I think I'm going to make it through ,
It's been so long you see ;
There's much more life behind me now
Than out in front of me .
There was a time , when not so sure ;
I thought to end it then .
I didn't see how one could live
Without much joy and win .
But I found out you can endure
Without a special one .
And after all , it must be said ;
Of fate , what's done is done .
And so I choose to carry on
With life and burdens bore .
I hope if I can carry these ,
God may not give me more .
But if He did , I hope He'd grant ,
My just one simple plea ;
To end my life with one great love
Who'd bring great joy to me .
So now I'm near the end of life ,
My joyless days near done .
I'd lie if I would dare to say ,
I never did have fun .
But what is true , and that's the rub ,
Of life , don't you agree ;
Is love is really what's required ,
For joy to be set free ?
So on it is with what remains ,
I hope , not very long ;
Of life , perhaps to know great love ,
If it should come along .
And as I go my separate way ,
I'll not begrudge their joy ;
If others feel what I once felt ,
When I was just a boy .
Instead I'll smile and just recall
The joy I felt back then .
And know that I'll feel soon enough
Love's wondrous joy again .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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