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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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The Core Of Love
Well guys , I guess it never ends .
She says she wants to be just friends .
Just why do they like torture so ?
It might just be , they do not know .
For if they knew , they'd never say
The words I heard from her this day .
I'm sure you've heard these same words too .
The ones they hope won't make us blue .
The alternate , I must confess .
Sure chills me more , and hurts no less .
That girls still look to stars above .
Though it's not there , the core of love .
I'm sure you guys will all agree .
The time has come for girls to see ;
What they might know, but can't recall .
That love is friendship after all .
Whatever else I say or do ,
This message must somehow get through .
We'd much prefer a painful end ,
To endless torture by a friend .
When damsels ask to be our friend ,
In hopes our yearning love might end .
It just can't be , as we're so sure
It's friendship that makes love so pure .
To ladies , now I've let you know .
Just one more thing before I go .
Withold these words , and if you care ;
Please tell the truth , it's just and fair .
And tell us what you know is true .
There is no hope in loving you .
Accept , with love , you'll lose a friend .
The core of love's essential blend .
Now that's the way , it seems to me ,
To do this thing more easily .
For love's not such a fleeting thing ,
As friendship binds and makes it cling .
So that is why , you must now know .
We fellows yearn to love you so .
We've found in you a cherished friend .
The core of love , that cannot end .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Core Of Sin
When I asked you for the dance ,
You know I took a monster chance .
Then you said you surely would ,
And I was pleased you understood .
Then we slowly , took the floor .
And all I thought was , just one more .
As I held you in my arms ,
I closed my eyes and saw your charms .
All I heard was music play .
And as I felt your body sway ,
Dreamed the dreams of all young boys .
Of such fine things are livings joys .
As the music ceased to play ,
I stopped our dance and stepped away .
As I did , I felt his hand .
Then all dreamed castles turned to sand .
There they were , your hands for fun .
A strange, sad dance, is two plus one .
Then I looked in your bright eyes ,
To wonder at your warm disguise .
As you smiled your mask away ,
And kept your silence of such play ;
I resigned to be a sport ,
And only gave a plain retort .
Smiling , I just walked away .
For there was not much else to say .
Until now I've held my peace ,
But now I write this sad release .
What you did in wretchedness ;
Hurt oh so much , and shamed no less .
Now I've got to say this prayer .
'May God forgive , what happened there !
May you come to Him and ask
That He forgive your shameful mask .'
Such disguise can do no more
Than lead a soul to Hell's front door .
And I'll say just one more word .
The one I hope to God , He heard .
'Love' , is all I ask He do .
No torture then , for such as you .
Just reminders at each turn .
The spread of pain is His concern .
Suffering is always felt
Deep in the soul , where love has dwelt .
Just because they never fell ;
It doesn't mean , they never well .
All welled tears portray such pain .
And damns the souls who made them rain .
So I write , out of such blue ;
To let you know , I spoke for you .
Your redemption , now awaits .
May you avoid , the other fates !
If you don't ; then as you may
In Hell , remember it , this way .
You did Satan's work back then .
You tortured love , the core of sin .
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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The Girl Who Didn't Mind
Her grip was firm, her muscles taut,
As she held onto the chain.
I tried to look the other way,
As I stood in the lane.
But I was mesmerized instead,
By her every swing and sway.
I still recall the way she looked,
That sweet, bright summer's day.
She must have thought she was alone,
Though I really didn't know.
Sometimes girls just like to,
As they say, put on a show.
Her hair flew back and trailed behind,
Then curled around her face.
She didn't seem to mind at all,
It settled every place.
They dangled up and dangled down,
As she rocked them to and fro.
I guess she really didn't mind,
How much her legs would show.
She wore a yellow dress with lace,
But I really didn't care.
I was just a boy back then,
So lucky to be there.
Her dress blew up her slender back
To reveal her every charm.
I guess I shouldn't then have looked,
But I thought, what's the harm?
She sang a gentle song of joy,
As girls will sometimes do;
When they are lost in dreams of love,
Of boys they never knew.
I looked again to see what more
She might reveal this time.
The swing came back and once again,
I guess it was a crime.
I smiled, and then I turned away,
Though I might have looked some more;
For I had seen them all that day,
The charms young boys adore.
I went to see her one more time,
Was just the other day.
It was good to notice once again,
Her beauty on display.
I just went by to give my thanks
For her gift of all her charms.
And then I gently placed a rose
Across her folded arms.
I still don't know just why she did,
She really must have known.
Perhaps it was her private game,
Pretending she's alone.
However strange it came to be,
She knew what not to wear.
I guess she may have hoped some boy
Might just be standing there.
But even if she didn't know,
I thought it oh so kind;
For her to be just as she was,
The girl, who didn't mind.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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