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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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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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The One I Never Knew
You kissed my knee so softly then
And pressed it to your breast.
And then you turned your head to me
And laid it there to rest.
You took your hand and squeezed my thigh
And closed your eyes to smile.
I was so glad to have you there,
To hold me for awhile.
As I sat perched in the window
And you stood at my side,
I realized it was a dream
And you were not my bride.
Awakened from another dream
As I am every day.
I just turned to rise in sorrow
For dreams that go away.
I endure my days in sadness
And bottle up my tears.
I store them for the evenings,
Though some I've held for years.
But I still know the night will come
When all my dreams come true.
And I will see you once again,
The one I never knew.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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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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88.
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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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