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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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The Wondrous Joy Of Love
The only things of value
Contained in God's array,
Are found in those few moments
When love is on display.
The precious little seconds
When lovers realize
The joy and satisfaction
They see in each ones eyes.
The words that pass in whispers,
That shiver down the spine,
The yearning for each other
That seems almost divine.
It's when such moments linger,
Those moments of romance;
That all life finds its value
In just one loving glance.
We all dream of such moments.
Why then, are they so rare?
It seems we'd rather harbor love,
Than spread it here and there.
We've shed our tears of sorrow.
What's left are those of joy.
A strategy of loving
Is what we should employ.
Hug the ones you cherish,
Just kiss and hold them tight.
Do what you have yet to do,
But always thought you might.
Remember, lifetimes numbers
Are found on every crown.
I wonder why you're waiting,
The rain is pouring down.
And if you have nobody,
Don't make this poor excuse.
Just ask, and you'll find someone
Prepared to set love loose.
All souls should be companioned.
Two hearts should beat as one.
Two lips should feel the passion
Of kisses, every one.
Four eyes should see the beauty.
Four hands should gently feel.
And tears of joy, when falling;
Is love, both true and real.
For each of us, though strangers,
Still seek love as our goal.
As God wished His creations
To join as just one soul.
However you may find it,
No matter for how long,
There is no love created
By two that can be wrong.
So have as your endeavor,
His calling from above.
The spread of God's creation.
The Wondrous Joy Of Love.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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This Is Beauty
Through the daisies in the sunlight
Peeps a young maiden dressed in white.
Gently stroking grass and petals.
Patiently she yawns and settles.
Hearing frogs, bird songs, and crickets;
Rising, running through the thickets.
Darting home, this blue-eyed rover
Grasping just a single clover.
Cherished, all of this in story.
All such maidens, nature's glory.
Damsel's deeds discounted duty.
Valued here, for this is beauty.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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This Little Thing I Do
I don't know why I came to see
The girl that I once knew.
Except to say she might approve
This little thing I do.
She never cared that much for me.
But this I can forgive.
For I expect she knew my thoughts
On how she chose to live.
She knew I cared enough for her
To leave her to her life.
Though she once said she'd not consent
To be a loving wife.
And so I came this special day
As I have come before.
When she requires my services;
Each time, she hurts me more.
Why I let her torture me
Is anybody's guess.
So I have come, for I still care,
Expecting nothing less.
But this may be the final time.
She doesn't look so well.
I fear she'll find the afterlife
A bitter place to dwell.
Now, you may think it harsh to say
What I have said of her.
But all I've done is tell the truth,
So why should I defer?
And as I've said of her before,
I love her as she is.
I pray she'll find the answer soon,
To lifetime's lonely quiz.
For though she never found true love
While searching every place.
She might just look inside my heart,
When we come face to face.
Perhaps that's why I came to see
The girl that I once knew,
Hoping that she may approve
This little thing I do.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Thoughts Of You
If you ever dared to ask me
If I always thought of you.
I would surely be embarrassed,
To reply, 'Tis not so true'.
There are days and weeks a plenty
When I go my common way.
When no thoughts of you or true love
Ever brighten up my day.
And you'd seldom see the teardrops
On the days I yearn for you.
For I've come to some agreement
On how much I'll shed them too.
But there always are those moments,
In the past and yet to come;
When the fates In making mischief,
Surely have, and shall make some.
That is when of course I see you
As you are when passing by.
Or see you as you used to be,
In my dreams of you and I.
Then to balance off these pleasures
There must be a price to pay,
When reminded we are mortal
And we're sure to die one day.
So it is with me this morning
As I sit alone in fear.
And I know that you're enduring
This alone, without me near.
Will I ever get to see you?
Once again, I feel them fall.
Have I ever said I love you
So you'd know my heart at all? .
As of now I've thoughts a plenty.
And it seems I'm bound to say;
That in times like this of grieving,
How do I get through each day?
Is it true I've spent a moment,
Even one my whole life through;
When I never shed a teardrop,
And I felt no love for you?
It must be, however painful,
To admit on days like this;
There are times when thoughts of living,
Do block out the loves we miss.
But I choose to take this moment
Just to say what's just as true.
That right now, I've thoughts a plenty.
And each one, is loving you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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