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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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The Time You Held Me Near
Last night it came in segments ,
A triplet wonder chain .
Three stories of our meeting
And talking once again .
The first , involved a lesson
That you might give to me .
On how to play it better ;
A tennis match , you see .
The second , was of pulling
A thorn out of your arm .
You didn't scream or holler ,
Consistent with your charm .
The third , more complicated .
A story of a loss .
You came to me for comfort ,
A tale I might emboss .
It seemed the home you cherished
Was all but falling down .
You said you had to leave it ,
And might move out of town .
I put my arm around you .
It seemed to be so real .
I know how losing something
Is hurt you can't conceal .
We walked together slowly ,
And closely hand in hand .
For holding you so gently ;
Is love , you understand .
We talked in gentle whispers
So close the words were clear .
I can't recall I ever
Had held you oh so near .
You seemed to want to be there .
You didn't pull away .
It struck me , you responding
And wanting me this way .
Twas then I knew the answer ,
The source of every tear .
The pain that comes from knowing
You never held me near .
But this was what I live for ,
A pleasant dream of you .
It doesn't happen often ,
So this is what I'll do .
I'll take my pen and write it ,
So it won't disappear .
This dream I dearly cherish ,
The Time You Held Me Near .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Warrior Swan
Born a Virgin Diplomat
To die a Warrior Swan.
Most of them just didn't fit,
The guises I put on.
I wished for all life's colors.
Broad purple, pink, and green.
Most of them, long since turned grey.
The rest, I've never seen.
I lost it all quite early,
As was to be my fate.
But as a fan of romance,
I never chose to wait.
I did escape, and often.
But never flew away.
I hoped to see the colors.
Perhaps, by chance, someday.
That's why I've come full circle.
Who knows what track I'm on?
Journeys once of many days,
Now end before the dawn.
Whatever thoughts may plague me,
I've wings to fly away.
A quiver full of arrows,
To pen mark every day.
With much to write, and often.
And less to dwell upon;
I have not missed my calling,
To be a Warrior Swan.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Waste Love
Don't be afraid to turn me down.
It never has been free.
And I'm prepared to pay the price,
The cost of loving thee.
Rejections are the common dues,
The fees for what I do.
Finding souls who I can love,
And losing ones like you.
Though most lost loves just walk away,
As often as it's done;
I much prefer rejection's sting.
So please, just turn and run.
And don't leave out the parting words,
The ones some always fear.
The ones, somehow devoid of truth;
Which make it oh so clear.
The best of all these parting words,
That I am just a 'bore'.
Is just so bland and insincere,
It's easy to ignore.
And don't forget the crucial thing
So valued here on earth.
The note that says someday I'll find
The girl who knows my worth.
These truly are such mirthful words
I'm bound to go away,
Joyful and content again.
To die, once more, this way.
You know, of course, just who she is.
The one around the bend.
The one that's waiting just for me.
The one that God will send.
The one, that could be anyone.
Just anyone, but you.
The one for whom I yearn this day,
For whom my love is true.
Yes anyone but who you are,
Is suited just for me.
It's only those I've never loved;
Who love me, don't you see.
This, of course, is what you mean.
And that's what brings me joy.
The myraid of reasoned words
Girls use to dump a boy.
So go ahead and turn me down,
Reject my love so true.
I have so much stored up you see;
Waste love, is what I do.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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When Crystal Hearts Are Broken
When crystal hearts are broken
You cannot make repair .
The warmth and love you cherished
Turns then , to cold despair .
Its pieces of love shattered ;
Though small , shall sparkle still .
So gather them as treasures
And keep them , if you will .
For crystal hearts when broken ;
Though shattered and no more ,
Are treasured for their beauty
Displayed to you before .
The pieces , just remember ,
Though sometimes hid away ;
Still sparkle like a treasure
When they're put on display .
The world should see such treasures
Because they're oh so rare .
Crystal hearts add value
To lives of cold despair .
And crystal , when it sparkles
In whole , or just in part ;
Still is , of all its vessels ,
True love's most favored heart .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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