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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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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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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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Harmony II (The Fourth True Love)
Yes, it shall be remembered,
Long after we are gone;
How much I loved her truly,
Till we were called upon.
Called upon to leave this world
Of doomed love now and then.
Bound for certain destinies,
Perhaps, to meet again.
If it's true, then in your time,
While you are here below;
The truth of love eternal,
Both she and I will know.
So here's a clue to guide you,
To love beyond your days.
The truth is, love eternal;
Is formed in many ways.
The first, is just by friendship.
The second, joys unbound.
The third, is inner beauty;
The one that I had found.
There is a fourth to cherish,
Though it's quite rare you see.
The one that's formed in Heaven.
The one called, Harmony.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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When You Tell The Truth
I'm sorry if I doubt it,
Your plan to tell the truth.
I hear you might try charging.
Perhaps, set up a booth.
If you do I'll surely pay
To witness how it goes.
Truth, when coming from your mouth;
I wonder if it glows.
At that time, I'll surely see
The consequence it brings.
You with angels at your side
And other wondrous things.
Pigs in flight around the town.
Blue moons seen everywhere.
And unicorns and mermaids
Just lounging here and there.
A pot of gold and rainbows
Near Santa's magic sleigh.
Aliens from outer space
Would surely come that day.
I wouldn't miss the marriage
Of Hillary and Starr.
A Twiggy, Oprah Winfrey.
Bill Gates, a movie star.
Yes, I surely doubt it all
Could ever come to pass.
If it did, I'm sure the Gods
Would celebrate en masse.
And I would stand among them
In lipstick and a thong,
Prompting them to join me in
A hot tub sing-a-long.
Wonders would not cease, you see.
In fact, the truth would die.
For when it passes by your lips,
It then becomes a lie.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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