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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Owls, Werewolves, and Victims
The owl waits and watches,
Oh patiently.
Waiting for werewolves,
Victims to see.
Into the nighttime,
So harmlessly.
Knowing I'm coming,
Waiting for me.
The owl ponders questions,
So quietly.
Knowing no answers,
What could they be?
Late in the nighttime,
So silently.
Here I come seeking
One just like me.
The owl sees me coming,
Oh, carelessly.
Wish I'd come sooner,
Where's Rosalie?
Into the darkness,
So purposely,
Hoping to see her,
Waiting for me.
The owl waits and wonders,
So hopefully.
Looking for Heaven,
Where could it be?
Late in the darkness,
So solemnly.
Victims of werewolves,
People like me.
This is the only poem I have posted from which
a reader may draw more than one interpretation.
I normally, do not write such poems; but I was
in a very good mood and I chose this way of
having fun. There is a meaning intended by me.
However, it is written in such a way, that the
meaning I intended has been overwhelmed by
the various interpretations. Have fun!
Given the fact that the readers have been able to
find those various and unique interpretations I spoke
of in this poem, I have placed it in my Hall Of Fame.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Poem Of A Lifetime
I hope it's spring that I'll first see
The naked light of day,
When God may grant me one more life
To wash my sins away.
And pray, I do, my first few years
Are filled with love and care.
And hope, I do, my mom and dad
Will always be right there.
I wish that when I come to be
A teenage soul again,
I hope that I may find someone
To someday be my friend.
And when I get to be grown up,
A woman, or a man;
I hope to love each one as much
As any other can.
And then if I, when older still,
Find fortune and/or fame;
I pray that I shall not forget
When friends might call my name.
And if, by chance, the winds of life
Bring sorrows to my door;
I hope that I'll not turn from Him
As I have done before.
It's then, when I have lived enough
To know His name to call;
I may just come to see my life
As worthwhile after all.
And just before I make my way
To that celestial shore;
I hope that God will say, 'Enough,
You shall return no more.'
GREENWOLFE 1962
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The Girl With Sparkling Eyes
I made a mark beside her name,
Just trying to keep score.
If she keeps talking on, I thought,
She'll earn herself some more.
The teacher came into the room
And then they all piped down.
'Alright, ' she said, 'who talked in class? '
'Who thinks that they're a clown.'
I calmly looked around and smiled,
Expecting to get by.
I thought that since I didn't talk,
I didn't have to lie.
But then the teacher locked on me,
Mistaking my wry smile
For being just a clown in class
And laughing all the while.
'Alright, Greenwolfe, you best stand up, '
She said, as I recall.
And then she grabbed her wooden board
And stood so proud and tall.
She motioned me to come up front
And as I slowly came.
I thought I heard a girl speak out,
'Oh, but what a shame.'
I glanced a look, and then I saw
What made my anger flame.
She sure enjoyed this spectacle,
The girl without a name.
Another girl spoke up and said,
'Another bitch who lies.'
I wondered why she cared so much,
The girl with sparkling eyes.
I hadn't seen her sparkling eyes
Before that fateful day.
Perhaps I was too much a boy
To notice anyway.
When I finally took my spot
Before the teacher's board.
I whispered in the teachers ear,
Sincerely I implored.
The teacher stopped to look at me
With ne'er a blinking eye.
Then said, ' Wait here, and I will see
If you have told a lie.'
She briskly walked back to my desk
And looked at my notebook.
Then slowly she came walking back
With a knowing, special look.
She asked me to explain my code,
I said it was a grid.
The others there were mystified
By everything she did.
'Oh yes, ' she said, ' I understand,
And these are for today? '
And I replied they surely were,
'These boxes are in play.'
The teacher said, ' Alright Greenwolfe,
You may take your seat.'
The teacher rose and took her board,
She never was discreet.
About the time I reached my seat
I heard a plaintive wail.
I turned to look and then I saw
The talker in travail.
The teacher had her by the ear,
I only saw her back.
But I knew well what was to come,
And waited for the whack.
I must say that she struggled well
As devils often do.
But as us fellows know for sure,
There's nothing you can do.
Before too long the board prevailed
And justice, then was done.
I guess I can't remember when
I ever had such fun.
But there's one thing I do recall
And now I recognize.
Twas then, that I first came to love
The girl with sparkling eyes.
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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