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- I have been writing poetry off and on since 1970 . But it was not until MAY 5th of 2005 that I received "The Gift Of Poetry" that
has allowed me to write more than 150 poems . Since then , I have
met many wonderful poets and read many poems . I do not write
much anymore because I have no particular inspirations at this time .
When I do , I will write . I never force a poem . The poems must come
to me . ----------------------- GREENWOLFE 1962
- Poem #1
- A Simple Plea
Now on the shore I stand by thee
As we stare lonely out to sea .
We know ourselves , or say we do ,
Though time has said we never knew .
We cannot speak and say so much ,
We dare not cry , yet long to touch .
And though we stare , we cannot see .
Time and memories block the sea .
We hold ourselves , it's not the same .
The wind is colder since we came .
We turn our heads as though to speak ,
But pride is strong and words are weak .
Now we strain for a simple plea ;
'No matter what , I still love thee .'
GREENWOLFE 1962
- Poem #2
- An Angel Flight
Not long ago I saw her ,
As in her younger days .
She sat upon the fresh green grass
As I could only gaze .
She clasped her hands together
As they rocked to and fro ,
The whitest things I ever saw;
Her angel wings , you know .
Gleaming with her smiling eyes ,
A look I so adore .
In doing so , she warmed my heart .
The way she did before .
She spoke not a single word .
Nor did I wish her to .
For she was , well , just as she was ;
The girl I'd loved so true .
Placing them upon the grass,
And patting it with care ,
Her hands sure meant for me to come
And take my place right there .
Seeing how I looked at her ,
She gave a pleasant sigh .
Then shook her head and smiled again ,
This apple of my eye .
Sitting there , she kissed my cheek
And my heart skipped a beat .
Just as it had before , when I
Had placed it at her feet .
Then she stood, and I got up
As if I had no weight .
I don't believe on earth we feel
A love so warm and great .
Slowly , as we left the ground ,
Her wings spread left and right .
I somehow threw away the fears
I always had of flight .
Firmly now , in her embrace ,
We up and flew away .
Whatever doubts or fears I had ,
Just disappeared that day .
As we drifted on the breeze
That blows through Heaven's skies;
I doubt if you have known such joy,
Or seen such through your eyes .
We flew not so far away,
But just around the bend .
I guess she knew that this was not
The day my life would end .
When she flew me back to earth ,
I guess it took awhile ;
For me to speak and voice my thanks
To her , and it , her smile .
Then it happened once again ,
The thing that angels do .
She promised to return someday ,
The day my life is through .
As she spread her wings again
And gently left in mirth ,
I wondered at this girl I'd known
And loved so much , on earth
GREENWOLFE 1962
- Poem #3
- Darling Of The Woodland
She's the darling of the woodland,
And I seek her endlessly.
In the mountains fields and meadows,
Searching every bush and tree.
A forgotten nature's angel
Sent from Heaven's land on high.
Just to charm the modern woodsman
And the birds when passing by.
I see flashes of her image
Just before I turn my head.
When I look, I then see nothing.
Only gold, and green, and red.
With its bright array of flowers
Peeping through its stand of trees,
In what portion of this kingdom
Does she drift on nature's breeze?
While I cherish every moment
In my search for nature's charm,
I have failed to calm her senses
And assuage her quick alarm.
If I find her, I will tell her;
There should be no fear of me.
For I only want to see her
As she is, or wished to be.
Just a darling of the woodland,
And my fairy tale so true.
Giving birth to my illusion;
That she might, by chance, be you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
- Poem #4
- When I Stood By The Sea (A Tribute to Poe and Annabel Lee)
Twas once upon a time I stood
Nearby the sounding sea.
By the man, who loved the maiden.
Beautiful, Annabel Lee.
As he spoke then, my sorrow welled.
And likewise did the sea.
It seemed that even Neptune sighed.
And welled; wept both wind and lee.
And that was well, for each of us
Now yearned and wept as three.
For all the maidens men have loved
In such kingdoms by the sea.
And so that evening as I stood;
Just Neptune, Poe, and me.
I spied a spirit maiden wrapped
In a gown blown loose and free.
The spectre heard our mournful wail
Like sirens by the sea.
And drifted by and wondered at
Such sad, sorrowed souls as we.
He looked, and then Poe saw her eyes.
As Neptune did, and me.
The same he saw so long ago
In a kingdom by the sea.
He stretched his arms, and she stretched hers;
As Neptune's arms gripped me.
And as we cried, she took him up.
Both then, as if one, you see.
Then Neptune's trident pointed out
The way for Poe and she.
And those three drifted up and off
This cliff, by the sounding sea.
The last I saw, as I stood still
And felt the wind blow free;
The maiden that Poe dearly loved
From that kingdom by the sea.
She turned her head and cast her eyes
And smiled a smile at me.
Twas then I knew, she'd take me too;
This soul, called Annabel Lee.
I wanted the poem to create the same atmosphere that existed in Annabel Lee. The comments of readers have said as much.
Therefore, having achieved this goal, there is no further value or honor which may be bestowed upon this poem.
This poem is now a member of my Hall of Fame.
GREENWOLFE 1962
- Poem #5
- Who'll Be There?
Who'll be there to hold my hand?
Who'll be standing by?
Will any shed a tear for me
As I prepare to die?
Who'll be there to pray for me?
Who'll be there to sing?
And who'll be there to kiss my cheek
If I go in the spring?
Who can say these things for sure?
Guess I should not care.
I wouldn't if I knew my love
Was certain to be there.
So as the day draws closer,
Guess I'll dare to deign
To ask if she would care to come
And see me once again.
Should she come, I'm sure to leave,
Calm, without a care.
Joyful for all of those who came,
No matter who'll be there.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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BEWARE OF THE POETRY CIRCLE SITE
I am writing this to all those who believe that poetry belongs to all mankind .
Its possesion does not lie in the hands of a few who believe that judgements
may be made about the quality of any poem by an individual or any group of
individuals . Such is the case with a poetry site known as The Poetry Circle .
Their belief that such judgements may be made is even more questionable
by their added belief that they are the ones who may make them . This is
made manifest by the presence on that site o… Continue
Its possesion does not lie in the hands of a few who believe that judgements
may be made about the quality of any poem by an individual or any group of
individuals . Such is the case with a poetry site known as The Poetry Circle .
Their belief that such judgements may be made is even more questionable
by their added belief that they are the ones who may make them . This is
made manifest by the presence on that site o… Continue
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Also, I don't think your poetry is naive at all: I assume people say that because it rhymes. I don't agree with the modern notion that 'sophisticated' poetry must be in free verse. My poetry usually uses traditional forms, too--the reason for this is that it is so much more pleasant to read. Poetry is supposed to be musical.
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Eva
You also inspire me deeply...and it was your writing that drew me to you.
Thank you so much for your comments once more, I do sincerly appreciate them. It means a great deal to me...
I look forward for your friendship as also in reading more of what you pen...
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