Biography of GREENWOLFE 1962
I was inspired to write poetry after seeing the movie 'Dr. Zhivago', I wrote my first poem in 1970. Influenced by the poetry of William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, and Edgar Allan Poe; I am one of the few writers in the era of modern poetry who writes in the form I call 'rhythm and rhyme'.
After waiting more than 30 years for 'THE GIFT' of
poetry to arrive, I sat down at the age of 54 and
wrote for the first time with the ability to say
what I wished to say in the way I had long wished
to say it. In the next 18 months or so I wrote
nearly 180 poems.
Today, I am still an unknown and may be called 'an emerging poet' but my style is not new to the readers of poetry. This gives me a natural following among the readers of poetry. I hope and believe it will grow as more readers are exposed to this particular popular style.
I write my poetry to please the readers in every way.
I write to entertain, to inform, and to emotionally
involve the reader in the experience of love and life
in all its aspects. And I try to do this in a way
that makes the reading of my words enjoyable for all.
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GREENWOLFE 1962's Works:
Pleasure and Pain
GREENWOLFE 1962 Poems
Each time the day is new.
I thank the Lord that you were born,
As I'll die loving you.
No matter size or scope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.
When darkness overcomes.
A friend to hold you closer
When distant thunder drums.
By every creed in turn,
Acceptance is the costliest
Mankind has had to learn.
A place I had not been before.
I heard the sweet choir of Heaven,
Sing praise to the Lord evermore.
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?