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.
For those who wish to learn more about me, they may do so by simply typing my name on their web search 
engine. Type Greenwolfe (open space)  1962. This will
give you a host of options. Including fans, blogs, and my space and others.                
                When  I  wake  in  early  morn, 
Each  time  the  day  is  new.
I  thank  the  Lord  that  you  were  born, 
As  I'll  die  loving  you.
                
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                A  friend  to  light  a  candle
When  darkness  overcomes.
A  friend  to  hold  you  closer
When  distant  thunder  drums.
                
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                In  all  worthwhile  endeavors, 
No  matter  size  or  scope.
It  shall  either  have  a  life, 
Or  die,  a  thing  called  hope.
                
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                Of  all  the  lessons  learned  in  life
By  every  creed  in  turn, 
Acceptance  is  the  costliest  
Mankind  has  had  to  learn.
                
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                I   sat   in   a   circle   of   angels.
A   place   I   had   not   been   before.
I   heard   the   sweet   choir   of   Heaven, 
Sing   praise   to   the   Lord   evermore.
                
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