Best Wolfman Poems
It's full moon
and he is feeling tense
angry
hopeless
and desperate
taking antidepressants
by fists
talking to his
psychiatrist
yelling to his
little kids
to his wife
and to the police
spending the weekend
in jail
howling
like a wounded beast...
pray
for this
poor Wolfman
born with shackles
on hands...
Yesterday, I did two things simultaneously (a red-letter day for me). I laughed at a comment from our poet, Gershon Wolf, whom we know for his sly wit and wisdom, and listened to a recording of the traditional folk ballad, Sovay, by the band Pentangle, popular in the 60's and 70's. This poem was written to that melody, but today when I read it, I'm using the melody of the Irish folk song, the Doffing Mistress. Hmm, I should add a chorus...
I looked at my inbox today,
just to see what folks might say,
and I saw, to my glad surprise,
my poem was seen by the wolfman's eyes.
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
Who is this wolfman? I must know -
he who leaves such a happy glow.
His observations, fun and games,
are always signed under comical names.
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
One thing that's plain to see,
on politics, we won't always agree,
but he reminds me all the while,
it's important to keep a smile.
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
Do you also check your inbox
for words from that crafty wolf or fox,
or look to see if it contains
jokes from the man of a thousand names?
Wolfy, right fol ra, Wolfy, right fol ree
A car door opens
her long shapely leg steps first
this is love or lust
The heart beat flutters
he watches each moves she makes
deep within he sighs
Which move shall he make
I am so sorry Wolfman
this tail is taken
Her name is Molly
she does tricks for her master
rolls over and sits
Edward J Ebbs
Inspired by a Contest, Wolfman Falls In Love
Soon the sun will set and the moon will rise.
Stay safe and stay here or he will find you.
Sleek silver hunter with red rabid eyes
The sun starts to set. The moon starts to rise.
He growls lupine rage. This predator spies
his victim, alone. He leaps straight and true.
The sun disappears. The moon is your eyes.
Stay safe and stay here or he will find you.
Sitting by his burned fire logs red embers glow and morph into visual stimulus.
Wolfman is sated on venison and has meat hung for jerky in his log home.
Wolfman is pleased with his skill in hunting and survival in the wilderness.
If his buddies could see him now....what they must think?!
Nightfall was here,
The reward for his habitual labor was well on its way,
Storming through borders,
Invading backwards cities,
Collecting pieces and parts,
Digesting human heart.
Suddenly his hot lit eyes,
Spotted an unusual sight,
Her reflection off the quiet lake,
Stifled his appetite,
His nostrils flared exposing smoke,
For autumn’s chill consumed his cloak,
He swept across the trees,
Causing her to feel an abrupt breeze,
She looked around, but noone was there
She knew a presence had snuck a stare,
She continued on her way,
Then felt compelled to pray,
Asking God to bring to her,
A man that would love her so,
Vocalizing that she didn’t care,
If his looks were hard for others to bear,
As long as he could truly love,
And appreciate her like his dove.
She would be grateful,
For her heart wasn’t capable of being hateful,
She prayed the rest of her way,
While this man of the night
Listened intently to every word she did say,
And when she got to her humble little home
She went to bed all alone,
Now the time was half past two,
This beast did not know what to do,
For his night had now become defeated,
For her words had made his will depleted,
He began to weep,
His wounds were deep,
Nevertheless, all that came out were howls,
He became an animal in love that could only let out growls,
The anguish of this tragic story,
He yearned to be held by all her glory,
He proceeded to watch her while she slept in peace,
She was an angel, he was a beast
Then around 6 am
This beauty woke to start again,
When she walked outside,
Her face went white and her eyes grew wide,
Her little house had foot prints all around,
Shaped like hearts but marks from a hound,
A message from a tormented slave,
Someone not even her love could save.
By:Sabina Nicole
Contest: wolfman in love
10-8-11
With unnatural restraint he quells his primal urge
Guarding something of himself; half man, half wolf
Languished captive, no hope of escape
The power of love grows stronger still
Helpless, against his own will.
Inflamed with savage desire
He catches a glimpse of her through the trees
With a wildly pulsating heart he rises to meet her
Unquenched desire rises as he lifts his head high
Sorrow overwhelms him as he lets out his howling cry.
He gazes upon her, his savage heart softened and tamed
by her golden flame as he beholds her face etched upon the moon
written by Lori McClure
contest: Wolfman in Love
As the wolves continued to hunt in their pack
There was nothing that they would lack
They found a man who would join the nightly hunt
Raiding the forests in their nightly jaunts
No, fear did they seem to display
Hunting at night and sleeping by day
As each early morning sun would rose
He would find himself in a crouched up pose
It felt like he was living some strange, strange dream
For his clothes were dirty and ripped at the seams
for contest
The moon glistened with pride
Burning thru a blackened sky
The world oblivious to his stride
Upright, all fours, n back
Panting n snorting like distorted dogs in a hunt ahead the pack
The light flickering thru the trees
Closing in like an enviable attack til claws greet a trunk with a razor like clasp
The window show no mercy
Showing the night the extent in inches from head to everything
Eyes forward like a predator planning
Claws tightly grasping the trunk, scratching
Her body was flawless
Something like a goddess
Eyes slashing thru the dead night, watching ominously certain
Fur rising to a ward off stance while hiding
Thinking about today in the square when they both were hands clasped together feelings arising
Heart then then fluttering with joy but now
Pounding
Pounding from grief
The beast n man mixture cease to look upon his beauty
His shaggy mittens with embedded talons
Snatched away what hands could do for he
Snarling
Drooling
Fangs protruding
Anger polluted his head
Grief thru his veins like the wolf gene that now shows that the beast is outta seclusion
Giant rhythms of a beating, breaking heart still moving
His vision taunts him with sights
While senses r heightened n smelling that scent of her he likes
Sorrow fills the wells of his eyes
Hidden in the black of night
He turns to shun her outta his life
For she'll never Love the beast, just the man inside
N he can't Love her becuz of the fright of a sight
Waking up, bloody mess, her body dismembered
From left to right
He stares vengefully at the moon howling his protest
For the unnatural has trumped over one of lifes greatest conquest........to travel damned n alone.....a merciless fate untold.......Peace
Eddie Merritt " wolfman in love contest " 10/6/11
It was the night of the full moon,
When he would go a-hunting.
He was not always seeking prey,
But he was hunting something.
There was a glade deep in the wood,
With a lovely little pond,
And she would come when it was dark,
And of her he'd grown quite fond.
They each came often to this place.
T'was here that he first saw her.
Her eyes, her hair, her glowing skin,
She was a thing of wonder.
She stood in the silver moonlight,
The moon beams on her hair.
She sat by the edge of the water,
So delicate and fair.
Why was he drawn to her this way?
He longed to be her lover,
But she was human, was she not?
She pulled him like no other.
He watched her hidden by the leaves,
Longing to be by her side,
But he could never let her know,
She'd never be his bride.
She stood and looked up at the moon,
Then she dropped her gown.
She turned and looked straight at him,
And dropped down to the ground.
She shimmered in the moonlight.
The change in her was quick.
Did his eyes deceive him,
His mind, perhaps play tricks?
There before him stood his queen,
All silver, grey and shining.
A she-wolf like he'd never seen,
And she had sensed his pining.
Now he rushed toward her.
He'd found at last his mate.
No longer would he hunt alone,
For this was kismet, fate.
Judy Ball
For Wolfman falls in love contest by Matt Caliri
Crisp night swirls leaves thru the air, the message's in the wind.
Something weird has happened today, the wolfman's in a spin.
He stopped by the vet who washed and detangled all his hair
Cut and snipped his ragged nails - not much, while he was there.
As he skated around the corner to pick up a new dog chain
He stopped by the groomer, who cleaned and polished his fangs.
Tonight he's meeting someone special what else could he think of-
Besides, the leaves had carried it, the Wolfman had fallen in love.
A ghost at the counter spooked, “You’ve been weird since noon”
Wolfman said nothing simply stared at time in the moon.
In a huff he said “On this special day I simply cannot be late-
Meeting someone at midnight- by the cemetery gate”.
Then he remembered he must stop- pick up fresh flowers-
A new resident's in the grave yard, only been there a few hours.
Eagerly he reached the cemetery, inhaled the smokey breeze-
Movements of the night –the swaying of the leafless trees.
The bats began serenading - with the owls from the sky right above
Again the leaves were right- the wolfman has fallen in love.
Valerie Sherman
Living in the wild
walking circles trying to find
a place to lay his head
where the night would ease his mind.
Not of this world
lost in a silent dimension
Like an adolescent boy
beyond his comprehension.
He is superhero undergoing
transformations
Confused at his purpose in life
born with no invitation.
A hollowness inside growing
faster than the wind
Like cancer eating rapidly
No medicine can mend.
Silent so not to cause
any public fear.
Screaming inside
because he's so sincere.
Trapped in a body
nowhere left to run
Longing for a freedom
He isn't certain can be won.
Entering into a
territory of fear
Holding onto faith
That the next phase of life is near.
Peace overcomes him
as the night envelops his heart.
No idea where he is going
and not scared to soon embark.
The wolves were hunting food
And sighted grazing sheep;
The pack encircled them,
Deciding which to keep.
As Wolfman joined the hunt,
The leader brought one down,
And killed it in a flash -
It died without a sound.
The leader took his share,
Then others had their fill,
And Wolfman tried raw meat,
Expecting to be ill.
His teeth, too, ripped at flesh,
His face besmeared with blood,
But then his neighbour fell
And died upon the mud.
The farmer fired again,
Another wolf fell dead,
Next time the farmer missed -
The wolves and Wolfman fled.
For Silly Billy’s Wolfman
The old concoction, over a century ago since it was first brewed. It transformed a man into a blood-thirsty wolf-beast. Killed those that it hunted, and haunted by killers, like that of Bruce Willis. The melee ritual continued bestilled, assisted by the moneyless workers who buried his victims in overnight cemeteries. Before the turn of the century, he has begotten an heir sharing the sinister trait. The continuity worsened as a few bitten, also carried the wolf trait. One affected Daddy Dearest and the calamity befelled his family. An overly protective mother shields her crying daughter. The daughter asks her, "What's wrong with daddy?" She tells her that her daddy is infected because he was bitten by a wild beast. So for a long while they are living in fear of constant exterior attacks by Daddy the Wolfman. In the final carnage they both died. She willed her daughter's care with a family member. He hears her laughing heartedly downstairs. He stops mid-flight and sees the girl twirling and being spun around in the air. He smiles with a tear of joy.
When is it enough?
Or is it that someone is telling you you can't have it?
Lay your pride down on the ground.
Fur will only take you so far.
Make trash of those fangs.
Antelopes move north tonight.
No. I'm not coming.