Short Wolfe Poems

Momma was Nonoma, her daddy was Powhatan
Pocahontas married John Wolfe, a union not in fashion
Unheard of back then
Today quite common
Prejudice is defeated, um... well there's still a wee chasm...

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Momma was Nonoma, her daddy was Powhatan
Pocahontas married John Wolfe, a union not in fashion
Unheard of back then
Today quite common
Prejudice is defeated, um... well there's still a wee chasm...

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LIEING DEATH
BY: JOHN WOLFE

when i go to sleep your the one in my dreams
but when i wake up my soul begins to scream
because i know how bad you were for me
i know that now we'll no longer be
i can not take you back cuz i know that you'll lie
and if you lie to me again then tonight i'll have to die...

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What stirs within the buried heart,
what lies beneath the whim

What Seraphim have yet to pray,
 what sinners yet to sin

What hides within those thoughts that stray,
what leaf remains unturned

What stirs within the buried heart,
what voice unclaimed—unheard


(Dreamsleep: December, 2021) 
‘Tribute To Thomas Wolfe’...

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SOUL-LESS
BY:JOHN WOLFE
when i look at my leg i think of you
and how the razor blade made our love true
the razor carved your name in my leg 
and when everyone sees it it;s like its the plague
the plague that eats a everyones soul
is the same plague thats made our love whole
i know that now you may not love me
but i hope that soon together we'll be...

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Paris Down Under


I heard the thunder
all the kangaroos hid
children screamed in fear
the witch, her brew asunder

I calmed the innocent
peace is within my sphere
I danced with a Wolfe
Birds took a glance at philosophy

A druid mumbles
give peace a chance
I swallowed a lemon
said are crazy Sheilas in sanity?

Life full of questions
answers fly in the wind
just remember these wise words
ignore the ugly echo's

of skeletons in the wind...

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LOVE LOST
BY: JOHN WOLFE

i'm sitting here with tears in my eyes
but i swear that there is only one reason why 
it is for a girl who my love for is true
but when i think of her my heart feels so blue
i wish that she felt the same love as i 
but since she dont again my heart wonders why
i lye here again all alone here at night
but again for het love im not afraid to fight
my love for her has come at a majoir cost
and it can just be explained as only love lost...

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In 1880, Pierre Cot built a trusty art out of lunacy.
Myriad experts debated the topic of roots vagary.
A puerile idol's skirt serves as an umbrella in a downpour.
The New York Museum's Catherine Wolfe bought it and bears more.
Very famous, many people have tried to copy this quite core

1ST Place Contest Winner

Written: February 1st, 2022

https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/435997

A STRAND (1068) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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