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Dorcas Gustine

I was not beloved of the villagers,
But all because I spoke my mind,
And met those who transgressed against me
With plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing
Nor secret griefs nor grudges.
That act of the Spartan boy is greatly praised,
Who hid the wolf under his cloak,
Letting it devour him, uncomplainingly.
It is braver, I think, to snatch the wolf forth
And fight him openly, even in the street,
Amid dust and howls of pain.
The tongue may be an unruly member --
But silence poisons the soul.
Berate me who will -- I am content.

poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Beloved Wolf

Cry beloved wolf,
For the moon,
To shine it's light,
Run beloved wolf,
Run so far,
To the end of the plains,
Call beloved wolf,
Call to the eagle,
To spread its wings,
Ow beloved wolf,
Free your soul,
From the grasp of humankind,
Forget the pain,
that we caused you,
Howl for me,
When you are,
Once again free.

poem by Tinus Erasmus
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Lone Wolf

I am a lone wolf
I always was and will be
I feel fine, I am resigned to this
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Got my cares
Wrapped up all nice and neat
In my suitcase
Ill take it down the street
To a place with plenty of space for me
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
It blows my mind
That people wanna try to get inside my tired head
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Nobody needs to get too close to me
Youll only see this truth
I am a lone wolf

song performed by by Eels
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Banished Wolf

Banished wolf chased off from her home
Banished wolf left with no place to roam
Banished wolf lies in the cold rain
Banished wolf tries to ease her pain
Banished wolf begins to cry
Banished wolf wants to die
Banished wolf tries to stop her tears
Banished wolf drowns in her fears
Banished wolf felt her world grow black
As her lover cried death just before the attack
Banished wolf licks her wounds
While her whole world is falling to ruins
Banished wolf cleans her cut
And as she does so her pain ease somewhat
Banished wolf wears her scars
Through a life full of years instead of hours
Banished wolf let the past be the past
Banished wolf left the gloom that it cast
Banished wolf lives her life today
And she would not have it anyother way

poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Howling

Mountain wolf's ebon insightful assertion,
a death-making, in oak woods immersion,
his mandragora enthralls an animal right,
spirits live in the electrons of a dark light.

(To build a house on sticks is a cause
to be his friend, a genuine soul will fight
as valor will visit a threshold of hurt souls
wolf howls, for any over-crossed right.)

Howls the wolf, in dark, a blanket covers
sounds submerge, as shadows revive
a full moon hymn, same sounds gather
a prayer, as silence austerely subsides.

Howls the wolf, an Imperium of red shed
awakes, destiny of forest rules attained
the wolf will run, a Plutonian kingdom wed
to catch, a carnal pray 'crudele' ingrained.

caress on alive skin, shudders, his cynodon
submerges, verterbrae crushing, a cynodont
clade, crave, howling-superbus, abandon;
Horror! A maenad deity of arterial bonds.

He runs, runs, a Crimson fire his impiety,
the foliage shudders waiting, a transfusion,
Isotropy's impertinent role, of superiority,
blood rules, itching in veins to taste infusion.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Fat Dogs Wear Well Fed Collars

the wolf cannot wear your collar
the wolf cannot eat your slave bread
the wolf feels a free wind on free face
the wolf hears all sounds freedom fed
the wolf must hunt for its piece of meat
the wolf hunts mountains where free rivers meet
the wolf will starve to death as lean winter creeps
the wolf paints landscapes scenes as death inward seeps
the wolf licks not the beast man’s hand wolf never weeps

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Just Writting About Wolfs

days get colder nights get longer..wind howls a lonely howl

deep in the night a lone wolf howls do his howls fall on def ears

as he sits high upon a cliff looking down upon the woods he calls home

he wonders in the shadows a loner but never really alone

we has the wind the earth and the air that goes threw him

it like an old friend to him the darkness the shadows

the wolf wonders alone in mind and thoughts

whats he thinking of

we may never know know....

but hawk circles above does he hear the howl as the wolf says hello in the nights sky to hawk

flying so live so free

the wolf is the path finder the teacher they finder of the way

the hawk hears the howl and carries the message up to the sky

what the message, , , , , you may as for each its difffenrt each its own sound even one of silance

the wolf knows all is well in the world tonght

dont know why i wrote this one or whats its meaning is just kinda came to me as i sat here watching the football game

hope you all enjoyed

greyicewolf

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poem by Jeff Greyicewolf
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Monster Party

They are having a party at the neighborhood bar
Some they got together well after dark
Oh good grief did you ever see
A monster party on old hallows eve

Frankenstein says, I’ll have another round
But he breaks the chair when he sits down
Wolf man laughs says, Hey, you broke that chair!
Says Frankenstein, I’ll shave that hair!

Dracula he begins to stir
Says I’ll hold him down while you get that fur
Wolf man shakes his head and howls a bit
Don’t go making me mad I’ll go into fits!

The Mummy says Now, he needs his threads!
Oh me oh my, party of the dread
They lock the door, someone hit’s the lights
Did you ever see on hallows eve a monster fight

The whole place shakes from inside out
And flying through the windows ghost no doubt
Scare crow he sorta lost his soul
Running down the street went all his clothes

Oh good grief did you ever see
A monster party on old hallows eve
Me oh my oh what a fright
Did you ever see a monster fight

Suddenly, all went calm
Through the door, out steps one
Oh good grief did you ever see
A naked Wolf man on Halloween!

poem by Bill Simmons
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Were Lookinf For The Whales

(mags/pal waaktaar)
Night I left the city,
I dreamt of a wolf...
He came from where the winds are cold
And truth is seen through keyholes
...strange longins never sleep
Now hes come where no hearts beat
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry
You can start, but you cannot stop
You give in, but you cant give up
You can tell all your desperate jokes
To a world that puts
Love on hold
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now
...the sunken-in eyes
And the pain in his cries
A shape in the dark...
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now

song performed by by A-Ha
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Cry Wolf

(mags/pal waaktaar)
Night I left the city,
I dreamt of a wolf...
He came from where the winds are cold
And truth is seen through keyholes
...strange longins never sleep
Now hes come where no hearts beat
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry
You can start, but you cannot stop
You give in, but you cant give up
You can tell all your desperate jokes
To a world that puts
Love on hold
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now
...the sunken-in eyes
And the pain in his cries
A shape in the dark...
Cry wolf
Time to worry
Cry wolf
Time to worry now

song performed by by A-Ha
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Feeding The Wolf

there is this fight
between the wolf and
the sheep inside the
hearts of every man

there is this man who
feeds the wolf everyday
and so inside him the
wolf wins, and then

one night the wolf
who is always hungry ate
the weak sheep and then
finally the man.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Black Wolf (The Song of Merlin)

The black wolf howls
as dusk prowls among the shadows.
Freed from the stones of ancient altars
his haunting song drifts above the willows.
As light retreats, the wolf entreats
the spirit of the moon to come forth
and shed her beams upon the dreams
of night’s primeval sleep.
Close to the flames of my evening fire
I sit entranced by the choir of spectral hosts,
as other voices repeat the sound
that shakes the ground like thunder;
and yet, in spite of the holocaust,
I sense some purpose I once lost to my vanity.
Hope swells within my soul
that like the wolf I might find
the muse of lyric poetry.
Here in the forest beneath the sky
I dream of the fires
my mother set in the apple groves.
From dusk to dawn with lilting voice
she told the ancient stories.
She spoke in time of the hearth of heaven
and of the starry circle dance.
She sang to the earth; she sang to the trees.
She sang to the night with love.
Nature’s soul possessed the smoke
that was my mother’s misty cape;
and now the wolf in my mother’s tongue
sings the same celestial song.

Copyright © 1993 John M. Marshall

poem by John M. Marshall
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Li'l Red Riding Hood

[howls]
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why it's Little Red Ridin' Hood
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are lookin' good
You're everything a big bad wolf would want
Listen to me [howl]
Little Red Ridin' Hood
I don't think even big girls should
Go walkin' in these spooky old woods alone
[howls]
What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
So, just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a way
What full lips you have
They're sure to lure someone bad
So, untill you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk, with me and be safe
I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on
Till I'm sure that you've been shown
That I can be trusted walkin' with you alone
[howls]
Little Red Ridin' Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf, so I won't
[howls]
What a big heart I have
The better to love you with
Little Red Ridin' Hood
Even bad wolves can be good
I'll try to be satisfied
Just to walk close by your side
Maybe you'll see things my way
Before we get to grandma's place
Little Red Ridin' Hood
You sure are lookin' good
You're everything a big bad wolf could want
[howls]
(Baaa)

song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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The Wolf

The Breath uprooted withers in the wind
Toiling within the wounds
See- it’s a classic curl, a spiral breath cloud
The wolf ‘neath is whipped
With wisps of wordless worlds
The wolf- a mountain mute memo, you-mime
A classic curl, a spiral breath cloud
The wolf- howls at the moon holes hidden in each hunt
The wolf – hears the horns and hails
An earth risen rose- to survive!

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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For this that was broken

A howl was heard
that darkend the land
for this love that was broken
they ever did understand.

The wolf howls on
with sadness and anger in his voice
for this love that was broken
wasnt his choice.

The howling stop
and the land lays silent and bleak
for this love that was broken
has made the wolf weak.

poem by Little Wolf
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The Wolf's Howl

Have You Ever Heard
A Lone Wolf’s Howl
… Sends Chills, Up My Spine
In Memory, (Even Now)

… Not Out Of Fear …
That’s Not What I Hear
It’s A Longing
A Calling

A Soul-Star Rising
And Vocalizing
A Notice … A Need
A Heed of The Breed

He’s Lifting His Head
Out Of The Dark
Not Like A Bark
But, Rite of Passage-Mark

Thru the Air, ‘Hahooooo’ Zooms
In Moonlight, and in Tune
A Long, Mellow Note
The Wolf Sung-Spoke

Wolf, is Howling To Say …
Same Things, We Pray …
Have You Ever Heard a Lone Wolf Howl
Sends Chills, Up My Spine (Even Now) ! …

poem by MoonBee Canady
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Howls the Wolf I

Lone gray wolf, within spread mist,
a ghostly white of bones in midden,
spirits of woods, the howl 's amidst,
a ghost negation of a life forbidden.

His scream arises drawstring in dark,
timber crusader, unlighted instinct,
subdued urge to spill lives and mark,
ground traces where victims extinct.

Howls the wolf, night ebon of virtue,
absolute ecstasy of virtuoso chordal,
ruthless woods laws coexist in battue,
solitude is transformed to red ordeal.

Howls the wolf, merit call to heaven,
spirits of woods, the blare 's amidst,
accept his prayer to moon as deaden
hunt 's a forfeit into woods to inexist.

Howls the wolf in nighttime lone cry,
bellows prayers for 'dies dominicus'
invokes a clamor afore Sovereign sky,
severe rules are enacted 'dis ducibus'.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Poor wolf died of starvation!

A good-hearted gentleman
saved the sheep from the wolf,
People praised him for saving a life,
Alas! Poor wolf died of starvation!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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The Law of the Jungle

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. AAs the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.
The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the Wolf is a Hunter -- go forth and get food of thine own.
Keep peace withe Lords of the Jungle -- the Tiger, the Panther, and Bear.
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair.
When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken -- it may be fair words shall prevail.
When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.
The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.
If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop, and your brothers go empty away.
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!
If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;
Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.
The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.
The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will;
But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.
Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim
Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.
Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.
Cave-Right is the right of the Father -- to hunt by himself for his own:
He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.
Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of your Head Wolf is Law.
Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is -- Obey!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Of The Wolf

She ran and came to me!
Because, she was afraid of the wolf! !
But do not touch her,
For, we need to help her with the available shelter around;
And like the muse of love in the land of joy!
For, this wolf is still hiding in the thick forest.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Wolf

You were born to privilege
Licking on a silver spoon
Think you gotta buy all your friends
Just so you can tear up the room
Your kind is a dime a dozen
I've seen it all before
A parasite in a good disguise
Just another wolf at the door
The wolf
Prowling in the nighttime
The wolf
Howling in the moonshine
The wolf
Gives you what you want but he ain't no friend of mine
You lay it on oh

song performed by by Heart from Heart
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