Gwynneth Green poet and lyricist extraordinaire, her poetry and lyrical background are gifts from her grandfather, Bud Green

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greatness

greatness came yesterday
when anger left
clearing a space for vision
leaving doom to fend alone

the magnitude of truth
finally fills the air
never forgetting
rather tucking away
despair
gloom

taking a long
slow inhale
exhaling a sigh
that has no hurt

taking

comfort a call away

there is something
something
bothersome
something
vexing

something in the air
that lingers around

despair
echoes
amongst the limbs

desolation
sticks
to the twigs

despondency
brushes
the bark

something
not quite right
when
light
fades
and
shadows

recycling of qi

sailing solo on calm a sea
searching for tranquility

reflect upon
the future
not the past

echo
the winds calling
with a whisper within

the space sought
resides in
every human
every being
it is the harmony
that binds every soul

the universe
holds

DO

it …………a collection
of mismatched
socks & shoes
a weird combination
of booze
the tv news
has nothing new
sleep an option
that would require
pop’n

a new year’s toast

is this new year
any different than the last
only in days spent
more
blissful, bright & content
shedding those
distressed, dysphoric wrapped in lament

take into toll
people who’ve crossed your path
asking, wanting nothing
other than sharing laughter

in the moments of disorder and

a passage through loneliness

you thought you stood alone
but we
were by your side
winter’s cold
took your breath
but we surrounded you with
the warmth of the fireside

loneliness
can creep upon one
with no warning
with no notice
slowly
finding its way
into the

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