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

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a slice of happiness

have you
walked
in my shoes

then i
take
your advice
with a pill
of
choice

your road
is not mine

your shoes
are of a different kind

i wear mine
till there is no tread left
i like the feel
of the

phoenix

awakening
in the still of the night
preparing
for flight
fearing
nothing
testing
her strength
with wings opened wide
she flies
with self-determination
she cries out
i
will
always
survive

as day breaks
she slips
into her nest

in solitude

a mood
of colors that don’t clash

ripples of differences
diffuse

drastically altering
one’s disposition

succumb
to still

alleviate
waves of anxiety
in simple steps
of
conscious breath

awakening

contemplation

fraught
in thought

agonizing over
the out come

the positive
seems the right approach

if i go left
will that unveil the wrong attitude

there is a slant
from point a
to b

to be
or not to be
the mind can’t decide

if i just ponder

a cleansing

it was day
it was night
at the exact same moment
of where inhale and exhale meet
all the beautiful colors
didn’t fade
all the dark shadows
enveloped a quieted space

it was a dance
of delight
it was a captivating celebration
of where breath

one more moment

i pray
to the heavens
that you are resting well

your pain has dissipated
and you now drift amongst
the clouds

the stars
light the sky
and fear no longer abides
for you

of course
i miss your laughter
your happy tears
the hugs and

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