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

a poets playground

brown covered book

open the brown covered book
the one
placed high on the shelf
out of reach
the one
you might have forgotten about

it holds a key
a missing link
a thought
that was never said
an answer
to prays in your dreams
in your

a breath away

on the road
in the direction
of positive reflection

the mind freed
of unnecessary pondering
the answer to
no longer claiming time

the breeze
at one’s back
the sun
on one’s face
nothing replaces
the peacefulness
of coming to terms

forge forward

your road
might be obstacle filled

your path
might be tougher

is your name
it is burned
in your soul

is tattooed
to your core

is your emblem
worn on your chest

you have chosen
your direction

forge forward



she wakes
in the middle of the night
flight calling her name
wisdom her kingdom
enlightenment her mission

flying silently
time tucked within her wings
spreading serenity
as the sand slips through the hourglass
of life

wakening those
with her voice
to recognize

night warrior

the night warrior
darkness your friend
living in dreams
born under the moon

the spirits of change
in flight to enlighten
those who understand
is not to be feared

our voices call out

reach beyond
the horizon
reach for the stars

a poets notes