Owain Glyn

Owain Glyn Poems

1. My Discovery 11/19/2012
2. Ghosts 11/26/2012
3. The Magic Forest. (Part Two, Stu's Tale) 12/3/2012
4. My Journey 12/6/2012
5. The Temperance Club 1/16/2013
6. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Two Dad's Tale 1/17/2013
7. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Three Mum's Tale 1/17/2013
8. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Four, A Brother's Tale 1/19/2013
9. Recovery 1/21/2013
10. Tamara 1/23/2013
11. A Call To Arms (Dedicated To Sunprincess) 1/26/2013
12. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Five A Sister's Tale 1/27/2013
13. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Six Aunties Tale 1/30/2013
14. I'M Not Human, Anymore. 2/25/2013
15. Trust (Dedicated To Lynne Fyncher Spring Garden) 3/9/2013
16. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 3 Famine 4/17/2013
17. Where Are You Now 5/27/2013
18. Understanding 5/27/2013
19. Halfway House (Dedicated To Lynne Fincherspringgarden) 5/26/2013
20. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 1 Pestilence 4/14/2013
21. The Seeker 11/21/2012
22. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 2 War 4/15/2013
23. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Conclusion) 3/2/2013
24. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Part Two) 2/28/2013
25. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Part Three) 3/2/2013
26. I'Ve Got My Life Back, Or Have I? ? 5/12/2013
27. My Every Need 5/25/2013
28. Constant Inconstancy 2/10/2013
29. Now The (Christmas) Party's Over 1/9/2013
30. Our Sovereign (The Queen's Jubilee) 12/19/2012
31. The Revolution 12/8/2012
32. In Rest 12/3/2012
33. Milestones (For My Son, Ross On His Thirtieth Birthday) 11/29/2012
34. Thoughts 11/19/2012
35. Never Go Back 11/20/2012
36. The Price To Pay 11/20/2012
37. The Morning After 11/21/2012
38. My Hairdresser 1/24/2013
39. My Son, My Son 1/19/2013
40. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Part One) 2/28/2013
Best Poem of Owain Glyn

Men In Grey Suits

There are men in grey suits who infest sand built towers,
Where they sit and they spit out their venom for hours,
Making judgments and plans which they say we must follow,
Leaving them to get fat in the shit that they wallow.

The Bishops and Priests and their dumb acolytes,
Spew out sermons and edicts and meaningless rites,
Whilst abusing the young that are left in their care,
They preach God's holy goodness in which we can share.

There are Judges, who sit, every day, upon high,
Peering down on the wicked they're placed there to try,
With their ...

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Do You Remember?

I left my life with you, do you remember?
That hollow day of sharpened rain and even sharper words.
Each step I took away from you, each leaden pace, defeated me.
Your voice, once soft and lyrical, now cold and forged from steel.

I left my heart with you, do you remember?
The days of love we'd shared lay smashed and littered with accusations.
Those eyes in which I'd often bathed, now but a swollen tempest,
Your smile, which made the Sun shine bright, now turned to blackened stone.

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