Owain Glyn

Owain Glyn Poems

1. My Discovery 11/19/2012
2. My Journey 12/6/2012
3. The Temperance Club 1/16/2013
4. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Two Dad's Tale 1/17/2013
5. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Four, A Brother's Tale 1/19/2013
6. Recovery 1/21/2013
7. Tamara 1/23/2013
8. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Five A Sister's Tale 1/27/2013
9. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Six Aunties Tale 1/30/2013
10. I'M Not Human, Anymore. 2/25/2013
11. Trust (Dedicated To Lynne Fyncher Spring Garden) 3/9/2013
12. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 3 Famine 4/17/2013
13. My Every Need 5/25/2013
14. Where Are You Now 5/27/2013
15. Understanding 5/27/2013
16. Halfway House (Dedicated To Lynne Fincherspringgarden) 5/26/2013
17. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 1 Pestilence 4/14/2013
18. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 2 War 4/15/2013
19. I'Ve Got My Life Back, Or Have I? ? 5/12/2013
20. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Conclusion) 3/2/2013
21. Constant Inconstancy 2/10/2013
22. A Call To Arms (Dedicated To Sunprincess) 1/26/2013
23. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Three Mum's Tale 1/17/2013
24. Now The (Christmas) Party's Over 1/9/2013
25. In Rest 12/3/2012
26. The Magic Forest. (Part Two, Stu's Tale) 12/3/2012
27. The Revolution 12/8/2012
28. Ghosts 11/26/2012
29. The Seeker 11/21/2012
30. In Dreams 7/22/2013
31. Milestones (For My Son, Ross On His Thirtieth Birthday) 11/29/2012
32. Thoughts 11/19/2012
33. Never Go Back 11/20/2012
34. The Price To Pay 11/20/2012
35. The Morning After 11/21/2012
36. Aunt Aggies Visit (The Family Ghost) 12/12/2012
37. Our Sovereign (The Queen's Jubilee) 12/19/2012
38. My Son, My Son 1/19/2013
39. No Resurrection 1/7/2013
40. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Six Marie Fights Back. 2/3/2013
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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Never Go Back

I crept along the silent streets, their familiarity painful and accusing.
Even in this darkness the sick worm of cowardice drives me to the shadows.
I know each brick, each door, each window pane,
We huddled in these doorways, to touch, to kiss, and to escape the rain.

The filthy soot-smeared streetlights search me out, to interrogate me, each in turn,
What are you doing here? Why have you come back? What do you want?
I know these pavements, each and every crack,
We trod them in our

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