Biography of Owain Glyn
I live in Penzance, Cornwall, a place steeped in legend and myth and possibly the home of King Arthur's Camelot.
I love words, the sound of them and the look of them, for me they paint pictures of depth and substance. I am irreverent and cynical, but at the same time romantic and full of mischief. I love writing and creating, but I read avidly as well.
Owain Glyn Poems
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.
Homes For Gnomes
Would you give a gnome a home? Sit him down on sculpted foam? Find a pleasant shaded spot, Not too cold, and not to hot.
I am sat on a bench, on the seafront, alone, Just me, and the sea, and the old weathered stone. Of course, there are tourists, who wander on by, And silver winged gulls, as they dissect the sky.
This Green And Pleasant Land
Oh, this green and pleasant land, Its clear blue seas and golden sands. Its rolling hills and wooded vales, Its constant rain and howling gales.
A Tear For Christmas
Christmas comes but once each year I beg from each of you a tear; A tear for the homeless whose bed is the floor
In 1966, in a small village in South Wales, on the 21st. of October, Pantglas Junior School was engulfed by a slide of mud and coal slag. One hundred and forty four souls lost their lives, including one hundred and sixteen children. The sky was grey and sullen
The night was clear, and still, and silent, air like razor-blades The naked trees stood sentry, limbs outstretched, in dark charades The ground, a pure white wilderness, sends out no invitation But the traveler has need of none, he knows his destination.
I think of all the things I've said, Then thought of different things, instead. I think of all that I have done, When moons were cheese, and life was fun.
Ethelred had toasted bread Each night before he went to bed. And every day when he got up Hot Chocolate filled his morning cup.
The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 4 De...
I am Death! Your nemesis. I shall kiss Each and every one of you!
I'm waiting for the Sun to shine, But it won't wait for me, I'm either still asleep in bed, Or busy having tea.
The Dark Road
Lost in loneliness, bathed in guilt, The dark road stretches out, The black wind swirls around my soul, And fills my heart with doubt.
The circus toured the local towns With dancing dogs, and painted clowns, Behind them marched the King's Dragoons To harvest men, for their platoons.
Among The Stars
When I have gone, please do not cry, Shed not a single tear. Do not ask the question, why? Or harbor any fear.
I think I do,
But then I don't
I think I will,
But then I won't
I think I might,
But then might not
I feel I should,
But have I got
The time and space