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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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 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.
How do I find the words To say how much I love you? When you are near
Ethelred had toasted bread Each night before he went to bed. And every day when he got up Hot Chocolate filled his morning cup.
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.
A Soft Summer's Day
We sit by the stream On this soft summer's day Entranced by the dance As the dragonflies play.
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'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.
Now I've left this earthly shell, I find no heaven and no hell,
My spirit soars above the waves, now free of fire and earth bound graves.
I leave behind the pains of life, discard the lies and leave the strife,
My lack of understanding shed, my freedom rests among the dead.
No Philosophers, no stones, no rotting flesh, or crumbling bones,
No Preachers with their jaundiced views, no promises to keep, or lose.
No Teachers with their bogus facts, no Lawmakers misguided acts,
No false P