Owain Glyn


Owain Glyn Poems

41. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Part Two) 2/28/2013
42. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Part Three) 3/2/2013
43. The Party 3/2/2013
44. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Conclusion) 3/2/2013
45. Trust (Dedicated To Lynne Fyncher Spring Garden) 3/9/2013
46. Senses. 3/10/2013
47. The Bitter Kiss Of Death 3/10/2013
48. No Resurrection 1/7/2013
49. Now The (Christmas) Party's Over 1/9/2013
50. I'M Not Frightened (Really) 1/10/2013
51. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 3 Famine 4/17/2013
52. Changes 4/13/2013
53. I'Ve Got My Life Back, Or Have I? ? 5/12/2013
54. Insanity 5/13/2013
55. My Every Need 5/25/2013
56. Where Are You Now 5/27/2013
57. Understanding 5/27/2013
58. Lost 6/5/2013
59. City Streets. 6/13/2013
60. A Soft Summer's Day 7/22/2013
61. In Dreams 7/22/2013
62. Halfway House (Dedicated To Lynne Fincherspringgarden) 5/26/2013
63. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 1 Pestilence 4/14/2013
64. The Seeker 11/21/2012
65. Pickpockets. 6/3/2013
66. Resident Evil 7/25/2013
67. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 2 War 4/15/2013
68. Exmoor 4/30/2013
69. Brain And Cake. 4/17/2013
70. Tomorrow 1/11/2013
71. Dark Streets Black Souls 3/18/2013
72. My Hairdresser 1/24/2013
73. Sunday School 12/6/2012
74. The Dark Road 12/17/2012
75. Drummer Boy 5/13/2013
76. Among The Stars 5/27/2013
77. The Planets 11/29/2012
78. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 4 Death 4/18/2013
79. Ethelred 11/29/2012
80. If Only 6/3/2013

Comments about Owain Glyn

  • Karen Sinclair (3/13/2013 5:38:00 PM)

    Owain Glyn is a great poet and his whumpleflump series is a wonderful humorous stories in poem form. Great fun and uplifting.

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  • Diane Hine Diane Hine (2/6/2013 2:18:00 AM)

    Ha! brilliant, I'm wary of people like that too.

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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