Owain Glyn


Owain Glyn Poems

1. Alone? 12/13/2012
2. This Green And Pleasant Land 12/16/2012
3. The Traveller 12/21/2012
4. Men In Grey Suits 12/3/2012
5. A Tear For Christmas 12/20/2012
6. Homes For Gnomes 5/27/2013
7. The Planets 11/29/2012
8. The Dark Road 12/17/2012
9. Among The Stars 5/27/2013
10. The Poet 12/16/2012
11. Just You 2/10/2013
12. Ethelred 11/29/2012
13. Tomorrow 1/11/2013
14. This One And Only Life 12/19/2012
15. A Soft Summer's Day 7/22/2013
16. Resident Evil 7/25/2013
17. Brain And Cake. 4/17/2013
18. Exmoor 4/30/2013
19. That Cat 11/20/2012
20. If Only 6/3/2013
21. The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 4 Death 4/18/2013
22. The Party 3/2/2013
23. I'M Not Frightened (Really) 1/10/2013
24. Without You 1/30/2013
25. Vegetable Abuse 1/16/2013
26. Christmas Cheer 11/19/2012
27. If (I Only Had One Leg) 11/26/2012
28. Lost 6/5/2013
29. Sunday School 12/6/2012
30. My Hairdresser 1/24/2013
31. Turning 2/18/2013
32. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Part One) 2/28/2013
33. Changes 4/13/2013
34. The Magic Forest (Part One) 12/1/2012
35. If I Had Time 12/2/2012
36. Do You Remember? 11/19/2012
37. City Streets. 6/13/2013
38. Pickpockets. 6/3/2013
39. Dark Streets Black Souls 3/18/2013
40. Aberfan 4/28/2013
Best Poem of Owain Glyn

Alone?

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.

There are fishing boats, plying their trade in the bay,
Whilst pleasure craft hoist up their sails for the day.
I can see the face painters and bead makers too,
As I watch pale-faced addicts who head for the loo.

A solitary policeman, whose aspect is stern,
As he dreams of promotion and what he might earn.
A parking attendant comes slithering by,
Making ...

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My Discovery

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

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