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. Drummer Boy 5/13/2013
20. I'Ve Got My Life Back, Or Have I? ? 5/12/2013
21. Whumplethump Goes Missing (Conclusion) 3/2/2013
22. A Call To Arms (Dedicated To Sunprincess) 1/26/2013
23. Constant Inconstancy 2/10/2013
24. I'M Not Frightened (Really) Part Three Mum's Tale 1/17/2013
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. Now The (Christmas) Party's Over 1/9/2013
29. The Seeker 11/21/2012
30. Ghosts 11/26/2012
31. Milestones (For My Son, Ross On His Thirtieth Birthday) 11/29/2012
32. The Morning After 11/21/2012
33. Never Go Back 11/20/2012
34. Thoughts 11/19/2012
35. The Price To Pay 11/20/2012
36. Our Sovereign (The Queen's Jubilee) 12/19/2012
37. Aunt Aggies Visit (The Family Ghost) 12/12/2012
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

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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Christmas Cheer

Every year it comes around, this season of goodwill,
When visitors we truly loathe, come round and drink their fill.
Relatives we haven't seen, since nineteen fifty four,
Discover where we're living, and come knocking at the door.

We end up going shopping, spending cash we haven't got,
Filling up the Credit Cards, as if we've lost the plot.
We buy for all and sundry, and then we buy some more,
As if we've quite forgotten, that it all needs paying for.

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