Owain Glyn Poems

The Poet lives within his word
Some erudite, and some absurd
Some meaningful, and some obscure
Some insightful, some unsure.
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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.
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Ethelred had toasted bread
Each night before he went to bed.
And every day when he got up
Hot Chocolate filled his morning cup.
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Lost in loneliness, bathed in guilt,
The dark road stretches out,
The black wind swirls around my soul,
And fills my heart with doubt.
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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.
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As I approach the dark, almost threatening, house
I feel the prescience of impending doom.
While I walk the silent pathway,
I notice that the previously lush lawn
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I am Death!
Your nemesis.
I shall kiss
Each and every one of you!
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I saw that Cat the other day,
Where he was going who could say?
He strode along his head held high, his tail erect to brush the sky.

He gazed at me with pure disdain,
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Every day, when I awake,
I think of you,
Every night, before I sleep,
I think of you.
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Let your thin and claw like fingers grasp and clutch this life of yours.
Remembering the peaks that briefly forced themselves above the spreading gloom.
The fetus of success, within the mass of your existence, proved to be stillborn.
Go back! go back and drink the pleasure of that dark and succored womb
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