Owain Glyn Poems

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.
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If I only had one leg, I'd give up work and start to beg,
I'd find myself a comfy spot, not too cold, and not too hot.
I'd dress in old and shabby clothes and strike a world-worn weary pose,
I'd play on peoples sympathy, to give their hard-earned cash to me.
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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.
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I knew a man who merrily
Took whisky with his celery
He thought it an efficient way
To help toward his five a day.
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I remember, when we met
Where and how.
I remember, my levitation
When you said yes
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I sit; my eyes greedily scan the room.
I see gesticulation, animation.
Practiced predators search for prey,
Oiled by potions bought today
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My silent feet patrol these streets
They seek no help from me.
Expectant clouds, form up like shrouds
They whisper destiny.
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I swam within the depths of you,
The waters warm and calm.
The currents soft, a gentle flow,
protected from all harm.
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I stand in the shadows
And watch.
As the sun burns the pavement,
And girls with cracked heels
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Walk with me
Just hold my hand
Together
We can cross this land.
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