Owain Glyn Poems

I'll meet you by your garden gate
I'll come at eight, I won't be late
I will not knock upon your door
Your father answered it before.
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'Come on, ' I said, 'I need your help'
'We're going to the shed, '
'We've got to put the tent up'
'Then we'll go and get your bed.'
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I guess that you've all heard of me,
I'm that girl, you know, Marie.
That poet's filled you full of rhymes,
All about my life, and times.
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You raise, again, so phoenix like,
dead ashes, into flames.
But now I have your measure,
I won't play your cruel games.
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Lay your head upon these feathered clouds, and rest,
Spread your silken tresses on this virgin wilderness,
Then I will beg sweet dreams to come, and be your company.

When darkness drifts across your eyes to steal their perfect light,
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I think I do,
But then I don't
I think I will,
But then I won't
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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.
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This blackness wrapped around my soul will never go away,
It's blind eternal torture is the price that I must pay.
These prison bars are forged from lies, it's walls from infamy,
To pace these floors, and corridors, my endless destiny.
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When I awoke this morning
It was almost yesterday
Though it could have been tomorrow
I just really couldn't say.
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The boiling Sun sends searing rays to scorch the arid earth
Dust Devils dance in pantomime for everything they're worth.
A Mother, bent and haggard, beats her fists upon the ground
Today, as every other day, no reward is found.
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