Tomight - Open Mic Evening - Monday 22nd April 2019 - Les Douvres



Open Mic Evening - Monday 22nd April 2019

20:00 hrs - 22:00 hrs
Les Douvres, St. Martin, Guernsey
The 'Non-compulsory' theme is; 'Dead End'
The guest musician is; 'TBC'

Shores I Won’t See Again - Tony Gardner

These Coral reefs and coconuts
Are Heaven on Earth to you
Greek isles seem like Paradise
And I know you feel that true
But I’ve been ‘round this big wide world
And though I’ve loved the things I’ve seen
I’ve never felt contented
With the places that I’ve been
For there’s always memories calling
Dreams of deep cliff cutting vales
And the streams that lead us downwards
To the warm inviting waves
Or the inland valleys whispering
“Stay here more than just a while
“For your family’s ghosts are wandering
“When they see you, then they’ll smile”
And that little bubbling stream
That chuckles down the lane
Sighs ‘cause this poor old exile
Will never see those shores again

These Coral reefs and coconuts
Are Heaven on Earth to you
Greek isles seem like Paradise
And I know you feel that true
But I’ve been ‘round this big wide world
And though I’ve loved the things I’ve seen
I’ve never felt contented
With the places that I’ve been
For there’s always memories calling
Dreams of deep cliff cutting vales
And the streams that lead us downwards
To the warm inviting waves
Or the inland valleys whispering
“Stay here more than just a while
“For your family’s ghosts are wandering
“When they see you, then they’ll smile”
And that little bubbling stream
That chuckles down the lane
Sighs ‘cause this poor old exile
Will never see those shores again

Tony Gardner

The Demise of Notre Dame - Kathy Figueroa

Something happened to Notre Dame
And Paris, France, won’t be the same
Its demise wrought by fire and flame
And so a hallowed landmark falls

A careless accident, it’s thought
By workman’s mishap, perhaps wrought
The dreadful blaze now being fought
By those who such disaster calls

Paris, our hearts go out to thee
In this time of calamity
A huge historic tragedy
The church reduced to smoldering walls

Kathy Figueroa

This poem was written as a response to seeing newscasts of Notre Dame Cathedral, in Paris, France, burning on April 15th, 2019. (Please note I’ve used “Notre Dame” the way Americans pronounce it.)

Watch me fly - Callum Lee Doherty

It’s quite simple from here,
Absentee, candidly,
Scream in rhythm; scream in glee,
Free from prisms bound of me.

This nigh wisdom, my Dear,
Can you see? Shall we breathe?
Gleaming victims; thieving leaves,
Dreams of visions, hounding me.

Watch me fly, watch me fly.
Oh, brother, watch me fly.


Watch that hand forever slow,
Weightless Kings forever float.
Nameless crystals, taint my wings,
but through my wrists, they’ll never know.

I demand to see the scriptures;
Reprimand me as I go,
Enslave the guards who pray forgiveness
Whilst enlists of xenophobes.

Watch me fly, watch me fly.
Oh, lover, watch me fly.


I’ve gone without your jurisdiction,
Fled from timeous control.
I’ve reached the plain through which my fiction
Lifts the stain we call our Home.

I feel the breath within my fingers,
See the blessed expanse below;
Within my depths, I’ll re-consider
But on my terms, all alone.

Watch me fly, watch me fly.
Oh, mother, watch me fly.
Do not sorrow; in my judgement,
I’m resolved, and so I die.

Callum Lee Doherty

Walking My Shoes - Lyndon Queripel

I’ve walked in your wake
I’ve seen the life you live
I’ve had all I can take
Of what it’s got to give
But killing time is such a crime
Be a rebel without a pause
Before the young get strong enough
To change the laws

I’ve walked the crooked mile
Stopping here and there
Just to enjoy the view
And a breath of fresh air
For the smog and smoke starts to choke
And will crown a dead diesel town
When the waste spreads to the waterbeds
All the fish will drown

I’ve walked the line on parade
To advance or retreat
Now I’m stepping out of the shade
To the sunny side of the street
The traffic crawls between the walls
Don’t dare to stop and stare
At dividing lines and broken signs
That only lead nowhere

I’ve walked increasing circles
Turning inside and turning out
Now I've seen the light that shines
Without your shadow of doubt
Don’t be found losing ground
And passed by everyone
Feeling lonely you’re only walking
But you’ve yet to run.

Lyndon Queripel

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