Guernsey Poets

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in January 2013. Whether it is today or yesterday or one...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in February 2012 Waiting for Rhyme Taking my time Reall...

Let me not show my Dishonesty or worse still portray my Brute stupidity as something else Forgive my Cowardess, my Inability to speak out ...

It matters perhaps in insignificance, that this was once your land or, that it became mine but now you want it back. It matters to some ev...

Here we lay wings splayed, no longer Gossamer wings for we are laid flat side by side as once did we glide, and soar skywards like a glissan...

Is there enough space to write an Haiku Or maybe even a sonnet to you But a piece of prose might possibly do 27 to 32 lines so what am I...

There are no words for a love won, cherished and lost For the emptiness, I feel inside, in my head, in my routine And God and you know how...

The Angel. the visit. the annunciation the humility. the acceptance. the discussion. the listening. the quiet understanding. the co...

I Thought I Did What's Right not knowing the reality not seeing the yellow green and the Sunlight flickering on the leaves The colo...

What are the colours of the mind what are the shades when one is being kind how bright are the hues, when reflecting of you a myriad, I t...

Looking out wistfully, forbidding the darkness to preclude hearing the strings not just of heart the ensemble lifting us gently like a le...

Isn't it strange That feeling inside like hunger, only yearning stretching out like the vacant tide These empty moments when though...

But surely you can't dance Firstly, don't call me shirley dance, of course I can dance in my mind, this broken, old body takes fl...

Aindre added this note to his poem which is why it has been put on an 'adult page'; "Please note this is not for the faint of h...

Like an Etude it starts off easy taking time like a climax of timpani building and building bouncing, dropping, lifting, reverberating g...

Tantum ergo Sacramentum or Sweet Heart of Jesus Night after night I would sing as I lay in my bed with no-one except my four brothers ...

4 and 6 or thereabouts time creates a haze and also creates doubts there never were any fights and few shouts but lots of silence and man...

May I ask you, beseech you, plead even, Step lightly forward What I have lain before you are my dreams Dreams of you, dreams of me Work...

Whether it is today or yesterday or one day next week tomorrow never comes How often do we say on Monday See you tomorrow Tomorrow if ...

Spontaneous verse inspired by my dear friend Darren Betts on a wet Sunday Morning in the Channel Islands. Speaking in the QUIETUDE - Aindr...