Guernsey Poets

I’m at ease with nudity I was an artist’s model in’53! I’d disrobe without a care And disport myself upon a chair In creativity’s name...

The tags remain On the overpass Under bridges, girders On countless spans Illegal artistry that Makes you look Past the pages Of yo...

They built that mound in London Town For the traffic to drive around Resembling a power station made of peat It’s at the end of Oxford S...

If I were an artist  And you were my muse I'd not find your vibrant colours to use The rainbow in you, I could never compare  You...

Image: Kathy Figueroa Denver’s marvellous outdoor art Presents an astonishing sight Such as “The Dancers,” which tower Over sixty fe...

Bohemian, in her semi-nude pose, Dunhill cigarette impatiently burns Belying loves truth of white petal rose. Art of capriciousness in a...

It's years since I took to stage now Or held and picked a guitar Uncut are my fingernails now, and my voice Is cruelly changed by the...

Take your angry words toss them to the sky hear them jingle and jangle breathe a hefty sigh; on an artist's palette land with a cl...

In the great tidal surges of colour, I am immersed, enfolded in the heart of your creation. Eye witness to moments, Held in thrall by you...

Every culture has its own musical band To build bridges between people throughout the land We speak different languages but we all underst...

If your thoughts drift To dragons and Wizards and things Like enchanted forests And magic rings Or a flying horse With feathered wings...

Art is a language with which we communicate Comprised of lines both straight and broken Of colours, hues and shades A language where not...