Guernsey Poets

(to the tune of “Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag”) Unpack all you troubles on your facebook page And rave, rant and swear! Un...

Bad People They Swear a lot They don’t Care a lot They Spam a lot They Jam a lot. Bad People The don’t Give a jot They Live a-Blot T...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in November 2012 God bless... Beautiful England As the ...

Before I cast off my second skin And let the silky darkness in Turn off the light And into night Spill the day’s noise and din. I clos...

God bless... Beautiful England As the last living Rose Quivers in your hand. The grey and the damp and the filthiness of ages Through ...

Avoiding askance! Avoiding askance! How we avoid The responsibilities set upon us Sneaking up on our consciences And whispering, “It’s ...

Who am I? I am the sun that shines on everyone Lights you up from tip to toe Tell you things, perhaps You’d rather not know. Who am I?...

Time bends Around a miniscule finger Dimensions bend, for the clock is round Here we are outside time It passes us by, a cold, hard stri...

Just be, live, carry on, receive and give. Is madness a reason for not knowing? When confusion recedes like the tide Clinging to patterns...

All lines should rhyme Because when reading it This saves a lot of time! Topics should be warm and cosy So we all know exactly what is ...

You sat Like a cat Blue eyed and Perfectly relaxed. A smile contorts your face Shapely, fair, straight speaking Natural grace and elan...

Shining bright over Moytura A glistening sea of spears and blades In the dark, denizens illuminate Their caverns by the flames of many to...

Lesioned temporal thought lobes Spasms of time, infinitely long Infinitely short Nuclear armaments internalised Miniature implosions of ...

We heard it on the Beeb, it was no freebie This news so sad, that the mother of our monarch Was deceased. She went in her sleep, for, She...

Temples of the briny, star-encrusted cave mouths Realms of razorwire around the sacred sacrosanct abomination Hallowed ground where now fi...

Crucifixes watched over in threshold experiential, tracing every motion before Like a quivering muscle that neurons refuse to fire, yet exp...

I was a Rasta, a Taoist, Zen, Christian, Buddhist, Pagan Homeless, poor, yet wealthy and landed My forebears knew Christ, yet the horned g...

Anger revolves the heart t’entrap Tethers the mind by ties of time White tides flow out and in And vain pride fumbles, pries and tries P...

When God drops his crumbs Into our muddling pool of reality They tumble to earth Will they breed new humans sprouting from that ancient t...

The bloney traffic’s bloney slow Everywhere you bloney go The bloney Social’s bloney tight The thugs in pubs all love to fight The blon...