Guernsey Poets

I heard a strain of music in the street - A wandering waif of sound. And then straightway A nameless desolation f...

The plague was upon us for many long years It lasted much longer than everyone feared It went through us all and millions died Some were...

Loneliness isn’t being alone Or separate from the throng It’s being in a crowded room Thinking it’s all gone wrong Going unheard unno...

Leave me alone, let me cry for awhile  I don't want to talk, and I can't find my smile  I'm just a boy no one wants anyway  ...

With the cost of living And the price of dying It’s no wonder at all To the Lord I pray That I can afford to pay For my own funeral. ...

He is in a queue a line of people. No end in sight like a slow meandering river. Dusty path sweltering heat sore feet. Vultures ride the...

We all want our freedom, To lounge on the beach, or the park, In the sun, But a few inconsiderate, lazy people Are spoiling all the fu...

I wanted to write a cheerful rhyme, To add a rosy tint to the day, But it seems I’m having a hard time Zeroing in on just what to say ...

With no Church, or Community meetings, no Zumba, with all the beautiful girls just waving to neighbours, from a distance as each day, a...

Local businesses falter and fail One by one stores are put up for sale The virus tanked our economy Signs of its impact are plain to se...

We played to empty houses when we started out Now it’s just the same because no one is about No more cues for the actors to enter Just ...

I shielded I hid I cowered While all around me Corona flowered I tried to ignore that obscene weed By focussing on my own need I sat I...

In nearby trenches the enemy was real He was over the top behind a hail of steel Waiting with his gun and knife And a picture of his wi...

Am I one, one of the seventy-three? Waiting by the phone ever so anxiously Checking my temperature and my sense of taste If I’m about t...

This song's about the night I died The knife. My blood. My suicide I bet my soul that no one cried No angel came, so someone lied ...

We’re on the slippery slope oh yeah To a Marxist Utopia Equality for all sounds nice But it comes at a huge price The back of an enve...

A reality check, I’m ailing all my devices are failing this wall’s too high, I’m scaling my verve, my zest, are trailing this wall’s m...