Guernsey Poets

The Raven Drenched in darkness Eyes observing everything Life... Death... Perversion Unable to separate As all is one Life... The beg...

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

Do you know where we are Can you count every star With your naked eye Do you know the way to go Can you stop the acid rain Falling fro...

Sir David, venerated wildlife teacher Has now turned into an eco preacher As we watch exotic creatures mate He reminds us of our likely...

Life is just a timer…  Where the sand falls faster every day Everything surrounding you Will turn to dust, and drift away  Every day t...

This tiny nation More than the sum Of its parts Sits on the Hinge of history Watching the men Of dark arts Becoming more in...

There is no satisfaction in the pushing of the pen helping to make money for the suited men For years my soft hands and mind served ...

Fearless they plunge in their flimsy youth into the depths of the future Indestructible they are inured by the belief that the sea is th...

I didn’t come quickly to poetry I never did find it that cool What caught my attention Was punk rock aggression And showing my ass lik...

On the other side of time I stand It runs like sand through my hand From the black hole of the soul Release a word of peace unplanned ...

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...

In her head’s the sound of waves, As they lash relentlessly  Against the land, Each spitting their foam Onto the beach, To dribble betw...

I saw your paintings, and your flowers, and I remembered when, for just a second, I had not lost hope. When my long closed eyes felt ...

Growing up in hard stuff can distort your life you respond to things, with a glare, and a growl but it can be so different . . if you rise...

Will you walk with me darlin’? Will you take hold my hand? I don't know where we're going But we got nothing else planned Let...

They sit at desks, PC-equipped, round-shouldered, fingers stroking keys: without exception microchipped beneath their skin, like worker-b...

Where have you been young man? What adventures have you experienced? And what have you seen? I sense that you’ve been over the edge Fall...

The remembrance of all things past Those golden days that could never last We stood upon the reservoir of youth Convinced we knew the onl...

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

It’s all water under the bridge Just listen for a sigh As it washes and rushes by It’s all water under the bridge And clouds across the...