Guernsey Poets

My drug of choice is simply cheese Grated in a bag just for ease It’s the ultimate snack it Works so well on a buttered jacket Then a...

I used to be a dreamer I had faith to keep But now I just can’t sleep The dawn will break And I’m still awake The Sun will rise in my ...

He dreamed of oceans as a child; would run away to sea when grown; might sail the chill Atlantic, wild, or broad Pacific, tempest blown...

We buy the Telegraph each day although, each day, it’s one day late but we don’t mind, we keep abreast with all things English anyway ...

The salty spray of Spring tides wafts in through my boarded window my feet start to itch, my wander-lust, I have the verve to voyage I’ll ...

Image: Johannes Plenio  from  Pixabay I picked up my guitar Put on my faded jeans And headed down the road To find what freedom mea...

Missing lock from the door A rusty key on the floor Dust everywhere so it seems Torn picture on the wall A moment to recall In a room f...

I honestly don't know now, I could have been dreaming one hazy September evening, high tide at Port Soif beautiful clouds on the horiz...

You had canned laughter in your hair. It accompanied everything you said, drowning out the ends of your sentences, your sentence ends. ...

Oft times at night I catch the drift Of songs from long ago Sometimes it seems I feel the things I'm sure I cannot know Days gone by...

You danced on the water With lightning in your eyes Raindrops in your heart And thunder in the skies You played on your harp An angel ...

Old school rule, blotted copybook Repeat to cheat your mind Reverse charge callers off the hook Just leave them all behind Flashgun cam...

I used to use dreams, to create and design but now my dreams come, cemented in rhyme before, there was an exact brief, a strict deadline ...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in September 2012 In my dreams, I dream of stars in endle...

I saw you in my dreams last night I reached out to touch your face, My hand went through your skin And then your image dissipates. Like ...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in April 2012 I woke up in the middle of the night Weari...

I lie in the dark, waiting. Time passes unmeasured, and here in the pitch black silence, I wait and wait and wait. The body craves slee...

You came to me on a sweet summer's dream Passing through worlds of magic and men, A dragonfly guarded the gate between You’d sing and...

In his own Universe he is the Sun And we, the hobbies, job and family Are as the planets, ever-circling, Absorbing whatever warmth and in...

Dignified and standing straight, Shoe-tree’d and neat, Waiting in a quiet place For work-weary feet. The pretend glass slippers of that...