Guernsey Poets

The troubled rock star pours out his heart, How he’s suffered for his art The unwilling victim of every tart Who set eyes on having a pa...

They say that the white man Just can’t sing the blues But I’ve got a hole in my pocket And a hole down in my shoes Do you judge a bo...

You're carrying on like a troubadour jaded Singing your songs from a time that has faded Lyrics of meaning, though sung of a past Eac...

The world’s last Pangolin played a plaintive violin: tunes by Handel and Mozart, as the planet fell apart, mellow music for the soul ...

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...

In bowler hat, with shoulders bowed, he plays a ukulele while he blows, with zest, into a silver fife attached to a wire harness nursing ...

Image: (http://www.librarising.com) I can't explain the sorrow I'm feeling And I shed a tear for what it is worth For the loss...

Lydia’s bathed in gold, As the sun tumbles down On a Castle Cornet night, Her face upturned To receive applause, And the dying rosy e...

I used to follow bands, to gigs far and wide But as I've got older, my curiosity has died Been there done that, no need to attend S...

These were our streets The cobbles we walked Parading like peacocks While locals all talked We were the new breed The colourful sons ...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in May 2012 Guitars gleam, plastic screams Long hair flo...

The piano face down in dirt Like a boxer beaten senseless Keys knocked out like broken teeth Were scattered whilst defenceless Polished ...

The stage grows gradually darker, the music fades as the lights slowly dim then, to a haunting tune, on an Irish flute unbelievable beaut...

Your pale hands hover Over the harp, Curved and curled Like eagles claws, Paused and poised As if to strike, Beautiful melodies From ...

Bright birdsong morning, Sark weather warming Seen thro’ the hedgerow A fine festive glow. Campers, dishevelled Wet weather bedraggled...

Lighting low to eyes glazed with red wine, Acoustic performance, foot tapping time, Loud applause, compere’s introductions satirical, Har...

Rainfall, between the trees Running, dripping, from the leaves Dancing raindrops on my caravan Believe it, if you can. Orchestra of rai...

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

Dust off your fiddle Paddy And wear your emerald green To the Ceili at the pub Where the shamrock will be seen Your reputation Paddy M...

The piper played all day long Many kinds of youth They are all there, they are all playing The old folk listened To the peculiar noise w...