Guernsey Poets

She  met  him  on  a  Liner On  a  Grecian  Islands  cruise There beneath  soft,  starry  skies And  quite  a  lot of  booze They  fel...

Along the entry he would come caterwauling, striking bin-lids with his stick, through the backyard knocking over milk bottles. Up th...

On a yellowed flyleaf, half a century ago, my mother wrote to say Birthday Wishes and Mum, that name that buries self away. I was her fi...

Cooped up together, We bicker, We snap, We cry, No reason why, There’s no space, No place, For our thoughts, We laze, In bed Too...

"Me or the dog, -- you'll have to choose," That's what she said today. "I thought I'd found true love at last...

I stared into my eyes Reflected in my view I hated who I saw As all I see is you The scars of life on show The pain I only see I gri...

I must admit I’ve hardly slept Waiting for the latest dirt on Johnny Depp Another day of lurid pages Filled with tales of coke-fuelled ...

When I get home these days, I've got the same laments that my mother often croaked. "Oh,let me get these stupid shoes off... blo...

If you find... That you might need me girl I'll come running to your cheating arms again Oblivious, to all the hurt you'd cause me...

There ain't no point denying, I ain't lying That our love affair was real Or how could I explain, this kinda pain That's how ...

Grandma will you walk with me A little while at least Life used to be so simple But this growing up's a beast Mum and Dad are grea...

We met at a party, we laughed at the same things We drank the same drinks and we got on just fine I'd just lost an old love, she'...

Forget the florid words and speak in language, commonplace, of what our brief connection made of us, our lives, how we were changed. As...

A crooked little man with his crooked little wife Lived a little crooked but a happy sort of life Laughing at the troubles that his croo...

He couch surfs from friend to friend, Who walk softly on egg shells With sympathy quietly spoken, A long term relationship bites the dust...

Together our love was feather light Lost in dreams of a starless night. Lyndon Queripel

If I gave you a box All tied up with string, Decorated with pretty paper A beautiful thing, Think how disappointed you’d be, When you l...

I turn over to occupy the space You have just vacated And realise, in the pit of my stomach That the receding warmth Is the closest we g...

she went blubbering into the bathroom & spliced her wrists with his razor, her beautiful & delicate wrists, as if they were rot...

I have sold all your gold, The baubles and rings The frivolous things, You gave me in happier times, Or maybe they were gifts of guilt ...