Guernsey Poets

These days, pretty much anything goes From measured meter to free-form prose From haiku, odes, or tossed “word salads” To precisely pres...

We sit and wait in hushed reverence as the great man - with hair like mine, and C&A clothes -  arose The Laureate. The priest of pr...

The air smells fresh, there’s little exhaust fumes and listen, to all those birds It’s only ugly modern life, that’s bereft, the art...

I bath several times a week I’m a hygienic bloke okay, at least twice I have a good soak. With my bad balance I can’t stand for a sh...

Famous?  I guess I have been, to a degree And could be more so, except that I’m low key On social media, I don’t strive for a million f...

Well, it could be more of a failing to be honest, I’m not really sure I can wait in queues, at the bus stop, or the doctors sometimes f...

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...

If it wasn't for your kindness He would be a drifting poet Who might sing a song of sadness To whoever wants to hear it And his word...

It's been about a week or so Since I sat down to write a line I've been so busy, had no thought No inspiration, or no time So I ...

The parrot of Victor Hugo does not reside in a château , instead he dwells in Guernsey air and perches calmly on a chair, immobile, quie...

I have an affliction, it's not hereditary I got POEMS, me, they're coming out my ears it started when I was a nipper so I suppose...

I sat down but I couldn't think So I washed the dishes in the sink One plate and one saucer Then I thought of Chaucer Also William S...

I wish to declare my long-held disquiet regarding the inaccurate image of modern poetry presented by media, schools and the like where th...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in October 2012 The words leap off the page. Onto the em...

It's no bed of roses and you know it, poet but you were born to be one, always will maybe a modern performer, with your mate, mic. Or...

I’ve come to claim my creation A shameless child of mind’s invention, Cavorting and jumping up and down before you Trying to grab your at...

On the day that the rain makes a spider web shine When breeze blows the blue bells so letting them chime As snow spirals down as if fairie...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in February 2012 Waiting for Rhyme Taking my time Reall...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in February 2012 Give me a rhyme A clever turn of phrase...

All lines should rhyme Because when reading it This saves a lot of time! Topics should be warm and cosy So we all know exactly what is ...