Guernsey Poets

I don’t know why I envy him. I think that he should envy me. He may attend a fancy gym, look GQ cool, write poetry, play the guitar, be ...

Days gallop by, months, years, so fast that panic of a sort sets in: you feel that all the dreams you had have slipped away, it’s all t...

It's just a flat cap Seen on stages worldwide worn with aplomb and pride Rakishly clamped down Atop a head of aging curls It...

When I’ve got dementia You’ll drive me around in your car, I won’t have a clue where I am Or who the hell you are, It’ll be an adventure...

In the jungle, dancing naked, gorgeous lady, well-appointed. She gyrates, cries Shake it! Shake it! Wow, she must be double jointed. C...