Guernsey Poets

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in January 2013. When bleak roses die, a thorny blight T...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in December 2012. Suffer little children come unto me Bu...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in December 2012. Where have all the Black Bears gone? E...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in November 2012 There's a ring around the sun After...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in October 2012 Sitting in a bar at the airport – Mood...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in October 2012 Canny old crow I hear his wings Beati...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in August 2012 Mushrooms emerging from thick moss Or pus...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in July 2012 T ake us down to a grand and ancient pub ...

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

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in May 2012 Raindrops on the window, Mist on the mountai...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in February 2012 Let me take you into the shadows We...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in January 2012 Just sits there In the corner By the ce...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in January 2012 Sardines in Portugal, Sardines in the Se...

The killing, crushing, loneliness, Lost and all alone in the madding crowd – Everyone wants to belong So why can't I? It's time...

That bright moment in Our shared History When young people everywhere Caught fire with an ideal sometime in the 60s, Letting go, as they ...

Highlights golden in brilliant sunlight Glow softly in your chestnut hair, a memory As I wait outside these grey-stone walls ... Acting ...

The Revolution will not be televised But it will be on Youtube For our continued entertainment. We will tweet it widely Proclaiming its ...

Have I exhausted my muse, Worn her out with my rambles Through the inferno Of poetic inspiration; Or has the World of Man Merely caught...

My heart is as full As the space between Stars distant from here To eternity … “Oh how I love you!” I do remember A young girl's...

I'm not looking for Nemo, Just a safe haven to lay my eggs – A bit of sand in a warm land I can scoop out with my legs; I'm not...