Guernsey Poets

The ancient elms were saplings then. Two figures stand in morning mist with pistols raised aloft. Picture them: straight-backed, as woul...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in September 2012 I drove past you. You wore a brown lea...

I drive out with Mama Rosa in the Nissan Micra, on a June afternoon. Rivers of road glisten: tarmacadam flows through country to sea. ...

I saw an old school friend and had a shock I had not seen him for at least forty years. His harsh appearance brought on the tears. He was...

I joined a facebook page today About my old home town The memories are flooding back As slowly I scroll down The pictures from my child...

I don’t know who you are, But Ive seen you in my dreams, I see in you in my visions, On every eye sight gleam. Whenever I am lost, I fe...

I realise now that you are my addiction I want to snort you up imbibe you take you back when I know you’re no good for me you are h...

What is this sad place where friendships go to die? I thought we'ld be forever-friends, you and I – It never pays to take friendship f...

I drove past you. You wore a brown leather jacket. A skeleton covered in skin; Cheeks and eyes and body concave. Life being sucked out o...