Guernsey Poets

The year is Twenty Thirty One a new decade has just begun and if time-travel is your bag you’ll join me here without a snag but what a s...

The future of humanity Could be wondrously bright indeed, If only the many warnings We'd try to understand and heed. If we'd ...

T he brass key turns tightening the spring H ow the second hand races, chasing dates E venly stitching together the edges of time: F aci...

I was an outlaw I spent a life time on the run A leather holster held my gun Many a poster showed my face hung on a wall Many a hero had...

The turkey has been eaten Brown and white meat, we’ve had the lot The last few bits have been curried And the carcass boiled up for stock...

The waves break onshore. I stand as the foamy mass builds. It fades again as the supine sky Beats down patters of grey and dissolves. T...