Guernsey Poets

There  is  much  excitement So  much  vibrance  and  delight In  the  heart  of  the  big  City With  the  garish  City Lights And  if ...

I sit on my bed that is made from a door My feet on a rug neatly placed on the floor The wood burner glows as a log does ignite I gaze a...

Guernsey gache and Conger stew, parsnip soup and Beanjar too Moulin Huet, Rocquaine Bay, parades on Liberation Day Golden Guernsey cows ...

Well, first of all I woke up late I’m usually out by half past eight The thought of work depressed me so I decided that I would not go T...

The lads on the ferry are raucous, loud Laughing, talking, shouting Strings of ‘friendly’ obscenities about Cars, women, drink Hang-over...

Memories live in this old homestead Through the years they still delight Of a young boy window gazing At the brilliant starry night How ...

Time bends Around a miniscule finger Dimensions bend, for the clock is round Here we are outside time It passes us by, a cold, hard stri...

It's not safe in my garden; in the garden of England Kent. Eden Valley, Maidstone, Tonbridge Wells, home to cricket, hop houses, ...

Wiltshire grew me in its landlocked beauty. Clay coloured hair, chalk white skin, meadow green eyes; while flint from the hills veined...

Go visit back home, girl, take some mind's ease, touch again, spit drenched mauve cuckoo flowers, smell meadow grass, eye cornflowe...

Here it is, almost the end of October, 2012 And already the first snowflakes have begun to fall. Should I note for the record, before I de...

Is it that you know Dan Dorey? For now it’ll be a bit less, It’s not long I remember reading Dan Dorey has died, on the press. Is it yo...

Ragged granite sentinels tear at the hearts of the huge Atlantic rollers driven in by the gale. White horses charge towards the shore, spum...