Guernsey Poets

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in January 2013. We always danced the last dance of the e...

Straddled across my usual stool in the Excelsior bar one night, I watched the punters coming through, male, moneyed, right for a bite. ...

Old Bill had a fright one day while fishing out on his boat. He fell asleep as usual wrapped up in his duffle coat. The sun was shining...

When we parted I watched you drive away into the maelstrom of morning traffic early on this shimmering summer’s day. Last night, as each...

It was a night of destiny my future was foretold, He brooded with a sensual charm, one look and I was sold! His whispered words caresse...

This Holy city is torn apart, with man’s hostility to man. There’s no benevolence or love, just rockets and Kalashnikovs. Bullets tear i...

Switch off the radio. Lock the door. and try to listen to silence. With no noise to disturb the nothingness, your brain is still. Bu...

‘Mind you see that while I’m out you wash those dishes clean and nice. Don’t forget to poke the spout and check the glass is rinsed alrig...

‘Crucify Him!’ the people called in the heat of a Jerusalem day. ‘Let Barabbas go!’ With leather scourged, and step by step, He bore th...

With apologies to Christina Rossetti . It's Up hill All The Way - Joan Raleigh Is the road "no entry" all the way? Yes, t...

Nowadays there’s few men who remember back to the old 50’s when they’d sit in groups astride their Ariels, Nortons, A.J.S and Triumphs a...

From the media, (as we know by now), King Richard wasn’t dug up by a plough, or discovered under a Bosworth field ... but instead his bon...

I’d like a serious word about Richard the Third, who was badly misunderstood, and really was good. While up in the White Tower and wit...

I saw in a dream a circle of spiralling suns spinning from the East, and as the gauze lifted from my mind you stepped into that symbol ...

This sad ode has a bit of a sting as I recall when I used to be thin. The memory’s clearer than I’d like it to be since my hour-glass fig...

We always danced the last dance of the evening. Neither of us were what you would call dancers, but that one was special. You would move l...