Guernsey Poets

When my Dad was fifteen he joined the Navy he'd lied when they asked what year he was born he told us they weren't bothered, '...

The pre dawn light is filtering through And wakes still drowsy minds Though others sleep and dreaming lie I'm up and feeling fine Th...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in November 2012 God bless... Beautiful England As the ...

God bless... Beautiful England As the last living Rose Quivers in your hand. The grey and the damp and the filthiness of ages Through ...

Support it or lose it You have the power to choose it Buy local or it’s bye bye local Lester Queripel

Reclining in my comfy chair Softly dozing without a care Everyone asks “How are you” I sometimes smile and I laugh too Carers come to c...

You whisper you lies in my ear. I’m crying inside but you don’t care. My heart is bruised and torn in two. You’ve pierced my soul and tak...

God bless... Beautiful England As the last living Rose Quivers in your hand. The grey and the damp and the filthiness of ages Through ...