Guernsey Poets

It’s time to put you out to grass my friend It’s a shame this is the way it had to end But it looks as if the muse has dried up - Contri...

All  last  year  I  was  so  good As  little  boys  and  grown  men  should I  tried  so  hard  you  see  because  I  had  written  to  ...

In  fields  above  the  bay  of  Saints  this  moonlit  Christmas  night A  donkey's  old  folk  memories  rekindle  and  take  flight...

My drug of choice is simply cheese Grated in a bag just for ease It’s the ultimate snack it Works so well on a buttered jacket Then a...

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmur...

I used to be a dreamer I had faith to keep But now I just can’t sleep The dawn will break And I’m still awake The Sun will rise in my ...

See the wren, resplendent: her clever eye, her sweet essence. Deep, let her sleep be deep; there, let the green hedge be her perfect b...

In the smoke and flattened fields your comrades walked into oblivion; you were left to face a hundred years alone Now you are fêted a...

One of many versions of this traditional chant Remember, remember the fifth of November, Gunpowder treason and plot. We see no reason ...

Old Mag the hag sat with her cat, she in her chair, it on its mat. She muttered intermittently as so befits a retiree but what she mutt...

I don’t want to know The headline news today Or what the morning papers Have got to say Nor hear the hourly show Blow by blow  On the...

In the nooks  and  the  corners  of  La Roque  Lane Images,  memories  ever  remain That  was  where  my  education  was  gained In  the...

Outside the parish church, we pause, exchange the old banalities we flee to, at such times, because we cannot face finality, then nod, a...

And so it came the end of life In Balmoral heralded by pipes Via Edinburgh to London, the resting places All of them lined with mourning ...

© Simon Armitage        Poet Laureate Image : © Daily Mail

That day in 1953 my family watched it on TV, an innovation in our house. I sat, as timid as a mouse, enchanted by the pageantry, ...

Silver blue  skies And  stars    diamond  bright  Bring  nothing  but  coldness And  frost  ghostly  white Just  as  behind  beauty A ...

The excursion bus awaits Another day another shrine All across Europe We follow time Back for lunch And package wine Siesta by the po...

We thought the war was far away and spoiling someone else’s day but suddenly things took a turn: on telly we saw rockets burn across t...

Calling, the heron flies athwart the blue That sleeps above it; reach on rocky reach Of water sings by sycamore and beech, In whose w...