Guernsey Poets

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...

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...

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 ...

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

It’s on the TV now  The things never discussed  The inevitable  The return to dust  My parents never faced it  Left a mountain behind ...

We sit and wait in hushed reverence as the great man - with hair like mine, and C&A clothes -  arose The Laureate. The priest of pr...

The tags remain On the overpass Under bridges, girders On countless spans Illegal artistry that Makes you look Past the pages Of yo...

In the early morning she rises Awoken by an unknown fear Through the basement window She sees the red lines appear Moving through the...

the Stranglers back in the cold war sang no more heroes any more Tina Turner didn’t need one too but now it turns out that we do a form...

The plague was upon us for many long years It lasted much longer than everyone feared It went through us all and millions died Some were...

Dry January is rewarded  with pancakes and Valentines;  In leap years or other times.  So should it be   twenty-eight words or twenty-n...

Oh to be in the ski-lands again  Riding the crisp white;  Tiny toy villages below    Then down through the corduroy;  Dark pines and w...

I grew up on another island With the mackerel man and his evening shouts Down quiet roads we rode our steeds  Through the gorse and fern...

Hey there, Daddio  clinging to the window   craning in to see   where to leave your progeny  I admire the symmetry   of your elegant ...

The troubled rock star pours out his heart, How he’s suffered for his art The unwilling victim of every tart Who set eyes on having a pa...

I was in the Market building   Practising my shielding   The island slowly yielding   To the new dawn   Blue mask grey eyes   Sittin...

This used to be a sea of only white and green Daffodils were rarely ever seen Now here they are with their yellow heads Muscling in on o...

Come to the refuge; Shelter for a fortnight Then stay awhile, Come walk with me. Free on the cliffs; Where fern and egg-yolk flowe...

A year on now from the first onslaught By the invisible enemy that can’t be fought By normal means or clapping hands Or sealing ourselv...

Sir David, venerated wildlife teacher Has now turned into an eco preacher As we watch exotic creatures mate He reminds us of our likely...