Guernsey Poets

Have you noticed ever, how unbelievably clever the beautiful kestrels are? with its amazing sight in almost black night even without ...

I've been advised to walk backwards, and sideways in order to improve my balance, and gait I always avoided PEOPLE watching me walk ...

With no Church, or Community meetings, no Zumba, with all the beautiful girls just waving to neighbours, from a distance as each day, a...

The air smells fresh, there’s little exhaust fumes and listen, to all those birds It’s only ugly modern life, that’s bereft, the art...

I bath several times a week I’m a hygienic bloke okay, at least twice I have a good soak. With my bad balance I can’t stand for a sh...

Well, it could be more of a failing to be honest, I’m not really sure I can wait in queues, at the bus stop, or the doctors sometimes f...

God gave us talents to build homes with limbs, and brains, to unravel but not, the fleet foot of the antelope nor the fishes' fins,...

Aunt Kitty used to stay with us, for a fortnight, once a year after 2 weeks of her Scrabble we’d had enough, of the crafty old dear. ...

A reality check, I’m ailing all my devices are failing this wall’s too high, I’m scaling my verve, my zest, are trailing this wall’s m...

You just don't want me, I know it. Recently, I thought I'd cracked it I was happier, than I could say until the bloody barman tol...

The salty spray of Spring tides wafts in through my boarded window my feet start to itch, my wander-lust, I have the verve to voyage I’ll ...

It seems these days, that my memory deserts me half the stuff I thought, that I was taught I’m left stranded, at the station, ‘cos my educ...

Growing up in hard stuff can distort your life you respond to things, with a glare, and a growl but it can be so different . . if you rise...

When I get home these days, I've got the same laments that my mother often croaked. "Oh,let me get these stupid shoes off... blo...

So distant, now . . those hot, hazy days when even the winds were warm the Sun slept little, from it’s scarlet set to another bright morn...

Nobody, I thought close, is corresponding with me not an e-mail, a pigeon, nor postie at the gate I'm sure I replied, I certainly trie...

Being a Janner, that’s from Plymouth I was well brought up, proper job but I realised them Cornish was diffrent a few penniees short, of ...

I came out the pub, a little worse for wear I left the car there, being mindful of the law I took a bus, which turned out to be fun ‘co...

Most mornings, he’s there, round about ten if he’d had a bad night, a little later, then But Church on Sundays, the birds seem to know al...

Well, typically, and in character, I’ve screwed up again, Just when everything was good . . it’s such a pity, now our Poetry meetings are ...