Guernsey Poets

When I was young And just a child I loved to bake with Mum We weighed the flour And greased the tins Oh, it was such fun Buns and cak...

My body is telling me I’m old, older still at least Because bits don’t work and some, so full of metal That bone has gone amiss somewhere....

Highlights golden in brilliant sunlight Glow softly in your chestnut hair, a memory As I wait outside these grey-stone walls ... Acting ...

A bubble so clear, a small roundel of tear Glass-like yet fluid, it shimmers and slides Dripping and dropping it’s so full of light Slidi...

From outside of society the man from Mars stares agape At our play now pay later life style. Run by money driven capitalistic, bourgeois...