Guernsey Poets

Hell is not as bad as people say it is I have been in it for years O K, sometimes you cry a few tears Find yourself shaking with all sor...

A cloud of sorrow hung damp and heavy over the crowd. Where had they come from? It was as if a nest of insects had emerged from the dry cr...

The Wedding Reception was going swimmingly Italians know how to organise a real knees up And its fun to get acquainted With friends and r...

Have you had your last tango. Your last dance, Last taste of romance? Have you had your last supper, Your last meal How do you feel? ...

When we parted I watched you drive away into the maelstrom of morning traffic early on this shimmering summer’s day. Last night, as each...