Guernsey Poets

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in March 2012 In fertile fired fissures grown The weirde...

A cool fresh morning, the sun glints playfully upon the water. The tide is on the turn, has run out of energy, Cannot bear to leave the Mo...

Nora serves the coffee Nora serves the tea, Nora clears the debris Left by you and me, Nora wipes the tables Keeps everything spotless ...

What are friends for Or what is more Why can't I see How much I can be My own worst enemy ? Lyndon Queripel

Upon the blacktop came his end His leathers torn like paper skin A screaming engine drowned the sound... As bones cracked from within Th...