Guernsey Poets

Upward, upward, upward he goes on the taut rope in dusty heat defying gravity, belief. One rope end lies, sweat-oiled, coiled, neat, on ...

My poly tunnel isn't majestic or grand As a bold, green statement on the patio it stands, Within the warmth of its shelter Side by si...

There are less breweries now to organise piss-ups in but somehow our elected members don't let that worry them Ancient sites are ...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in May 2012 She sits in her gilded cage Gazing at the fe...

Do you ever talk to yourself ? I do you know It all began Sometime ago When I was on my own Feeling alone Then I started to mutter and...