Guernsey Poets

Christmas Eve And I'm in bed, With bloodshot eyes And banging head, Not through over indulgence As you may think, Or copious tip...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in December 2012. A golden handcuff, a golden handshake ...

You never stood in the middle Of a complete silence Without a pin drop A curtain call A breath of wind Or Summer rain On the window pa...

Grey gull, gliding gracefully in the September squall I need only your wings I have a plaintive call. Your Autumn is here again as, ...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in December 2012. Suffer little children come unto me Bu...