Guernsey Poets

You can always tell The crazy ones, They have an air A vacant stare, They drift along, Without a care, You can always spot The cocky...

I’ve not yet reached my pension age. but I’m not far off that stage. I know I don’t need to worry or fuss. because I’ll get a free pass f...

In this secret cabaret Sheets in twisted disarray Hair disheveled, skin unclean The mirrors misted ghostly sheen Amidst this den of tort...

Juneau city Views are pretty Streets are gritty Tramps want spare change Ravens chatter Footsteps patter Workmen clatter Some sigh...

Last week we heard a distant roar that drifted on the air, it crept ever closer and bought with it despair. The pillars are still falli...