Guernsey Poets

Thank you Lord, Flamingos cry, surveying, with disdainful stare, all manner of ignoble beasts of crooked horn or matted hair. Thank you...

I curl up upon the armchair. I purr and stare defiantly. I will not move, let no one dare to interfere, to dislodge me or, when they slu...

I came out the pub, a little worse for wear I left the car there, being mindful of the law I took a bus, which turned out to be fun ‘co...

The mist has thickened into impenetrable fog But the sea swirls, sucks and swells just the same. Fog draped rocks are become invisible or ...

She didn’t need expensive flowers, She didn’t want a special day, There was no need For a fancy restaurant, Or the extortionate gift Fo...