Guernsey Poets

Lisia, Lesia, which one is easier? Are both of them not barmier Than good old Sarnia? Lisia, Lesia, are they not both uselesser Than th...

She stands there just exactly where I stood the other day The only difference is we were A hundred years away I was in Twenty seventeen ...

As I stand in my garden, surrounded by trees I question what’s real and what’s not My senses inhale the nature around My memory brings ba...

This is the age of clarity: we know more than our fathers did. Vulgarity, celebrity, exposure of what has been hid, has made us seem imm...

Such an act of brilliant trickery Of this tiniest island state To elevate itself beyond pinprickery And punch way above its weight Beca...